[In accordance with the instructions of the higher authorities on strengthening municipal cleaning, the Bureau has launched a three-month municipal cleaning operation since January 3, which aims to comprehensively improve the level of urban sanitation and improve the living environment of citizens. The campaign will cover street cleaning, garbage collection and disposal, and disinfection of public areas to ensure a clean and healthy urban environment. 】

On Hell's Kitchen Ninth Street, a group of aliens gather in front of a circular projector, their eyes drawn to an announcement playing on it. The notice comes from the newly established Municipal Affairs Bureau, a newly established Authority, about the upcoming municipal cleaning operation aimed at improving the environment and order in Hell's Kitchen.

However, these aliens, accustomed to the uninhibited lifestyle of Hell's Kitchen, don't buy it.

When the contents of the report were revealed through [lingua franca], a heated discussion began among the aliens.

For them, the sudden appearance of the Authority's Municipal Affairs Department and the imminent implementation of the policy is undoubtedly an interference with their free way of life.

"These Authority guys are so boring!" A blue-skinned alien said dissatisfied.

"Who do they think they are? Suddenly jumping out to limit our freedom! Another winged alien added with a sneer.

"Municipal Affairs? When did Hell's Kitchen ever have this thing, and those guys in the Authority really think that they are backed by heaven, so they really are angels, right? A goblin chimed in.

"No, no, those Authority deformities don't really think they're angels, do they?" There was a minotaur who said in a strange way, his burly posture and his pretentious tone made many people around him feel disgusted.

"Those guys in the Authority, they are thugs who say they are good, but if they are ugly, they are the dogs of heaven!"

"Yes, a bunch of lackeys want to take care of us too, let's eat!"

Hell's Kitchen is now beginning to show its folk simplicity, and their discussions are filled with incomprehension and antipathy towards the Authority's Municipal Bureau, and they are strongly resistant to any attempt to change the status quo of Hell's Kitchen.

In their view, the chaos and disorder of Hell's Kitchen is part of its unique charm, and any outside interference is unacceptable.

Scratch Dirtpaw's tiny eyes were fixed on the municipal bulletin projected on the dilapidated walls.

As his gaze glides over the part about the impending municipal sanitation clean-up, his expression reveals the sheen of a thief's eyebrow, like a cunning mouse about to discover its prey.

He quickly calculated in his mind how this information would affect his business and the entire Hell's Kitchen landscape.

Scradge thinks he's different from other goblins, and even other brainless coolie aliens—he can read the deeper meaning behind the policies enacted by human regimes and financial streets.

This allows him to gain insight into the situation and assess the situation in the extralegal place of Hell's Kitchen, and his cunning is not only reflected in his interpretation of policies, but also in his ability to use them for his own benefit. As a goblin merchant, he is well-versed in articulation and knows how to find his footing in the intricacies of the underworld.

It was this ability that made him stand out from the crowd of goblin merchants and successfully obtained the right to sell emetics.

Upon seeing the Authority, Scratch Dirty Paw would always think back to the infamous angels, and his mind would begin to recall the 'public' impression of Heaven, as well as the impression the Authority had given to others in Hell's Kitchen.

First of all, there is the Kingdom of Heaven, and many aliens are full of hatred and resentment towards the Kingdom of Heaven.

After the fall of the New World, these aliens who had been expelled from the main plane of Terra fought against the Authority as if they had found an outlet. As a new institution established by the Kingdom of Heaven, and as a secularized institution that admits a large number of people from the present world, it produces far less deterrent power than the angels of Heaven themselves.

Moreover, for anomalous citizens living in the Addison Federation, living in an alien state, and living in Hell's Kitchen, the government provides them with a relatively safe personal security guarantee.

[Financial Street] and [New World Tree] have imposed restrictions on the travel of angels of heaven.

Within the amorphous states of Addison's government, the number of angels of heaven and their use of the transcendent will be strictly limited.

For the low-ranking angels, the Addison government restricts their entry.

For the High Angels, the Twelve Federal Savings Bank, together with the Mayflower Foundation, the Golden Court, and many other anomalous organizations, oversees them.

If a high-ranking angel rashly uses his personal power, then the overseers will forcibly intervene, and this so-called overseer has an official name, which is the [Conciliation Court], the direct department of the New Alliance.

In order to avoid the overreaction of the Heavenly Kingdom, the Addison government and the Golden Court opened up part of the territory of the Junction Lands, allowing the armed angels and armed institutions of the Heavenly Kingdom to enter it, and also allowed the Authority to settle in the Addison Federation, becoming one of the three leading institutions of the New Alliance.

