About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

This is the Baowa of [Dragon Shooting Gun] (named by Orson), awesome...!

——The next is the last, Grand Duke Baikal.

Tallulah adjusted her breathing and moved towards the command tower controlling Qiecheng.

"Damn Dragon Girl... how did she get in here!"

On the street, Baikal's migrant worker lost his usual arrogant and hypocritical posture. At this time, he was panting and extremely embarrassed, and the expensive suit on his body also had a faint smell of being burned.

——was put on by that bastard young dragon...but it's not a big problem, and now the Third Army has joined the battle under the guidance of Kirke and me, no matter what integration movement or other things, those Infected pariahs can't make any waves at all.

——As long as Qiecheng is successfully activated, no one will be able to stop it!Everything that happens here will be meaningless in the next full-scale war with Yan Kingdom, and it is still my victory! !

Baikal fiercely took off his coat and threw it aside, ripped off his tie, and completely threw this set of clothing representing the "old aristocracy" on the ground.

I should have been sitting in my castle, sipping red wine comfortably, while waiting for the full completion of my plan... instead of fleeing on the road in such a mess now!

Grand Duke Baikal was heading towards the Chernobog command tower. Originally, according to the plan, he would never go here, because the evidence might be captured by some people, and it would take a lot of energy to seal and destroy the evidence.

But the situation at this time has left the Duke of Baikal with nowhere to go. After he escaped from the castle, he discovered that the army group that originally belonged to him in Qiecheng had been completely destroyed by the so-called "integration movement" and a group of people who appeared from nowhere. The infected people who came were held back, and there were no soldiers who could be used by themselves.

The Grand Duke of Baikal, who had never thought about "the castle will be invaded silently", suddenly found that the only chess pieces he could use at this time were to go to the command tower to perform tasks, Sarkaz mercenary Garson's troops.

"Bastard, I will definitely hang that guy after that—no, tie him to a battleship and drag him to death"

With the command tower in sight, Baikal took out the walkie-talkie to contact Garson while taking the elevator to the top floor.

After three beeps, the intercom was connected.

"Mercenary leader, how is your situation going? There are some changes in the plan, start cutting the city for me immediately!"

"Yo, are you looking for that nasty Sarkaz? Sorry, he's not in the command tower right now, and it doesn't look like he can answer the phone~"

"—"

Baikal frowned. It was not Garson's voice on the other end of the intercom, but a woman's lazy and mocking tone.

"who are you?"

"Did you forget me so quickly? Well, there's no way. After all, I'm just a second-in-command who gets paid to work."

"Garson, where is that guy?!"

Grand Duke Baikal loudly questioned the woman on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"Where is it? Well, he's by my side, but I also said that it's not convenient for him to answer the phone now. "

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, W showed a mocking smile, and lying at her feet was a Sarkaz mercenary whose left arm and half of his chest had been completely blown away. That was Garson.

Almost at the moment of full-scale war, W started his own revenge. Fortunately, it was not difficult to find Garson. W, also a Sarkaz mercenary, didn't even need to ask Garson's soldiers. He guessed the location of the mercenary leader.

W is now near a hidden safe house of Sarkaz mercenaries. The wounds on her body of various sizes, and the corpses of Sarkaz fighters from the W faction or the Garson faction, all show here. A deathmatch had just ended, and the final winner was W.

"All in all, it's just a super-common internal strife among the Sarkaz tribe. Please don't worry, the final payment will be credited to my account. My employer—ah, I hung up."

W looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand, showed a bored expression, and then threw the walkie-talkie to the corner.

"So—you have made up your mind to follow me?"

W got up from Garson's body, and asked the Sarkaz people behind him who were still alive after the death struggle.

"We're not after you, W. We're just... tired of having a nameless life too. Promise us that you'll lead us to a name of our own."

The Sarkaz mercenaries responded flatly.

"Ha, isn't that nonsense. Ah—but there is a name, and there is only one name, you can't use it?"

