My hero is myself

Leo didn't know what Mike meant and rolled his eyes.

If you weren't much older than me, I would have suspected you were playing with ethics.

Their car drove through the cold night, continuing to deliver delayed judgment to those who deserved it.

On the other side of the city, in front of the ruins, Roland played the role of a collapsed teenager:

"My family is gone...and my brother can't be contacted..."

Faulkner helped him up, his tone detached and confident:

"Don't worry, the holy fire is shining on your path forward. No matter whether your brother is dead or alive, there will be a result."

The devout apostle took Roland straight into the speaker's home.

Newfound potential stocks are in trouble...

This is a God-given opportunity for him to understand the power of the God of Strange Fire!

Volume 144: First Entering Kyushu: Chapter [-]: Only those who stand in the light are called heroes

Roland is now playing a sad and confused teenager.

At the same time, he did not forget to match it with the violent ups and downs of mental power to prove the ups and downs of his mood, and to show his potential.

Forced into the danger of unlocking his talent, his home was burned down and his only blood relative was missing...

Even the Exile sympathized with the child's plight.

Faulkner Bode is responsible for the recruitment of new students for the Holy Fire Academy. He has traveled around various exiled worlds and has seen too much darkness and chaos.

Apostle is a position and a rank.

In the priest system of the Alien Fire Religion, there is a person whose strength is comparable to that of a third-level awakener.

The new student he discovered this time has a talent that can be said to be outstanding once in ten years, but his experience is also quite miserable.

The "accidents" he encountered one after another were too coincidental in Faulkner's opinion.

But he didn't doubt that Roland was playing a trick.

But combined with his description of his brother's character, he believed that the possibility of his home being set on fire was more than 95%.

It would be great to have a goal of revenge.

This is a great opportunity for new students to feel the grace of God.

All the people in the exiled world combined have no future in Faulkner's opinion.

The funerary items that will soon enter the grave together with this world.

Except Roland.

His talents can grow into an excellent cultist.

Given time, there is great hope for being side by side with myself.

This is exactly the chess piece my lord needs.

The best and brightest world is all controlled by the Awakened Alliance. They develop members in secret, which is very difficult.

In the exile world, they are unscrupulous.

But young people with talents are too rare.

Find a way to hold on to everything you find.

Roland's experience involves important figures in the Ice Capital.

But in the eyes of the apostle-level Faulkner, these big shots are all parts that can be replaced at will.

In total, it is not as important as Roland.

After understanding the current situation, Faulkner took Roland directly to the Speaker.

The upper echelons of this world have long been controlled by the Alien Fire Cult, searching for geniuses with spiritual talents.

In exchange for some extinct resources in this world.

The Speaker was a big figure that people in the capital could only look up to. When he saw Faulkner, he looked humble and fawning.

Faulkner felt the surprise and shock of the boy behind him.

Yes, for a young man from a poor background like him, even the Speaker's lackeys can show off their power in front of him.

How could I have seen a big shot behave like this, more flattering than a prostitute?

"Believe in the Lord, and you will be like me in the future."

Faulkner meant a lot to Roland.

Roland's eyes burned with the flame of ambition.

That expression is called a true man!

Faulkner nodded with satisfaction, thinking that the Speaker's performance saved him a lot of effort.

The seeds of faith have been planted in this new student's heart.

He told the Speaker:

"Look for a young man named Leo Cton, find him, and you will be re-elected."

"But according to the constitution left by Ice God, the speaker can only be re-elected once at most..."

"It's just a false god, not worth mentioning."

Faulkner waved his hand nonchalantly and poked the speaker's fat, round face with a slightly crooked mouth, "It depends on whether you want to continue doing it or not."

"Thank you for the promotion, your Majesty. I am willing to serve the people until my heart stops beating!"

The Speaker enthusiastically agreed.

Faulkner was noncommittal. Whether he would truly serve the people was not his concern at all.

He just needs the old guy to work hard for him.

Roland cast a grateful look at Faulkner, naturally mixed with envy and admiration.

