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The door of the bar was suddenly violently broken open, and a team of guards with live ammunition entered one after another and immediately spread out from both sides. The shaky gun pointed at the two groups of people in the bar, forcibly separated them. Then a man wearing a dress, with a yellow face, a delicate beard and a white glove walked in with his hands behind his back. He looked around and said in a deep voice: "What's going on."

"Mr. Smith, it's obvious that the fat Luson is causing trouble." Lucy blinked and then whispered in Allen's ear: "This is Smith, the security supervisor of the building, a man with serious cleanliness. A fat and stupid guy like Luson is the type he hates the most."

Allen said "Oh" and watched it change.

Smith looked at them both, and his eyes first fell on the blonde girl and said, "Miss Lucy, have we met a little more recently?"

Then it fell on Allen and nodded, "Mr. Allen, you go first, I will deal with it here."

Allen was a little surprised. They believed Lucy's words without asking. Lucy pulled his sleeves and the two hurriedly left the bar. Lucy's screams like a pig-killing sounded in the bar. Lucy's green eyes almost narrowed into a pair of crescent moons, full of smiles.

"They trust you very much," Allen said.

Lucy laughed and slapped Allen on the back and said, "Don't be stupid, all corners of this building are under their surveillance. Do you think they wouldn't know Luson's trick?"

"If so, why..." Allen frowned, thinking that Smith and others were deliberately letting such things happen.

"You are too naive. Smith and others are very clear about what is happening in the building. They don't care about the competition or even friction between players, as long as they don't have their lives. On the contrary, they will record our performances as a basis for some reference."

Alan remembered at this time that when he finished his reaction training, there were indeed a few people outside the training area using their smart brain to record something.

"Hey, don't worry about that fat pig." Lucy hit him and said, "You owe me a favor. How about it? Let's consider being my subordinate."

Allen was a child after all, and said with a strong sturdy voice: "Even if you don't show up, I can handle that guy. As for subordinates or something..."

Looking at his smile, Lucy stepped down with her expression: "Don't, you're the answer again."

"I said, I don't like being someone's subordinates. But we can be friends... My name is Allen."

Seeing Alan reaching out his hand, Lucy sighed and said, "Okay, friends are friends."

"Lucy!" The girl held Allen with one hand and reported her name. Her eyes fell on Allen's injured arm. She untied the ribbon with her ponytail. When the blonde hair loosened and fell down, it was like a golden wave rolling by. In that moment, it was like the sun rising, and the light carried by the girl was so brilliant that it was endless.

For a moment, Allen was stunned.

He didn't come back to his senses until his hand was wrapped around the ribbon. Lucy tied a cute bow on his arm, then waved his hand and said, "I'm leaving, remember to wash it clean and return it to me. Friend."

"Where can I find you?"

"Here, or go to the 17th floor to find me." Leave Alan a sunny smile, and the girl gradually walked away.

The sunlight penetrated my heart, as if the cold and darkness deep in my heart also dispelled a lot of this light.

In the bar, Luson and several teenagers were taken away. Kud, who was seriously injured, was taken directly to treat. Smith was standing in a corner of the bar, on the floor under his feet, with a few drops of blood bright red. Smith squatted down and slipped a test tube out of his sleeve. He pulled out a handkerchief from his shirt and rubbed it on the floor, and then stuffed the blood-stained handkerchief into the test tube.

With a shake of his hand, the test tube slid back into his sleeve. The security supervisor stood up as if nothing had happened and left quietly.

After returning to his office, Smith called a confidant, took out the test tube, gently placed it on the table and said, "Go and hand it over to Mr. Helsing, the butler of Bethcod, and tell him that this is what he needs."

My confidant nodded, put the test tube into his pocket, and left quietly.

That night, Smith's confidant walked into a hotel, opened a room, and then put the test tube into the private confidential box in the room. After doing all this, he left immediately. Ten minutes later, the room was opened. A man wearing a felt hat and a long black suit walked in. He seemed to know the password of the safe in the morning, and quickly opened it, took out the test tube inside and put it into a suitcase.

He came to the lobby with the box, handed it to the lobby manager, lowered his voice and said, "Immediately use the samples inside to send them for a genetic comparison. The target of the comparison is Mr. Horn."

"I understand, sir." The manager nodded.

