Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

When Rankopel's bread porridge was handed to the children, he could clearly see the light of hope shining in their eyes, as if he was not handing over an ordinary bowl of bread porridge, but a bowl of rare treasures, rare treasures.

After they took it, they basically swallowed heavily, almost swept the bottom of the bowl, and even a Sakaz teenager choked half to death, but the last bowl of water was poured and swallowed.

"Don't be in a hurry, there will be... Today these tubes are enough. Rankopel

instructed several iron guards around him to keep refilling the bread and porridge for them, and he himself also picked up a bowl of bread porridge and began to dig and eat it with a spoon.

In

my previous life, I had witnessed some war-torn areas on the news, where almost most of the children were starved to death,

and the slightest stutter was gobbled up.

Rankopel looked at them, only feeling like he was feeding some pets that had been hungry for an unknown amount of time.

"Knotts, they... Haven't eaten in days?"

asked Rankopel, looking at North, who was still eating more restrained.

"Actually, I eat every day,"

Noz replied timidly.

"Huh?"

Rankopel raised some questions.

"The straw underneath, Mr. Rankopel.

However, when the second half of North's words came out, Rankopel was silent.

To put it mildly, in a previous life, even if these rotten straws were thrown into the pigsty, the pigs would not eat them.

"Except for the straw underneath?"

asked Rankopel again after about half a minute.

"No, some girls even eat their own hair... , the parts of the cage wood that can still be swallowed, those integrated movements outside... Basically, a week will only give a little bit of dumped steamed buns, moldy potatoes..."

Yes

, but the thugs of the integration movement have been exhausted, and now who to target their anger?

Aim at the evil of human nature.

"The other day... There is an integration movement to exchange three moldy potatoes for my body... And then a sister next to me ... To protect me, bite the finger that integrates movement..."

"And then... She was brutally killed... The corpses were shredded and fed to their hounds.

Knotts continued, his tone becoming extremely reproachful and sad, and his body trembling.

Rankopel stepped forward and hugged her, stroking her head, hoping to give her some warmth.

"I see... What about your family, are they also from Chernoberg

?" asked Rankopelle, who no longer wanted to continue the uncomfortable subject.

"No, Mr. Rankopel, my father was a mercenary and my mother was an ordinary farmer, but one day my mother came to me and gave me this. Noz

took out an identity tag pinned to his waist—an unnamed badge that had been distorted by the explosion, and the original owner must have been hit by a shell at close range.

"She said Dad went to a place called Kazdale... Will live happily ... It's just that she can't go, and I can't go, and it's a long time before we see each other..."

"Mr. Rankopel, where is Kazdale?

Once again, he was speechless, unable to say anything, as if a fire was blocked in his throat.

"Brother Rankopel, the Usas oil-layer meatloaf is ready!" At

this moment, Gumi trotted to his eyes with a large package of Usas oil-layer meatloaf, and handed the steaming oil-layer meatloaf

in his hand to Rankopel.

“...... Thank you, Gumi. Rankopel

took it, because of the conversation just now, his appetite was basically lost, but he still took a bite.

This Usas oil-layered meatloaf is a bit like the meat dumpling in the previous life, but the skin is much thinner than the meat dumpling, and the meat filling inside is very sufficient, and the mouth is full of oil in one mouthful.

"Quite ... It's delicious... Gumi, worthy of admiration. Rankopel

quickly finished a Usas oily meatloaf, but Noz's words just now made his appetite much worse, and the original delicacy was greatly reduced, but he still said to Gumi.

"Hey, hey...

Gumi said with a smile:

"In fact, many times, a delicious full meal can make everyone have short-term happiness!

Let's keep it up like that.

As if he could see something, Kogumi said with concern:

"Brother Rankopel, you seem to be a little dull... Rankopel

shook his head and replied

, "Nothing, Gumi,

nothing." He

didn't want the haze of tragedy to infect Gumi.

Then he said

, "Go and give some oily meatloaf to the children,

and add a little oil."

Gumi nodded hesitantly and said,

"Okay, but brother Rankopel, if there is anything to worry about, I can tell me, whether it is delicious cuisine or some Usas jokes!"

