District 9!

The newly occupied territory of the Flying Wing Kingdom was divided into a new area by the southern government, and the application submitted to the Central Council of the Federation was passed by an overwhelming vote, after all, the Flying Wing Kingdom, which had begun to establish diplomatic relations, did not dare to ask for it, and why should the parliamentarians consider other countries and bear the infamy of not being loyal enough to the Federation.

"In the future, the city will be named Häagen-Dazs, and the ninth arrondissement will be Häagen-Dazs!"

Charon said the ice cream brand of his previous life expressionlessly, and several officials behind him nodded frequently, complimenting the name to get it, in fact, no one in this world except him knew the meaning of the word, he just wanted to leave some marks, if more than ten years later, decades later, he had not died in battle, and occasionally heard Häagen-Dazs still remember where he came from, setting off dusty memories.

The memory of the world is not pleasant, and the comparison with the present is even more vast, but when people are proud, they can't just ignore the pain of the past, it is the bitter taste that makes him fight with all his strength, even death can't stop him from moving forward, and finally he can stand on the high city wall and look down on the city.

The governor of the new district, Skeba, whispered a few words to the attendant next to him, and then walked over to Charon, "Your Excellency, the luncheon is ready, please move." ”

"No need, I'll go down and see for myself, you don't have to follow me. Charon waved his hand, tightened his coat, and walked down the city wall alone, several officials were stunned but did not dare to stop them, they were very few high-ranking officials who knew Charon's identity, and it was precisely because of this that they did not dare to cross the line and stay on the ground and look at each other.

It was Spark who came back to his senses first, "Commissioner, let your police officers secretly follow the adults, and solve all the troubles around me, and don't let those scum disturb the adults' play." ”

"I see, Lord Doge. The Chief of Police nodded heavily, turned and left, ready to gather his men and personally lead the team to protect Lord Del.

Getting rid of the crowded scene, Charon also felt much more comfortable, and the sparse passers-by on the street saw that he was still wearing a trench coat on a hot day, and cast some strange glances, but the passers-by didn't pay much attention, after all, in this fallen and ruled place, there are too many strange things happening every day.

The characteristics of the severed arm are too obvious, so when he left Dolan Town, he always wore a trench coat when he left Dolan Town, but if he did one or two more alliance missions, he would be able to gather contribution points to buy medicine and make the lost arm grow back.

The last time he sped on the Witch of Cecilia, he received a lot of contributions, and he secretly compensated for some of it due to his suspicion of collusion with the Dark Knight. For the alliance organization, Charon has no sense of belonging, just pure reciprocity. Of course, it is also appropriate to take the benefits of others and fight for others, and perhaps it should be said that he would like to be called up to participate in the battle.

"Sir, buy a flower, this is white jasmine, a symbol of luck. A girl in shabby clothes looked at Charon with a basket of flowers in her hand.

Charon nodded, took out a five-dime coin from his pocket, and put it in the girl's hand, "Then give me a white jasmine." ”

"Thank you, sir, you are a good man, and I wish you good luck always. ”

Charon took the flowers and left with the girl's grateful bow, the girl who survived the chaos a few months ago, and this girl was the real lucky one. Charon hoped that she would always be lucky enough to witness the development of this era, and that one day, she would feel sad and glad that she had been ruled by Del.

As for the good guys, this sounds funny, he gave the order to stir up the situation and keep the chaos going, and the bloodshed and deaths that happened in this city and this district are directly or indirectly related to him, and justice and him are in a different dimension.

But when he named the city, it was officially incorporated into the territory of Del, and as the head of his family, he had the responsibility to revitalize and prosper the city. It's not hypocrisy, it's not guilt, it's just what needs to be done to fulfill the identity of the head of the family.

The architecture of the 9th arrondissement is different from the other arrondissements, and although the round roof does not have the high-spirited and sharp atmosphere of Gothic architecture, it sets off a soft atmosphere. The bricks on the roof and walls are bright and bright, and walking down the street between the buildings makes you feel a little light.

It's just that some of the walls are stained with dark red dried blood, which casts a haze on this lightness, although everyone is smiling and working and living, but their expressions are a little reluctant. In particular, they were traumatized by the chaos, but unfortunately survived, and it is even more ironic that it is the intruders who maintain order and protect the city, the Tors whom they once hated.

Charon left the bustling streets and walked slowly to the areas where violent clashes had erupted, and the deeper he went, the fewer people there were, the ruins of the two- or three-story buildings, the white stone pillars blackened by the smoke and fire, the walls were pitted, the marks of ammunition were very obvious, and when he looked down, there were pools of blood dotted the ground.

One pair, two pairs of eyes more and more cast on themselves, behind the wall, behind them, there are wooden sheds tied on the spot, sluggish, gray, ill-intentioned, hateful, all kinds of eyes are very clear in Charon's perception, this is the result of defeat, not taken away by death, but left here to suffer and torture, lose loved ones, lose home, lose everything.

Some people are numb as if they are dead, and some people are depraved**, Charon looked at two thin boys younger than him, and two knives aimed at him, "Are you planning to rob?"

"Thors!" said the older boy, with a fierce expression, stepping forward, "hand over all your money, and I will spare your life." ”

Charon took out the money bag in his arms, threw it on the ground, and asked curiously, "How do you know that I am from Tors?"

"Brother!" the boy replied as he motioned to his brother to pick up his wallet, "My father is a winged soldier, and he said that the Toldian people generally have a high nose bridge, and that the only people in the city who can still dress so brightly are you Torsians, and there are also foreign merchants, and you are obviously the former." ”

The younger brother picked up the wallet and pulled the corner of his brother's clothes, the elder brother stared at Charon tightly, not moving at all, revealing a hideous expression that did not belong to his age, "In order to avenge my father, for our safety, I'm sorry you have to die!"

The younger brother also had red eyes when he heard this, it was all Tors who destroyed all this, if they were defeated by the flying wings, if they died, Dad would not have died, and they didn't have to be like this, they were all Tors!

"I see, your father is my enemy on the battlefield. ”

When there was a rush of footsteps behind him, Charon stepped out, the heavy oppression suppressed the place, and in the eyes of the two boys mixed with hideous and fear, a hand slowly but firmly pressed towards them, "You are also my enemies, I'm sorry I have no mercy, no forgiveness, so you will not be saved, only permanent." ”

When a large number of police officers arrived, they only saw Charon and the two boys staggering, and the string of blood running through the eyebrows of the two men.

"Your police station will send someone to surround this area, and then notify the special operations army to come and clean it up. ”

Charon gave the order decisively, his cold eyes fell on those transcendents lurking in this area through the walls, in the past, they were rampant in order to shape their image of unscrupulous means, ignoring the lives of civilians, and extinguishing them again and again made civilians lose confidence in them, and now that the goal has been achieved, naturally they cannot be allowed to continue to destroy the security of the city.

The newly formed special operations army also happened to be taken out for training, to see how the training results, in his perception after opening the black ring, there are really a lot of hidden transcendents in this area, it seems that the Flying Wing Kingdom that has fallen into civil strife still has the strength to spare, and he has to help them find something to do.