chapter 8 JC

five hours ago.

Robic Dila is forty-three years old this year. He is the chief of the first-level security department of the city defense team. His subordinates are in charge of the West City Security Department, which is responsible for the security of the west side of Eternal Star City.

Soldiers from 20 patrol teams, policemen of all sizes from one hall, and countless civilian staff were all at his disposal.

More than 100 police officers equipped with electric shock batons, miniature crossbows, anti-shock shields, mist bombs, thunderstorm bombs and other sophisticated suppression equipment, and nearly 300 police officers equipped with meteor swords, arc shields, eternal new armor and energy-breaking crossbows This kind of high-quality soldiers of the anti-magic armed forces, as well as the elite military force of twenty swordsmen of the end as patrol captains, are under his orders.

This is very rare for a person who was born in a low-level nobleman - Robic's father was just a small lord in Kela County in the west of the kingdom.

If he hadn't climbed into the high branch of the Kevin Dill family, it would be impossible for him to become the chief of the West City Security Department of the capital Yongxing City at this age. There is only one small fly in the ointment in this wonderful relationship in which he confided his loyalty to the Calvin Dill family and was rewarded with official positions.

That is, the patrol area he is in charge of in Eternal Star City has a total of six districts, namely the third district of the West Ring Road and the third district of the lower city.

Yes, it is the forefront of the bloody struggle between the Blood Bottle Gang and the Black Street Brotherhood.

A small fly in the ointment.

a fly in the ointment--?

Nonsence!

By the king, this is simply unlucky!

Oh, he is also in charge of patrolling and street security in front of the west city gate.

This is the admonition given by his gray-haired predecessor during the handover:

"You have to tell the people under your command that even if you lead the team from the barracks, through the West Ring District, the Lower City, and head to the West City Gate (yes, his predecessor believed that for the patrol team, the West City Gate is the only possibility) For the police, the West City Gate is the only place where law enforcement is required)—"

"For the sake of your money, when passing through the third district of West Ring Road, please be polite and friendly;

For the sake of your life, when you pass through the third district of the lower city, you must be cautious and take every step carefully;

For the sake of your position, when you arrive at the West Gate, you must work hard and be full of energy! "

Robick quickly figured out why.

The blood bottle gang rooted in the third district of the West Ring Road has a big tree with deep roots and a long history. It has unclear relations with many important figures in the court, but it regularly pays a lot of "money" to the city defense team. When going around the district, the police and the people should be friendly, the fish and water should be happy, and they should turn a blind eye when there is nothing to do.

The black street brotherhoods occupying the third district of the lower city are cruel, crazy and violent. Half of the unsolved criminal cases in the kingdom are related to them, and they are merciless towards the official people, so for the sake of life, when passing through the lower city, Keep an eye on all directions, listen to the six directions, trot all the way and don't stay too long if you have nothing to do.

The west gate is the front of Eternal Star City, and it is also the only gate for many foreign dignitaries, nobles, officials in charge of the temples, and adventurers from all walks of life to visit Eternal Star City. Many diplomatic disputes, noble struggles, and religious confrontations Civil conflicts and civil conflicts all occurred in this area, and it was also the place where the court bosses watched the most closely. Therefore, for the sake of position, when guarding law and order and patrolling law enforcement at the West City Gate, you must be fair and strict, diligent and dedicated, and serve the people with a stern face.

To sum up, in the three years since Director Robic took over the security department, half of his hair has turned gray and his wrinkles have increased by three. Because the time to return home is uncertain, his wife often protests in the form of a cold war in bed, which is also understandable. that's it.

At this moment, Robick was sitting at his desk, looking at the moonlight outside the window with a worried expression on his face.

He doesn't want to work overtime either - it's because a big shot greeted him tonight and he had to work overtime.

besides.

What he is worried about is not the job, but the stunned young man who works for him.

Twenty-five-year-old Cohen Karabyan, as the newly promoted patrol captain two months ago,

With his superior skills even in the end swordsman (it would be even better if he could defeat that pervert Miranda - Cohen), his background is already good ("Oh, old man, it would be better if you were the king Well, then I can also be a prince—oh, why did you hit me!"——Cohen), and a rare military experience among young nobles, after retiring from the army ("Damn old man! I obviously didn't sign , how did you get 'discharged'? It must be you who shamelessly - oops, why did you hit me again!" - Cohen), became the number one trump card of the 20th patrol team of the West City Police Department ("They all said It's because I have a good father, but you must know best, old man, that I don't have a good father—hey, old man, if you hit me again, I'll turn my back on you!"——Cohen).

At this moment, Cohen was wearing a neat and majestic officer's cap, with a few strands of nice-colored blond hair protruding from the brim of the hat, and a well-tailored blue meteor uniform, which set off his strong and well-proportioned figure even better. Wearing non-reflective black marching boots, coupled with that resolute and heroic face, he is the undisputed "girl killer" in the capital.

