Keeper Program

The alley smelled damp and cold, and the clotheslines and coarse clothes were dangling.Joseph Daly hid on the balcony on the second floor, the muzzle of his rifle passed through the gaps in the pile of debris, vigilantly monitoring possible enemies.

He let out a cold breath, and his vision began to dim.He was thirsty, burning thirst in his throat.

Joseph suddenly wanted to drink some wine.

I am too old and too tired.Maybe just a little alcohol to warm me up and I'll be able to pick myself up again.

No, no.You're not the same, Joseph, he told himself.Just like this gun.

He fondled the new rifle with rare care.When Corporal Dali was still young, to load ammunition, he had to bite open the oiled paper bag, pour the bullets and gunpowder in, and then compact it with a cleaning rod to complete a shot.

At that time, his back was as straight as a bamboo pole, he had piercing brown eyes, thick black curly hair, and a neat and masculine beard.

It's just that fate made a bad joke with him, and the former corporal Dali became Joseph the vagabond.

Like a sugar cane that has been crushed and left as garbage by the roadside, he thought.

Until Colonel Harken found him—

Slap.He had never heard such a sound as a golden pound fell into a broken china cup.

"You have wounds on your face, veteran. What did they do to you?"

"It was my fault that I stole the bread," he answered.

"That's their law, not ours," replied Colonel Harken.

"...the country is so rich that it won't give a penny to the soldiers who gave everything for it. Why should we obey their laws when we have nothing to do with its splendor?"

So the colonel gave him a gun, and a reason to fight again:

Every betrayed soldier should be compensated.And what Joseph has to do is to take the other four brothers, cause some turmoil in the city, and distract the police.

Taking advantage of the chaos in Silvermist City, Colonel Harken would bring his most reliable men to ransack the Royal Mint. By the time Tiaozi figured out what happened, they would have already left the world with gold bars.

As long as this vote is completed, these veterans can stay away from this continent and go to the new world to spend their old age in peace.

Warm islands, dream-like blue waters, beautiful sunsets and palm trees, endless rum and the rest of your life...

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the beautiful fantasy.

Suddenly, one hand covered his mouth from behind, and the other grabbed his right arm, making the veteran unable to make a sound or pull the trigger to alert his teammates.

Complete suppression.He was terrified, but at a loss for what to do.

"Shh... Mr. Daly, I want to talk to you alone."

A familiar voice sounded beside his ears, and Joseph froze.

And the hands holding him on the opposite side slowly released, turned around, and in front of him was a young face, dark eyes, and that familiar hat...

Edgar Wyccolo.

Just, why did he appear here?

"Are you... an agent of the God Investigative Bureau?"

The other party nodded.

Heh, I didn't expect that the young man who saved me this morning turned out to be a crow.

Destiny... how long are you going to play tricks on me, a bad old man?

"You appear here with a gun in your hand, why exactly?" asked the boy.

"Someone hired me to rob a pharmacy." The veteran quibbled.

"But the pharmacy has not lost any property. Tell me, please, what is the real object of Colonel Curus Harken?"

He knows what we're doing.Joseph sighed sadly.

"I won't say it. Do it, boy, and let me die with dignity."

He puffed out his chest, closed his eyes and wished for death.

"What if I came to help you?"

"Help us?"

What the hell is this young man talking about?

"This is a suicide operation. Your colonel underestimated the security forces in this city. There is still an emergency force in the hands of the Gods Bureau. Once it is dragged by it, the garrison and the agents who come to support will block all your The escape route, within three to ten minutes at most, the Royal Society's aerial gunboat will arrive, no matter where your goal is, it is doomed to fail."

"So what, we have nothing. Failure can take nothing from us."

"Lots of people will die, Mr. Daly. Dedicated people, innocent citizens, your comrades, and Colonel Harken, do you think he will surrender?"

Probably never.He will fight until the last moment, until the blood is flowing.

Corporal Dali closed his eyes in pain.

"There is still room for redemption. I will find a way to ensure that Colonel Harken and your brothers do not go to the gallows... as long as they have not committed an irreparable crime. But before that, I must know his goal Where is it?"

"Will you trust me, Mr. Joseph Daly?"

……

Inside the mint, the hostages were neatly bundled into a row.They knelt in a corner, shivering, praying in low voices.

Fortunately, no one dared to resist in front of the veterans with live ammunition, otherwise Colonel Harken would definitely shoot.

Maybe I shouldn't be here.Dr. Rowan lowered his head and put the mask on his face tighter.But what could he do?Colonel Harken had saved his life, and he would pay it back.

"Colonel, what should we do with the vault gate?" A veteran stepped forward and asked.

The cold steel gate firmly sealed the gold bars inside, like an unbreakable bunker.

"Which one of you has the key?" the colonel asked in a low voice, and the crowd fell silent.

"I'll count to three, as long as no one speaks, someone will be shot."

He stretched out three fingers.

"three."

Most of these people are plainly dressed, and they are obviously just minting workers. Maybe the person who is actually in charge of the keys is not here.Rowan knew that such a person would only come once or twice a week.

"two."

"Colonel..." Luo Wen finally couldn't bear it, and said in a low voice.

"one."