Sixth day after failing to pass the level
"Peter, how come you have a dog now!"
Upon their return, everyone who met Peter asked him the same question, not because they wanted to, but because the dog Peter had introduced as Ali was truly outstanding.
With its golden brown fur and tall, imposing physique, it fulfills every dog lover's fantasy.
Wow, look at his clever ears, look at his sharp eyes.
“Peter, you have to tell me where you found this handsome guy.”
Cherod tried to put his arm around Peter's shoulder but was wary of the puppy, so he reluctantly raised his hand.
“Oh, oh, oh, baby, I’m not coming near,” Cherod whispered. “Peter, tell me quickly, does Ali have any brothers or sisters? You know, I’ve always longed for a strong, loyal dog to protect me since I was a child.”
"Even if there's no genuine one, something similar will do," Cherod said, his eyes burning with desire.
Adrian shook his fur, speaking in a sticky, undefined way, "What baby?"
It shows absolutely no respect for the distance between people and dogs.
When Adrian looked at Cherode from a third-person perspective, the note above his head was surprising, and Adrian couldn't help but look at his boss.
Arkham Knight: Amnesiac Edition
Checking the notes for Cherode again, there are no errors.
It's surprising that the amnesiac leader would still have friends.
Imagine how incredibly lonely Gotham's leader is, with no family or friends whatsoever.
(Deathstroke's background is complex and cannot be considered purely personal; his friends and family cannot be counted.)
Where did the previous Cherode go? There's been no news of him at all.
Is the current leader still considered a leader? He misses the leader who trusted him, doubted him, and whose life was like a Ferris wheel, full of ups and downs.
Adrian was shocked: What was he saying?!
...
Being able to understand a puppy's speech doesn't mean you can know what a puppy is thinking even if it doesn't make a sound.
For example, Peter is now focused on talking to Cherod.
"Don't even think about it, Alibaba is unique."
Peter cruelly rejected Cherod's idea of eating meal replacements, and said, "Didn't you just get an East German dog last month? Can't your excellent champion bloodline satisfy you?"
"How could that be? I just fall in love with every dog I meet, but of course I assure God that I still love my dogs dearly."
Cherod clutched his chest dramatically, earnestly opposing Peter; his love for the puppy was genuine! Genuine love!
“Yes, you just made a mistake that any dog lover would make,” Peter said, his expression relaxing.
Adrian, who was pressed against the boss's thigh, thought to himself: Boss can be so lively sometimes?
Peter and Cherod's conversation continued, but it shifted from casual conversation to work.
Cherode handed Peter a cigarette. "Things' been a bit turbulent in the gang lately. Be careful."
"You have news."
Peter's affirmative tone made Cherod chuckle. "The big boss has decided to hold a banquet as a way to ease tensions with the second boss. Your mission this time must be for the big boss, right?"
Peter remained noncommittal.
Cherode took a drag of his cigarette and said slowly, "No matter what, the big boss and the second boss are family. We small fry shouldn't get involved in their grudges; we're always the ones who get hurt."
"...The big boss has been kind to me and recognized my talent."
Cherod looked at Peter as if he were some kind of human anomaly, and asked, "Are you serious?"
He didn't know that his friend was actually a blindly loyal person. Cherod's lips twitched, and his conscience ached a little. He shouldn't have doubted Peter.
"Fine, if you're willing to be loyal, don't go down this path to the bitter end. The big boss is getting old and has no children, so it's tough for us too..."
"Woof woof woof," get your dirty hands off me!
Adrian was speechless at the lack of manners of dog lovers. "Is it your dog that you can touch it?"
"Alibaba is being far too cautious."
Cherod looked embarrassed and withdrew his hand that had been itching to reach out.
Good dog, I want it even more. Cherod watched Peter press his palm against the puppy's head to soothe its ticklish palm.
Peter frowned. "Ali doesn't like being touched. If he bites off his hand next time, it's none of my business."
"Is he that fierce? Does he really have no other siblings?"
Cherod persisted, pressing Peter to reveal that his dog paradise was missing just one brave dog.
Peter emphasized, "Unique."
"Woof," unique.
Adrian agreed.
"Alright, you two are the perfect match. The big boss wants to see you at 2 PM this afternoon, don't forget."
Cherod regained his energy; the puppy he couldn't have was the sweetest, or perhaps other people's puppy was the sweetest, which could only beautify Ali in his memory.
Cherode sighed, wondering if there was any information he had missed.
"It probably doesn't matter if I can't remember," Cherod hesitated.
By the time he remembered, Peter had already left with his puppy.
