Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 200: Jungle Law

The lobby on the first floor was dimly lit and smelled of alcohol and sweat. There were several old sofas and tables in the lobby, and a few soldiers were playing cards. When Catherine came in, Alan could not see the respect the soldiers had for their superiors. Instead, someone boldly cast their gaze on the girl's chest. However, the man screamed miserably in the next moment. Blood gushed out of his eyes. The other soldiers shook their heads and spat at him, "Rookie, rookie who doesn't know whether to die or not."

Catherine then asked, "Where is your officer, Marca?"

Soldier, look at me, look at you, I don't seem to know where the officer went. At this moment, the lighting in the lobby creaked as if due to the unstable voltage, and the light suddenly dimmed.

Catherine's lips curled into a smile.

"Maka "

Alan, who was standing behind her, was shocked when he heard this. Following which, a figure flickered, as if someone had pounced down from the ceiling. The man grabbed Catherine's chest with one hand, and was about to grab the soft chest wrapped in the military uniform. However, the black military uniform that was spreading death in front of him turned into Alan, who had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

Catherine disappeared into thin air at some unknown time.

The lights flashed, and as the light and darkness intertwined, several collisions and the man's muffled snorts resounded in the lobby. The air currents collided and formed cyclones, forcing Allen and the others to retreat in the direction of the door. They could not see clearly what was happening in front of them. They saw two black shadows entangling, colliding, separating, and repeating each other. After two rounds, it ended with a loud thud.

Only then did the lights in the lobby brighten up.

Catherine pressed down on the back of the man's hand with one hand, almost breaking the man's palm, presenting a shocking angle. The girl raised her feet high and her military boots were stepping on a man's face, almost stepping half of his face into the ground. Moreover, this strength was gradually increasing. The sound of bones creaking made Allen and the other soldiers' hearts skip a beat.

"What a pity " Even though he was stepped on, the man still managed to speak reluctantly, and looked up with his eyes sideways. "If only Major General was wearing a skirt today "

"Maka, I should have said that next time, you won't just break your finger. This time, say goodbye to your wrist." Catherine said expressionlessly, turning her hand and breaking it. The back of the man's hand instantly touched his own arm, and the wrist bone had been forcefully crushed by the girl.

The man was so painful that tears and saliva flowed out of his nose, but there was still a forced smile on his lips. "Fortunately, I thought my head would be crushed this time."

The smile on Catherine's face gradually widened. "No, I will only break your legs the next time I fail. But if I fail again, I will really crush your head."

"At least one more chance." The man grinned.

Catherine lifted her foot, and the man got up from the ground and looked at Ellen and the others, "So, this is a recruit?"

"Sort of."

"Is there anything special you need to tell me?"

"They are the people the general wants, especially this" Catherine walked behind Allen, her little face leaning against his cheek and licking Allen's lips. "You can't hurt their lives, there's nothing else you need to pay attention to."

Alan wiped his cheeks as hard as he could. It was as if he had been swept by a snake with a snake letter just now. He almost drew his saber and attacked. Catherine put away her smile and walked towards the door. "They're yours, Marca. And "

"Let me give you a piece of advice. If you want a woman, you'd better change your target. I'm not easy to mess with, and even if you get me, you'll find that I don't have much fun."

'"Thank you for your advice, Major General," Maka saluted with her other hand. "But my interest is a little special."

"Be careful not to let it take your life." Catherine glanced at Ellen, and the Underworld River in her eyes surged as she left.

"Alright, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Lieutenant Maka, the officer of these guys. Of course, I also include you now." "We have a tradition," Marca grinned as she supported her arm, which had its wrist broken by Catherine. "Every recruit reported has to be tested, usually as long as they can defeat any one of them. But you guys "

'"Since Major General Catherine personally brought them here, they must be big shots. Then we have to knock down all the people in this building. Don't be afraid, there aren't many of them. There are only a hundred people living in this building." Maka didn't know whether it was the pain of fractures or the distortion of her mind. The smile on her face became incomparably crazy.

Alan also noticed that there were more soldiers around him. There were also people coming down the stairs, and there were even people closing the lobby door. Everyone revealed malicious smiles. "Looks like this welcoming ceremony is really a bit grand," he exhaled and said to Wilick and the others behind him.

Wilick clenched his fists and said, "That's right."

"Go." Maka shouted softly as he retreated, and soon the gap was filled by the soldiers who were spreading the word of death.

The next day, when Catherine arrived at the dormitory, she found that only half of the door was left, and the other half had long since disappeared. The doorframe fell and twisted, and the lobby window was smashed into pieces. The scene inside was even more messy, with the sofa toppling over, the tables scattered, and the ground walls stained with blood. The lobby was exceptionally quiet. The faces of the soldiers entering and leaving the hall were covered in bruises, causing Catherine's smile to grow thicker and thicker.

