After saying this, Blake suddenly laughed, as if he was back in college and huddled with a group of strong men on the court.

Julia said: "Of course not, you should be a coach. ”

There was a smug look of flattery in her eyes.

"So, who is the defender?" Blake asked, touching his chin, his eyes looking at a man.

"Federal Security Director." Julia replied, looking at the man opposite.

Parker, on the other side, raised his hand and made a gesture to pass the ball, his expression was funny, but he finally redeemed his position in the president's heart.

With a small smile on his face, Blake yawned again, announcing that the meeting had come to an end.

"Boss, it's time for the first prime speech in twenty minutes." Julia asked, "Are you going to call for the All-Gris Anti-Riot Coalition in this speech?" ”

Blake didn't answer right away, and the room was silent, and everyone stared blankly at the president, who had never had much idea.

He knew in his heart that his opponent had been preparing to win two local wars at the same time since the First Mork War, and now might be the right time to put it to the test.

On the pitch, the best defenders never get tangled up with someone, but calmly step back and kick the ball far away to pass to the shooter.

No one has ever said what logic should be used in war, and the unsuspecting enemy is the easiest to defeat, and this attack is like the sudden and frantic attack of the Long Islanders, whose father, Blake Sr., participated in the interstellar battle and knew how to deal with an enemy who regarded death as glory.

That is, to destroy them completely, without giving them any power to fight back, and besides, the enemy's enemies are friends, and when the blow begins, the enemies will unite, and they must not be given any chance to join forces.

It was at this moment that what became known as Black's Law - a preemptive strike was formed in his mind.

"Yes, I would like to further make the warning clear, and it includes any federation that harbors violent organizations." Blake nodded, his gaze already on Yara, the map already full of attack markers in his eyes.

Xia Chenghao's car drove slowly through the slums, which did not seem to be affected by any violent attacks, and dark-skinned children ran around the streets, some of them greeting Wicker affectionately.

Wicker slowly pulled over to the side of the street, and the two got out of the car.

The road was full of garbage and debris, and the graffiti on the walls was dazzling and exaggerated, but there was not much artistry, just anger lingering, and huge rats running back and forth from the sewers and sides of the road along the way.

"Do you want some medicine?" Wicker looked at Xia Chenghao's leg and asked, where only a small patch of dark blood was seen.

"No, it's almost ready." Xia Chenghao shook his head.

He pressed his thigh, and the wound didn't hurt much anymore, "The kids here don't seem to know what's going on outside." ”

"It's bad enough, can they know a little more bad news?" Wicker shrugged and made a helpless expression.

"The house here is a few worlds ago, right?" Xia Chenghao looked at the dilapidated building beside him.

"That's pretty much where my ancestors lived." Wicker said proudly, Xia Chenghao nodded, without any expression.

"Right ahead." Wicker led Xia Chenghao into a dilapidated low-rent housing area.

It's a six-story red-brick building, with anti-war slogans on the walls that were painted during the previous Star Wars and can still be seen clearly.

A plastic bucket of garbage was overturned on the doorstep, and wild dogs were picking it up.

Beside him there was a drunken old man sitting lazily enjoying the light of Moral, the old man's lips were thick, his face was deeply wrinkled like a knife, and a pair of expressionless eyes were sunken into the old and inelastic face, glittering slightly.

Drinking too much alcohol made him look older than his age, sealed under his wrinkled skin with nothing but memories of Star Wars.

"Hey!" Wicker greeted the old man.

The old man opened his eyes slightly when he saw Vicker, and then lowered his head again.

"There's no housekeeper here, and the landlords who live on the Upper East Side come to collect the rent in person." Wicker stepped into the hallway first.

The two walked slowly along a narrow staircase, the side of which was painted with inexplicable patterns, and various slogans showed the power of anger in strange fonts and bright colors.

"My house is on the top floor." "I can see the sky when I sleep at night, and I can't really find fault with it except that it's a little sad on a rainy day." ”

"yes, that sounds really good." Xia Chenghao smiled, a hut where you could see the stars was not common in a city like Yarman.

"Of course. If I put on some music, it's also nice on a rainy day, and I often bring her to listen to songs. Wicker said excitedly.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Xia Chenghao asked.

"Sort of!" Wickel frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded in reluctantly acknowledging it.

On the sixth floor, there were several homes in a long walkway, and the mixed smell of moldy food and urine was permeating.

Wicker stopped in front of a yellow-and-white door, rang the doorbell, and a beautiful singing rang from inside.

"Do it yourself." Wicker said proudly to Xia Chenghao.

Xia Chenghao had already felt a fat woman walk to the door and look at them on the cat's eye again.

The door opened, and a chubby middle-aged woman stood by it. Dressed in a gray and loose nightgown, with a long string of ivory-white oval necklaces dangling straight on her chest, and wide bell-shaped sleeves, it was obvious that she must have been a charming beauty in her youth. Because she is still charming now, she has dozens of pounds of fat, so she is wrapped in a round and sturdy body under her wide clothes.

Seeing the smiling Wicker, she opened her hand and hugged her tightly, and at the same time, a relaxed smile appeared on her chubby face, and said, "Oh! Wicker, I almost scared to death, Nieppe died quite a few people. ”

"I see. Mom, I just escaped from there with this gentleman. Wicker patted her sturdy back hard and let go of his hand.

said to Xia Chenghao, "My mother is the old lady who told you." ”

Then he said to his mother: "This is my friend, who used to live in Nieppe, but now it is ruined, so I invited him to stay here for two days, his name is ......" Wicker glanced at Xia Chenghao.

"Abigail, my name is Abigail." Xia Chenghao stretched out his hand to introduce himself.

"Oh, welcome!" The old lady ignored the outstretched hand at all, and enthusiastically opened her arms to give Xia Chenghao a tight hug, Xia Chenghao bent down and let the venerable lady kiss him on the face.

The old lady whispered loudly in his ear, "You can stay as long as you want." ”

"Mom, this is a freshly picked flower." Wicker handed the bouquet to the old lady.

She happily took the flowers into the kitchen. (To be continued.) )