Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

When the nobles of Dutata City were summoned to the unrecognizable lord's mansion to "welcome" the newly appointed Lord Colson, the shocked detective Pearson Stanford accidentally bumped into an old friend in the city hall of Dutata City.

"Munch?!"

Seeing the man with a pipe in his mouth laughing and extending his right hand, Detective Stanford was stunned, and then remembered to get up and shake hands with him.

"It's too messy here, let's go to your place to talk." Agent Monk smiled and raised his chin in the direction of the Department of Security.

The Inadrians are taking over the city hall, and all the people who were tied up by the undead are being held together. Those who have not been attacked by the undead are called by the Inadrians one by one for questioning, asking the department, and registering their families. Afterwards, he was declared free to move about, but he had to report to the city hall before [-]:[-] tomorrow morning, otherwise he would be deemed to have resigned automatically.

Detective Stanford had just completed the registration and was about to leave after repeated inquiries that he could move freely. He did not expect to meet Monk.

The two agents left the noisy main building of the city hall and came to the relatively quiet wing of the Department of Public Security.

Sitting down on the bench by the corridor, Agent Monk handed his tobacco box to Stanford, and Stanford naturally took it, took out his own pipe, and filled it with a handful of shredded tobacco from the box , struck a match and lit the tobacco.

"It's the red candle from the Baroness's tobacco farm. It still smells the same." After taking two puffs of cigarettes, Stanford exhaled forcefully, as if he wanted to exhale the depression in his chest and the smoke rings out of his chest and lungs.

"Yes. The baroness's territory is gone, and the two manors in Yongwang territory have also been sold to others. Now only the tobacco farm is left to make ends meet. This year's tobacco production is much more than in previous years, and it is much cheaper. Even A poor man like me can afford it." Agent Monk laughed.

"...It sounds like a lot of things happened to Inadoli." Agent Stanford's mouth twitched slightly.

"It can't be blamed on others. Who told the baroness to attack our civil servant, Ms. Shirley, and was caught by Mr. Yang." Agent Monk said indifferently.

Baroness Virgil is a senior VIP member of the Tobacco Club, and their family's tobacco farm provides a large amount of tobacco for the Tobacco Club; but compared to her love for shredded tobacco and her sense of identity with members of the same club, for Agent Monk Obviously, the civil servants who are also part of the city hall are more important.

Stanford vaguely remembered what it meant to be a civil servant at Inadoli, and shut his mouth wisely... He didn't want to judge whether Charlie Rex used the former prostitute right or wrong, and he didn't want to discuss this kind of thing with anyone at all. topic.

"It stands to reason that it is impossible for our undead friends to intimidate you, but you seem to be frightened?" Agent Monk half-jokingly said.

Detective Stanford's mouth twitched again...

Undead friends...well.

"About an hour and a half ago, I left here. I was going to go to the outer city from South Street, and go to the South Gate to see what's going on." Agent Stanford said with a wry smile.

Agent Monk let out an "oh", expressing his understanding - it was indeed a bit of bad luck to enter South Street at that time.

Agent Stanford smiled wryly and shook his head.

An hour and a half ago, Agent Stanford, who was running towards the south gate, bumped into the National Guard who had just entered the inner city before leaving the Midtown; Many undead came out, cheering and rushing towards the defense team...

In front were the garrison army and the undead army that had already been handed over, and behind them were an endless stream of uncountable undead. Stanford, who was blocked in the battlefield, was really frightened at that time—even if these undead He would not deliberately attack him, but the sword has no eyes after all!

At a critical moment, the residents of the apartment building facing the street opened the door urgently and called the detectives into the house to hide, thus avoiding disaster.

Next...Stanford detectives and several passers-by who also received help from well-meaning residents enjoyed the heroic fighting style of Tarantan's undead fighting, robbing and kidnapping from the first scene...

The two old friends chatted and smoked for a while, then Agent Monk put away his pipe and got up, and said to Stanford with a smile: "If there is no accident, we will be new colleagues from tomorrow, Pearson. Although the city hall does not New employees will be asked to go to work early, but I think, you will definitely not mind helping me with half a day's free labor...Of course, I will treat you to a sumptuous dinner later in return."