"Oh, isn't this Major General Catherine? She's here so early." Lieutenant Marca passed through half the door and bandaged his right hand. It looked like Marca hadn't participated in yesterday's gang fight. The injuries on her body were also caused by Catherine.

"You seem to get along well with the recruits," Catherine said coolly.

"Men should use their fists to increase friendship. However, Major General, you really brought a few ruthless characters. Yesterday, my soldiers repaired quite a bit." Maka whistled as she looked at the frozen blood around her.

"Cut the crap. Go get Alan and tell him I'll wait for him outside the building." Catherine turned around and left.

Until she disappeared from the building's entrance, Marca was reluctant to withdraw her gaze from her butt. Then, she casually tugged at a passing soldier and shouted, "Scram up and call Sergeant Allen down."

A minute later, Ellen saw Catherine outside the building. The latter waved his finger at him in the car, "Get up quickly, General Luson wants to see you."

Allen's face was slightly bruised, the corners of his mouth were slightly swollen, and he suffered some injuries. Katherine drives in the driveway: "Now you should know something about the spread of our deaths."

"Indeed, if it weren't for the fact that the strongholds were covered with death badges, I would have thought I was staying in Black Street. Don't you have any order?" Alan shook his head. He couldn't figure out how such a legion had become the elite army of the Federation.

"Who said no?" "There's only one rule for death transmission," Kathleen said. "The strong dominate the weak. Marca can't beat me, so he has to obey. Even if I tell him to die, he won't hesitate for a second. But if he beats me one day, I have to listen to him. Even if he wants me to strip naked and let him play in public, I'll do it."

"However, this kind of thing will never happen."

"So you're following the law of the jungle?" Alan said.

"What's wrong with the law of the jungle? The strong survive and the weak are eliminated. There is no room for the weak to survive in this battlefield."

Allen looked at her and suddenly said, "What about you, do you have anyone you want to knock down?"

"Of course I'm here." Catherine raised her head. In front of her was the command building of Shadow Stronghold. The building was shaped like a steeple and soared straight up. Catherine looked in the highest direction and whispered, "The man I want to knock down is on the top floor of the building."

From what she said, Alan probably knew who she wanted to defeat.

He was having breakfast when he saw Russen. The general's breakfast could only be described as sumptuous. A long square table was filled with everything from desserts such as vegetable salads and juices to staples such as barbecue steaks and bread. Russen held a knife and fork in his hand and quickly put food into his mouth. When Alan and Catherine came in, he just nodded and said succinctly to the two chairs nearby, "Sit down and eat together."

Catherine sat impolitely to the side, and with a hook of her finger, a silver bowl of salad flew into her hand. After quickly sweeping through the salad and vegetables in the bowl, she pulled over a plate of roasted meat. She didn't know what kind of beast's steak it was and roasted it well. The steak was still dripping with blood, but Catherine only poured the sauce from a silver bottle beside her, cut the steak into pieces with a knife, and put them one by one into the little mouth with a fork.

"What, did you have breakfast?" Russen raised his head and asked. He had just eaten a steak and his mouth was stained with blood. He was like a ghost.

Alan shook his head.

'"Then what are you waiting for? If you don't act, you'll be eaten by Catherine and me." Russen smiled sinisterly.

Alan sat down and ate the juice and bread. Lu Sen shook his head and said, "Little brat, there is no food that falls from the sky for nothing. If you want to eat, you have to use your own hands to snatch it. If you eat like this, you will be hungry when everything is cleaned by Catherine and me. Today you are hungry, and tomorrow you may starve to death."

Alan seemed to understand something and ate up three or two mouthfuls of bread. He reached out to grab a plate of roasted meat and ate it. Russen nodded. The three of them let go of the food and chewed. Finally, they swept the table clean.

Russen exhaled and wiped his mouth and face with a wet towel before he stood up and said, "Breakfast is over. Now let's get down to business. Tell me, boy, what did you think yesterday?"

"If I give you the skill of the Flame Fighting Rifle, will the general let us go back?" Alan asked directly.

'"Listen, I don't like bargaining. But I can make an exception for you. Leave behind the Firearm technique and your two friends can leave. But you can't. I need you to develop other magical weapons for our legion." Lu Sen put his hand on Ellen's shoulder and said, "Listen. I don't like bargaining. I need you to develop other magical weapons for our legion."

"In that case, I wonder if the general has ever thought that my teacher might not be happy."

"Then let's wait for that little woman Windsor Belo to come and ask me for someone." Russen said indifferently.

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