As mentioned earlier, the Authority is still too young to occupy the reputation and position of the Big Three of the New Alliance, but it does not have the strength and influence comparable to it.

And for these aliens who will take the time to bark at Heaven from time to time even when they are licking their wounds, the Authority is not to be feared.

The Authority's headquarters have not been set up in Hell's Kitchen for even half a year, and even the director has not yet been confirmed, and more than eighty and a half of the Authority's administrative and administrative teams are recruited by the world.

There are also a large number of special agents of odd hoof, ore disease, and alienation among these eighty and a half, and Sklatch has seen a few strange hoof patients wearing Authority uniforms before, a few small things that look weak. It was hard for him to imagine why these little things had come into the Authority, and also become the governing staff of the Authority.

Many people joked that if it weren't for the Authority skin, they would have been thrown down the sewers to feed [Troglodai], a creeping creature that lives beneath Hell's Kitchen, or in dark, damp environments, known for its strong stench.

Some time ago, Hell's Kitchen heard that a big man in the Kingdom of Heaven was going to be the director of the Airborne Administration.

There is no fear of this news, there is a [mediation court], even if the miracle man comes, he must abide by the law and play a new game.

Moreover, from the past to the present, there have been so many individual great beings in the kingdom of heaven, and those who rebel against them have not followed one after another.

Some time ago, there were 100,000 abnormal people in Texas who held flags around the state government, demanding that the government expel the so-called director of the administration from the Addison Federation, and some even openly clamored for the angel to get out.

Interestingly, the airborne angel was already the [Crowner], so there weren't many aliens who actually dared to insult his name in the open, because they were all afraid that the other party would come at him from the aether level and blast them into fools with a [elemental shock].

Therefore, everyone uses his nickname to refer to him, and some of them are timid and life-saving, and they don't even dare to use the nicknames that the other party is often called in heaven and abroad.

For insurance purposes, they generally refer directly to the director of the Authority by 'that adult'.

"Did that lord have any plans?" Scratch Dirty Paw is undoubtedly one of the least daring.

The establishment of this municipal administration by the Authority at this time is not right at first glance. Scrats' IQ temporarily occupies the high ground, and as a good goblin merchant, he can already smell something wrong.

"Should I take it when I see it......" The goblin merchant lowered his head, his eyes flickering constantly, as if weighing the scales in his heart.

Deep down in his heart, his instincts were telling him that this was a critical turning point.

He should take it as soon as he sees it, after all, according to the current situation, the Lord of the Authority has already reached the border of Hell's Kitchen.

Scradge is well aware of the weight of the phrase "three fires" in office, and the establishment of the Municipal Administration and the accompanying municipal cleaning notice are undoubtedly a clear signal that the new director intends to change the status quo of Hell's Kitchen.

In this context, the risk of continuing to sell the drugs of the Esoteric Sect, especially the emetic drugs in his hands, is undoubtedly huge.

His sanity was telling him that it was time to stop and look for a more serious job.

However, the windfall profits from the emetics combined with the greed that was ingrained deep in Scrats's heart.

Greed kept tempting him, making it difficult for him to extricate himself.

The voice kept whispering in his ear: "Sell it again, sell it a little more, it's not in a hurry anyway." ”

This inner struggle ended after a short but fierce struggle, and in the end, his greed triumphed over reason.

"Just today, just the last batch of goods, I'll stop when I sell out."

Sklatch said to himself in his mind that he was trying to comfort himself with such thoughts, to find a temporary outlet for himself.

In his opinion, although the Municipal Affairs Bureau has been established, it may take time for actual action, and he believes that he still has one last chance.

If you give it a fight, the house will come out, and he can take advantage of the last opportunity to sell it at a higher price.

In Scratche's eyes, this was his chance to make a house out of the emetic traffickers.

After making a decision in his heart, he immediately took action, and with the mentality of "one last time", he started his sales operation today.

Scratch's luck seems to have been particularly good, perhaps because he accurately captured the needs of the market, and his adventurous spirit of daring to raise prices, made the sale surprisingly smooth today.

In the face of Skrage's starting price, although many guests showed dissatisfaction, and some even scolded, in the end, they still willingly took out their financial cards and completed the transaction. This is not uncommon in Hell's Kitchen, where demand often means compromise.

From the intersection of Ninth Avenue and 42nd Street, between Ninth and Tenth Avenue, through Rose Street, which hides behind the busy streets, and along Eleventh Avenue, he weaves through the crowds, laughing and selling emetics in his hands.

