Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 8: JC

　　 five hours ago.

　　 Robik Dila is forty-three years old this year. He is the first-level security director under the city defense team. He manages the West City Security Department, which is responsible for the safety of the west side of Yongxing City.

　　 Twenty soldiers on patrols, police officers of the same size, and countless civilians were all sent by him.

　　 More than one hundred police officers with sophisticated anti-impact equipment such as electric shock batons, mini crossbows, anti-impact shields, fog bombs, and thunderstorm bombs. Nearly three hundred are equipped with meteorite swords, arc shields, eternal armor, and The high-quality soldiers with anti-devil armed forces such as Po Neng Crossbow Arrows, and the elite military force of twenty end swordsmen as patrol captains, are under his orders.

　　 This is very rare for someone who came from a low-ranking nobleman-Robik's father was just a little lord in Kella County in the western part of the kingdom.

　　If he hadn't climbed onto the high branch of the Kevin Deere family, it would have been impossible for him to become the head of the West City Vigilance in the capital city of Yongxing at this age. In this wonderful relationship in which he lost his sincerity to the Kevin Deere family and was rewarded by the official position, there was only a small flaw.

　　 That is, the patrol area he is responsible for in Yongxing City has a total of six districts, namely the third district of West Ring Road and the third district of Lower City.

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

　　 The little one falls short.

　　The fly in the ointment——?

　　 ah!

　　 the king is here, this is simply a bad luck!

　　 Oh, he is also responsible for patrolling in front of the West Gate and street security.

　　 This is the warning from his gray-haired predecessor during the handover:

　　"You have to tell your good people, even if you lead the team from the barracks, go through the West Ring District, Xiacheng District, and go to the West Gate (Yes, his predecessor thinks that for the patrol, the West Gate is only It is the only place that can be patrolled. For the police, Xichengmen is the only place where law enforcement is needed)——"

　　"For the sake of your money, when passing through the three districts of the West Ring Road, be polite and friendly;

　　For the sake of your life, when you pass through the three districts of the lower city, you must be in awe, step by step;

　　For the sake of your position, when you arrive at the West Gate, you must be conscientious and vigorous! "

　　 Robik quickly figured out why.

　　 The blood bottle gang rooted in the third district of the West Ring Road has a deep roots and a long history. It is not clear that it has a relationship with many prominent figures in the DPRK, but it regularly pays a lot of "member money" to the city defense team, so it is for the sake of wallets. When passing through the Western District, the police and the people should be friendly and happy.

　　The Black Street Brotherhood occupies the three districts of the Lower City. It is cruel and violent. Half of the unsolved criminal cases in the kingdom so far are related to them. They are also merciless towards official people, so for the sake of life, after When you are in the city, you have to watch all directions, listen to the six roads, trot all the way and don't stay for too long.

　　 The West City Gate is the opposite of Yongxing City. It is also the only gate for many foreign dignitaries, large and small nobles, officials of the temples, and adventurers to visit Yongxing City. There are many diplomatic disputes and noble struggles. , Religious antagonisms, and civil conflicts all occur in this area, and it is also the place where the palace elders pay the most attention. Therefore, for the sake of position, when guarding Xichengmen's public security and law enforcement patrols, we must be fair and strict, diligent and selfless for the people. service.

　　 To sum up, in the three years since Director Robick took over the Security Department, his hair has been half white and three more wrinkles. Because the time to return home is uncertain, he is often protested by his wife in the form of cold wars in bed. It is also understandable.

　　 At this time, Robik was sitting at his desk, looking at the moonlight outside the window, looking worried.

　　 He doesn't want to work overtime either-it is true that someone greeted him tonight and had to work overtime.

　　There is more.

　　 What he worries about is not work, but the stunned man working for him in front of 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 better if he could defeat the perverted Miranda (Cohen), from a good background ("Oh, old man, it would be better if you were a king, then I can also be a prince—why, why are you hitting me!"-Cohen ), and a rare military experience among young aristocrats, after being discharged ("dead old man! How come I was'demobilized' without signing it?" It must be you shamelessly—why, why are you fighting again? Me!"-Cohen), became the No. 1 trump card of the Twenty Patrol of the West City Police Department ("They all said it was because I had a good father, but you must know the best, old man, I don't have a good one-hey, Old man, if you hit me again, I will turn my face!"-Cohen).

　　 At this moment, Cohen is wearing a neat and majestic officer's hat, and a few strands of beautiful blond hair emerge from behind the brim of the hat. A well-cut blue meteor uniform sets off his strong and well-proportioned figure. Excellent, with the non-reflective black marching boots under his feet, and the firm and heroic face, it is simply the undisputed "girl killer" in the capital.