It's a pity, if I were twenty years younger and transferred to Eternal Star City earlier, I would probably be the one who made the noble girls in the royal capital scream - the above is the fantasy of Director Robick when he was distracted.

Because, the young heroic "Girl Killer" Cohen was eloquently speaking, resolutely explaining his point of view to Director Robick, and he clapped his hands on his chest resolutely, as if to let The boss knows his resolve.

"My lord, based on the above, I think it is absolutely inappropriate to clear the garrison forces on Red Square Street! Especially tonight! There is a high possibility of violent conflicts between the Blood Bottle Gang and the Black Street Brotherhood! In addition, I received According to the informant, the Brotherhood of the Black Streets is in front of the main house—"

"You still have an eyeliner in Heijie?" Director Robic yawned and interrupted him.

"Ha, it's really hard to install the eyeliner of those lunatics in the fraternity," Cohen scratched his head embarrassingly, and raised the corners of his mouth, "but in my shrewd and powerful—"

"Idiot! I think you are desperate!"

Director Robick's roar was very sudden, causing a wave of waves, and the secretary, the beautiful red-haired Miss Jolla, who had just passed the door with the paperwork, slipped in fright.

"Do you think that since you are the third place in the year-end assessment of the first-level final swordsman, the Brotherhood will not be able to touch you? Do you think that since you are from the Karabyan family, the Blood Bottle Gang will not dare to touch you? The most important thing is! Do you think--"

The angry Director Robick raised his voice one wave after another, frightening Cohen, who was always eloquent.

"—I'm more handsome than me, so I can command your immediate boss?"

Outside the door, Miss Qiaola, who was picking up documents on the ground, shook her hand, and the documents she had already picked up were scattered all over the floor.

"Uh——Director, I'm a bit off topic. Although I'm handsome, the fraternity—"

"Shut up! You idiot!"

Annoyed and furious, Robic suddenly felt that there was a reason why this old classmate's son was beaten by his father every day.

Lobik breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly: "I know how you feel, and I was passionate about it. When I was transferred three years ago, I also thought that one day, the crimes in the lower city and the West Ring District would be reconciled. The darkness has been cleaned up, so that the citizens can walk on the streets with peace of mind without fear."

"But do you really think that the Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood of the Black Street are just gangsters who can't get on the stage? I sent 20 end swordsmen who are one against a hundred, plus 400 guards and patrols Soldiers, can they be wiped out in one fell swoop? The two magicians of the Blood Bottle Gang, the eight supernatural warriors, the twelve most powerful men, the three big brothers of the brotherhood—or the four big killers, the six giants, the thirteen generals, Do you know how many super-level, even extreme-level guys are among these people alone! There are also thugs, thieves, rangers, and adventurers who spread all over the kingdom and their influence spreads to the western continent. They have a pervasive intelligence network and deep-rooted relationships. Internet, a considerable commercial network, a profit network that triggers the start, and a key secret network, do you think they are all vegetarians! Do you think this is a battle against the skeletons and orcs on the Western Front? Do you think that my police officers and city defense soldiers have no family and children, no social connections, no worries and burdens, and you can go to death squads who will kill you for you just by talking about it?"

"Even if the two major gangsters are wiped out, what about the secrets of the nobles related to them? What about the oil and water and appropriations of the administrative department that rely on their threats to survive? What about the offerings they give to the big figures in the court every year? Losing the gangsters What about the poor, the mob, and the vagrants who have no livelihood? Without the oppression of the gangsters, what if people no longer go to the temple to pray and donate? Without the bloody incidents caused by the gangsters, the drug market in the city , alchemy market, farming and animal husbandry market, what should we do if the rare medicines and strategic materials that can only be smuggled in by gangsters are out of stock? What about adventurers, mercenaries, and supernatural fighters who have lost their livelihoods? There are no local gangsters with us openly and secretly What if the people from the Kingdom's Secret Division can't grasp the underground operations of foreign spies?"

"Have you thought about all these various and miscellaneous things that you have to think about?"

"Why do you think I cleared Hongfang Street tonight? That's right, I'm telling you, because a certain big shot greeted me directly, it will become the bloodiest battlefield tonight! Wonderful ending! So I not only have to clear the place, but also put up curfew notices, and warn everyone not to approach! Why do you think we work overtime today? It is so that in the morning, our people can unite with the medical, fire and land affairs of the city hall Department, go to collect the corpses of the losers of the war, and put an end to the ruins brought about by the war!"

Robic stopped roaring, panted, and tore off the neckline that made him feel a little short of breath.

Cohen was already silent, his fists clenched tightly on both sides of his body.