W stretched out his fingers and stuck out his tongue.

—Your Highness, am I taking the first step?

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After hanging up the walkie-talkie, Grand Duke Baikal cursed angrily.

"Damn mercenaries, I knew this group of people couldn't be trusted at all!! Forget it, I can activate Qiecheng myself. The backup plan shows that the girl named Misha also has the activation key. It's time to find her and kill her." .”

Baikal did not expect that Garsen would be found and killed by W, and the key to activate the city cut was still in the hands of this mercenary.

Grand Duke Baikal was not worried that Garsen, who held the activation key to cut the city, would rebel. After all, these fanatical Sarkaz people had the desire for battle and bloodthirsty temperament flowing in their blood. These people were more eager for war than themselves.

But he didn't expect that Garson would be killed by W and counter-killed by the guy who should have died.

Baikal reached the top of the command tower and dialed the walkie-talkie to Viscount Kirke, who was leading the Third Army.

"Kirke, don't worry about the waste of the integration movement. I need military support here, so send someone over here quickly, and help me contact the picket team by the way. I want to find the address of a citizen of Qiecheng!"

"—Don't worry, someone will pass by, but she may not be the one you want to see."

"This voice, you are the previous guard of the Rostov family!?"

Grand Duke Baikal's eyes widened, but before he had time to ask for details, the intercom had been unilaterally hung up by the other party.

"Well, that's it."

Orson crushed the walkie-talkie with one hand, and held Viscount Kirke's head in the other.

Beside him, dozens of soldiers held various weapons and looked at Orson with cold sweat.Everyone didn't know what was the intention of this young man who suddenly fell from the sky and directly chopped off the head of Viscount Kirke.

"..."

After a brief silence, Orson rewound the bandage around his neck to stop the bleeding and adjusted his virtual vocal cords.

"Listen, soldiers of the Third Army present! The mastermind of the rebellion has been defeated by me, and there is no need for you to continue fighting meaninglessly! The reason for this war itself is that the Viscount Kirk and the Grand Duke of Baikal, for their own sake An act of treason for self-interest!"

"...Treason?" "Treason—what do you mean?"

Orson's words stunned the soldiers, and everyone looked at the boy in front of him in confusion.

Thanks to Kirke's usual style, among these soldiers, there is no loyal and unconditional willingness to fight him desperately.

"What are you talking about, what organization do you belong to?"

After a brief commotion, a vicissitude-looking adjutant walked up to Orson, frowning and asked Orson's identity.

"Organization? I, um, good question. We are the sole legal heir of Duke Kosiche: Duke Tallulah's private guard! At the same time, it is also a purge force secretly approved by the emperor! The purpose of its existence is to judge, track, and destroy everything A traitor who tries to use various excuses to endanger the national security of Ursus!"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Orson began to make up things on the spot. At the same time, because the parts about the identities of Kosiche and Tallulah were true, Orson was very confident when he was bragging, and he almost gave himself up. Cheated.

"Viscount Kirke, Grand Duke Baikal, and two old nobles colluded together. Among them, Grand Duke Baikal even illegally hired a large number of Sarkaz mercenaries, intending to launch a military revolution. This is an obvious crime of treason! And Viscount Kirke not only Instead of reporting, you used your position to involve the Third Army, who else among you wants to cover up these sinners!!"

Orson's words made these soldiers stunned for a while, and he secretly manipulated the virtual vocal cords, creating a very energetic Big Brother tone, which shocked the brains of these soldiers who were completely confused hum.

"Let's choose. One side is the legal army that has obtained the joint permission of the nobles of Qiecheng, and the other side is the traitors waiting to be picketed and liquidated. Have you thought about which side you want to stand on!"

The secret of Bragging B is to be quick and ruthless, and not let the other party have a chance to recover.Orson went all out to turn against the guest, and loudly questioned these soldiers who still couldn't figure out the situation.

"...It should be said that he is the guy who said that his specialty is cross talk during the interview. He can really fool people."

