Extraordinary pedigree

[According to instructions from superiors on strengthening municipal cleaning, this bureau has launched a three-month municipal cleaning operation since January 3. This operation aims to comprehensively improve the city's hygiene level and improve citizens' living environment. The operation will cover street cleaning, garbage collection and processing, disinfection of public areas and other aspects to ensure a clean and healthy urban environment. 】

On Ninth Street in Hell's Kitchen, a group of aliens gathered in front of a circular projector, and their eyes were attracted by an announcement played above. The advisory comes from the newly formed Authority, the Municipal Affairs Bureau, regarding an upcoming municipal cleanup operation intended to improve the environment and order in Hell's Kitchen.

However, these aliens, accustomed to Hell's Kitchen's unrestrained lifestyle, didn't buy it.

When the content of the report was displayed one by one through [Common Language Mimusu], these aliens started a heated discussion.

For them, the sudden appearance of the Municipal Administration and the policies to be implemented are undoubtedly an interference in their free way of life.

"These guys from the Administration are so boring!" a blue-skinned alien said dissatisfied.

"Who do they think they are? They suddenly jumped out to restrict our freedom!" Another alien with wings added with a sneer.

"IAM? When did Hell's Kitchen have such a thing? Those indifferent guys in the Administration really think they are angels because they have the Kingdom of Heaven on their backs, right?" A goblin echoed.

"No way, no way, those deformed children from the Administration really don't think they are angels, do they?" A minotaur said in a sinister tone. His burly figure and his pretentious tone made many people around him laugh. Disgusting.

"Those guys from the Management Bureau are, at best, thugs, but at worst, they are dogs from heaven!"

"Yes, a bunch of lackeys also want to control us, so go ahead and eat shit!"

At this moment, Hell's Kitchen began to show its simple folk customs. Their discussions were full of incomprehension and disgust towards the Municipal Administration and Municipal Affairs Bureau. They held a strong resistance 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 Dirtypaw's small eyes were fixed on the municipal bulletin projected on the dilapidated wall.

When his eyes slid over the section about the upcoming municipal sanitation cleanup operation, his expression showed the luster of a sly eyebrow, as if he was a cunning mouse about to find its prey.

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

Scratch believes that he is different from other goblins, and even other brainless coolie aliens - he can understand the deep meaning behind the policies promulgated by human governments and financial streets.

This allows him to have insight into the current situation and assess the situation in a lawless place like Hell's Kitchen. His cunning is not only reflected in his interpretation of policies, but also in his ability to use these policies to benefit himself. As a goblin merchant, he knows how to navigate the complex underworld and find his footing.

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

When seeing the Authority, Scratch Dirtypaw would always think back to those infamous angels, and his mind began to recall the 'public's' impression of the Kingdom of Heaven, as well as the impression given by the Authority in Hell's Kitchen. impressions of others.

The first is the Kingdom of Heaven. Many foreign races 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 seemed to have found an outlet to oppose the Authority everywhere. As a new institution established by the Kingdom of Heaven, and it is also a secular institution that recruits a large number of people in this world, the deterrent effect it produces is far less powerful than the angels of the Kingdom of Heaven themselves.

Moreover, for the abnormal citizens living in the Edici Federation, the Alien State, and 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 in heaven.

In the alien state of the Edici government, the number of heavenly angels and their extraordinary applications will be strictly restricted.

For lower-level angels, the Edici government restricts their entry.

For high-level angels, the Twelve Federal Savings Banks, in conjunction with the Mayflower Foundation, the Golden Court and many other aberrant organizations, jointly supervise them.

If a high-level angel rashly uses personal power, then the supervisory force will forcefully intervene. This so-called supervisory force has an official name, and this name is the department directly under the New Alliance - [Mediation Court].

In order to avoid the overreaction of the Kingdom of Heaven, the Edici government and the Golden Court opened up part of the territory at the junction, allowing the armed angels and armed agencies of the Kingdom of Heaven to enter, and also allowed the Management Bureau to settle within the Edici Federation and become a new alliance. One of the three leading organizations.