Rankopel smiled and nodded, but in fact, in his previous life, he was a person who carried some sad things and troubled things to digest slowly, and was not good at confiding in others.

It's the same in this life.

Sadness ... Or don't spread as well... If you can bear it, you can bear it.

"Knotts, give. Rankopel

broke off the half he had eaten above the Usas oily patty and handed the bottom half to Noz.

"Wow, thank you Mr. Rankopel.

Noz thanked himself happily, took the oily patty and began to munch.

Rankopel stood up and walked in the direction of Scout, where Scout was chatting with some of his Iron Guards, who were Sonya, accompanied by Weiss.

At this time, Scout and they were talking about their organization, Rhode Island.

"Yes, my organization is indeed Rhode Island, and you should have seen some information about Rhode Island in some information browsing windows and so on.

Scout said to them.

Sonia looked Scout straight into the eye and said,

"Actually, Rhode Island was the first thing my team and I thought about when we were about leaving Chernoborg, but what we know about Rhode Island is only superficial propaganda.

"Can you answer me, Mr. Scout, is Rhode Island really an organization willing to take in mutants?"

replied without thinking

, "Yes, Rhode Island does have the first goal of treating mutants,

and this goal is what we will carry out in the future."

Sonya asked in disbelief, "Is there really an organization in this land that is willing to take in mutants, and the first goal is to treat mutants?"

Scout saw the core of Sonya's question,

and he replied:

Yes, but Rhode Island is not a charity, it's a medical corporation, so our aid to mutants is completely paid, but basically affordable.

Sonia nodded and replied:

"This is natural, if it is said that the mutants are completely free of charge, the black institutions in Colombia under this banner are basically those black institutions in Colombia, luring the mutants to come, in fact, secretly using them for human experiments."

Scout thought for a moment and said,

"This Miss Usas..."

Sonya interjected,

"Just call me Sonya."

Scout immediately changed his name when he heard this, and said

, "Miss Sonya, this land has never spared the greatest malice towards mutants,

especially Usas.

"Rhode Island travels between mainland countries, and many times it also needs to rely on the power of Rhode Island operators, and many mutants rely on becoming Rhode Island operators to earn treatment conditions for ore diseases."

Sonya nodded and said,

"Reasonable."

Scout continued to say to Sonia:

"Not all Rhode Island operators are necessarily combatants fighting on the front line, we also have logistics operators in our organization, medical operators, and even costume designers, barbers and the like. "

Most of the money for Rhode Island's operation depends on these operators to play to their strengths in their respective fields, take all kinds of commissions, and then get paid, Rhode Island takes a part, takes a part of himself, and the ore disease patient takes more cut, because we need to provide him with a treatment plan for ore disease."

"For example, we have an operator in Rhode Island named Zilan, a Colombian haute fashion magazine editor and fashion designer, and her clothes are sold all over the mainland, bringing great profits to Rhode Island.

Sonya nodded, indicating that she had fully understood, and said

, "I see,

thank you for your understanding."

Rankopel on the side could clearly see that Sonya's eyes were shining, and he said:

"Sonya, do you want to go to Rhode Island?

But Sonya's attitude was firm:

"No, it's good to stay with you, leader, if it had been earlier when my friends and I were still struggling to survive in Chernoberg, I had met Rhode Island first, maybe I would have gone." "

But now I have some sense of belonging with you, and the iron guards in your team are also some good people, so please take care of you in the future, leader!"

replied Sonya, her voice full of vitality.

"Ahhh... Please take care of you in the future, General Winter!" replied

Rankopel with a smile.

"General Winter... Ha, did my partner tell you my nickname?" Sonya

smiled uncaringly and said,

"But it doesn't matter, although in the Usas joke, 'General' once is equivalent to incompetence, but in the future I will also receive battle merits, promotions, and ribbons, even if I am not in Usas, it is the same under you..." Rankopel

could see the determination in Sonya's eyes and responded:

"Then come on, General Winter.

There was a sentence that Rankopel did not say:

"Actually, you have done a good job, before that, you were the general of these students, Sonya." "