The night is very deep. Looking up on the floating island, the moon hanging in the sky looks much larger. On Babylon, you can even see the magnificent mountains on the moon. The moonlight is cast on this floating island, but it is dispersed by other colors of light. The lights in the Babylonian city are brightly lit, and there are singing and laughing everywhere. The floating island is always so lively and prosperous, and the dilapidated and lonely surface is like two worlds.

When the man in black came out of the quiet street where the hotel was located, he ran into two drunk men. The man in black stepped aside cautiously, and the two men raised the wine bottle to him and said, "Come on, sir?"

"No, thank you." The man in black turned around and left, and the noise of two drunkards still sounded behind him. He himself quickly integrated into the bustling streets of people. In the distance, there was an exciting "Song of the Great Times" in which tavern sounded. Many people sang together with the song, but no one knew that in this seemingly ordinary night, another low melody was quietly inserted into the song of fate in the world.

Just as Smith received a series of secret remittances of long numbers for his account, Allen opened one of the books that Hutton gave him in his bedroom. The pages of the book "Biography of Famous Generals" were yellowed and the paper was even more worn, and it seemed that Hutton had turned it over many times.

Open the cover and there is only one sentence on the door: The result is always more important than the process, and victory is always more brilliant than failure. As long as you win, who cares whether you use disgraceful means in the process. What’s important is that you can survive and live to the end!

This book almost contains the great battles experienced by famous generals of all dynasties that have been recorded in history since the founding of the Earth Federation. It is precisely with the accumulation of these battles that human beings are now living. Only a few of the battles recorded in the book have occurred on the earth, while the others have taken place in expeditions in the foreign land. The generals who presided over these battles are wise, wise, brave, and brave. There are also many people who are both wise and brave.

But no matter which type of famous generals, their battle can basically be summarized into four words: never get tired of deceitful soldiers.

As one of the generals said: "A smart general will do everything possible to launch an attack from the rear or flank of the enemy. As for those who are yelling to fight to the death from the front, there are only two types of people. One is a person with absolute advantage and intends to add another military medal to himself. The other is a arrogant and ignorant fool. The former has obvious advantages and pretends to be generous. The latter is foolish. Such people have long been crushed to ashes under the wheels of the times!"

It has to be said that some of the battles in the book are extremely conspiring and tricks, which makes Alan feel a little cold on his back. At the end of some of the battles, there are also Hütton's annotations, which point directly to the lower limit of despicableness. At the end of the book, the words of Osarite, a famous general of the Federation, are concluded.

Perhaps, some of our actions will leave behind the infamous reputation in future generations. But those who curse us, please don’t forget that without all of what we have done, maybe you will not even have the chance to curse us. War has never been the name of justice!

Looking at this sentence, Allen's little heart was shocked again.

When he closed the book, Tonysff came. The text was first released. Allen came to the hall and saw the lieutenant commanding several soldiers to move boxes of things in. Allen walked over and looked at the box and said, "What are these?"

"These are good things." Tonysff happily opened the seal of one of the boxes, and then opened the boxes. There were two neatly arranged rows of fruits. They were red and plain, with water droplets flowing on the surface of the fruit leaves, just like they had just been picked from a tree.

Allen's eyes lit up and hesitated, "Is this... an apple?"

On the surface, although the environment began to recover, there was still some time before the planting of vegetables and fruits. Allen once ate an apple, which was a smuggled product that Lanny bought from a black merchant. He still remembered the fruit that looked like there was no water, but there was still a bit of sweet and sour when he bit it, which was a delicacy he would still reminisce about in a few years.

Now that I saw so many things at once, Allen couldn't react. But after looking closely, these fruits seemed to be a little different from apples. Their skin leaves were thinner, as if you could see the bright and lusty pulp inside.

"This is not an apple." Tonysff then took one out of the box and stuffed it to Allen: "Try it, they are absolutely delicious."

Alan took a bite, and when the peel and the flesh entered their mouths, they almost melted into the mouth, turning into a clear and sweet pulp, which flowed into Allen's body along the esophagus. Alan suddenly felt that the source power in his body actually trembled slightly, and it seemed that they had some resonance with the strange fruit.

"Hmph, Fire Berry. Tonysff, when did you become so generous?" Houtun, who was lying on the table, suddenly said.

Tonysff's face, which was painted with charming eyeshadow, seemed to glow, and said with a smile: "Because these are the rewards of my Allen baby!"
Chapter completed!