　　 It's a pity, if I was 20 years younger and moved to Yongxing City a little earlier, it would probably be the existence that made the noble girls of the royal capital scream - the above is the fantasy when Director Robick was distracted.

　　Because, the young and heroic "girl killer" Cohen was eloquently speaking righteously, resolutely expounding his views to Director Robick, his hand firmly patted and patted on his chest. It seems to let the boss know his determination.

　　"My lord, to sum up, I think it is absolutely inappropriate to clear the defense force on Red Square Street! Especially tonight! There is a strong possibility that a violent conflict will erupt between the Blood Bottle Gang and the Black Street Brotherhood! Besides, I After receiving the news from his subordinates, the Black Street Brotherhood is in front of the big house of the headquarters——"

　　 "Do you still have eyeliner in the dark street?" Director Robik yawned and interrupted him.

　　 "Ha, the eyeliner of those madmen in the Brotherhood is really difficult to put in place," Cohen scratched his head embarrassedly and raised the corners of his mouth. "But I am shrewd and strong--"

　　 "Idiot! I think you are dying!"

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

　　"Do you think that you are the third place in the first-level end swordsman's year-end assessment, and the Brotherhood can't touch you? Do you think that you are born in the Karabyan family, the Blood Bottle Gang will not dare to touch you? The most important Yes! You thought--"

　　 The angry Director Robick, his voice waved louder and louder, bluffing Cohen, who had been eloquent, for a moment.

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

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

　　 "Uh-director, a bit off topic, although I am handsome, but the brotherhood is over there -"

　　 "Shut up! Fool!"

　　 Robik suddenly felt that the son of this old classmate was beaten by his father every day, and it was not without reason.

　　 Robik took a sigh of relief and slowly said: "I know your mood, and I have been passionate about it. When I transferred it three years ago, I also thought that one day, I would like to transfer the Xiacheng District and the West Ring District. The crime and darkness of the city are cleaned up, so that citizens can walk on the streets with peace of mind, without fear."

　　"But do you really think that the Blood Bottle Gang and the Black Street Brotherhood are just gangsters who can’t get on the table? I sent twenty end swordsmen with one hundred as a hundred, plus four hundred guards. With the soldiers of the patrol, can you wipe it out in one fell swoop? The two magicians of the Blood Bottle Gang, eight power fighters, twelve strongest men, three of the Brotherhood—or four killers, six giants, ten Three generals, do you know how many ultra-rank and even extreme guys are among these people alone! There are also thugs, thieves, rangers, and adventurers who spread all over the kingdom and spread their influence on the Western Continent, and the pervasive intelligence network, The deep-rooted network of relationships, the sizable commercial network, the network of interests that mobilize the body, the secret network of the key points, do you think they are all vegetarians! Do you think this is a battle with the wild bones and the orcs on the Western Front? Do you think that my police officers and city defense soldiers have no family or children, no social relations, no burdens, you can go to kill you with a throat?"

　　"Even if the two big gangs are wiped out, what about the privates of the aristocrats who are related to them? What about the government's oil and water and funding that depend on their threats to survive? What about their annual worship to the great figures in the court What about the poor, mobs, and vagrants who have no means of livelihood without the restraint and protection of the gang? What if people no longer go to the temple to pray and donate without the oppression of the gang? Without the **** incidents created by the gang, in the city What should I do if the drug market, alchemy market, farming and animal husbandry markets in China are out of stock that can only be smuggled in by gangs of rare drugs and strategic materials? What about adventurers, mercenaries, and super fighters who lose their livelihoods? What should we do with our overt and secret cooperation and cooperation, and the people of the Kingdom’s Secret Section cannot master the underground operations of foreign spies?"

　　"Have you thought about all these things that are so sloppy and must be considered?"

　　"Why do you think I cleared the Red Square Street tonight? Yes, I tell you, because a big man greeted me directly, it will become the bloodiest battlefield tonight! No matter who approaches, It is a bad end! So I not only want to clear the place, but also post a curfew notice, and warn everyone not to approach! Why do you think we are working overtime today? It’s so that by the morning, our people can join the city hall’s medical services, The fire and land administration departments are going to collect the bodies of the losers of the war and end the ruins brought about by the war!"

　　 Robik stopped his roar, panting, and tore open the neckline that made him breathless.

　　 Cohen has been silent, his fists squeezed tightly to the sides of his body.