Even their backs have disappeared.
He comforted himself that the big boss wouldn't let Peter go to waste. With so many Pignov nephews, it was normal for one or two to die. Besides, in their line of work, anyone who dared to stand against the second boss and oppose the big boss, whether it was his nephew or him, deserved to die.
Peter was unaware of Cherod's inner thoughts; he and Ali were facing a major crisis.
ask:
What if we run into the protagonist who we spied on yesterday (scratch that), and who we unexpectedly learned about yesterday's complicated love relationship?
Another question:
The protagonist of the illicit relationship is caring for her powerful husband, but what should she do when her mistress and her father are also there?
Peter hated that his ears were too sensitive, especially familiar with the voices of the big boss's close associates.
Peter never imagined that the dramatic events that should happen to the wealthy would occur with a big boss.
This specifically criticizes the entertainment newspaper that Deathstroke gave him while recounting his past, featuring a story about a wealthy vigilante.
Lost in thought, Peter didn't notice that he had grabbed the dog's leash, and Adrian, understanding the boss's feelings, simply placed his strong paws on the dog's feet.
Peter, brought to his senses by the weight of the claws, finds the big boss questioning him.
"Peter, you have a dog? Good taste, he's handsome."
The elderly man, sitting in a wheelchair, had a jacquard blanket covering his legs. Despite the torment of old age and illness, his sharp eyes remained undiminished.
Those are eyes that never age.
Adrian sticks to the boss, the boss's boss is quite something.
Peter: "We meet on the road, God has guided us to meet one another, and it would be a pity not to take care of them."
“Our new king believes in God? The blood on your hands doesn’t say that.”
Peter glanced at it and realized it was number three. No wonder his words were so unpleasant.
Sean continued to sow discord, "Your uncle values you because of your abilities, not because you're good at flattering. Although your uncle and we are devout Christians who believe in God, we respect freedom of religion. On the contrary, those who lie and fawn are not trustworthy and do not deserve God's forgiveness."
Peter, a liar: ...
Veronica, a serial liar: ...
The lying boss: ...
The second boss, a master of lies: ...
Adrian: Who should I pick?
A cold wind swept across everyone's cheeks, like a silent slap.
Standing behind the second boss, Sean couldn't see his father's dark face. His lover felt guilty, and seeing that Peter and the big boss didn't react, he even wanted to continue making a big fuss about the issue of faith.
This was intended to make the big boss, a "devout" believer, dislike Peter.
Seeing that the boss's good manners were about to crumble, the second boss could no longer contain himself and shouted, "Shut up, you idiot!"
He then said to the big boss, "Brother, it's inevitable that children will use the wrong methods when they're jealous and trying to show off. I blame myself for spoiling him too much in the past. When we get back today, I'll put him in confinement until he's thought things through."
Peter interjected, "A kid in his thirties? That's too young."
Adrian: "Woof," Yeah.
Peter gave Adrian an admiring look.
The second boss's face stiffened. He punched Sean with his backhand and roared, "Apologize to Peter now!"
Sean, feeling wronged and unable to express his grievances, said, "I'm sorry, Peter, I misspoke."
Peter didn't answer but observed the boss's expression. The boss, who maintained the demeanor of an elder, signaled to Peter that it was okay.
Peter accepted the apology and said insincerely, "This time it was me, but next time it might not be so easy to get along with others. Remember to think twice before you act when you're out and about."
Sean: He endured it.
The second boss didn't want to see his stupid son make foolish mistakes again, so he sent him out to pick someone up.
“Brother, Pignov has been crying to me about how his nephew went on a mission with Peter and never came back, dying under mysterious circumstances.”
“He is determined to get justice, but Peter is also an outstanding new member of our family, and my eldest brother values him highly. It’s not a good situation for me.”
The second boss looked at the first boss, who seemed extremely troubled. It was a fact that he was on a mission, and it was also a fact that someone died. He should admit defeat, brother.
The big boss remained silent and said to Peter, "What's the little guy's name and how old is he?"
Peter replied, "His name is Adrian, and he's a little over a year old."
The big boss didn't care about Peter's answer, "Let me touch him. I'm too old to care about much. Whoever makes me unhappy, I'll make them unhappy too."
The pointed remark made the second boss lose face. He wanted to shake his elder brother's wheelchair and roar wildly, "What do you mean by not being able to care too much? What do you mean by being unhappy?"
Say it!
What are you pretending for? To outsiders, you're cowardly and only care about your immediate safety. To insiders, you suppress dissidents, using subtle methods to torture them until they're disgraced and then drag them out to be shot.
