Extraordinary pedigree

Present world.

Edici Federation Hell's Kitchen.

Pitter-patter~~

This is the sound of raindrops. The streets here are full of the cold beauty of reinforced concrete, with tall buildings standing in rows, but the narrow alleys are often filled with the smell of fireworks.

The slippery road surface reflects the dim light of the street lamps, giving people a desolate and dangerous feeling.

Faded graffiti and bullet holes left at some unknown time can be seen on the walls on the street. There are few pedestrians, but some whispers or coughs can always be heard faintly in the depths of the alley.

On this rainy and foggy night, [Purgatory Gate Platform] is hidden in an ordinary industrial area.

The entrance to the platform is carefully hidden, and it looks like an abandoned railway station. Even the station sign is rusted and almost invisible.

But people who are familiar with this place know that this is just a disguise to deceive people. There are rumors that:

- At certain specific nodes, you can find a way to another world.

The patter of raindrops fell on the metal surface of the rails and the platform, making a slight sound.

Near the platform, a man in a black suit stood in the rain, holding an old-fashioned umbrella in his hand.

The black suit was well-cut, and his hat brim was pulled down low, covering most of his face, but the exposed chin line still revealed a cold temperament.

Looking at the rain, Vito Antonio was unconsciously a little dazed, and the sound of rain brought him back to his memories a few years ago.

At that time, he was not "Antonio", but was called "One Week".

That was a period of time when he lost all his memories, and his memories would be formatted once a week.

At that time, he held a sharp blade and followed the footsteps of the "worst man" in the current gangster world, slaughtering vampires all over the world.

That was really a different experience.

Just as he was immersed in his memories, a slightly teasing voice sounded from behind:

"Hey, long time no see, Zhou Yi - oh no, now I should call you the godfather of Manhattan and parts of Brooklyn - Mr. Antonio."

Zhou Yi turned around and looked at the person who came in speechlessly.

He saw a young man standing in the drizzle.

The other person was wearing a dark gray sweatshirt with water dripping from the edge of the hood, paired with a pair of loose sweatpants and a pair of white canvas shoes.

The most eye-catching thing was the boy's fox ears and tail. The ears trembled slightly in the breeze, and the tail swayed gently like a naughty signal flag.

Tulsi Corbett.

The Wandman Newspaper called him: Hugh Abraham's most loyal supporter, the immortal, and the prime minister of the Administration.

The partner when he slaughtered vampires.

On those nights of blood and fire, the boy's cunning and agility added many unexpected victories to their team.

But now, time seems to have stopped for him.

His appearance remained the same, but a closer look revealed a thick dark circle under his eyes, making him look a little exhausted.

"Zhou Yi, long time no see."

Tulsi tilted his head and smiled, revealing a familiar cunning look, with the corners of his mouth raised, and his tone was full of his usual teasing.

"You seem to be doing well, and the identity of the gangster godfather suits you very well."

Yhou Yi - or the current Vito Antonio, raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes swept over Tulsi's slightly tired face, and he couldn't help but smiled and retorted:

"And you don't look good, Tulsi.

What have you done in the past few years, how did you get into this state?"

Tulsi shrugged, as if to cover up his embarrassment.

He stretched, his fox ears trembled slightly, and his tail swung slowly behind him:

"Ah, don't mention it, I've been overwhelmed by the tasks recently. The workload of the golden haired subordinates, tut... one person is doing the work of ten people, how can they not be so tired?"

The prime minister of the Administration was helpless, and his tone was mixed with complaints.

"Not only do I have to deal with various issues of the Honkai Administration, I am also responsible for reviewing the students of the Earthly Courtyard.

I barely managed to get the performance of the students in the first period done, but that golden retriever insisted that I go through it again to make sure there are no problems.

Do you know what is the most annoying thing?"

"Huh?" Vito raised his eyebrows, obviously curious.

Turles took a deep breath, with a hint of indignation in his voice:

"Golden retriever and that Wendetingment III made a doll elf of Little Mister, and now he has become the admissions director!

As a result, when she reviewed, half of the students I had worked so hard to select were directly rejected by her!"

He spread his hands, his tone full of helplessness.

"She is quite happy, and only half of my student list is left. Tsk, I have to pick people again to make up for it."

Vito couldn't help laughing, with a bit of watching the fun in his eyes:

"It sounds like your job is not easy."

"Easy?" Turles sat down on a stone pier beside him, his tail drooping weakly on the ground, and sighed.

"If it were easy, would I have to run around with dark circles under my eyes? I just came back from the Administration and haven't even had a chance to catch my breath."

Zhou Yi's eyes stayed on the fox boy's face, but there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to tease:

"It seems that you are really not having a good time, fox."

Turles' ears twitched slightly, and then he sat up straight from his careless posture, and quickly restrained the complaining expression on his face.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhou Yi, and his tone revealed a hint of seriousness: "

We have solved your troubles for you.

In the Edisi Federation, your family's enemies - the Tatalia family and the Barzini family - are now powerless.

The Administration has personally taken action to ensure that they will never threaten your position again. "

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, and a deep luster flashed in his eyes:

"It sounds like you have made a lot of moves. What did you do to help me clear these obstacles? "

"More than that. "

Turles continued, his tail swaying gently behind him, with a little pride in his tone.

"The Administration is also helping to clean up and whitewash your family assets.

Soon, they will be able to directly connect with the Heavenly Kingdom Collapse Administration.

From now on, your industry is not just the "black gold" of the federal gangs, but the legitimate "silver".

You should thank the Administration for paving the way for you. "

When Zhou Yi heard this, his brows slightly frowned.

He was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, with a bit of helplessness in his tone:

"From one quagmire to another bigger quagmire..."

Turles looked at him with a faint smile on his lips, as if he had expected his reaction.

