In the Immortal City, Old Joe's convoy is full of cash and shuttles through the city, and the leader of the War Boys stands on the roof of a truck, carrying a bag of money and swaying it on the road.

"Listen up! Half an hour, in the downtown square! Great Leaders and Fathers have a glorious mission for you! ”

Pointing to the convoy with billions of banknotes behind him, the "giant" Andrei shouted loudly, "The one who completed the mission, these belong to him!" ”

The motorcade roared past, and the machine guns erected on the roof of the cars kept the ill-intentioned people hiding in the dark alleys from showing their faces, and when the motorcade passed, people in tattered clothes began to loot the money scattered on the ground. And more is looking at this farce coldly, thinking in his heart whether to go to the square to see the so-called "mission". After all, the amount of cash is too large. For anyone, especially those who don't have food and clothing in the ruins, the temptation is strong enough.

When Old Joe finally stepped onto the podium at the front of the square, which was made entirely of cash, there were five hundred armed war boys standing beside him, because there were so many of them.

Hundreds of thousands of dirty, chaotic, and hungry undead citizens crowded the square, and Old Joe's two remaining war boy leaders, "Giant" Andre and "Rock Sheep" Larry, who was in charge of logistics, both stood tightly under Old Joe's podium with heavy machine guns. The guns in his hands didn't seem to have time to cool, spewing deadly tongues of fire that smashed every outlaw who had rushed through the encirclement of the War Kid's body, whether by magic, vehicles, or simply on a rampage.

The crowd was so boisterous, they were suspicious, excited, chattering, and the sound was earth-shattering. Let all the war boys who love the noise and roar of the battlefield the most feel a dull pain in their eardrums. People are talking about the mountains that are all at hand, and that the money that anyone gets a tenth of is enough to feed and clothe themselves and their families for many generations.

"Ahem! Be quiet," said Old Joe, as he began his speech, and everyone fell silent. This is the experience that the people of the Immortal City have paid for with their blood. Immortal Old Joe can tolerate them talking about everything in private, and can ensure that they will not be punished for doing many evil things that violate morality and the laws common to all empires. But there is one thing, Lao Qiao is a ruler, he does not allow anyone to openly contradict him, as long as he appears, he will definitely be wiped out, countless citizens are like this, even the Bitter Spring Brotherhood, which was so powerful back then.

Looking at the completely quiet crowd with satisfaction, Old Joe was satisfied and pulled over the huge megaphone hanging on Andre's body. As an ordinary person, Lao Qiao's voice is very loud, but in the face of such a huge number of people, no one can let everyone hear his words clearly by his voice alone.

"My friends, we've been living here together for a long time. We've always gotten along well, you've given me a foothold in this land, and together we've driven the Brotherhood minions out of this paradise that belongs to us! ”

"Now, however, we face another challenge. As you know, I have been working to drive out the spies sent by the various empires that are among us, who are doing everything in their power to destroy the last gardens of those of us who have been abandoned by their world! ”

The emotions of the crowd were completely aroused, after all, this is a ruin, most of the so-called vagrants have been persecuted or committed major crimes before moving their families to escape the pursuit of their original empire, for each empire can be said to have some people have some hatred to the bone. Even if they didn't like Old Joe, the empires that had forced them to flee thousands of miles were the things they wanted to destroy the most.

"Just a few months ago, there was a spy from the Sigmar Empire who we knew well had infiltrated, he was cunning, he was lurking in the slums outside the city. I didn't notice that suddenly, maybe the time was finally ripe, maybe he finally couldn't hold back his desire to make meritorious contributions, and he suddenly started to act recently! ”

Old Joe raised his hands, he looked so angry and remorseful, like a good leader who was bent on worrying about the city.

"He intercepted and killed my patrol brigade of war boys in the suburbs to protect the scavengers who gathered resources, and my loyal war boy "Dead Deer" Kaba was burned alive by him! ”

"Is he just going to give up, of course it can't be! Just yesterday, I found my friend in the suburbs, a good friend of all of us. That good old man "Dead Eye" Ford, he died, his body was scattered in the desert, and I could only bury him in grief, only to find that he was holding tightly in his hand a Sigmar royal insignia that had been dragged from that villain's body! ”

Old Joe didn't have a hand holding a megaphone, and held up a golden badge aloft, which was actually a handicraft he had stolen from Rhodok, but no one knew him anyway, and he didn't care about framing such a thing.

"Then, before I could recover from the pain of losing my best friend, an even greater tragedy struck, and the foundation of our city's existence, and all my financial resources, my, our "bullet farm", which burned down completely just a few hours ago. My trusty "zombie" Sean took my nine hundred war boys to protect the workers until the last moment! ”

Large tears flowed from Old Joe's grey eyes onto his respirator, eventually wetting the ground, which was the conspirator's forte.

"Those are everyone's children, from the day they entrusted it to me, they already knew that one day they would fight to the death to protect this city, and they were good. I'm sorry everyone, all we can see now is the billowing smoke from the bullet farm, our loved ones, the 100,000 workers may have been poisoned, most of them are still working, disaster strikes, they have no way to resist! ”

The crowd began to get angry, and waves of voices were raised, questioning the whereabouts of the murderer.

Under the respirator, Lao Qiao's hideous smile opened up that no one could see, no matter what time it was, the guy who couldn't even eat enough was really easy to deceive.

"That executioner's ultimate goal is here! He's a Sigmar royalty, just look at those blond hair and blue eyes! You all know these empires, how could they want to exist as free people like us who don't give them their lives! ”

"So, my friends, we must protect ourselves! Of course, I can let it go, and if you think his target is me and my men, then we can give up resistance! ”

As he spoke, Old Joe threw the military coat he had been wearing on the ground, and the pistol "Purge" that had been hanging on his waist was also thrown on the ground.

Then there was the sound of metal hitting the ground, and each of the war boys, led by the leaders André and Larry, also lost their weapons, and Andre even took off the body armor he had been wearing, and looked shirtless at the crowd that was somewhat stunned by the sudden speech.

"I can do this, my brothers, my sisters, you can just hand us over to the invaders, as long as you are safe!"

Old Joe roared as hard as he could, and the megaphone in his hand was thrown away, he was no longer young, and his thin body was shivering in the cold wind of early spring.