Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 8: JC

Chapter 8 JC

Five hours ago.

Lobike Dilla, who is 43 years old, is the first-level police chief of the city defense team and manages the West City Security Hall responsible for the safety of the west of Yongxing City.

Twenty security forces, the size of a hall of police officers, countless civilian personnel, are allowed to send him.

More than 100 police officers with excellent anti-theft equipment such as town riots, mini squats and anti-shock shields, nearly 300 armed with anti-magic swords, arc shields, Yongxin armor and broken arrows High-quality soldiers, and 20 genuine swordsmen as the elite guards of the security captain...

Take orders from him alone.

This is very rare for a person who came from a lower-level aristocracy, the father of Lobike, who is only a small lord of Keira County in the western kingdom.

If he had climbed the high branch of the Kevindir family, he would not be the Western City Police Director of Wangdu at this age.

In this wonderful relationship between his dedication to the Kevin Dil family and his return to the official position, there is only a small gap in the fly.

That is, he is in the area where Yongxing City is responsible.

Xihuan District, and Xiacheng District.

Yes, it is the **** band and the black street brothers' **** struggle - the front line.

A small lack of beauty.

a fly in the ointment?

Nonsence!

The king is on, this is simply a bad luck!

This is the warning of his white-haired predecessor at the handover:

"You have to be a good person, even if you lead the team from the barracks, through the West Ring District, the Lower Town, and go to the West Gate."

Yes, his predecessor believes that the only thing that needs to be done for the security team that manages the entire West City is to send alert officers and patrols every morning to the West Gate to change the law enforcement.

"Be sure to pay attention -"

"For your sake, when you pass through the three districts of the West Ring, you must be polite and friendly."

"For your life, when you go through the three districts of the Lower City, you must be afraid and step by step."

"For your position, when you arrive at the West Gate, you must be conscientious and energetic!"

Lobick quickly figured out why this is.

Rooted in the three districts of the Western District, the blood bottle gang, the tree has a deep roots, a long history, and the relationship with many of the great men in the DPRK is unclear, but will regularly pay a lot of "money money" to the city defense team, so for the sake of the wallet, after the West When you are in the ring area, you must be friendly to the police, and the fish and water are happy. If you have nothing to do, you will only have your eyes closed.

The Black Street Brotherhood in the Three Districts of Panyu Township is heart-wrenching and violent, and half of the criminal cases that have not been broken so far in Wang Duoli are related to them. If necessary, they are also unacceptable to the official people, so for the sake of life, pass through Xiacheng District. When you want to look at the eight sides, listen to the six roads, do not stop for a long time.

As for the Xichengmen, it is the external facade of Yongxing City. It is also the gateway to many foreign dignitaries, large and small aristocrats, the temples of the gods, and the adventurers of all walks of life to visit Yongxing City. Many diplomatic disputes, aristocratic struggles, religions Opposition and civil conflicts have occurred in this piece, and it is also the place where the court monks are most closely watched. Therefore, for the sake of the post, when the Xichengmen security guards and law enforcement patrols, they must be fair and strict, diligent and dedicated, and serve the people unselfishly.

In summary, so, in the three years that the director of the club took over the police room, the hair was already half white, and the wrinkles were three more. Because the time of returning home was often determined by the wife’s cold war in bed, it is understandable. It is.

At this point, Lobike sat at his desk and looked at the moonlight outside the window, his face tinged.

He also didn't want to work overtime - it was really a big man who said hello tonight and had to work overtime.

and also.

What he is jealous of is not the job, but the one who works for him.

Cohen Karabyan.

Cohen, 22, is the second-level alert officer and third-class police captain who was promoted two months ago.

With the skill of being even better at the end of the swordsman (it would be better if he could defeat Miranda's metamorphosis - Cohen), the unbelievable origin of the noble ("Hey, old man, if you are the king, it is even more Ok, then I can mix a prince - hey, why are you hitting me with the old man!" - Cohen), and the rare military experience of the young aristocrats, after Cohen was retired ("Dead old man! If you don't sign, how can you be 'retired'? You must be ashamed - hey, why are you hitting me again!" - Cohen) Unsurprisingly became the first trump card of the West City Police Hall ("They I said that because I have a good, but the old man must be the clearest, I am not a good one - hey, the old man you hit me again, I turned my face!" - Cohen).

At the moment, Cohen is holding a neat and majestic police officer's hat. After the brim, he reveals a few beautiful blonde hairs. With a tailored blue uniform, his strong and well-proportioned figure is better. At his feet, he walked with unreflective black-black marching boots, and with that strong and heroic face, it was simply the undisputed "girl killer" of Wang.

It is a pity that if I am younger for twenty years, I will transfer to Yongxing City a little earlier. It is probably the existence of the screams of the Wangdu aristocratic girls. Of course, this is the dream of the director of the club.