"Now, Captain Cohen Karabyan—" Lobik slowed down and said in a normal tone: "You can go out, reflect on yourself, think about why your father sent you to the entire Star Kingdom, It's the worst security hall in the entire Western Continent. Also, remember to help Miss Jola pick up the pile of documents outside the door—it's all your fault."

The door opened, and Cohen walked out slowly, but at this moment his eyes were gloomy, lonely and helpless.

Miss Qiao La, who was picking up the documents by the side, felt very distressed.

These - I know what Director Robick said.

Cohen thought silently.

He reached out to the sword stand outside the director's room, trying to get back his saber.

However, if even the youngest Chief of Security is so sophisticated, if even the blood-sucking gangsters hiding in the underground world dare not face them directly.

Then how will this kingdom change?

Cohen slowly lowered his hand.

He walked up to Ms. Jolla who was crouching down to pack the documents. The secretary, feeling Cohen's approach, blushed instantly, and was thinking of the tone to use to thank him for his help.

Are you passionate?

Cohen secretly smiled bitterly in his heart.

When I crawled out of the dead on the Western Front, this word no longer belonged to me.

This is not blood.

Cohen lowered his head, clenched his fists, determination and anger flashed in his lonely eyes.

This is the right thing to do, and it must be done.

Miss Jolla blushed even more, and she suddenly realized that from Cohen's perspective, she could see the proud scenery of the lonely old mountain in her professional uniform, and—this is very important, I have to say it three times— He's handsome, he's handsome, he's really handsome!

Red Square Street?

Cohen narrowed his eyes.

The next moment, he looked cold and didn't even look at him. The fist clenched in his right hand suddenly flipped, and there was a gust of wind blowing in front of the director's room door!

"Huh!"

When the gust cleared, Cohen had disappeared.

Then disappeared, and his saber on the sword stand.

Only Miss Jorah was left gnashing her teeth, fiercely tearing her long red hair that was messed up by the gust of wind.

Beside her, the pile of scattered documents has been blown into a pile by the wind since some time ago, standing neatly on the ground.

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In the director's room, Robic closed his eyes helplessly and sighed.

Compared to Hongfang Street——

That big man has a more troublesome request for him.

From the followers of the setting sun who entered and exited the west city gate, it was found out exactly why the setting sun temple blocked the inner altar.

Those lunatics who believe in religion, Robic shook his head. How dare he provoke things about the oracle?

Especially that shrew, Goddess of the Setting Sun.

Bah bah bah bah!

Robick shook his head, pushing the thought out of his mind.

Three hundred years ago, if I had this thought, I would be worshiped by the Goddess of the Setting Sun and sent to the court, right?

From this point of view, even though the two magic queens are bad-tempered shrews, they still did something good.

Bah bah bah bah!

Robick shook his head, and also threw this idea out of his mind.

A hundred years ago, if I just had this thought, I would be thrown into the Demon Prison by the Demon Guards of the Queen's Territory, right?

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Back to the present time.

"You said you killed Quaid?" Yala looked at Thales in shock, as if she really knew him for the first time.

"Yes, and," Thales calmly made a seemingly excessive suggestion to this beautiful and dangerous young woman:

"Please help the four of us escape from the third district of the lower city."

Thales is not trying his luck.

During the four years of begging in the abandoned house, his world was not only dark. In addition to the children who lived in the same room, Jenny, the helper of the Grove Pharmacy, and the seemingly unapproachable female bartender in front of him ——By the way, is she really just a bartender?—It was one of the few warm colors Thales found after traveling.

Three years ago, if it wasn't for her, when I was looking for food in the garbage dump outside Sunset Bar, I was killed by the angry wolf dog raised by Morris.

After that, Morris murmured for a long time, why the angry wolf dog he had raised for six years had run away and disappeared.

"Say it again?" Yala seemed to have heard the most unbelievable words, such as the return of hell demons to the human world or the descending of the gods from the sky.

"I mean, I want to ask you to—"

But Yala interrupted him.

"You just killed the most terrifying force in the underground world of the Star Kingdom, the leader of the Black Street Brotherhood in charge of the beggar business in Eternal Star City, the only son of the arms boss "Iron Heart" Sandara Roda, Quaid Roda."

After Yala finished speaking in one breath, she stretched out her slender index finger with a livid face, and poked Thales hard on the forehead.

"Then, you still want to ask me to protect you, betray that 'the most terrifying force in the underground world of the Star Kingdom', and escape under the hunt and hunt of the Brotherhood of the Black Street that will definitely come?"

"Um, it's not quite accurate." Thales rubbed the fingerprints on his forehead, and said with a sneer under Yala's murderous gaze, "But, that's probably the case."

Yala digested the news for a while, and although Thales was anxious, he still waited silently.

Yala came back to her senses and sighed. But her expression quickly returned to indifference and coldness.

"Hmph, for you, against the entire fraternity? Do you think I am such a good person? No, it should be. Do you think I look like a good person?"