Not far away, Frost Star, who could also hear Orson's loud voice, wiped his sweat and thought so. "No... My plan obviously has no flaws, how did it become like this—?!"

When he came back to his senses, Grand Duke Baikal found himself besieged on all sides, like a prey driven to the edge of a cliff.

The troops in Qiecheng were stalked by the infected and members of the Integration Movement, and the paid Sarkaz mercenaries were completely dismantled and wiped out. Even the branch troops of the Third Army were used by those guys. If the means are intercepted, I am afraid that Viscount Kirke's life will not be guaranteed.

——By the way, Viscount Kirk!As long as I put all the blame on that guy, I can avoid being liquidated and executed...!Now I just need to get out of here, find a place to hide, and push everything on him!

Grand Duke Baikal seemed to have found a way to survive, but just as he was about to leave the top floor of the command tower, a scorching air wave directly blocked his footsteps, making him stretch out his hands in front of his eyes. .

"You can see the border of Qiecheng from here. It's not a bad scenery, isn't it?"

"...Daughter of Kosiche!?"

Grand Duke Baikal saw Tallulah appearing in front of him, his expression instantly became extremely desperate, and then turned into anger.

"Your actions are meaningless! Leading those who are spurned by the infected, and gathering together those poor people who should have died in the wasteland - you think that these actions are saving Ursus? You are so wrong , You are just letting this country completely decay! Ursus must rely on war to continue, just like the previous emperor has always done! This war machine can only emit the most dazzling light when it is fighting!"

Grand Duke Baikal yelled at Tallulah, but Tallulah just sighed.

Baikal has had contact with Kosiche before, so I'm afraid he learned his sophistry from that undead black snake.

Even so, Grand Duke Baikal's sophistry did not even have any sincerity.Kosich's war theory is because of the shackles he experienced in 2000, and the Grand Duke of Baikal is just an excuse to make money.

"It's full of nonsense. The war will only accelerate the demise of Ursus. This country has reached the brink of collapse. A new war will only make the old wounds of this land relapse."

Tallulah looked at Qiecheng in the distance. There were scattered traces of battles in some areas, but more places were still in an ordinary state of tranquility.

"Then what can you stop! You bastard—!"

Baikal pulled out the saber at his waist, and slashed towards Tallulah indiscriminately.

"Maybe nothing can be stopped, or maybe we can change everything."

Keng!

Although Tallulah's swordsmanship has always been very hip, it is also enough to defeat these war fanatics who have never really set foot on the battlefield.

The big sword swung, and the general knife and Baikal were knocked down to the ground.

"Unlike you, whose minds have been completely corrupted by past glory and power, we chose the future. Although we are not sure what lies at the end, we will not regret it."

Tallulah raised her big sword and pointed it at Grand Duke Baikal's chest.

"Wait...wait a minute, whelp—no, Tallulah, Duke Tallulah!! I'll give you everything! My status, rights, money...whatever you want, I'll give it to you! You Just let me go!!"

At this moment, Grand Duke Baikal completely lost the last bit of dignity as a nobleman, begging Tallulah's forgiveness like a wild dog.

"Disgusting."

Click!

"Ughhhh!!??"

The big sword fell, but it was Baikal's hands that cut off, and the high temperature directly stopped the bleeding from the incision.

"I will not kill you, because this turmoil will end in your trial. And, you do not deserve to die by this sword."

Talula retracted the big sword to her waist, and looked at the fainted Grand Duke Baikal in disgust.

--ended.

Talula sat on the edge of the control tower and watched Chernobog silently. At the same time, the voice of Zaolu was heard from the radio in the city.

[Citizens of Chernobog, I am the heir of the Rostov family, Natalia Andreyevna Rostova.In the previous few hours, Chernoborg was suffering from a rebellion led by Duke Baikal, but please rest assured, the other party's plot has been thwarted]

"It's over, soldiers. Do you want to continue?"