Because of the young and heroic "girl killer" Cohen, at this moment, the righteous words are strict and eloquent, and he firmly stated his point of view to the director of the club.

"Adult, in summary, I think it is absolutely inappropriate to clean up the garrison power in Hongfang Street!"

The young police officer’s hand was shot and beaten on the chest, seemingly to let the boss know his determination:

"Especially tonight! There is a high probability of a fierce clash between the Blood Bottle Gang and the Black Street Brotherhood! In addition, I received the line report from the team, and the Black Street Brotherhood is in front of the big house..."

"You have eyeliner in Black Street?" Director Lobick was slightly elicited by this sentence. He yawned and interrupted the warning officer.

"Hah, the eyeliner of the gang of brethren is really difficult to put in," Cohen embarrassedly scratched his head and tilted his mouth. "But I am smart and strong..."

"Idiot! I don't think you are going to die!"

The sudden roar of the director of the club of Lobike set off a wave of waves, and scared the secretary who had just passed the paper through the door, the beautiful red-haired Jola.

"Do you think that you are the third place in the final year of the end of the tower assessment, the Brotherhood can not move you? You think that he came from the Karabyan family, blood bottle help would not dare to move you? The most important thing is! You think--"

The angry director of the club, the sound of the waves was higher than the waves, and Cohen, who had never stopped, was smashed.

"--You can be commanded by your boss if you are taller than me?"

Outside the door, Miss Chora, who was smashing the documents on the ground, shook hands, and the documents that had been smashed were scattered again.

Cohen was a moment, and he was puzzled and silent:

"The amount, the director, is a bit off the subject, although I am handsome but the Black Street Brotherhood..."

"Shut up! Idiot!"

The irritated Lobick suddenly felt that the son of this old classmate was paralyzed by his father every day, and there was no reason.

Lobike took a sigh of relief and said slowly: "I know your mood, I have been young and bloody."

The director of the office looked out the window and sighed slowly.

"When I was transferred three years ago, I also thought that one day, I would clean up the sin and darkness of the Lower City and the West Ring District, so that the citizens can walk on the streets with peace of mind, without fear. ”

But the game of Lobike turned:

"But do you really think that the blood bottle gang and the Black Street Brotherhood are just gangsters who can't get on the table? I sent out 20 squadrons with one hundred, one squad of 400 people, and even patrols. Can the soldiers of the team clean up in one fell swoop?"

Cohen opened his mouth.

But before he returned, the director snorted:

"The blood bottle has two leading horrible magicians, eight abilities fighters, the nearest twelve strong, the fraternity has three terrible three - or four big killers, six giants, younger Thirteen Generals, do you know how many super-orders and even extreme people in these people are there, what if they run away from a difficult situation?"

Cohen blinked in disbelief.

Lobick looked resentful, and his words became faster and faster:

"And they are all over the kingdom, the forces spread to the Westerners, the thieves, the rangers, the adventurers, the pervasive intelligence network, the deep-rooted network, the considerable commercial network, the profit network, the key Secret network, do you think it is vegetarian? Do you think this is fighting with the savage and the orcs on the battlefield in the Western Front? You think that my police officers and city defense soldiers have no family and children, no social relations, no If you are worried about it, can you go to the death squad that sent you the life?

Cohen is a glimpse.

"Even if the two gangs are swept away, what about the nobles and shackles associated with them? What about the administrative departments' oils and funds that can survive by their threats? What do they do to worship the big men in the court every year? Lost gangs What are the constraints and shelters, but the poor, the mobs, and the unemployed people who have no livelihoods? Without the gang’s oppression, what do people do not go to the temple to pray and donate? There is no **** incident created by the gang, the pharmacy market in the city. , alchemy market, agriculture and animal husbandry market, how can we do only through the smuggling of rare drugs and strategic materials? What are the adventurers, mercenaries, and abilities who have lost their livelihood? No local gangs and us Cooperation and cooperation, the people of the Kingdom Secrets can not grasp the underground action of foreign spies?"

Lobick snarled in a breath and was tired for a few seconds.

"These are all kinds of things, you can't help but think about things that you can't ignore."

The head of the office raised his arms and looked more majestic:

"Do you think that I am going to clean the street in Hongfang tonight? Yes, I tell you, because a big man greeted me directly, and it will become the bloodiest battlefield tonight! No matter who is close, it is not Wonderful end! So I not only have to be cleaned up, but also to post a curfew notice, but also to warn everyone not to get close! Why do you think we work overtime today? In the morning, our people can unite the medical, fire and land administration of the City Hall. The department, to collect the corpses for the losers of the war, the ruins brought to the war ended!"

Lobick stopped the roar, and he gasped, tearing away some of his neckline that was not breathing well.

Cohen is silent.

His fists slowly tightened on both sides of his body.

