The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 65 Can't Give Up
"give up?"

Seeing the weak appearance of Brenes on the table, Ivan fell silent for a while.

To be honest, including the division of equity in the new flashlight factory, he alone owns 40%, Appleton, as the R&D deputy, holds 20%, and the remaining 40% is shared by the three major churches and courts of Steam, Night, and Storm. The aristocratic councilors of Gen City divided up, and the latter had to provide the necessary financial guarantees, while the former only needed to provide corresponding technical support.

In this way, when the three major churches cooperate openly and compete secretly, no matter who Upton falls to in the future, he can guarantee that under the restraint of a third party, the future development of the factory can be decided by him.

The above-mentioned precautions are to break the shackles that may be caused by multiple forces and future development. He has enough strength in the later stage. He even wants to have his own sales channels and create a technology that integrates R&D, manufacturing, sales, after-sales and other services. empire.

Thus completing the second step of the Emperor's "plan" and promoting the development of this world.

If we take a step back, even if there is no Razor Gang, he can still reach a new cooperation intention with the Shaved Head Gang and the Shaved Feet Gang, and secretly cultivate his own power under the drive of sufficient interests.

Put aside all those secret plans of the king of angels and the true gods.

"But is it really that easy?"

While thinking about it, Aiwen suddenly shook his head and said:

"No, I can't give up, because I have given up once, even if they are just a group of mortals, they might not have been loyal..."

Looking at Brennes, who was bent over and slumped on the table, he did not explain what happened to the Corinth galaxy, the 300 million human slaves in the No. [-] pit of the slaughterhouse, and the space fighters who went to support them. Then, what order did he issue.

It's just that there was a trace of sadness in his eyes that couldn't be concealed, and he stood quietly on the spot and fell into silence.

"Ha ha……"

At this time, Brenes suddenly smiled, struggled to get up from the table, and sighed in a nostalgic tone: "Yes, I have lived like a black street mouse for hundreds of years. Losing the sharpness of the past, it is as if the pebbles in the torrent are only smooth."

Speaking of this, he suddenly straightened his back, waved the puppet's arm, and said in an excited tone:

"Back then, as the guardian of the highlands, the king's chief guard, and the great Rose Lord, even though I was struck with lightning by the Lord of Storms for three days and three nights, I still did not give in. I still shouted out His name angrily. profound……"

In the middle of speaking, Brenes suddenly choked, and the button-stitched eyeballs looked around in a circle. After finding no small electric sparks or sudden rapid airflow, he threw a question at Aiwen. With an inquiring gaze, he made a sound pretending to be calm.

"Hey, the conditions are immature at the moment, just like Roselle said 'he who understands the current affairs is a hero', we will talk about this later!"

Then, he quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, where should we start the investigation?"

Seeing this, Aiwen didn't point out the "congxin" behavior of Brenesse's sudden braking after being impassioned. After all, the other party now has an angel-level personality, but has no matching strength. I have a deep understanding.

"Go to the Razor Gang first, can you find the guy who delivered the letter?"

"Small idea!"

Raising the corner of his mouth, Brenes stretched out his soft fingers made of rags, and snapped his fingers with a "snap" in an unreasonable way.

In an instant, a purple-black flame rose from the surface of the withdrawal slip spread out on the table, but strangely, it did not make it burn directly.

It was as if the high-concentration cocktail on the surface had been ignited by the bartender after fancy preparations by the bartender, burning some strange substance invisible to the naked eye.

"It comes from the Apostle of Desire, one of the branches of the extraordinary ability of 'Controlling Desire'. It can burn the aura of desire attached to objects to achieve the effect of 'burning yourself'. It can also be used flexibly to find people at short distances." Brenes said. Pointing to the burning purple-black flame, slowly floating paper explained:

"It's just that the material is not a personal item, and the mouse hasn't been carried long enough, so we don't have much time left, you have to keep up with it!"

Looking at the paper that floated to the window and slowly stayed because of the closed window, Aiwen quickly put away the messy ritual items on the table, wiped the traces with clean water, and then went to the window and opened the window to let the outside world slowly The evening breeze took away the smell of essential oils and flower petals in the room.

At the same time, without the paper blocking the windows, it once again began to drift and slide towards the dark street.

In the guest room, after counting the items, Aiwen flipped over the window sill and jumped down, followed by step by step.

……

In the middle of the night, on the outskirts of a relatively remote warehouse in the wharf area, amidst the soft sound of "stinging" when the match was burning, the sudden flames reflected that the black street mouse who had "delivered" to Ivan before, the younger face.

And as the light gradually dimmed, the match that lit the inferior cigarette was finally extinguished, but the extremely fast burning cigarette butt once again illuminated the face of the black street mouse and the outline of his companion beside him.

There is no red moon tonight, and there are no expensive gas street lamps installed near the warehouses in the dock area that have been in disrepair like the streets in the wealthy area.

In the darkness where you can hardly see your fingers, the black street mouse who had delivered the letter before suddenly heard his companion and asked curiously:
"What did Boss Rotten Teeth ask you to do before, it was so mysterious..."

"Why do you ask so many questions? It's too long?"

After rolling his eyes, he deliberately put on airs, emphatically emphasizing in a preaching tone:

"Also, don't mention the word rotten teeth in the future, only Chris is our boss, understand?"

"I understand this, I'm quick to talk, hehe..."

The companion beside him nodded and laughed dryly, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly smacked his lips again, and recalled with some unfinished thoughts:

"Speaking of which, One-Eyed Jack's wife is really nice. Although she is a bit older, she is still soft and tender like those noble ladies. It's a pity... she was thrown into the steelmaking by Boss Chris after a few more tastes. In the furnace."

"Why, have you ever tasted the taste of a noble lady?" The young black street mouse exhaled, his tone full of sarcasm.

"A metaphor... Hehe, just a metaphor, of course I can't compare to you, big brother, and you will have to cover this nearby block in the future, right?"

After receiving the obsequious flattery from his companion again, he flicked the soot in his hand with great satisfaction.

While looking forward to the future where the new boss can promote himself to climb up after taking office, take charge of a certain block, and be a small boss to earn some oil and water.

While bringing the choking low-quality cigarette to his mouth again, he took a deep puff beautifully.

But at this moment, the beautiful longing for the future was interrupted by a sudden desolate flute sound.

This made him look very annoyed at his side, towards the blurred outline of his companion, he couldn't help scolding loudly:
"It's so late at night, what are you bragging about? Scare me!"

"Suddenly I feel nostalgic..."

A familiar voice came from beside him, and when the young Black Street Mouse was about to refute, he was suddenly taken aback.

He has heard similar voices countless times, and even followed his rotten teeth... No, after Boss Chris came into contact with the Bloody Hand, he became an inescapable nightmare. , and woke up repeatedly because of it.

In the dream, the one-eyed Walker who brought people to deal with the traitor personally cut "three knives and six holes" in his chest.

"Wo... Boss Walker, is that you?"

During the questioning, his voice trembled involuntarily. At the same time, he moved with difficulty, and his legs that had already started to go numb stepped back.

But when Kankan took a step, he accidentally stepped on a round object, lost his center of gravity and fell directly to the ground.

This caused the cigarette butt, which was about to burn out, to come out of his hand, touch the hard slate, and sputter a cluster of bright sparks.

With this fleeting faint light, he finally saw clearly the object on the ground that tripped him.

It was a smooth head covered in black and red blood, with a scar extending from the top of the forehead to the right eye, and an extremely recognizable cheek, showing a strange smile, staring at his every move.

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