Old Joe and his war boys were naked, their guns were thrown to the ground, and everyone was shocked. The unscrupulous man who had been trying to drill into it just now even stopped to hear what he had to say. This is how the ordinary human named "Immortal Old Joe" survives in this wasteland.

After standing for a long time, Old Joe silently stepped down from the podium made of money, and slowly put on his clothes and pinned his gun. By the time he walked back to the podium, his men had all rearmed.

Old Joe, who walked back to the podium, looked at all the people who were waiting for him to speak next, and slowly bent down.

"Thank you for your trust in me, then, there is only one answer!"

It turned out that he had just bent down to pick up a thick wad of money

"These are my family possessions, and now, for the sake of our city, I don't need them!"

Thrown outwards vigorously, the banknotes fell into the crowd like a heavenly maiden's scattered flowers, triggering a robbery just like on the street, the crowd fought for a banknote, and even began to bleed, some people were knocked down, some people were trampled to death.

In this noisy noise, there was old Joe's hoarse shouting and laughter.

"Go ahead! Catch him, he has yellow hair and blue eyes, tattered overalls and blue-gray skin, you won't miss him, go ahead! Just bring it to me alive, these! Old Joe exaggeratedly pointed to the mountain of banknotes under him, "It's all yours!" Half of it can be dead! Go ahead! For our city, for the immortal old Joe! ”

"For the sake of not dying old Joe!!" ””

Led by the War Kids, the crowd let out an earth-shattering roar that seemed to shake the city, and then, like bloodthirsty beasts, rushed out of the square and into all corners of the city.

The crowd dispersed, leaving behind the wicked who had just rushed in and tried to plot evil, and those who had been killed and wounded during the scramble. In this city, most people think that sympathy and pity are cruelty and betrayal to themselves, and no one cares about them. After all, if he helped them, it would be so late for a while, what if the man that Old Joe said ran away? What's even more terrifying is what to do if someone else catches you? Therefore, in this clever game of grabbing seats, these people can only be regarded as worthless victims.

This kind of speech was very costly, and Old Joe's already not strong body instantly collapsed, and with the support of Andre, he barely walked down the steps listed in cash.

From above, Lao Qiao didn't make any moves, just silently watched the war boys shoot the wounded who were still struggling on the ground one by one, until the last one was still struggling. Old Joe patted Andre's thigh next to him, and the latter squatted down very cooperatively, listening to the boss's orders.

"If someone comes to collect money, I don't care who they are, I send the person or "thing" he brought to the living room, and take the person who delivered the thing to a place where no one can see it! ”

"But, Boss——?"

"No, but! A bunch of waste and garbage, sewer dwellers still want to share my money, dream! ”

With that, Old Joe returned to the castle on his own, where he was going to prepare a generous gift to the captured Sigmar royal family - a teleportation scroll that led directly to the Sigmar royal court.

It was a nine-ring spell scroll, a "gift" that the warlord of the separatist side, Vedznan, had chosen for himself. In order to be able to enter his seemingly never-ending research with peace of mind, Verznan had to stabilize other forces, except for Old Joe, Karn, the "betrayer" of the Brass Throne, also received one such scroll.

The peculiarity of this scroll is that it is not a one-time thing, as long as it is not burned, the scroll can be teleported at any location on the continent at random every once in a while. This is also the secret of Old Joe, who has never set foot in the ruins, but also trades with various kingdoms for the fugitives he captured.

Back in the drawing-room, "the Prophet was still huddled in the couch in a daze, as if he was about to fall asleep. "Fighting Dog" Chag was still immersed in the textbook inflammatory and fraudulent speech of his boss. In his heart, Old Joe's figure grew taller and taller, reaching a height that he would never be able to reach.

When he saw Old Joe enter the house, he immediately bowed deeply in a posture that was more humble than usual, to show his reverence.

Old Joe didn't care about that, he had more important things for Chag to do.

He went straight to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of white wine that was already blurred by the age, poured out three glasses, handed one to Chague, and placed the other on the table in front of his brother.

"Chag, now you have one of your most important tasks, whether mine, or our cause, can succeed, maybe it's up to you."

"What's the matter, boss, I'll do my best!" Chag hurriedly saluted again, but the wine in his hand was almost spilled, and he hurriedly held on, and the whole person seemed to fall into a feeling of being flattered and fluttering.

Chag was a very ambitious man, and he was keenly aware that Old Joe had just sensitively changed "I" to "we", which was rarely seen when he spoke to these men. All this shows that he, a wasteland nomad who only joined ten years ago, also has the opportunity to become the true core and cronies of Old Joe, and follow him to complete the great cause. Or simply kill the old man in front of him, directly-

"Go to Karn's Brass Throne and meet him. If you want to see Karn directly, just say that he has to do me a favor, or I will open the portal from Alpharis to the Brass Throne before I die, and ask him to send those warlord leaders immediately or in person, I can't deal with that monster of the Sigmar Royalty!" ”

After speaking, he took the wine in his hand and drank it down, Old Qiao turned his head and glanced contemptuously at Celia, who was starting to sit unsteadily on the ground because she had not drunk water or eaten for a day, her dim eyes blinked a few times, and she still walked out of the room, but when she opened the door, she still gave a word to her younger brother who seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, or rather, it should be more like a helpless complaint.

"You take a good look at her, you are willing to give her whatever you want to eat and drink!"

The heavy door closed with a bang, and the two people in the room had a sharp contrast, Chag, who was originally cheering and extremely excited in his heart, suddenly sat down on the ground without grace, and the purple trench coat that had been kept flat and clean also sat under his ass wrinkledly, and his whole sinister face was full of despair at this time.

He was a vagrant who had escaped from the Brass Throne, he knew very well what the place was, Old Joe and Karn were still enemies, and he went directly to Karn's killing god and told Old Joe what he told him full of threats, then there was only one ending - whether Karn would help in the future or not, he would definitely die!

In other words, he is actually the same as the dead Ford, as well as the undead city citizens who have just been deceived, from the beginning, Lao Qiao did not regard him as his "own person", he is the same as others, just a "weapon", but he will make his own moves!

Chag's face was cloudy, and on the other side, the "prophet" suddenly jumped up from the sofa, took a few brioche bread and his own glass of wine from the table, and fed her while comforting the crying Celia, his face was full of tenderness and distress, and there was nothing in common with the previous image of being so cold and mean to everyone.

"How.. How can it be! I've done my best! ”

"Come on, be good, don't cry, eat this. Take a bite, it's okay, baby, you'll be fine, don't cry..."

A storm is brewing from within...