The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Meke sniffed, no expression on his face.

　　 "Oh, that means we must follow your instructions, right?"

　　Aric can understand the other party’s concerns. These people lick blood all the year round. Conspiracy and betrayal are even more commonplace. For them, controlling power is everything.

　　 He imagined how he would feel if he was forced to hand over the army to other people to command, so he could understand Meck's anxiety.

　　 The two sat under the pergola with their feet up, enjoying this extremely long afternoon.

　　 Not far away, some gang backbones are playing a popular game called Blood Bowl Rugby, a means of wasting time.

　　 Suddenly, a brawny, shirtless man ran up the dirt slope. The vigorous exercise made his face flushed and he was sweating profusely.

Then he saluted the two people who leaned lazily on the recliner. Arek judged from the calloused hands and scars on his body. He was a well-tested thug, even with his bare hands. Seven or eight waste materials hit the barracks.

　　 "Boss!"

　　 "Okay, Saby."

　　Mek turned his head and looked at Yarek.

　　 "Shall we bet a game?"

　　Arik glanced at the football. It was damaged and not very complete.

　　 "I bet on the red team."

　　 Yarik said with a smile, the red team is the team with the strong men in front of them.

　　 The brawny man immediately turned and returned to the hot sand in front of him, panting heavily, and bent down to look at the football on the ground.

　　 With a whistle, the strong men slammed together and pushed each other, while the previous strong man was already holding the ball and flying through the crowd.

　　Arik never thought he could run so fast.

　　 "Red team, get one point."

　　 "Let's have a drink, Saby."

　　Mek waved his hand, and the brawny man ran to the side excitedly and took himself a glass of cold wine.

After 　　, the boss of Blood Hook helped **** out some powder from the golden box again, leaned back on the chair, and sighed.

　　 "Man, how sure are you that you can hold the city."

Yarek turned his head and looked at it up close. Meck’s face was like a monkey, brain gate, wide lips, flat nose, high dark forehead, and long black hair made of braids hanging down like a waterfall. Back, and the lumps embedded with fragments on his throat and chest are hard to ignore. Those warty tissues are very special and look like they have a goiter.

　　 There may be some kind of biological transformation of the organ, or it may be the consequence of Meike's perennial use of drugs.

　　 "To be honest, 10% of it is very hanging."

　　 "Then why don't you run? Just like that Lieutenant General Ralph."

The Lieutenant General Ralph that Meck said was actually the actual commander of Hades Nest, but after the news of the fiasco in the Ash Plains came, this guy fled the city privately on the grounds of physical discomfort, and waited for Ya When Rick went to find him, this guy had already flown to the subcontinent.

　　 It is precisely this way that the command power falls on Yarek's shoulders.

　　 After a short break, another round began, and the red team won.

　　 "Red team, get one point."

　　 But now the focus of the two is no longer in the game.

　　 "This is my duty. Since I put on the uniform of the political commissar, my life can only be used to fight against the enemies of the empire and protect the people of the emperor."

　　 "Is that uniform comfortable to wear?"

　　 "It's uncomfortable, it's heavy, but it doesn't block the wind, and it's easy to **** bullets on the battlefield."

　　 "But you still wear it all day."

　　 "Responsibility."

　　Meke shook his head and sighed:

　　 "It's still incomprehensible, we really belong to two worlds."

　　 "Then what is your answer?"

"I think."

　　 Suddenly, a voice rang behind them.

　　 "You have too much idle time on hand."

　　 Yarui just turned his head, and Meck jumped up from his recliner, and a man wearing a moxi dry head and wearing a thorny leather jacket smiled and stood in the shadow of the pergola.

　　 "Moiz, you old bastard!"

　　Mek stepped forward and hugged the man.

　　 "Why are you late today?"

　　 "Something happened on the road, Green Skin is coming, and the whole nest is panicking."

　　 The man named Moiz replied with a smile, and Yarek quickly recognized him, the boss of the wild dog gang-this is a group of guys famous for smuggling illegal electronic equipment.

　　 "This is what I introduced, Political Commissar Yarek."

　　Mek pointed to the political commissar who had just stood up and said.

　　 "Of course, I've heard of a political commissar who smashed in eleven."

　　Arik just shrugged.