Detective Stanford knew that Monk wanted him to integrate into the "Inadrian system" as soon as possible, so he slapped his chest with great energy.

Regardless of who was the new overlord, Detective Stanford needed the sheriff's job to support his family—his children were in private classrooms, and the weekly tuition was a hefty sum.

Twenty or ten minutes later, Agent Stanford came to the port area together with a large group of agents and operators from Innatrix.

The port area is one of the most chaotic neighborhoods among the five outer districts. Half of the underground gangs in Du Tata City are squatting in the southern district, and the other half are fooling around here.

"Lead the way, Pearson, go to the place where gang members gather. Our undead friends should have already achieved results. Hurry up and clean up before it's too late." Agent Monk stretched his arms and said.

Agent Stanford: "...huh?"

At the request of Agent Monk, even though Agent Stanford was at a loss, he could only lead the gang to the fixed activity area of ​​​​the gang members he knew.

First of all, Fa Yuen Street.

Even in the port area, Huayuan Street can be regarded as a rather bad street; it is full of bars and pubs, and there are also gray industries such as brothels, brothels, casinos, underground usury, pawnshops, etc. high incidence.

Crossing the path and entering Huayuan Street, Agent Stanford was shocked on the spot...

The entire Huayuan Street is full of undead.

When many agents and operators arrived, the undead were dragging people out of many stores with fancy neon signs.

Sewage flowed sideways, and on the ground where garbage was everywhere, there were lined up gangsters with bruised noses and swollen faces and disheveled clothes that could not be seen at a glance.

The nearby store has been quite quiet, obviously being violently run over by the undead; the distance seems to be still struggling, and there are curses, screams, and the sound of doors or windows being destroyed from time to time.

"start work!"

Monk waved to Stanford and headed into the nearest store.

Agent Inadoli and the operators who followed seemed to be very familiar with this kind of scene, and went separately into the building along the street with a narrow facade.

Stanford wiped off his sweat, and hurriedly followed the footsteps of his old buddy Monk.

The first store on Fa Yuen Street is a pawn shop that looks like it is doing business seriously.

But in fact, from employees to accountants and bosses, they are all gangsters; they basically don’t do business with individual customers, and they don’t accept tattered clothes and quilts pawned by poor ghosts; they only accept those brought by prostitutes or casino thugs "Regular customers", from real estate to land to antique jewelry and even living people, are accepted.

Monk stepped into the store through the door broken by the undead, entered the counter with ease, opened the drawer that the undead had turned over, took out the thick journal, put it in the file bag and packed it; Find the boss's office, the account book, the safe, and the correspondence...

Detective Monk kept the evidence, and under the demonstration of another detective, Stanford learned to count the captives captured by the undead, and loaded the gang who had been taught a lot into the truck, and sent them to the prison in batches. pull……

When I counted an underground loan shark, I followed Agent Monk into Stanford, who was familiar with the process, and was horrified to find... there were still a few undead prying open the door in the basement of this loan shark.

Detective Monk took Stanford to stand aside, and reminded the old man intimately: "When doing things here, you must remember one thing, that is, don't compete with our undead friends. For example, the undead are arresting people. Sometimes, we can watch the excitement as long as we can, but don’t even think about going up to help, our undead friends will be unhappy, and maybe they will attack you back.”

Agent Stanford: "..."

"Of course, if you are providing tools to the undead, or assisting them a little bit, then there is no problem." Agent Monk looked around, picked up the crowbar that someone left in the corner of the tunnel, and walked towards that place. A few undead who were still studying how to break the door handed it over.

"Damn, I'm so stupid, I should look for tools first, fortunately there is an NPC prompting!" The player holding the steel knife to pry the door slapped his head, took the crowbar, and slapped the door crack crowded.

Soon, the door of the basement was pried open, and several undead, who were blocked for a while, rushed in excitedly, and then there were screams like slaughtering pigs...

Detective Stanford watched stiffly as the group of undead turned their lair upside down, looted all the gold, silver and jewels, and tied up people and carried them away...

After the undead left, Monk led Stanford in to collect the evidence, and continued to explain to the old man: "In addition to not easily interfering with the undead's busy affairs, the spoils of war are also a big obstacle for them. Any criminals captured by them, The criminal dens that were confiscated by them, we let them search by default."