Thinking about everything that had happened in the past two years, the second boss was so angry he almost fainted.
Coward! Bully only when you're in the same boat!
The puppy couldn't understand human speech or read human expressions, so it just pretended to be obedient and docile, squatting half-down next to the big boss.
Boss, oh boss, he sacrificed so much.
"thump."
"Boss, you have to do justice for me! My poor little Pete, do you remember him? You even patted his head back then. My little Pete, you died so unjustly."
The obese middle-aged man knelt on the ground, glaring at Peter. "It's all his big boss's fault! He killed Peter! Kill him! I want him to pay for my poor little Pete's life!"
Peter scoffed dismissively: "Do you have any proof that I killed Pete? Even though he was hypocritical and petty, I wouldn't kill him during a mission. If I'm going to kill someone, I'll do it openly and honestly, without making excuses."
“You, you, you…” Pignov’s face turned red with anger.
"Boss, please stand up for me!"
"I'd like to ask the big boss to severely punish you for slandering me. You? Hmph."
Peter glanced at Pignov and gave him a look of contempt and sarcasm.
The boss stopped Pignov from continuing his wailing, "Alright, Pignov, life and death are preordained on the battlefield. If you have any evidence, produce it instead of slandering your teammates who are on a mission."
The big boss practically made it clear what kind of death Pete had. He said that life and death are matters of fate when carrying out missions, and that it's ridiculous to drag teammates into it. How can they fight like this in the future?
Pignov was overjoyed; he had finally heard those words.
"Yes, I have evidence. Peter and Peter's teammate, Helam, is a witness."
Second Boss: "Then why don't you call them out?"
Peter: Who is Helam? How come he doesn't know he has such a teammate?
Peter recognized the man and remembered that his name was Helam.
After straightening up from his hunched position, Hailam was not much different from a spirited young man, except that he was more composed than the boisterous youth.
"Good afternoon, boss. My name is Helam, and I'm Pete and Peter's teammate."
"I'm going to report to the big boss that Mr. Pignov bribed his subordinates to give false testimony and slander Peter. Peter wasn't killed by Peter at all; it was Mr. Pignov who killed him!"
Pigenov: ! !
"What did you say, you little brat? How dare you slander me?"
After saying that, Pignov suddenly got up from the ground and punched Hailam.
The quick-witted Helam immediately hid behind Peter and grabbed him tightly, shouting, "Help! Someone is trying to assassinate the big boss!"
Assassination? What assassination?!
The bodyguard, disguised as a bodyguard, took the lead and subdued the assailant, Pignov. He was the one who made the most dangerous move, twisting the man's arm behind his back and pressing him into the grass without thinking twice.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
The big boss looked at the large group of bodyguards who had arrived in droves. The once lush and neat lawn was now a mess, like a beautiful face covered with black lines, no longer perfect.
"That's enough, what kind of behavior is this?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it completely silenced the chaotic scene.
"Pignov, what do you have to say? Do you need more evidence?"
Pigenov, who had been pressed into the turf, struggled to lift his face. "Boss, I'm innocent! It was Hailam who killed him. It has nothing to do with me. I was just following the orders of the second boss..."
"Shut his mouth."
The moment Pignov mentioned the second boss, the first boss gave the order at the same time.
He said meaningfully to the second boss, "Second brother, you have a bad eye for people. Take him away and deal with him."
The bodyguards who knew the big boss were as reliable as ever. Pignov didn't miss a single word and was dragged away by the bodyguards with their necks twisted. Their ruthless and skilled methods were frightening.
"Brother is right. I'm not good at judging people and I need your help to make an eye for them."
The second boss forced out each word of weakness through gritted teeth; he had lost this round again.
...
The second boss, his expression grim, could no longer stay and rudely left the lawn, ignoring Sean's calls from behind.
The big boss said, "The second son is still short-tempered and impatient. He runs away at the slightest setback. What should we do?"
He seemed very sad. After so many years of brotherhood, through thick and thin, supporting each other in our youth, the second brother who refused to reveal his whereabouts even after being tortured half to death by the enemy had changed.
The third brother died early, leaving him and the second brother to commit evil deeds.
No one noticed that for a moment the boss's clear and sharp eyes became cloudy, and a hint of dejection appeared.
Those present couldn't answer the big boss. Hailam had already retreated after Pignov was dragged away, Peter was a subordinate, and Veronica was a gift from the partnership; none of them had the right to speak.
Adrian, who witnessed everything: The boss's boss is ruthless.
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