"Now, the promising warning officer, Captain Cohen Karabyan," Lobick paused, in a normal tone:

"You can go out, reflect on it, think about it, why your father introduced you to the entire Star Kingdom, the most difficult warning hall on the entire Western continent. Also, remember to help Miss Jola outside the door. It’s your fault to pile up the files."

The door opened and Cohen walked out slowly.

But his eyes sank, falling and helpless.

Miss Chora, who looked at the file next to her, was so distressed.

These are the things that the Director of the Rubik said, I know.

Cohen thought silently.

He reached out to the sword rack outside the director's office and wanted to get his sword back.

However, if even the youngest police chief is so old, even if the gang who hides in the underground world is not able to face it.

How can this kingdom change?

Cohen slowly lowered his hand.

He went to Miss Jola, who was kneeling down to clean up the documents.

Miss Secretary felt Cohen's approaching, and her face was red. She was thinking about what tone she would use to thank him for his help.

Hot?

Cohen secretly smiled in his heart.

When I climbed out of the dead in the battlefield on the Western Front, the word did not belong to me.

This is not blood.

Cohen lowered his head and clenched his fists, and his eyes were sturdy and angry.

This is just the right thing.

It is a must.

Miss Chora’s face is redder.

She suddenly realized that from Cohen's point of view, she could show her professional uniforms in the sigh of the sighing mountains, and - this is very important, to say three times - he is very handsome, he is very handsome, he Really handsome!

Hongfang Street.

Cohen thought, slowly narrowing his eyes.

The next moment, I saw him look cold, the fist in his right hand suddenly turned over, the front of the director's room was like a blast!

"call!"

By the time the blast broke away, Cohen had disappeared.

Not seen, there is his sword on the sword rack.

Miss Jola, who only left her teeth, slammed her long red hair that was disrupted by this gust.

Her side, the pile of scattered documents, I do not know when it has been grouped into a stack, standing on the ground neatly.

In the room of the director, Lobike reluctantly closed his eyes and sighed.

Compared to the Red Square Street...

The big man has a more troublesome request for him.

From those who are in and out of the West Gate, find out why the Temple of the Suns blocked the inner altar.

Those madmen who believe in religion, Lobike shook his head, about the gods, how dare you provoke?

Especially the shrew of the sunset goddess.

Hey!

Lobick shook his head and threw the thought out of his head.

In exchange for six hundred years ago, I have this idea, will be sacrificed by the temple of the goddess of the sunset, into the referee?

In this way, although the two magic queens are also sluts, but still do something good.

Hey!

Lobick shook his head and threw the idea out of his head.

No, the consequences of this idea are worse than the previous one.

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Time is back to the present.

"You said you... you killed Quaid?"

Yara looked at Tyres in shock, as if she really knew him for the first time.

"Yes." Taylors answered calmly.

He took a deep breath and presented a seemingly overly suggestive to this beautiful and dangerous young woman:

"And, please help us four and escape from the Lower District."

Yalah’s eyes widened and she seemed to see something wonder.

But Tells knows that he is not taking his luck.

In the four years of begging, the world is not all dark.

In addition to a few children in the same boat, the gang of the pharmacy of the pharmacy, Yanni, and the seemingly incomprehensible female bartender – she is really just a bartender – that is the world of Taylors. Found, a small number of warm colors.

Three years ago, if it weren't for her, she had already been killed by the angry wolf dog that Morris had raised in the garbage dump in the back alley of the sunset bar.

It is said that Morris, the party of the Black Street Brotherhood, has been stunned for a long time. How did his angry wolf dog grow up for six years and he was not familiar with it? He actually ran away and disappeared.

"You, you say it again?"

Yara returned to the smell, as if she heard the most unbelievable words, such as the **** demon returning to the world or the heavenly gods coming to the world.

"I mean, I want to ask you..."

But Yara interrupted his words.

"You have just killed the most terrible force in the underground world of the Star Kingdom. The Black Street Brotherhood is responsible for the leader of the business of Yongxing City, Quaid Rhoda - the only child of the arms of the arms of the Iron Man's "Italian Heart".

Yalla’s face was ironed out, and she stretched out her slender index finger and poked it on the forehead of Tells.

"Then, you still want me to protect you, betray the horrible power of the underground kingdom of the Star Kingdom, and the search and chase of the Black Street Brotherhood will surely come - run away?"

"The amount is not very accurate," Tyres said on his forehead, smirking at the murder of Yala:

"But, that's right."

"Probably this is the case."

Awkward silence.

Yara listened to the news and digested half a ring.

Although Tyres was in a hurry, he waited quietly.

Yara came back and sighed.

But her expression quickly returned to indifference and icy cold.

"Hey, for you, against the entire fraternity? Do you think I am such a good person? No, it should be, do you think I look like a good person?"

"You don't need to face the people of the Brotherhood!" Tyres eagerly said.

