Chapter 637

MEC sucked his nose and couldn't see any expression on his face.

"Oh, that means we must obey your command, don't we?"

Eric can understand each other's concerns. These people lick their blood all year round. Conspiracy and betrayal are common. For them, controlling power is everything.

He imagined how he would feel if he was forced to hand over the army to others, so he could understand MEC's anxiety.

They sat under the awning with their feet cocked up, enjoying the incomparably long afternoon.

Not far away, some gang backbones are playing a very popular game called blood bowl football, a means of wasting time.

Suddenly, a strong man with bare arms ran up the earth slope. Vigorous exercise made him blush and sweat all over.

Then he saluted the two people who reclined lazily on the reclining chair. Eric judged from each other's calloused hands and scars that he was a veteran hitter who could hit seven or eight waste materials in the military camp with his bare hands.

"Boss!"

"All right, Sybil."

MEC turned his head and looked at Eric.

"Let's bet a game?"

Eric took a look at the football. It was damaged and incomplete.

"I bet on the red team."

Eric smiled and said that the red team was the team of the strong men in front of him.

The strong man immediately turned back to the hot sand ahead, gasped, bent down and looked at the football on the ground.

With a whistle, the strong men slammed together and pushed each other, while the previous strong man had been holding the ball and flying through the crowd.

Eric never thought he could run so fast.

"Red team, one point."

"Have a drink, saibi."

MEC waved, and the strong man ran excitedly to the side and took himself a glass of cold wine.

After that, the boss of the blood hook Gang twisted a little powder from the golden box, sucked it, leaned back to the chair and sighed.

"Man, you're sure you can hold the city."

Eric turned his head and looked closely. MEC's face was like a monkey, with a brain gate, wide lips, a flat nose, a high dark forehead, long black hair braids hanging down his back like a waterfall, and fragments of lumps embedded in his throat and chest were difficult to ignore. Those warty tissues were very special and looked like goiter.

It may be some kind of biological transformation organ, or it may be the consequence of MEC's perennial use of drugs.

"To be honest, Chengdu is very hanging."

"Then why don't you run? Just like lieutenant general Ralph."

Lieutenant general Ralph mentioned by MEC is actually the actual commander of Hades nest. However, after the news of the tragic defeat in the ash plain came, this guy secretly fled the city on the grounds of physical discomfort. When Eric went to find him, this guy had already flown to the subcontinent.

It was in this way that command fell on Eric's shoulders.

After a short break, another game began and the red team won.

"Red team, one point."

But now their focus is no longer on the game.

"This is my duty. Since I put on the political commissar's uniform, my life can only be used to fight against the enemies of the Empire and protect the people of the emperor."

"Is that uniform comfortable to wear?"

"Uncomfortable, heavy, but not windproof. It's easy to absorb bullets on the battlefield."

"But you still wear it all day."

"Responsibilities."

MEC shook his head and sighed:

"I still can't understand. We are people from two worlds."

"So what's your answer?"

"I think."

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind them.

"You have too much spare time."

As soon as Arie turned his head, MEC jumped up from his recliner. A man with mossy hair and a prickly leather jacket stood laughing in the shadow of the shed.

"Moiz, you old bastard!"

MEC stepped forward and hugged the man.

"Why are you late today?"

"Something happened on the road. The green skin is coming, and the whole nest is in panic."

The man named moyz smiled and answered. Eric soon recognized him, the boss of the wild dog gang - a group of guys famous for smuggling illegal electronic instruments.

"This is what I introduced, political commissar Eric."

MEC pointed to the commissar who had just stood up.

"Of course, I've heard of a political commissar who was killed on the 11th."

Eric just shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't think this should be new to you."

Then MEC brought another cup.

"Have a drink?"

"Oh, good."

Moiz sat in his chair, his armor covered with dust, and then pulled off his cloak and weapon belt.

"There's a game here. Is there a gamble?"

"Of course."

"Did you bet money?"

"Money and wine."

Said Meg, pouring a glass for his old friend, and a big smile showed on Moiz's face.

"Who wins now?"

"Me."

Eric was a little confused, but his face remained silent.

Moiz readily took out his wallet.

"A hundred dollars, the blue team wins."

Eric turned his eyes to MEC.

"I didn't know you called other friends."

"Of course, in fact, I just remembered it. After all, this matter... Moiz also has a share, doesn't he?"

Hearing his name, the boss of the wild dog Gang took his eyes away from the game.

"One eye, what did you talk to political commissar Eric?"

"Green skin is coming. Political commissar Eric wants us to accept his command and help him hold the nest."

"Also help yourself."

Eric corrected it immediately.

Moiz touched his stubble covered chin and looked at Eric carefully again.

"It's said that the green skin is fierce this time. Many people died in the ash plain, and even the shit governor ran away. Even if we all go, can we hold it?"

"It's not too late to try."

"It's not like what a confident commander should say."

"Tell the truth."

"To be honest, I don't like green skins either. Although I haven't seen them, I remember my mother said when I was a child that aliens are the only thing worse than my drunken father... One eyed, what about you?"

"Me? I had a dream last night."

MEC said with a smile:

"I dreamed that green skin broke into my kennel. Although it was dirty, rotten and annoying, I didn't want to leave it all the time, but it was my home. No matter how worthless it was, it wasn't a place where these garbage could be wanton, so I fucked them."

With that, the boss of the blood hook Gang looked at Eric.

"Commissar, I think you are satisfied with this answer?"

A sincere smile appeared on Eric's face.

"Of course."

At the last minute, the red team still won the game. Moiz lost his 100 yuan. Eric bought wine for the two teams.

"But to win this war, it's not enough for someone alone."

After completing the first goal, Eric immediately moved towards the second goal, and the two gang leaders showed some confusion.

"What are you missing?"

"In the best case, we can slow down the attack steps of green skin and turn it into a war of attrition and siege until reinforcements arrive, but all this needs a foundation."

MEC thought for a few seconds and suddenly realized it.

"Food."

"Yes, Hades basically does not produce food. Most of the time, it depends on imports. The only food processing plants are controlled by Sir Florent Webb."

Hearing the back name, the two gang bosses seemed a little uncomfortable.

Eric saw it at a glance. He smiled and put his hand on the shoulders of the two bosses.

"I know... Sir Webb is your boss behind the scenes. In fact, you work for him in your smuggling business."

Moiz sighed.

"If we want to do this kind of business, what else can we do except be the white gloves of those people."

"Then perhaps your chance has come --"

Eric lowered his voice.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll go to Sir Webb's house to discuss food and supplies with him. If he's interested, it's all right. If he's not interested... Guys, I hope you can help."

They were stunned at first, and then MEC stared at Eric with a sly smile on his face.

"Aren't you afraid of our snitching?"

"In the future, we are all comrades in arms who want to fight with green skin. We all have to hand over our backs to each other, so I don't doubt it."

MEC and Moiz looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

"It's up to you, political commissar Eric."

"Well, that's all for today. You two will also contact the remaining gangs. The terms I offer are still the same. Now everyone is on the same boat..... By the way, Mr. Moiz, you seem to have some relationship with the plumbers' Association. I hope they can join the defense. I'll talk to their leader when I have time."

"No problem, it's on me."