My hero is myself

Not even as good as Prime Minister Qin.

It's just that Roland doesn't have much time to spend in the Ice King's capital as a springboard.

Time is limited, you have to show your talent, and you have to make the evidence in Leo's possession work to its maximum effect...

This is dancing with shackles, no wonder it aroused Testy’s interest:

It seems like an ordinary undercover mission, but after increasing the difficulty of the challenge, the viewing pleasure should be no worse than the survival challenge!

The snail shell is used as a grand venue. If the scene is beautiful and the shell is not exploded, then it really shows your skill!

Soon, Testy's attention attracted Stephanie's eyes.

As the top officer of this operation, she did not stop Roland's adventurous action.

Instead, he chose to call a few deputy marshals and staff members to watch together.

Aren't some of you dissatisfied with the fact that this Marshal arranged for a student who has not graduated to perform this critical task?

Then let you know the upper limit of this student on the spot.

As a betting dog, Stephanie is not only betting that Roland will move smoothly, but also betting that he can become a catfish, stimulating the Fourth Army, which has been filled with pride recently.

The staff members quickly figured out something:

"It's kind of interesting. Are you deliberately trying to scare the snakes and then drive the tigers to devour the wolves?"

"This cruel trick is quite clever!"

"Holy shit, is this the kind of brain a student should have?"

"Even if he is wearing shackles and carrying a coffin, his dance is still exciting enough!"

Roland didn't know that his actions in banishing the world had quietly gained a group of big bosses as spectators.

He was just serious about weaving his life into a butterfly, paving the way for his own explosion in this world.

Not only did he want the Alien Fire Cult to notice him, but he also wanted to cut off a piece of the cancer that was parasitic in the last refuge.

In his preparations to pretend to be an ordinary life, one month later in the Ice Kingdom.

Leo returned home exhausted from the daily tasks that had been inexplicably piled on him.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw that his brother had prepared four dishes of stir-fried dishes and two bottles of wine on the dining table.

As soon as his expression changed, he was about to take off his belt:

"Did you go steal something, or accept gifts from those people?"

Roland made a stunned expression and slapped a contract on the table:

"Brother, do you think I'm just a piece of trash that can only be deceived and deceived? I was appreciated by the director of the clinic and got an advance salary as a formal nurse."

Leo looked at the contract written in black and white with a big red seal, and knew that he had blamed the wrong person.

The belt fell to the ground, and then others sat down on the ground.

Roland quickly supported him: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Leo, who has always maintained a tough guy image, covered his face and let tears flow:

"You are making a difference, and your parents in heaven can rest assured...and I can rest assured too!"

He suddenly felt that the cold winter would really end and there would be spring in the capital.

In joy, the brothers each drank a bottle of wine, and Leo got drunk directly under the table.

Roland, however, settled him down as if nothing had happened, walked out of the house, and faced the cold wind and snow outside.

The corners of his mouth curled up.

The first step to help Leo transform, give out some candy...

The second step is to face the cruelty of survival!

Volume 142: Entering Kyushu for the first time: Chapter 6: Who is the fish and who bit the hook? ([-]K)

"Brother, I helped an old gentleman bandage that day and found that he was not simple."

"Oh?"

"He was a policeman and now he's a killer."

"so what……"

"He left me a business card. Maybe you need..."

"I'll never need this!"

Leo woke up from his bed with a hangover headache still lingering in his head.

Yesterday, my younger brother became an official employee of the clinic. We held a celebration banquet and chatted with him surprisingly harmoniously...

Before I knew it, I couldn't stop drinking, and then I lost consciousness.

Their brother rarely spoke a lot, although he couldn't remember most of it.

Only this paragraph, now that I think about it, seems to be imprinted in my mind, and it is strangely clear.

"But it's just a kid listening to a weird old man bragging."

"As long as the Ice God wakes up, why is there any need for such methods?"

"I will definitely bring all crimes to justice!"

Leo stood up and staggered to the bathroom.

The door to Roland's room was open and he should have gone to work.

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"Mr. Mike, I think you will need this information."

At the same time, Roland did not show up at the clinic, but came to a fast food restaurant in the slums alone.

The enthusiasm of the waiters is enough to make up for the oldness of the room and the dim environment.