When dusk fell, Skrage finally sold out all the potions, and today's business was so hot that he got a little carried away.

The so-called "last" determination that I had just held was like a brief lucidity after indulgence, which was soon replaced by new desires and greed.

At this moment, all reason seems to have been cast aside, and Skrage is left with only the desire for money and success in his heart.

"I'm going to go to the Whisper Square to buy another batch of !!"

After making a decision in his heart, Scratch Dirty Paw's heart is full of pride. He could almost imagine the mountain of money he'd made from another act of selling, and it made him excited. Driven by this excitement, he hummed a crude song and walked briskly in the direction of the Whisper Square.

Whisper Plaza, located at the junction of 48th Street and 9th Avenue, is a mysterious space hidden between reality and fantasy.

For the average pedestrian, it's just an ordinary corner of the city, but for goblins like Sclatch and others in the know, the Whisper Square is a place of magic and possibility. It exists in the dreamlike gap between phases and phases, and is a huge small trading plane where all kinds of rare items and information are exchanged, and all kinds of shady transactions are carried out here.

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At dusk, the sky is tinted with a faint shade of orange, and the junction of 48th Street and Ninth Avenue is eerily quiet.

The cunning goblin expertly weaves around the corner, his gaze scanning around vigilantly to make sure he is not disturbed by uninvited guests.

After making sure he was safe, he quickly found the materials he had hidden beforehand: a bottle full of moonlight, an unlit spark, a stone soaked in the night's fog, and a jewel condensed from a dream.

These precious and magical elements are the indispensable key to the "Whispering Ceremony".

The location chosen by the Skrage is a forgotten land, abandoned and unknown, in the right setting for the Whispering Square. He quickly drew a circle of ancient symbols on the ground, each of which shimmered with a mysterious light that seemed to shine even brighter in the twilight afterglow.

Afterwards, Skrage stood around the circle, holding the four elements he had collected, and began to chant ancient incantations. The spell reverberates on quiet street corners, contrasting with the hustle and bustle of the city beyond.

It was a plea for the power of the plane, a request to open the passage to the Whisper Square.

In the center of the circle, Skrage placed the four elements on the ground in turn and lit them with a ghost fire.

As the flames burned, they changed colors, as if to tell the Sklatch that the power of the plane was being successfully summoned.

When everything was ready, Skratch closed his eyes and chanted the incantation again.

As the end of the spell dissipated, a light breeze blew, and a portal appeared in front of him.

Scratch Dirty Paw succeeded in summoning the door to the Whispering Plaza, and just as he was about to step into this mysterious space with great anticipation, a calm, calm, and decisive command pierced the silence around him.

"Do it!"

The sudden sound sent a sense of foreboding to Skratsch's heart.

Immediately afterward, ripples began to ripple in the surrounding space, as if the boundary between reality and fantasy had been torn apart by some force.

In the midst of this twisting wave, five men dressed in the Authority's standard field combat uniforms suddenly appeared out of thin air, as if leaping into thin air.

Their appearance quickly changed the original situation, bringing a tense atmosphere that could not be ignored on this dark street corner.

The leader is a yellow-haired lady who wears goggles on her head, and two yellow rabbit ears flutter slightly on the top of her head, giving people a strange sense of vividness.

She was dressed in a black Authority uniform, and the lines of her uniform outlined her heroic figure. Her long yellow hair was tied into a ponytail and gently swayed with her movements.

The most striking thing was the rune-filled handcuff she held in her hand, the cold muzzle of the gun pointed directly at the Scrats, and the cold light flickered to reveal an undoubted threat.

Bump –

In this sudden turn of events, before Scratch Dirty Paw could react, he was quickly subdued by two Authority law enforcement officers, and his body was roughly pressed against the cold and hard ground.

It all happened so fast that he didn't even have a chance to resist.

And the yellow-haired lady who was the leader stood in front of Scrats, the handcuff in her hand was always aimed at him, and her voice was calm and firm, revealing unquestionable authority: "We belong to the Municipal Council, don't move!" ”

"We are now carrying out official actions in accordance with the law, you are suspected of selling contraband, and we have the right to arrest and dispose of you."

Scratch looked up at the handcuff aimed at him with a dead face, fear and despair rushing through his heart.

He now regrets it very much.

If I had stopped sooner, wouldn't something have happened?

The goblin merchant thought.

Then, he was brutally knocked unconscious.

(End of chapter)