　　 "Now, Captain Cohen Karabyan--" Robik paused, and said in a normal tone: "You can go out now, reflect on it, think about why your father sent you to the whole star In the Kingdom, the most difficult security hall on the entire Western Continent. Also, remember to help Miss Jola outside the door to pick up the pile of documents-it's all your fault."

　　 The door opened, and Cohen walked out slowly, but his eyes darkened, lonely and helpless.

　　 Miss Jola, who was looking at the file next to her, felt distressed.

　　These—I know everything that Director Robick said.

　　 Cohen thought silently.

　　 He reached out to the sword stand outside the director, wanting to get his saber back.

　　 However, if even the youngest chief of security is so sophisticated, if even the blood-sucking gangs hiding in the underground world dare not face it.

　　 Then how can this kingdom change?

　　 Cohen slowly put his hand down.

　　 He walked to Miss Jora, who was squatting down to pack up the files. The secretary felt Cohen's approach, and her face blushed, thinking about what tone to thank him for his help.

　　 Hot blood?

　　 Cohen smiled secretly in his heart.

　　 When I crawled out of the dead pile on the Western Front, the word didn’t belong to me.

　　 This is not blood.

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

　　 This is the right thing, it is a must.

　　 Ms. Chora’s face turned red. She suddenly realized that from Cohen’s point of view, her professional uniform can be seen in her professional uniform, which is comparable to the proud scenery of the lonely mountain, and-this is very important. Bian-he is handsome, he is handsome, he is really handsome!

　　 Hongfang Street?

　　 Cohen narrowed his eyes.

　　 The next moment, I saw him look cold, without looking, the fist held in his right hand suddenly flipped over, and there was a gust of wind in front of the director's room!

　　 "Huh!"

　　 When the wind cleared, Cohen was gone.

　　 disappeared, and his saber on the sword stand.

　　 Only Miss Jora who was gritted her teeth was left, severely tearing her long red hair that was disturbed by the wind.

　　 Next to her, the messy pile of papers has been blown into a pile by the wind, standing neatly on the ground.

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

　　 Compared to Hongfang Street——

　　 That big man, he has a more troublesome request.

　　 From those sunset believers who entered and exited the West City Gate, it was found out why the sunset temple closed the inner altar.

　　 Those religious lunatics, Robik shook his head, how dare he provoke things about the oracle?

　　 Especially the shrew of the goddess of sunset.

　　 呸 呸 呸!

　　 Robik shook his head and threw the thought out of his mind.

　　 Three hundred years ago, if I just had this idea, I would be sacrificed to the temple of the goddess of the setting sun and scored in the court, right?

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

　　 呸 呸 呸!

　　 Robik shook his head, and threw the thought out of his mind.

　　 A hundred years ago, if I just had this idea, I would be beaten into the magic prison by the imperial demon guards in the queen's territory, right?

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　　 Time goes back to the present.

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

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

　　"Please help the four of us and 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 just dark. In addition to the few children who helped each other in the same room, Jenny, the helper of the Grove Pharmacy, and this seemingly difficult to get close to. The female bartender-is she really just a bartender-is one of the few warm colors that Thales found after crossing.

　　 Three years ago, if it weren't for her, when she had been looking for food in the trash dump outside the sunset bar, she had been killed by the angry wolf dog raised by Morris.

　　 Morris murmured for a long time after that, why the angry wolf dog that he had raised for six years was unfamiliar, and he ran away and disappeared.

　　 "Do you say it again?" Yara seemed to have heard the most unbelievable words, such as the return of **** demons or the descending of the heavenly gods.

　　 "I mean, I want to invite you--"

　　 But Yala interrupted him.

　　"You just killed the most terrifying force in the Star Kingdom underground world. The Black Street Brotherhood is in charge of the business of beggars in Yongxing City, and the only child of the arms boss "Iron Heart" Sandara Roda, Qued Roda ."

　　 Yala finished speaking in one breath, her face stretched out her slender index finger, and gave Thales a hard punch.

　　"Then, you still want to ask me to protect you and betray that'the most terrifying force in the underground world of the Star Kingdom'. Under the hunt and hunt that the Brotherhood of Black Street is sure to come-escape?"

　　 "Uh, it's not quite accurate," Thales rubbed the fingerprints on his forehead, and sneered under Yala's murderous gaze: "But, that's probably it."

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

　　 Ya pulled back, and sighed. But her expression quickly returned to indifference and coldness.

　　 "Huh, for you, against the whole Brotherhood? 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 someone 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 district of the lower city to the Red Square Street, help us hide from the brotherhood! This is easy for you! "

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

　　 But Yala doesn't seem to buy him.