"Tell me," Zhou Yi raised his eyes, his eyes sharp, "What does Abraham need me to do? Since you ran here, you won't just tell me this."

"That's right, we all like to talk about things directly."

Turles shrugged, his tail swaying slowly behind him, and his tone was slightly lowered.

"Abraham needs your strength to assist him.

He has created a task force called 'Snake Kiss', and you will work with this team to build a powerful intelligence network in the Ivy League War. "

"The intelligence network... is because of the gang's code of silence, right? "Zhou Yi's eyes slightly condensed, and his tone became calm and steady.

"That's right," Turles nodded, his expression became more serious.

"The Law of Silence in the Federation has the potential to condense the crown, and the emergence of any crowner - whether for the Federation or the Administration - cannot be ignored.

In the past, the Federation has been committed to suppressing the formation of a unified underground kingdom.

Please...collect 6...books...!

They will never allow a gangster godfather to fully master the Law of Silence and become the master of the federal underground world.

Therefore, they have adopted a long-term differentiation strategy and have been intentionally or unintentionally suppressing the integration of gangster forces. "

Turles paused, looked at Zhou Yi meaningfully, and said in a low but straightforward tone:

"Your amnesia is the result of the Federation's action. They are afraid that you will become the one who condenses the crown. "

Zhou's expression moved slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes, but he did not interrupt, just listened quietly.

"And now," Tours continued, his voice low and steady, as if with an unquestionable sense of authority.

"Whether your family is willing or not, you have been tied to the chariot of the Administration.

Your family is the glove of the Administration, and you are the spokesperson of the Administration in the gangs. "

"You should know that as the godfather of the gangs in Manhattan and parts of Brooklyn, you have mastered about four-sevenths of the information of the Code of Silence.

In this situation, how could the people of the Federation let you go?

They are watching your every move and are even highly vigilant about your expansion.

If it weren't for Abraham supporting you from behind, if it weren't for the protection of the Administration, do you think the Federation would really let your family continue to grow? "

Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He did not answer immediately, but turned his head slightly, looking at the small rain curtain in the distance, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, he slowly exhaled and whispered:

"I know what to do."

Turles showed a satisfied smile, shrugged his shoulders, and swung his tail gently, with a bit of excitement in his tone:

"Welcome to join the team again, man.

This time we did a bigger job than ever before, and the whole world is watching us.

Tara will change because of our choice. "

Zhou Yi nodded without comment, then his eyes slightly condensed, and asked in a deep voice:

"Where is Broly?"

When he mentioned another old friend in the past gang, his tone was full of expectation and concern.

"Is he also like me, setting up an intelligence network?"

Turles shook his head, his ears trembled slightly, and said with a little helplessness and joking tone:

"No, Broly is not so lucky.

The Courtyard of the Earth needs a strong guard, just like the guards of Daeva and Olitin.

And Abraham has already found a new task force - the Burner.

This task force will be the prototype of the guard, and Broly was sent to serve as the chief and commander, responsible for training this team from scratch. "

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and whispered: "Guard? It sounds like a hard-boned task."

"It is indeed a hard-boned task." Tours smiled softly and continued:

"Especially one of the special operators in it, the direct leader of this team in the future, Chen Long.

That is a girl with great potential. She is the focus of Abraham's gene plan called [Twenty-four Saints] and will be trained to be a top warrior.

Unfortunately, she had a very irritable personality and refused to obey anyone except Abraham. "

He paused for a moment, seeming to picture the image of the girl in his mind, then spread his hands and flicked his tail:

"So, Broly should be having a 'friendly communication' with her now."

"Amicable communication?" Zhou Zhou's tone was filled with doubts and ridicule.

Turs raised his wrist to check the time and said in a relaxed tone:

"Well, with Broly's power, the 'communication' should have been completed by about this time."

After saying that, there was a meaningful smile on his lips, as if he was waiting for some interesting result to arrive.

Not long after Turs finished speaking, the space pillar outside the Purgatory Gate platform suddenly changed.

Outside the Purgatory Gate platform, the light rain was still ticking, and there was a damp chill in the air.

On that space pillar, which seemed to be the same as other pillars but carried a mysterious function, a ripple-like fluctuation suddenly appeared.

The surrounding light seemed to be pulled for a moment, and then, two people walked out from the center of the fluctuation.

The first person to appear was a tall man, wearing a pure white robe, the fabric was smooth and flawless, and the edges were embroidered with fine golden lines.

The man's face has sharp edges and corners, and his expression is solemn and majestic, like a pilgrim walking down a religious mural, with a solemnity and indifference that makes people dare not look directly.

He walked forward without looking back, his steps firm and steady, and every step seemed to have some unshakable belief.

Behind him, a slightly thin girl followed closely.

She wore a hooded cloak on her head, and the edge of the hood was wet by the rain, revealing a pair of conspicuous dragon horns under the hood, which glowed faintly.

Some red and swollen marks can be seen on the girl's skin, obviously she has experienced some kind of fierce confrontation not long ago, and her face is full of anger and dissatisfaction at the moment.

She stared at the man in front of her with bared teeth, and there seemed to be an unquenched anger in her eyes.

However, when the man lowered his head and glanced at her coldly, her momentum instantly collapsed. She gritted her teeth and lowered her head, showing a look of resignation.

The two of them walked into the rain like this, the man's rock-like solemnity forming a sharp contrast with the girl's unruly attitude.

Their arrival made everything near the platform seem to be quiet for a moment, and the aura of the strong could not be ignored.

These two people are none other than Valdarson Broly and Chenlong Evely Carlos.

Turs stood aside, his eyes lightly swept over the two people, a knowing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he whispered to Zhou Zhou:

"Look, Broly has finished his 'communication'. It seems he is quite popular with children."

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