Chapter 20 Patrolling the Streets

Author: Yan Youwu

Chapter 20 Patrolling the Streets

Compared with the seriousness of work and business, the breakfast atmosphere of the action team is more like a family sitting together to share and communicate.

In this "family", Leon has a position similar to that of the head of the family, and Old Tom is the older, old-fashioned grandfather in the family. Joseph always has a straight face, but judging from the black humor in his last conversation,

For the time being, it can be positioned as "the sinister brother".

As for Ivy, she is naturally a well-behaved and cute "little daughter" who is deeply loved by the elderly.

Leon was discussing with Old Tom the content published in today's "Hycent Morning News", and Joseph would add a few words from time to time.

Dante and Ivy chatted for a while, mostly with this girl who seemed to have no intentions. He was eating grilled sausages and thinking about random things in his brain.

Well, let’s not talk about the two colleagues who have not returned yet. What position should I belong to as a non-staff member?

He looked around and entered according to the "family identity" that suddenly occurred to him, and then he couldn't help but slightly twitching the corners of his mouth.

I really feel like a "son-in-law" visiting the house for the first time.

"Have you thought of anything happy?" Ivy is indeed a painter, and her observations are particularly keen.

"I just feel that the scene in front of me is something I couldn't imagine in the past."

Dante wasn't lying. Even when he was on Earth, he basically didn't have any friends except getting along with his master.

Even though I'm not very familiar with them when I get here, judging from the few contacts I've had, it seems like the people in the action team can't be called bad people.

Although there is nothing wrong with being cautious when you first come here, whether it is Ivy who always shows good intentions, or Old Tom who is particularly resistant to "his" past experiences,

Although their attitudes towards themselves are different, their actions are actually helping themselves.

Compared with the panic and fear when he first crossed over, he rarely felt a sense of peace and stability during this breakfast.

"The idiots in the House of Representatives are sometimes really incomprehensible. They actually proposed to abolish most of the military factories in the northeast on the grounds of strengthening environmental protection to strengthen soft economic investment in coastal areas."

Old Tom was indignant and said to Lyon: "How many years after peace has we started to give up military industry and turn to economics? Environmental protection?"

Lyon maintained the same view as him: "The Guzman III of the Sures Empire next door will definitely laugh out loud in his dreams."

Dante listened to their conversation quietly. The peace that Old Tom mentioned did not last long, was referring to the war that lasted for eight years and spread to almost the entire Western Continent.

That was initiated by the Federation's close neighbor, the Sures Empire.

But at that time, its name was still the Republic of Sures, a rising star on the continent.

Later, due to the defeat in the war, they were forced to pay a large amount of war indemnities. There was widespread resentment in the country and the opposition was rampant. The military leader Hector Guzman took the opportunity to launch a coup and restore the monarchy.

Today's Guzman III is his grandson, Barwi Guzman, an ambitious young man.

"Our top students, do you have any opinions on this?" Leon turned around and suddenly asked a question.

As a former "senior political scientist", Dante was very calm about this: "It's just a short-sighted decision to stop eating because of choking."

"Oh? Stopping eating because eating is not going well? What a wonderful and interesting metaphor."

Leon raised his eyebrows, looking very interested.

"Even an ordinary person like me knows that giving up military industry means giving up life. No matter how good the economy is, aren't we still making cakes for the other side?"

This time even Old Tom raised his head and said to Dante: "Then what do you think?"

"You have to grasp it with both hands, and you have to be strong with both hands."

Dante made a gesture to strengthen his tone. He didn't mind showing himself properly at this time.

"Another wonderful metaphor." Leon smiled and nodded, "Continue."

"Military industry is a necessary investment that cannot be abandoned at any time. As for revitalizing the economy of coastal areas and continuing to strengthen overseas trade, can't we achieve the same effect?"

Dante gave it up when he felt good, and had no intention of going deeper. He just gave a standard answer that was consistent with that of a "key political scientist".

Leon looked at him deeply and didn't ask any more questions.

Old Tom rolled his eyes: "I thought you would have some shocking ideas next."

Joseph turned his head and asked Ivy in confusion: "Does our Special Investigation Bureau have to take care of these things now?"

"Enjoy the wonderful time of breakfast and discuss something non-work related of course."

Ivy laughed happily, turned to Dante and said, "But those two metaphors are really appropriate."

Leon tapped the table a few times and ended the morning conversation:

"This morning, Joseph took Dante to continue investigating clues about Irving."

He looked at Ivy: "Contact George and the others and ask when they can arrive here."

"Tom, come with me to Nolan City Hall. There are some people who need us to knock on."

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"Where are we going to find clues?"

Dante was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the streets outside which were not crowded but had been seen several times, and couldn't help but turn around and ask.

It had been two full hours since he had been out, and Joseph had been leading him around Nuolan City with no intention of stopping anywhere. The two of them were like policemen and police dogs patrolling the streets.

He walked around this street alone no less than three times!

Even if it's a public car, it shouldn't be used like this.

"The guys from the Truth Sect are like a bunch of rats in the sewers, they are not that easy to find."

Joseph didn't take it seriously, with a cigar in his mouth. He enjoyed the feeling of driving, especially when sitting under his butt was a Litchi luxury car.

"Then we're just going to wander aimlessly like this this morning?"

The strong smell of cigarette smoke made Dante feel motion sick. He opened the car window and poked his head out slightly.

This gesture reminded him inexplicably of the dog emoticons he had collected.

"When George comes from the Teton area, he will bring back the ancient relics you need. At that time, you can use your divination ability."

Joseph blew out a big smoke ring, put out the cigar, and suddenly looked over with some strangeness.

"Will taboos affect your living habits? Your file says that you are fond of tobacco and alcohol."

"Mainly I'm tired of the life I had before."

Dante said something casually. He was a little confused by the smoke. The breeze outside the car window gently ruffled the broken hair on his forehead. The whole person looked like a lonely poet with a decadent temperament.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder you have captured the hearts of so many ladies and girls. Your appearance now makes even me, a man, feel attracted to you."

Joseph's words were very frivolous, but his expression was always so serious, which made Dante feel a little "uneasy" for a while.

While the two were talking, the fighter who loved driving was about to turn around and start a new round of "street patrol" again.

Dante really couldn't bear it. Taking advantage of the opponent's gap to look at the road, he quickly pinched his thumbs a few times, turned around and said helplessly:

"Go to Santa Fea Church, there should be the clues we need."
Chapter completed!