　　 "I think this shouldn't be new to you."

　　 At this time, Meck brought another cup.

"have a drink?"

　　 "Oh, good."

　　 Moise sat down on the chair, his armor was covered with dust, and then he tore off his cloak and weapon belt.

　　 "There is a game here, is there a gambling game?"

"of course."

　　 "Did you bet money?"

　　 "We have money and wine."

　　Mek said, pouring a glass for his old friend, and a big smile appeared on Moiz's face.

　　 "Who is winning now?"

"I."

　　Arik was a little puzzled, but his face remained calm.

　　 Moise took out his wallet happily.

　　 "One hundred dollars, bet on the blue team to win."

　　Arik turned his gaze to Meck.

　　 "I didn't know you called other friends."

　　 "Of course, I just remembered it too, after all, this matter... Moise also has a share, isn't it?"

　　 Hearing his name, the boss of the wild dog gang looked away from the game.

　　 "One-eyed, what did you chat with Arek's political commissar?"

　　 "Greenskin is coming, and the political commissar Yarek hopes that we will accept his command and help him keep the nest capital."

　　 "It's also to help yourself."

　　Yarek corrected immediately.

　　 Moiz touched his stubble chin, and looked at Arek again.

　　 "I heard that the green skin who came this time was very fierce. Many people died in the Ash Plains, and even the governor of **** ran away. Even if we are all on, can we hold it?"

　　 "It's not too late to work hard."

　　 "This is not like what a confident commander should say."

"be honest."

"To be honest, I don't like green skins either. Although I haven't seen them, I remember my mom said when I was a kid that Alien is the only thing in the world that is worse than my alcoholic dad... One-eyed, What about you?"

　　 "Me? I had a dream last night."

　　Meke said with a smile:

"I dreamed that green leather broke into my doghouse. Although it was dirty, rotten, and annoying, I didn’t want to leave it all the time, but that’s my home, no matter how worthless it is, it’s not that garbage can be presumptuous Place, so I **** them hard."

　　 After finishing speaking, the boss of the Blood Hook Gang looked at Yarek.

　　 "Commissar, I think you are satisfied with this answer?"

　　 A sincere smile appeared on Yarek's face.

"of course."

　　 At the last minute, the red team still won the game, Moiz lost his 100 yuan, and Yarek gave the money to the two teams to buy wine.

　　 "But to win this war, it's not enough to have someone alone."

　　 After completing the first goal, Yarek immediately moved towards the second goal, and the two gang bosses showed some confusion.

　　 "What's worse for you?"

　　 "In the best case, we can slow down the greenskin's offensive steps into wars of attrition and siege until reinforcements arrive, but all this requires a foundation."

　　 Meke thought for a few seconds, and suddenly realized.

　　 "Food."

　　 "Yes, Hades basically produces no food. Most of the time, it relies on imports. The only food processing plant is controlled by Sir Florent Webb."

　　 Hearing the name behind, the two gang bosses looked a little uncomfortable.

　　Arik saw it at a glance, he smiled, and put his hands on the shoulders of the two bosses.

　　 "I know... Sir Webb is your behind-the-scenes boss~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Your smuggling business actually works for him."

　　 Moiz sighed slightly.

　　 "To do this kind of business, besides being the white gloves of those people, what else can we do."

　　 "Then maybe your chance is here—"

　　Arik lowered his voice.

"Tomorrow morning, I will go to Sir Webb’s mansion to discuss food and supplies with him. If he is acquainted, that’s all, if he’s not acquainted...two, I hope you guys can help. busy."

　　 The two were taken aback for a moment, and then Meck stared at Yarek with a sly smile on his face.

　　 "Aren't you afraid that we will inform you?"

　　 "In the future, we will all be comrades-in-arms who will fight with Greenskins, and we will hand over our backs to each other, so I don't doubt."

　　 Make and Moise looked at each other, then nodded at the same time.

　　 "Then it's up to you, Political Commissar Yarik."

"Okay, that's it for today. You two will also contact the remaining gangs later. The conditions I have issued are still the same. Now everyone is on the same boat... By the way, Moiz Sir, you seem to have some connections with the Plumbers Association. I hope they can also join the defense. I will talk to their leaders when I have time."

　　 "No problem, wrap it on me."