"You don't need to meet people from the Brotherhood!" Thales said eagerly.

"We have our own escape plan. You only need to give us some food and supplies. On the way from the third downtown district to Red Square Street, help us hide from the eyes and ears of the Brotherhood! It's easy for you!"

"Please!" Thales said solemnly, "We only have you to rely on, Sister Yala!"

However, Yala didn't seem to agree with him.

"Hmph, you're just a little beggar."

Yala sneered: "I'm still a member of the fraternity. Why do you think that I won't immediately hand over you, the murderer who killed the leader of the fraternity, and those few accomplices?"

Thales was silent for a moment.

Yala tilted her head, waiting for his answer with a half-smile

"Because I believe in you."

Yala was stunned, not catching up with Thales' logic.

"What?"

Thales paused every word, and said firmly:

"Because I believe in you and want to be a good person!"

Yala was stunned.

Did you get the script wrong?

So--er, with those weird terms of his, he can actually say such stupid things like "secondary school"?

Hasn't this kid been very mature all along?

And anyway, it's the brotherhood, the beggar's den, who was beaten out of the beggar's nest, why suddenly——have you watched too many dramas in the Temple of the Dark Night recently? The story of the friendship between the hero Sara and the prophet Kaipen?

Or was Quaid smashed his head?

But Thales took a deep breath, and what she said next made her speechless for a while:

"I know that almost all the fraternities are scumbags and villains, and they are all perverts with bloody debts, wolves and demons in human skins, sympathy and kindness, conscience and pity for them, even those in the gutter Sludge is worse."

"They sold poor girls to brothels, maimed desperate children, sold drugs to teenage girls, blackmailed hard-working businessmen into penniless, and sold farmers who were hit by natural disasters. Forced to starve to death, capture those who can't pay back their debts to the desert as slaves and sell them, and work with the depraved nobles on the ugliest secrets."

"But I also know that many of them are forced to make a living, are forced to, are all exposed to it from childhood, are unable to extricate themselves from it, are all for survival, and have reasons of 'I have to do this'. To be the Brotherhood's most vicious pawn, the most ruthless thug."

"But because of this, I feel that if in such an environment and situation, in addition to surviving, I can persist, insist on a little sympathy, compassion, kindness, conscience, insist on doing something good, and be a good person , can give up the idea of making black money and quick money with a knife, can give even the most down-and-out alcoholic a free glass of ale, can give a beaten prostitute a cloak, can survive in the cold and windy garbage dump, in order to save her life. The life of a child he never knew, the killing of a frat boss' pet dog, and the four years that followed, helping him, supporting him, caring for him—"

Yala frowned tightly. Without realizing it, she began to bite her lower lip tightly.

Having said that, Thales looked up at Yala, with sincerity and hope in his eyes:

"Being able to do this, I think, is more difficult, more dangerous, and more—"

"Stop!" Yala raised her head unwillingly, her eyes were red, "Little rascal, you are not someone to me, what are you, how dare you—"

But her words were interrupted by Thales indifferently.

"Yara Sarriton!"

"I've seen the way you cut a dog into three pieces with one knife, and I've seen you cut off the fingers of troublemakers. I also know that the drinkers in the Sunset Bar are afraid of you. I know that even Quaid and Rick, even Even Boss Morris is very polite to you, and they dare not speak up when they know that you have lowered their purchase price. I don't know the meaning of the last name Surriton in the fraternity, but I think you probably also You used to have blood on your hands, and even killed Yingye, maybe your family and surroundings are full of fraternity people, maybe your father, brother and sister are all criminals."

Yala didn't interrupt him, but looked lonely and fell into a death-like silence.

"So, actually, I don't know whether you are a good person or not."

Thales silently took out a dagger.

"I stole this dagger from your bar, but I know that I just told you that day, 'I don't have a knife, how can I chop firewood', and that afternoon, this dagger , I have always known that I have appeared in the most conspicuous position in the utility room."

"I always thought that this dagger was dropped by someone else, maybe Edmund. Until today, the word 'JC' emerged from the side of the blade of this bloody dagger."

Thales raised his head and looked directly at Yala. The faint stars in his eyes made her heart tremble.

"That's your initials, JC."

"I just heard your full name from Quaid."

Yala gritted her teeth.

She didn't even pay attention to why an inferior beggar who had never had a chance to read and write could understand the letters on the dagger and even spell her name.

"Yara Sarriton, Miss JC, I want you to know, I must let you know, today, the dagger you sent out saved my life, saved those three over there, even the ordinary White bread feels like the lives of three children at the king's meal."

Yala clenched her fists, her eyes gradually focused.

This nasty brat.

"So, although I don't know what you were like before, and I don't know what you will be like in the future, but I always feel, feel—"

"——You want to be a good person!"

"JC!"