"Oh, that means we have to obey your command, right?"
Yarick can understand the other party's worries. These people are always bleeding, and conspiracy and betrayal are commonplace. For them, controlling power is everything.
He imagined how he would feel if he was forced to leave the army to someone else, so he could understand Meck's anxiety.
The two of them sat under the pergola with their feet raised high, enjoying this extremely long afternoon.
Not far away, some gang members were playing a popular game called Blood Bowl, a way to waste time.
Suddenly, a shirtless strong man ran up the slope. The strenuous exercise made his face red and sweating profusely.
Then he saluted the two people who were lazily reclining on the recliner. Yarrick judged from the calloused hands and scars on the other person's body that he was a experienced fighter who could fight even with bare hands.
We captured seven or eight scraps in the military camp.
"Boss!"
"Okay, Sebby."
Meck turned his head and looked at Alex.
"Shall we make a bet?"
Alex took a look at the football. It had some damage and was not completely intact.
"I bet on the red team."
Yarrick said with a smile, the red team was the team of the strong men in front of him.
The strong man immediately turned back to the hot sand in front, panting heavily, and bent down to look at the football on the ground.
As the whistle blew, the strong men slammed together and pushed each other. The strong man before had already held the ball and flew through the crowd.
Alex never thought he could run so fast.
"Red team, score one point."
"Let's go have a drink, Sebby."
Meck waved his hand, and the strong man ran to the side excitedly and got himself a glass of cold wine.
After that, the boss of the Blood Hook Gang took out some more powder from the golden box and sucked it on, then leaned back in his chair and sighed.
"Brother, how sure are you that you can defend the city?"
Alex turned his head and looked closely. Meck's face looked like a monkey, with a large forehead, wide lips, a flat nose, a high dark forehead, and long black hair braided down like a waterfall.
His back, and the lumps embedded with fragments on his throat and chest were hard to ignore. Those wart-like tissues were very special and looked like he had a goiter.
There may be some kind of biologically modified organ inside, or it may be the result of Meck's long-term use of drugs.
"Honestly, it's a bit of a stretch."
"Then why don't you run? Just like that Lieutenant General Ralph."
The Lieutenant General Ralph that Meck mentioned was actually the actual commander of the Hades Hive. However, after the news of the fiasco in the Ashes 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 was precisely in this way that the command fell on Alex's shoulders.
After a short break, another game started, and the red team won again.
"Red team, score one point."
But now their focus is no longer on the competition.
"This is my duty. Once I put on that political commissar uniform, my life can only be used to fight against the enemies of the empire and protect the people of the emperor."
"Does that uniform feel comfortable?"
"It's uncomfortable and heavy, but it doesn't block the wind and can easily absorb bullets on the battlefield."
"But you still wear it all day."
"Duty."
Meck shook his head and sighed:
"I still can't understand it. We are indeed people from two different worlds."
"So what's your answer?"
"I think."
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind them.
"You have too much free time on your hands."
As soon as Ari turned his head, Meike jumped up from his lounge chair. A man with a mohawk and a spiked leather jacket stood in the shadow of the pergola with a smile.
"Moise, you old bastard!"
Meck stepped forward and hugged the man.
"Why are you late today?"
"Something happened on the road, the greenskins are coming, and the whole hive is in panic."
The man named Moise answered with a smile, and Alex quickly recognized him as the leader of the Dingo Gang—a group of guys famous for smuggling illegal electronic equipment.
"This is the political commissar I introduced you to, Yarick."
Meck pointed at the political commissar who had just stood up.
"Of course, I've heard of a political commissar who was killed on October 1."
Alex just shrugged.
"I don't think this should be new news to you."
At this time, Meck brought over another cup.
"have a drink?"
"Oh, okay."
Moise sat on the chair, his armor covered in dust, and then pulled off his cloak and weapon belt.
"There is a game here, is there any gambling?"
"certainly."
"Did you deposit money?"
"There's money and there's wine."
Meck said, pouring a drink for his old friend, and a big smile appeared on Moise's face.
"Who wins now?"
"I."
Alex was a little confused, but his face remained calm.
Moise readily took out his wallet.
"One hundred dollars, bet the blue team will win."
Alex turned his attention to Meike.
"I didn't know you called other friends."
"Of course, I just remembered it. After all, Moise is also involved in this, isn't he?"
Hearing his name, the leader of the Wild Dog Gang took his eyes away from the game.
"One Eye, what did you talk about with Commissar Yarick?"
"The greenskins are coming, and Commissar Yarick wants us to accept his command and help him defend the hive."
"It's also to help yourselves."
Alex immediately corrected himself.
Moise touched his stubble-covered chin and looked at Alec carefully again.
"I heard that the greenskins who came this time were very fierce. Many people died in the Plains of Ashes, and even that piece of shit Governor ran away. Even if we are all involved, can we hold on?"
"It's not too late to work hard now."
"This is not what a confident commander would say."
"be honest."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "To be honest, I don't like greenskins either. Although I have never seen them, I remember my mother said when I was a child, aliens are the only ones in the world who drink more than me.
Dad's worse things...One-eyed, what about you?"
"Me? I had a dream last night."
Meck said with a smile:
"I dreamed that green skin broke into my kennel. Although it was dirty, rotten, and disgusting, I didn't want to leave it all the time, but it was my home. No matter how worthless it was, it was not the place where these rubbish could run wild.
place, so I fucked them hard."
After saying that, the leader of the Bloodhook Gang looked at Alec.
"Political Commissar, I think you are satisfied with this answer?"
A sincere smile appeared on Alex's face.
"certainly."
At the last minute, the red team still won the game, Moise lost his 100 yuan, and Yaric used the money to buy drinks for both teams.
"But to win this war, it takes more than just people."
After completing the first goal, Yarick immediately moved towards the second goal, while the two gang bosses showed some confusion.
"What else do you need?"
"In the best case, we can slow down the greenskin's offensive steps and turn it into a war of attrition and siege until reinforcements arrive, but all this requires a foundation."
Meck thought for a few seconds and suddenly realized something.
"food."
"Yes, Hades basically does not produce food. Most of the time, it relies on imports. The only food processing plants are controlled by Sir Florent Webb."
Hearing the last names, the two gang bosses seemed a little uncomfortable.
Alex could see it at a glance. He smiled and put his hands on the shoulders of the two bosses.
"I know...Sir Webb is your boss behind the scenes, and you actually work for him in your smuggling business."
Moise sighed softly.
"To do this kind of business, what else can we do except be those people's white gloves?"
"Then maybe your chance has come -"
Alex lowered his voice.
"Tomorrow morning, I will go to Sir Webb's mansion to discuss the issue of food and supplies with him. If he is sensible, that will be fine. If he is not sensible... You two, I hope you can help me.
busy."
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then Meike stared at Alec with a sly smile on his face.
"Aren't you afraid of us snitching?"
"In the future, we will all be comrades-in-arms who will risk our lives with the greenskins, and we will all have to leave our backs to each other, so I don't doubt it."
Meike and Moise looked at each other, then nodded at the same time.
"Then it's up to you, Commissar Yarick."
"Okay, that's it for today. You two will also contact the remaining gangs later. The conditions I offered are still the same. Now we are all in the same boat... By the way, Moise
Sir, you seem to have some relationship with the Plumbers Association. I hope they can also join the defense. I will talk to their leader when I have time."