　　 "Huh, you are just a beggar."

　　 Yala sneered: "I am a member of the Brotherhood anyway, why do you think that I will not immediately hand over you, the murderer who killed the leader of the Brotherhood, and those accomplices?"

　　 Thales was silent for a moment.

　　 Yala tilted her head, smiling and waiting for his answer

　　 "Because I believe in you."

　　 Yala was stunned and missed Thales’ logic.

　　"What?"

　　 I saw Thales one word and said firmly:

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

　　 Yala was stunned.

　　Is the script wrong?

　　So--Uh, in his weird terms, how can he say such a "second 2" stupid thing?

　　 This kid, hasn't he been quite mature?

　　 And at any rate, it’s the brotherhood, the person who was beaten out of the beggar’s den, why suddenly--have you watched too many dramas in the Temple of the Night? The story of friendship between the hero Sara and the prophet Kaipeng?

　　 Still got his head hit by Quaid?

　　 But Thales took a deep breath, and the next words made her unspeakable for a while:

　　"I know that almost all the scum and villains in the Brotherhood are perverts with blood debts, wolves and demons in human skin, sympathy and kindness, conscience and compassion for them, even The sludge in the gutter is worse."

　　" They sold ruined girls to brothels, crippled desperate children, sold drugs to teenage girls, blackmailed diligent merchants penniless, and sold children who had suffered natural disasters. The female peasants were forced to starve to death, took those who could not pay off the black accounts to the desert and sold them as slaves, and worked with the fallen aristocracy the most ugly secret."

　　" But I also know that many of them are forced to livelihood, they are forced to live, they have been affected since childhood, they are unable to extricate themselves, they are all in order to survive, they all have'I can't help but do this' Because of this, he became the most vicious minion and the most cruel thug of the Brotherhood."

　　"But because of this, I feel that if in such an environment and situation, in addition to survival, I can persist, insist on a little sympathy, a compassion, a kindness, a conscience, and insist on doing something good. To be a good person can give up the idea of ​​making black money and quick money with one-handed swordsmanship, can give even the most desolate drinker a free glass of ale, can give the battered prostitute a cloak, can be in the cold windy garbage dump, In order to save the life of a child who had never met, he did not hesitate to kill the brother’s pet dog, and for the next four years, he has been helping him, supporting him, and caring about him——"

　　 Ya frowned her eyebrows tightly. She didn't realize it, she started to bite her lower lip.

　　Speaking of this, Thales looked up at Yala, with sincerity and hope in his eyes:

　　"To be able to do this, I think it’s more difficult, more dangerous, and more dangerous than being a pure bad guy in the fraternity, abandoning creed and conscience, full of evil, and being a happy and comfortable bad guy every day. ——"

　　 "Stop!" Yala looked up unwillingly, her eyes flushed, "Boy, you are not mine, how are you, how dare you—"

　　 But Thales interrupted her words indifferently.

　　 "Yala Surryton!"

　　"I have seen you cut a dog into three pieces with a single knife. I have also seen you chop off the finger of a troublemaker. I also know that the drinkers in the sunset bar are very afraid of you. I know that even Kuide and Li K, even Boss Morris, is polite to you. They dare not say anything when they know that you are lowering their purchase price. I don’t know the meaning of Surreyton in the Brotherhood, but I think You probably have **** hands and even murdered people. Maybe your family and surroundings are all from the Brotherhood. Maybe your father, brother and sister are all criminals."

　　 Yala didn't interrupt him, but her expression was lonely, falling into a dead silence.

　　 "So ~IndoMTL.com~ Actually I don't know, are you a good person or not, are you a good person."

　　 Thales silently pulled out a dagger.

　　"I stole this dagger from your bar, but I know that I just said to you that day, “I don’t have a knife, how can I cut firewood?” Then that afternoon, This dagger appeared in the most conspicuous position in the utility room by itself. I have always known it."

　　"I used to think that this dagger was dropped by someone else, perhaps Edmund. Until today, the word'JC' emerged from the side of the blade on this bloodied dagger. "

　　 Thales raised her head and looked directly at Yala, the faint stars in her eyes made her feel trembling.

　　 "That's your initials, JC."

　　 "I just heard your full name from Quaid's mouth."

　　 Yala gritted her teeth.

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

　　"Yala Surryton, Miss JC, I want you to know, I must let you know that today, the dagger you sent saved my life and saved the three over there. Even ordinary white bread feels like the lives of the three children of the King’s Feast."

　　 Yala squeezed her fists, her eyes gradually focused.

　　 This nasty kid.

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

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