"...what if someone behaved carelessly and was misunderstood as trying to take their spoils?" Stanford said.

Monk said calmly: "It will become their new captive and spoil of war."

Stanford: "..."

"Don't worry, accidentally becoming a prisoner and a spoil of war will not be life-threatening, but will suffer a little and lose face." Monk smiled, "All the prisoners will be sent to us, or Waiting for our people to receive it. Our undead friends don't deal with captives at will, they care more about this than we think."

Agent Stanford: "..."

He suddenly remembered that not long ago when he was trapped in the apartment facing the South Street and was forced to be a live audience in the battle where the undead army wiped out the garrison, the undead seemed to have no idea about the ownership of the disarmed garrison soldiers. It's very important, it seems that they almost fought over a captured officer...

Detective Stanford's mood was very complicated—how should I put it, these undead always gave him a feeling that they seemed dangerous and cruel, but they didn't seem so dangerous and cruel.

More than a hundred agents and operators worked hard for almost two hours before finally cleaning up the battlefield on Huayuan Street.

Detective Monk arranged for people to send the last group of gang members away, and ordered people to seal off the entire Huayuan Street, strictly prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving, and led Stanford to run non-stop, treating the cleaners who were not captured by the undead, Cooks, errands, waitresses, prostitutes, etc. were gathered in the two better-preserved bars.

After finally finishing the street, Agent Monk wiped his sweat pantingly and said, "Okay, Ms. Mia will come to take over the people here, let's move on to the next one."

Stanford looked at the list of prisoners, frowned and said, "There are more than this number of gangsters active in this street, and it seems that many have escaped... Should we keep some people here?"

"It's not so easy for people who are targeted by our undead friends to escape." Agent Monk laughed.

Stanford looked at Monk suspiciously. These gangsters are all locals anyway, and even local agents like them are not so easy to catch when they hide deliberately. Where does Monk's excessive confidence in the undead come from? ?

It was only when he came to Nail Street, another street in the port area known for its prosperity and mingling, that Stanford understood where Munch's confidence came from...

As soon as the team of operators entered Iron Nail Street, they saw dock workers who had just finished work everywhere on the street.

Tieding Street is a commercial street in the Sailor District, full of hotels, taverns, low-end restaurants, and roadside stalls that receive foreign guests; because it is very close to the wharf, there are also various shops selling second-hand ship parts, selling Second-hand weapons and equipment shops, blacksmith shops, leather goods shops, fishing gear shops, etc.

A lot of undead appeared on this street, but it did not cause panic... What happened in the central city has already been passed on, and the locals know that Dutata City will become the same as Innatrix City in the future; Although there is some vague rejection and dissatisfaction, most people can still maintain emotional stability.

The undead moving in groups did not show any aggressiveness towards passers-by, but just made a weird gesture that seemed to be snapping their fingers, gesturing towards passers-by in an impolite way.

Stanford had seen the undead making the same gestures at him, and was about to ask Monk what they were doing, when he saw... a group of undead just passing by them, some of them suddenly moved with lightning speed. , whirlwind into a tavern.

There were short screams in the tavern, and the sound of collisions with tables and chairs.

Some drinkers were frightened and ran out of the tavern in a hurry; while the undead blocking the door of the tavern ignored these people, and would give way at will when the drinkers passed by.

Soon, the undead rushed into the tavern and dragged the two of them out happily; joined their companions, and carried them to the operator's team neatly...

Agent Stanford watched dumbfounded as Agent Monk accepted the two as usual, and said a few incomprehensible words to the undead, and the undead then turned and left, continuing to gesture to passers-by...

After the group of undead walked a little farther away, Stanford couldn't help but look at the two people who were caught on the spot.

Both of them wore inconspicuous caps, and the quality of their clothes looked like ordinary workers' attire, but their bodies were obviously stronger than ordinary workers, their faces were flushed, and their cheeks were plump. Tall workers are much better off.

Stanford looked up stiffly at Monk.

Monk asked the two dejected guys to be carried into the carriage, and smiled heartily at Stanford: "Our undead friends have a special way to identify their identities. When it comes to hunting and arresting people, there is no one more suitable than the undead." It's gone."

Stanford: "..."