Texas please kill me

His death was already established.

Either today, or in the near future.

but...

Regardless of life or death, as long as Celinina's path can be smooth...

Then he is naturally willing to die.

......

pm6:29.

"Rapp, is that... your father?" Cellinina looked at the tall Luper in a white suit below, and asked with some uncertainty.

The rain curtain blocked her view, so she couldn't see too clearly, at most she could only see a touch of orange above Luper's left hand.

it seems that...

Holding an orange?

"Yeah, that's... my father." Laplande softly responded to Cellinina beside her, with a somewhat inexplicable tone. "Why is he here? Could it be that Volper did it too...?"

Laplande is also a little uncertain.

After all, she and Celinina have no news channels now, and naturally they don't know what other things Vic did besides inviting Celinina to meet in the central square at [-]:[-] p.m.

"Looks like it should be."

Celinina frowned slightly.

Vic Saluzzo...

At this point, even she couldn't understand what Vic Saluzzo was trying to do.

Or rather...

She never fully understood him?

but,

"It's raining..."

She looked at the rain curtain ahead and sighed softly.

She has never liked rain very much, or in other words, most races like Ruper, Volper, and Pero don't like humid environments and regions.

Because this will make them spend a lot of extra energy on cleaning the hair on their tails, ears, etc.

Celinina subconsciously took a lady's cigarette and lit it.

"call..."

Grey-white smoke spewed out, together with the rain curtain, covering her sight.

......

pm6:38.

"Are you ready?"

The editor-in-chief of Palermo City TV looked at the central square not far away, and asked several warlocks who were in charge of manipulating the drone to broadcast the screen.

"Equipment debugging is complete, no problem, Mr. Editor-in-Chief."

One of the warlocks raised his hand and gestured to the editor-in-chief as a no problem gesture.

"That's good, wait until seven o'clock, and broadcast the picture to the TV station and all commercial screens in Palermo on time."

"Understood, Mr. Editor-in-Chief."

The editor-in-chief nodded and said no more.

......

pm6:41.

"Did you smell it?" An elegant voice sounded from an alley near the central square.

"Smell what?" Another hoarse voice responded, seemingly puzzled.

"Smell... the wonderful drama, smell it?" said the elegant voice, slowly revealing his face from the darkness.

Dressed in scarlet, with an elegant posture, the brim of the hat is so wide that you can't even see the face under it, and you can't tell the race.

Without a doubt, the Scarlet Troupe.

"The drama will indeed be very exciting, but unfortunately, you seem to have no tickets." A deep and hoarse voice came from the alley.

Penguin and Luper stood side by side at the entrance of the alley, looking directly at the two people in the alley.

The emperor waved his wings in disgust. "...It stinks so much, I can smell the rotten blood on you guys from far away."

Wen nodded slightly. "It really doesn't smell very good, so, you two gentlemen from the Scarlet Troupe, you should have heard that Syracuse doesn't welcome you."

"...Mr. Emperor, Mr. Wensonechios, we should not have had any conflicts with you." The elegant voice responded cautiously, not caring about the irony in Emperor Hewen's words.

Facing these two, they couldn't help being cautious.

Although the scarlet troupe is indeed terrifying enough for mortals, in front of the emperor and Wen...

It's really not enough to watch.

Therefore, the Scarlet Troupe has never been willing to provoke these terrifying characters.

They are like a bunch of replies with long legs, as long as they don't take the initiative to run under their feet, they won't be too happy to come and clean them up.

so...

In front of these two, even if the head of the scarlet troupe comes, he has to behave with his tail between his legs.

It might even be better to say that it is precisely at the level of the head of the troupe that he can more deeply understand the horror of the emperor and Wen.

"You have fallen in love with the person we are looking for. Is this a contradiction?" The emperor reached out and took off the cigar dangling from his beak, and let out a puff of smoke.

"Anyway, Vic Saluzzo, I'm going to decide! If you want to take action against him..."

The Great Emperor pulled his beak and smiled disdainfully. "You can try to see how long it will take for the scarlet troupe to be destroyed."