"We have our own plans. You only need to give us some food and supplies to help us through the eyes and ears of the Brotherhood until we escape to Red Square Street! This is easy for you!"

"I beg you!" Tyres solemnly said, "We can only rely on you, sister Yala!"

But even if he called his sister, Yara did not seem to buy his account.

"Hey, you are just a little girl."

Yala sneered aloud: "I am also a good friend in the fraternity to discuss life. Why do you think that I will not immediately hand over your murderer with the brotherhood blood debt and the accomplices?"

Tyres was silent for a moment and bowed his head. .

Yara squinted her head and waited for his answer with a smile.

Until Taylors raised his head again.

"Because I believe in you."

Yara stunned and did not catch up with the logic of Thales.

"what?"

I saw that Tyres was a word, and firmly said:

"Because I believe in you."

"I believe you are different!"

No... not the same?

Yara stunned.

Did the script get wrong?

Such a savage sour, he actually said it?

This little devil, isn't it always mature?

And it’s a fraternity, the people who fell in the nest, how suddenly – is the drama of the recent night temple more? The friendship story between hero Sara and the prophet Kai Peng?

Or was Quaid broken his head?

But Taylors took a deep breath.

The next words of her nephew make her swear:

"I know that almost all the fraternities are scum and villains. They are all metamorphosiss with blood debts, mad wolves and demons in human skin, sympathy and goodwill, conscience and compassion for them, even the dirt in the gutter. The mud is not as good."

"They sold their maiden-stricken girls to brothels, turned disabled children into cripples, sold drugs to teenage girls, and extorted diligent businessmen into penniless, peasants who were victims of natural disasters and sold women." Forced to starve to death, the people who can not afford the black account caught in the desert when the slaves sold, and the fallen aristocrats jointly run the most ugly secret."

"But I also know that many of them are forced to make a living. They are forced to do so. They are all stunned by the younger ones. They are all unable to extricate themselves. They all want to survive. They all have the reason that I can't do this. Become the most vicious minion of the Brotherhood, the most hot hitter."

"But because of this, I feel that if in such an environment and circumstances, in addition to survival, we can persist, stick to a little sympathy, a pity, a goodwill, a conscience, insist on doing something good, be a good person. I can give up the idea of making money and quick money with one-handed knives. I can give a free ale to even the most desperate drinkers, and I can give a cloak to the abused ......"

Speaking of it, Tellston has a look:

Yara tightened her eyebrows.

She didn't realize that she had bitten her lower lip.

"In the garbage dump, in order to save the life of a child you never met, he will not hesitate to kill the dog that the Brotherhood will swear, and in the next four years, he will always help him, support him, care. he……"

Speaking of this, Tyres looked up at Yala, his eyes were sincere and hope:

"I can do this. I feel that it is more difficult, more dangerous, and more dangerous than being a pure bad person in the fraternity, to abandon the creed and conscience, to be full of evil, to be a good-hearted and comfortable person."

"Stop!" Yara looked up unwillingly and her eyes were red. "Little devil, you are not my person, how are you, how dare you..."

But her words were interrupted by Teres without care.

"Yala Sariton!"

Hearing the name, the female bartender was slightly shocked.

Taylors took a deep breath:

"I have seen you cut the dog into three pieces of knife, and you have seen the fingers of the guy who cut off the trouble, and I know that the alcoholic people in the sunset bar are very afraid of you, even Quaid and Rick, even Even Morris boss is gracious to you."

"I don't know the meaning of Surrey's surname in the fraternity, but I think you may have been full of blood and even murdered in the wild. Maybe your family and the people around you are brothers, maybe your parents and brothers. It’s all a crime-ridden guy."

Yara did not interrupt him, but his expression was desolate and fell into silence as if he were dead.

"So, in fact, I don't know if you are a good person or not."

Tyres silently took out a dagger.

Yala’s eyes condensed in the air.

"But the dagger is that I stole from your bar."

Taylor slowly raised his dagger:

"I know that I just said to you that ‘I don’t have a knife, how can I cut the firewood’, and that afternoon, the dagger, I appeared in the most conspicuous position in the utility room.”

Yara slowly frowned.

Tyres tried to slap his lips:

"I always know."

"This dagger, I always thought it was someone else's fall, maybe Edmund, but until today, this **** dagger has emerged from the blade ‘JC’.”

"And until today, I heard your full name from the mouth of the drunk Quay."

Taylor looked up and looked straight at Yala, and the vague star in her eyes shook her heart.

"Maybe that is your initials, JC."

"Yala Sariton."

Yala clenched her teeth.

Looking at the dagger, her fists began to tremble slightly.

She didn't even notice why a nephew who had never had a chance to read and literate would understand the letters on the dagger and spell her name.

"Yala Sariton, Miss JC, I want you to know, I must let you know."