Meck sniffed, with no expression on his face.
"Oh, that means we have to follow your orders, 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 understood Maker'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 football, 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 beat seven or eight useless people in the military camp.
"Boss!"
"Okay, Sebby."
Meck turned his head and looked at Alec.
"Shall we make a bet?"
Yarrick 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, and the strong man before had already held the ball and flew through the crowd.
Yarrick never thought he could run so fast.
"Red team, score one point."
"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. Meike'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 might be some kind of biologically modified organ inside, or it might 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 was talking about 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, the guy had flown to the subcontinent.
It was in this way that the command fell on Yarrick'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 game.
"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 it 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 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 and 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 Yarick quickly recognized him. He was the boss of the Dingo Gang - a group of guys famous for smuggling illegal electronic equipment.
"This is what I introduced, Commissar 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 eleven occasions."
Alec just shrugged.
"I don't think this should be new to you."
At this time, Meck brought another cup.
"have a drink?"
"Oh, okay."
Moise sat down 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 betting?"
"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 wins."
Yarrick turned his attention to Meck.
"I didn't know you called other friends."
"Of course, I actually just remembered it. After all, Moise is also involved in this matter, 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."
Alec immediately corrected himself.
Moise touched his stubble-covered chin and looked at Yarrick carefully again.
"I heard that the greenskins who came this time are very fierce. Many people died in the Ashes Plains, and even that shit governor ran away. Even if we are all involved, can we hold on?"
"It's not too late to work hard."
"That's not what a confident commander would say."
"be honest."
"To be honest, I don't like greenskins either. Although I have never seen them, I remember my mother saying when I was a child that aliens are the only thing in the world worse than my alcoholic dad...one-eyed, And 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 Yaric'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 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 names behind them, the two gang bosses seemed a little uncomfortable.
Yarick saw 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.
"In order 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 fighting against the greenskins, and we will have to leave each other's backs behind, 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 everyone is 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."
"No problem, I'll take care of it."
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