Faulkner "happened" to turn his face sideways at this moment, met his eyes, and nodded slightly.

He told Roland with pious enthusiasm in his eyes:

Believe in the Holy Fire, and you can have it all...

Or even more, a future as vast as you can’t imagine!

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Fierce gunfire rang out in the streets.

As the city's big shots lose their inhibitions, they want more and more, stretching their hands longer and longer.

Naturally, he needs more subordinates to do things for him.

If a workman wants to be good, he must first sharpen his weapon.

If you want those ants to do things more quickly, you have to give them some real guys and good guys.

As a result, several major families took advantage of the situation to rise rapidly, fighting openly and secretly, and the weapons in their hands were constantly upgraded.

Especially the ghettos.

Because security forces are concentrated in central areas and wealthy areas, chaotic areas lacking control and monitoring have become battlefields for resolving grievances.

The sanitation department has protested many times. It has limited funds and has to appease employees' resistance to handling corpses, so the budget must be increased.

That night, for reasons that the people did not understand and were too lazy to understand, the two families launched a large-scale shopping spree.

In the intricate underground pipe network, Leo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard the sound he heard during a recent exercise:

"The new equipment that has been installed in the army can actually flow into the hands of these scum..."

"You think they are scum, and the big shot thinks they are loyal dogs. It's a different perspective."

Mike answered calmly, not thinking this was anything new at all.

The transfer of troops requires many layers of procedures. Where can these families be obedient and convenient?

Naturally, arming them to the teeth and engaging in an arms race with other parasites who have the same idea has become a plot that is repeated in the dark nights of this city.

“If it’s fundamentally rotten, then that’s what it’s going to be like.”

Leo closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see his beloved city become like this.

Mike did not disturb him and waited quietly with him.

The sounds of fighting gradually became thinner and stopped, and it seemed that this dispute had an outcome.

Leo stood up: "It's time for us to finish."

He climbed out of a well and walked towards the machine gun that had been deployed. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at a muddy path with melted snow.

It was a hidden route out of the ghetto.

"Be careful."

Mike carried the cello case and walked towards the higher ground.

His task tonight is to replace Leo.

Of the two families shopping tonight, one of them is sponsored by Reginald.

He was also the culprit who set the fire at Cotton's house last night.

In recent days, this family has been in constant friction with an old rival, who has raised objections to the area that has long been determined.

Such an arrogant provocation must be responded to with force, so tonight's battle took place.

Because of the large scale, key figures from both families are required to be present.

Fighting consumes the blood of young people. The elder brother shakes hands and makes peace, redefining the ownership of interests.

The food chain law of the gray area is such a simple cycle.

No one cares about dead living forces.

They are using their lives to contribute to the maintenance of those dark laws.

Motorcycles opened the road, and low-profile black cars drove through the lanes.

"The cannon fodder has been replaced one after another, but the white gloves have always been the same old faces... It's time to end this meaningless cycle!"

With a certain kind of madness in his eyes, Leo squeezed the trigger.

A terrifying metal storm poured out, and even if the black car had been modified to be bulletproof, it was instantly turned into a sieve.

The human body inside is like a balloon filled with too much water, bursting with blood.

Thanks to the feuding families, the most advanced weapons are circulating on the black market.

The upgraded spear pierced the shield that should have been invincible.

"Revenge on Big Brother!"

The riders escorting the black car quickly found a bunker and prepared to hunt down Leo, who was in an exposed position.

But the dull gunshots from high places and precise headshots ended their loyalty to avenge their elder brother:

"This is the interception point layout of the special forces...it is the eldest brother's eldest brother who abandoned us..."

An experienced thug opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

He had the idea of ​​abandoning his brother and running away.

Leo had given up the machine gun, took out his pistol, and cooperated with Mike's cover to sneak out of the siege of the thugs.

"The young man is really good at both civil and military skills."

Mike is surprised by Leo's shooting skills.

The police's sharpshooters are probably at this level.

He subconsciously thought that this boy who insisted on justice was a civilian with a combat power of about five.