Day 2 after failing to pass the level
"Woof?"
puppy?
Adrian, undeterred, continued to probe, barking.
Little dog.
How did he turn into a puppy?!
Adrian stared at his furry hands, or rather, his front paws, which seemed incredible.
What is the game doing?!
He adds various points to turn them into small animals. He admits that puppies are cute, but who is he going to kill with cuteness?
In the previous game, there were all sorts of eccentric NPCs, and the rule of whoever had the biggest fist was the boss. Dogs and cats were animals with limited offensive capabilities.
Adrian didn't want to be part of the trash can.
The important thing is that he wants to max out the Knight's favorability, but the Knight is someone who can be charmed by puppies?
Stray animals roam the streets in packs, and a stray animal that has strayed from the main group is easily noticed. However, Adrian is currently unable to integrate himself into the group of stray animals. With a bleak future in mind, he found a safe route and squeezed himself into a small alley on a street corner.
Reopening might lead to a better situation, but considering the unreliable behavior of game companies, no one can guarantee that things will be worse than they are now.
Adrian's gaze shifted to the game introduction, and without hesitation, he chose the Arkham Knights faction.
How could the protagonist he chose fail?!
Adrian, having discovered information about Arkham Knights' past, was even less likely to give up. Everyone has a certain voyeuristic tendency, and this tendency is amplified infinitely when it comes to those they consider close.
【Arkham Knight Side Quest: Past - Rebirth】
Give up? Absolutely not.
There's no going back now; the game is just a trap for us.
Adrian convinced himself to accept his current identity. He should think about why the puppy could gain favor with the boss, since he had never seen the boss show any preference for small animals since he met him.
The reflection in the puddle revealed its large, pink ears, dark muzzle, and brown-gold fur with black spots. Combined with its tall and imposing physique, Adrian recognized its breed—a German Shepherd.
Perhaps due to recent hardships, the German Shepherd's coat is not very smooth.
The relaxed demeanor of the men and women dressed in brightly colored short-sleeved shirts outside the alley attracted Adrian.
From a third-party perspective, it's just a pitiful dog lying on the ground, wagging its tail incessantly.
Actually, Adrian was thinking about where it was; Gotham, neither its people nor its environment, was as sunny as it seemed.
Adrian compared the system information and system map in detail again, and realized that it was North America.
North America, haha.
Turning him into a puppy is fine, four-wheel drive is sometimes faster than two-wheel drive, but do the game designers understand that puppies have no human rights? He can just raise funds through friendly means and then find any car to catch up with the boss, but he's a dog.
If we miss the opportunity to send the boss back to Gotham, can he get back on four legs?
When Adrian was struggling to find the boss, a blue indicator arrow unexpectedly appeared, rescuing Adrian from his unfinished mission.
Brightly colored buildings stand on the streets, and the entire town is covered with brick-red roofs.
Lagoon is a renowned health resort in Mexico, attracting countless dignitaries and nobles for vacations and recuperation.
At the same time, it also attracts countless assassins and mercenaries to come here to either protect or assassinate high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen.
Pete and his team formed a seemingly complete assassination squad because of the same goal and the same employer.
"Peter, go find a high vantage point. The boss has always said you're a good sniper, and we want to see today what makes your sniping skills so good that the boss praises you."
The young man, known as Peter, had a stubble beard and a gloomy expression, and remained silent in the face of his colleague's provocations.
His blue-green eyes were empty, and his slightly hunched body made him look even more颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, decadence, and apathy).
Pete couldn't stand Peter's listless appearance, and he couldn't stand that someone like Peter could be chosen by the boss.
After just a few missions, he was rewarded with a large amount of money by the boss, rising from a lowly outlaw to a figure with some real power in the gang.
His uncle said that if he could successfully kill the wealthy businessman this time, he could speak well of him to the boss and get him promoted. Pete remained calm.
Then, thinking of Peter's past record, Pete's smile faltered.
He's a big problem.
One of the squad leaders, acting like a lackey, said, "Peter, we're doing this for your own good. Although the big boss made us compete for the positions, we accidentally killed the target first, and you came back empty-handed. We'll lose face in front of the big boss, and we'll feel guilty too."
The young man named Peter looked half-dead. He had previously ignored Pete, but he raised his mouth slightly and said sparingly, "Hmm."
The lackey was displeased: "Peter, where's your basic respect? You're too aloof and unsociable, and the captain's rank is above yours. What do you mean by saying just one word?!"
The sycophantic lackeys, taking advantage of the situation, didn't consider why, from the moment Peter joined the team until now, not a single member of the squad leader's group had shown any inclination to praise him.
But the fact that he treated the big boss's favorite too well made Little Karami's lackey feel intimidated. However, when he received the captain's approving look, his lackey started trembling again.
A lackey who relies on his master's power.
They were chattering incessantly. Ever since leaving the Middle East—no, ever since he woke up—Peter had been experiencing a persistent headache, and their noise was giving him a headache.
The verbal provocation, coupled with the victim's indifference, irritated the henchmen. The captain was also dissatisfied with Peter's indifference, and the one-sided argument eventually escalated into a personal attack.
"You..." The lackey felt as if he had been choked.
The squad leader, whose gun had been pulled from Peter's hand and was pressed against his forehead, raised his hands high: "No, no, no, buddy, Helam didn't do it on purpose. I'm sorry I didn't stop him in time. I'll punish him severely when I get back. Please put down the gun."
"Heilam, you too, put down the gun right now!"
"Boss!!"
Terrified, Hailam gripped his gun tightly, but his expression changed to one of disapproval when he heard the squad leader's order.
Who knows if that cunning and treacherous Peter will break his promise or lie?
Peter paid no attention to the two cannon fodders. Only when the reconnaissance in his earpiece alerted him did Peter put down the gun.
He quickly disarmed Hailam before putting down the gun, and then kissed the squad leader's cheek with his fist, which was as big as a casserole dish.
If you let your dog out to bark, the first person to be punished will be the inactive owner.
Having witnessed Peter's unpredictable temper, the two breathed a sigh of relief after watching him disappear.
Bullets don't have eyes, and they're far from the big boss's headquarters on a mission. Even if Peter, the big boss's favorite, killed them, he could escape retaliation as long as he gave the big boss a suitable explanation.
The squad leader realized it was his mistake; he had misjudged Peter's personality. No normal person would imagine Peter could be so crazy!
Peter, pale-faced, tucked the gun back into his waistband. He had learned how to properly deal with the gang members' provocations after so many times.
Peter took it as a pointless provocation. If it weren't for the hassle of dealing with them on the spot, he would have shoved the gun muzzle into Pete's mouth instead of threatening him.
His uncle behind him? Peter didn't consider whether he knew his nephew's personality and wanted to use him as a tool to kill him.
An uncle who loves his nephew can justify anything he does when faced with the murderer who killed his nephew.
Light as a lonely soul, its spirit detached from its body to examine the world.
Everything was so meaningless.
But why does this lingering obsession remain in his heart? Where does he want to return to? Whom does he want to find?
Peter didn't know.
Sunlight cannot warm the heart, and memories are lost.
Where is the way home?
"Woof! Woof!"
Boss, you look so sad.
Peter looked up, and the sunlight streaming through the window at the corner of the stairs draped the little dog in a golden coat. At that moment, his majestic figure inexplicably made people feel gentle and calm.
It was his voice.
[Favorability +80]
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