Great Emperor, people live up to their name.

Possesses the strength of a great emperor, and...

Arrogance is only shown to the enemy.

However, he does have arrogant capital.

The Great Emperor patted Wen's knee, turned and left with Wen who nodded to the Scarlet Troupe, leaving the Scarlet Troupe in the alley with stiff expressions.

After a while.

"...How to do?"

"...We can only give up, we don't have the strength to resist the Great Emperor, let alone a 'Winsonechios'..."

"...All right."

PS:

Already owed [-] words...

Pain and happiness.

Please whip me harder!

shashashasha@[email protected]@团六Liner Eruman④. Dam⑧④.

Volume 60: The Syracusans: Chapter 59 Chapter [-] "At this moment, the curtain rises."

pm6:55.

In the inner city of Palermo, near the central square.

"How, are you sure there is no problem?" The editor-in-chief looked at the central square in front of him, clenched his hands slightly, and couldn't help asking again.

For a worker in the media industry, being able to get such "big news", whether good or bad, is worth their excitement.

"No problem, Mr. Editor-in-Chief." The warlock who controlled the drone responded helplessly.

"We have checked the status of the equipment three times. There are now a total of twelve newest reconnaissance drones on standby near the central square. This is the fifth time you have asked...I understand your mood, but also Please be more assured of my professional ability."

"Ah, okay, sorry, I'm really a little..." The editor-in-chief's arm even trembled slightly, "I'm so excited."

Suddenly, a black fog seemed to spread out ahead, covering the sky above the central square.

"Here we come! Quickly, quickly, start the broadcast! Attention the on-site unit, the host is in place, 3, 2,1, [-], start the broadcast!"

The editor-in-chief waved his hand, and looked at the screen transmitted by the drone with some excitement, but the next moment, his mood was a little doubtful.

"This is... Saluzzo's house??"

......

pm6:58.

Standing on the fifth floor of the business circle, Volper looked at the groups of Lupers in white suits who were vigilantly looking around, turned his head slightly, and looked at the giant wolf squatting beside him with a smile.

"Well, Mr. Zaro, let's begin."

Zha Luo was silent, nodded slightly, and in the next moment, suddenly, like mist, all of them poured into Volper's body.

A thick black mist instantly diffused out, covering the sky above the entire central square.

"The rain has stopped...?" The family members below looked up in doubt, but only saw a dark..."sky"?

Alberto silently raised his left hand and looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist.

— pm6:59.

The next moment, all the lights around the central square went out.

"...What, what's going on?!"

"Power off?!"

The family members rioted a little, but quieted down a minute later.

At this moment, it was seven o'clock in the evening.

The lights came on, and the white-haired Volper stood in the center of the entire central square.

He squinted his eyes, with an incomprehensible smile on his face, looked around at the family members who seemed to be facing enemies, and finally faced the direction where Alberto was, and bowed slightly.

"Good night, Monsieur Alberto Saluzzo."

"...Good night, Vic Saluzzo." Alberto glanced at the drones that appeared around the central square at some point, ignored them, and just nodded slightly to the white-haired Volper.

The distance between the two is about tens of meters, but whether it is for Alberto or the current Vic, the distance of tens of meters is nothing more than an instant.

"Vic Saluzzo." Alberto stared at the smiling Volper with a low voice. "You betrayed the Saluzzos."

"Yes, Mr. Alberto." Vic nodded indifferently, as if to say...'I just betrayed, but what can you do with me? '

After getting the expected answer, Alberto didn't say any more.

He raised his left hand, but Walper in front of him also raised his left hand.

Alberto was taken aback, Vic smiled and pressed his left thumb down.

Art is an explosion.

boom--! ! !

The sound of the explosion came from a distance, and the shaking even spread to the central square. Countless people were stunned for a moment, then reacted and looked in the direction of the sound.

That direction is...

Core energy block? ! !

Alberto frowned, and before he had time to react, the vicinity of the central square was once again plunged into darkness.

The power...was cut? !