Path of The Dragonborn

"Head, all the goods have been delivered to the designated place." Clos Bell, in the dark and damaged backstreet on the surface, there is also a place with extremely luxurious interior decoration-one of the strongholds of the "Rubacher" Chamber of Commerce .

On the surface it is a legally operated business association, but in fact it is a wicked mafia-relying on its backing, Speaker Harutman's huge power in Clospel can be said to have rushed to bad things-money laundering , Drug trafficking, arms trading, killing people and surpassing goods, almost all the serious illegal acts that can be called by the name, Rubacher has participated in it. The search officers of the Crossbell Police Department hated this, but how easily the entrenched "Rubacher" can be defeated? Aside from the pressure and interference from higher-level stakeholders and officials, just the dozens of thugs under "Rubacher" is enough to make ordinary investigators retreat. What's more, since last year, "Rubacher" recruited the captain of the hunting team who used to play for "West Wind", "Bear of Killing" Garcia. The deterrence power has become even more famous across the border of the autonomous prefecture, and also for their reputation here A greater shadow was buried.

Of course, President Marconi, the leader of "Rubacher", would not care about the trivial rumors in his eyes. He should worry about the money and benefits he has, and how to continue to please the master.

"Good job." The arms that just completed the transaction can almost be said to have laid a good foundation for this month. Therefore, Marconi, who has always been hot-tempered, couldn't help but praise his men. "This The transaction can make us at least 30 million Mira...Oh, yes." It seems that he suddenly remembered something, Marconi shot his bald forehead, "Speaking of it, I seem to have heard that you are intercepting this batch. During the munitions, I caught a...well...a pretty female investigator from another autonomous prefecture?"

"Yes...head." The Mafia member showed a smug look. "We know your preferences, so we deliberately..."

"Good job." Marconi was happier now. In the eyes of others, he even seemed to be happier than he had just calculated the monetary gains from the arms trade. "It's not too late, you guys..."

"That, boss." The vice president who had been standing by just now, who was also in charge of combat and security, Garcia couldn't help saying, "Although I didn't mean to make you happy, but... you I also know that population trading and exploitation are... the bottom line of the Guerrilla Association."

Hearing the name of the Guerrilla Association, Marconi's original smile froze.

"You also know that the reason why we were able to engage in these transactions under the noses of the police is because Speaker Harutman helped us withstand most of the blame...The Guerrilla Association, due to their policy, could not proceed against us. Many restrictions. But once it comes to demographic crime... then it is not something the Speaker can suppress for us."

"Isn't he just a prisoner? As for?" Marconi was obviously shaken. He also knew the strength of the Guerrilla Association, but he was still unwilling to give up. "Is it OK to declare that she was killed?"

"No...Chairman, the risk is too great. Please consider it carefully. Even in the hunting community, the hunting regiments that use population trading for profit will be labeled "illegal" by governments and employers, and will be prohibited from then on Coming...because no one wants to get involved with this crime. Needless to say, the Guerrilla Association, the horror of the "Seven Lunar Church" is even more deterrent..."

"...It's okay, I know." When it comes to this, Marconi can only give up his previous thoughts unhappily, "In that case, I have to go to the hotel on Entertainment Street to have a good time. A handful."

"...I wish you a good time." It seemed that he wanted to say something, but Garcia still resisted it. After more than a year of getting along, he already knew the temper of his boss.

"It's been a year...Leaving from the "West Wind", here, although income has increased a lot, but..." Garcia was lost in thought.

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"Ha!" The heavy gasp was accompanied by the sound of sweat dripping down to the ground; the boy holding a riot crutches, at this moment felt his footsteps floating, his center of gravity unstable, and everything in front of him was very blurred. But as usual, he gritted his teeth fiercely and rushed towards the target again with a roar-one turn, two turns.

"That's it!" The middle-aged man wearing a dark black suit shouted loudly, "Now, please judge and score. Student Lloyd Bennings, the results of the second part of the actual combat training, you will soon be able to know, please Take a break here."

"Yes... Thank you for your care." Still breathing heavily, but Lloyd didn't mean to complain at all. Instead, he smiled, obediently sitting in the designated rest area following the instructions of the instructor.

It has been almost two years since joining the Crossbell Police Academy. At the end of the second school year, his long-awaited qualification examination for search officers finally arrived.

Written exams-finish all the answers calmly. If there are no accidents, the top three scores in the usual small and small exams should not be lost. And Roy always feels that his performance this time is exceptionally good, maybe he can get the first place in this year.

Practical test-whether it is anti-virus, command escape, or capture, he has already got good results; and the comprehensive practical test that he has just finished the test and judges himself according to the situation on the training field is what he has recently spent A lot of painstaking preparation.

Success or failure in one fell swoop. While Roy wiped the sweat on his forehead and neck with a towel, he looked at the distance nervously. The several judges who were discussing enthusiastically-although these instructors are usually very friendly to the positive and motivated Royd, this This moment of fairness and justice, Lloyd knew he would not gain even the slightest favor from it.

Finally, the leading instructor waved his hand to end the discussion and entered the scoring session. Lloyd could almost hear his heartbeat.

"Goddess..." He squeezed his sweat-soaked palm tightly. Because I was holding the anti-riot handrail just now, sweat soaked into the rubbed skin, and there was a slight pain, but Lloyd completely ignored all this-he almost held his breath, quietly waiting for the tutor to announce result.

"Royd Bennings...comprehensively judged in actual combat, the result is...A+!"

At that moment, Lloyd knew that his hard work over the past two years was worth it.

"Search Officer's Qualification Certificate..." The dreamlike feeling made Lloyd feel a little ecstatic, "In this case...towards the direction of an excellent search officer like the big brother... is a step further."

Brother, you wait. Sooner or later, I will surpass you and become an excellent investigator who can shoulder this Crossbell.