Opposite Roland's table was an old man with a bald head who was reading a newspaper and eating a sandwich.

Hearing Roland's words, he looked over with ferocious triangular eyes.

Scanning Roland's young face, he felt a little surprised.

Roland and him looked at each other calmly.

The old bald man's eyes fell on the report paper again, but his hand was under the table and he had already received the brown paper bag handed over by Roland.

He pulled out the information inside, stacked it on the newspaper and continued reading.

This kind of fast-food restaurant with high staff turnover is crowded and crowded.

It is a cover for doing something, but it is also a flaw that inadvertently exposes the secret.

Veterans who are familiar with the environment here have developed their own way of exchanging information.

The bald old man's name is Mike. He used to be a policeman, but now he walks in the gray area and does some shady work.

When he saw the name of a certain big shot in the document, he couldn't help but his pupils narrowed suddenly.

"Let me buy you a cup of coffee."

He finally took the time to move away from the newspaper and looked at Roland seriously, "This store may not be eye-catching, but Mrs. Ollis's hand washing skills are no worse than any other store."

"I trust your taste."

Roland stood up and followed Mike calmly to the second floor.

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city ​​center.

There is a circle of gorgeous buildings surrounding the most important central pillar of the entire underground shelter.

They are the Ice God Palace, the Cathedral and the Parliament.

The Ice God is supreme and rules everything in the Ice King's capital.

The Cathedral governs the Whip Knights to implement the Ice God's will.

The council is responsible for day-to-day administration and urban development.

This is the core of the Ice Capital, where all the citizens once had their hope to survive the cold winter.

Over the past 70 years, time has changed a lot.

The political message issued here has gradually become the source of suffering for many people.

Parliament building, in an office.

The old man with a very scholarly and elegant temperament frowned unexpectedly when he listened to the secretary's report:

"That disobedient little guy really mastered the real thing and reported it to the superiors?"

"The deputy speaker is very angry and wants you to deal with this matter as soon as possible."

The elegant old man's eyes flashed sharply and he said gloomily:

"It's been very dry recently, so it's normal for people to accidentally have fires in their homes, right?"

There was a hint of unbearability in the secretary's eyes, but she still nodded:

"Indeed, a fire is extremely normal. Director, your intuition is very accurate."

This old man is Reginald Dryden, Director of the Internal Affairs Department.

He once wanted to train Leo Cotton into a dog that would bite anyone he saw.

Unfortunately, that boy was more stubborn than he imagined and would not compromise with power at all.

Reginald decisively gave up on him.

When a young man dared to offend the director, Leo's treatment immediately changed from a promising newcomer to a street rat that everyone could bully.

Even if he is beautiful in the forest, he will be destroyed by the wind. His talent is envied by others.

Leo suffered a lot of torture and made things difficult for him.

However, that proud young man in the past had a terrifying perseverance deep in his bones.

Faced with a workload that doubled several times and no reason to blame, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

In his mind, keeping the uniform of the Internal Affairs Department, collecting intelligence, and waiting for opportunities are great goals that are higher than personal dignity.

Unfortunately, due to Roland's secret push, his forbearance was exposed in advance.

The key materials to report the deputy speaker were sent to the deputy speaker’s staff...

Naturally, Leo, who submitted this material under his real name, became a thorn in the side that had to be removed.

From players to referees, everyone is an opponent. This is how difficult it is for him to fight alone.

Leo still doesn't know that an invisible black hand has reached out to him and his family to completely wipe them from this world.

After the secretary withdrew, Reginald thought for a moment and called the driver:

"Prepare a car and go to the nursing home to visit the seniors. We can't let them think that we are heartless. It's cool to have tea after we leave..."

Those who can be taken care of in nursing homes in the apocalypse will all be prominent figures before retirement.

Even though these people have lost their power now, the information they possess is still very useful, and they may be able to knock on some closed doors.

In the impression of the outside world, Reginald is versatile and has the ability to find the right partner in a chaotic situation and thrive.

At the same time, he is diligent and humble, making everyone who comes into contact with him feel like a spring breeze.

Although he is the head of a secret service, everyone thinks he is surprisingly kind, as if he never loses his temper!

But in fact, the more smiling a tiger is, the more terrifying his thoughts are...

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