As mentioned before, the Management Bureau is still too young. It occupies the reputation and position of the three giants of the New Alliance, but it does not have comparable strength and influence.

And for these aliens who would take the time to bark at the Kingdom of Heaven from time to time even when they were licking their wounds - the Administration had nothing to fear.

The headquarters of the Authority have not even been established in Hell's Kitchen for half a year, and the director has not even been confirmed yet, and more than 85% of the administrative and governing teams of the Authority are secular recruits.

Among these 85%, there are also a large number of special operators with strange hoof disease, ore disease, and alienation syndrome. Scratch had seen several people with strange hoof disease wearing the uniforms of the Administration before, and they were a few little ones who looked fragile. thing. It was hard for him to imagine why these little things would enter the Management Bureau and become the governing staff of the Management Bureau.

Many people joked that if they hadn't been wearing the skin of the Authority, they would have been chopped into pieces and thrown into the sewers to feed [Troglode] - a kind of animal that lives underground in Hell's Kitchen or in a dark and humid environment. reptile known for its strong odor.

Some time ago, Hell's Kitchen heard that a big man from Heaven would be the director of the Airborne Administration.

No one is afraid of this news. With the [Mediation Court] here, even if the miracle worker comes, we must abide by the laws and play new games.

Moreover, from the past to the present, the Kingdom of Heaven has produced so many powerful individuals, and those who resisted them followed one after another.

Some time ago, in Texas, there were still 100,000 abnormal people surrounding the state government with clear-cut flags, demanding that the government expel the so-called director of the Administration from the Edici Federation. Some even openly clamored for the angel to be expelled. Get out.

What’s interesting is that the airborne angel is already the [Crowned One], so there are not many aliens who dare to insult his name openly, because they are all afraid that the other party will attack him through the etheric level. [Elemental Shock] blasts them into fools.

Therefore, everyone uses his nickname to refer to him. Some are timid and life-saving, and even dare not use the nickname that the other person is often called in heaven and outside the world.

To be on the safe side, they usually refer to the director of the bureau directly as 'that lord'.

"Does that Lord have any plans?" Scratch Dirtypaw was undoubtedly one of the most timid ones.

It doesn’t look right at first sight that the Management Bureau has established this kind of Municipal Affairs Bureau at this time. Scratch's IQ temporarily occupied the high ground. As an excellent goblin businessman, he already smelled something was wrong.

"Should I just give it up when it's good..." The goblin merchant lowered his head, his eyes flashing constantly, as if he was weighing the balance in his heart.

Deep down in his heart, his intuition was telling him that now was a critical turning point.

He should give it up as soon as possible. After all, according to the current situation, the adult from the Administration has reached the border of Hell's Kitchen.

Scratch is well aware of the weight of the words "three fires" for a new official to take office. The establishment of the Municipal Affairs Bureau and the subsequent municipal cleaning notice are undoubtedly clear signals that the new director intends to change the status quo in Hell's Kitchen.

In this context, the risk of continuing to sell secret medicine, especially the emetics in his hands, is undoubtedly huge.

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

However, the huge profits brought by emetics are coupled with the deep-rooted greed deep in Scratch'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 bit more, there's no rush anyway."

This inner struggle ended after a brief but fierce struggle. In the end, his greed defeated his reason.

"Today is the last batch of goods. I will stop selling them once they are sold out."

Scratch said to himself in his heart, trying to comfort himself with this thought and find a temporary exit for himself.

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

If he gives it a try, the house will be sold, and he can take advantage of the last opportunity to sell it at a higher price.

Scratch Dirtypaw sees this as his chance to save a house from selling emetics.

After making a decision in his mind, he immediately took action, with a "last time" mentality, and started his selling operation today.

Scratch's luck seems to be particularly good. Perhaps because he accurately captured the market demand and his adventurous spirit of daring to raise prices, today's sale went surprisingly smoothly.

Faced with Scratch's price hike, many customers expressed dissatisfaction and some even cursed, but in the end, they willingly took out their debit cards and completed the transaction. This situation is not uncommon in Hell's Kitchen, where demands often mean compromises.

Scratch sells it all the way from the intersection of Ninth Avenue and 42nd Street, to between Ninth Avenue and Tenth Avenue, and then through Rose Street hidden behind the busy block, until along Eleventh Avenue. His figure shuttled among the crowd, selling the emetic in his hand with a smile.

When dusk fell, Scratch finally sold out all the potions. Today's business was extremely hot, which made him a little forgetful.

The so-called "last time" determination that I had just now was like a brief moment of sobriety after an indulgence, quickly replaced by new desires and greed.

At this moment, all reason seemed to be thrown aside, and Scratch was left with only the desire for money and success.

"I'm going to the Whispering Plaza to buy another batch of goods!!!"

After making a decision in his heart, Scratch Dirtypaw's heart was filled with pride and ambition. He could almost imagine the mountains of money he would make from one more trafficking operation, and it made him excited. Driven by this excitement, he hummed a vulgar song and walked briskly towards the Whispering Square.

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

To ordinary passers-by, it's just an ordinary corner of the city, but to goblins like Scratch and others in the know, Whispering Square is a place full of magic and possibility. It exists in the dreamy gap between phases. It is a huge small trading plane, where various rare items and information are exchanged, and all kinds of shady transactions are carried out here.

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At dusk, the sky was dyed a light orange-red, and the junction of 48th Street and Ninth Avenue seemed particularly quiet.

The cunning goblin skillfully walked around the street corner, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly to ensure that he would not be disturbed by uninvited guests.

After confirming that he was safe, he quickly found the materials he had hidden in advance: a bottle filled with moonlight, an unlit spark, a stone soaked in night mist, and a jewel condensed from dreams. .

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

The location Scratch chose was a forgotten land, abandoned and unknown, which fit the environment needed to summon the Whispering Square. He quickly drew a circular array composed of ancient symbols on the ground. Each symbol shone with a mysterious light, which seemed to be more dazzling in the afterglow of dusk.

Afterwards, Scratch stood around the magic circle, holding the four collected elements, and began to chant ancient spells. The mantra echoes on the quiet street corner, in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle of the city in the distance.

It is a plea to the power of the plane to open the passage to the Whispering Square.

In the center of the circle, Scratch placed the four elements on the ground in turn and ignited them with ghost fire.

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

When everything was ready, Scratch closed his eyes and chanted the spell again.

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

Scratch Dirtypaw successfully summoned the door to the Whispering Square. Just when he was about to step into this mysterious space with great expectations, a calm, calm and decisive command broke the silence around him.

"Do it!"

This sudden sound gave Scratch an ominous premonition.

Immediately afterwards, ripples began to appear in the surrounding space, as if the boundary between reality and fantasy was torn apart by some force.

In this twisted wave, five people wearing the Authority's standard field combat uniforms suddenly appeared out of thin air, as if they jumped from the air.

Their appearance quickly changed the original situation, bringing an atmosphere of tension that could not be ignored to this dark street corner.

The leader is a lady with yellow hair. She wears goggles on her head, and her two yellow rabbit ears tremble slightly on the top of her head, giving people a strange sense of vividness.

She was wearing a black Administration uniform, and the lines of the uniform outlined her heroic figure. Her long yellow hair was tied into a ponytail and swayed gently as she moved.

The most eye-catching thing is the rune-filled handgun she holds in her hand. The cold muzzle is pointed directly at Scratch, and the cold light flashes revealing an undoubted threat.

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In this sudden change of situation, before Scratch Dirty Claw had time to react, he was quickly subdued by two law enforcement officers from the Authority, and his body was roughly pressed to the cold hard ground.

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

The leader, the yellow-haired lady, stood in front of Scratch, with the gun in her hand always pointed at him. Her voice was calm and firm, revealing unquestionable authority: "We are from the Municipal Affairs Bureau, don't move!"

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

Scratch raised his head and stared at the gun pointed at him with a dead expression. The fear and despair in his heart surged like a tide.

He now feels very regretful.

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

The goblin merchant thought so.

Then, he was violently beaten unconscious.