Arknights? Yesterday's Arknights!!

The other officers were just slacking off. With such a low monthly salary, why risk their lives?

It was mainly thanks to An Xin; they arrested one person and then threw them away. The other officers were like pigs, responsible for tying people up.

Talulah is right.

He is now considered a master among ordinary people, and the Gambino family is no different from cutting melons and vegetables for him.

No matter how many people come, An Xin's longsword is impenetrable, blocking the attacks at the right time.

until--

A gunshot!

An Xin recognized the voice all too well; it was this thing that had transported her through time.

However, his physical condition is no longer that of an ordinary person.

In an instant, An Xin slightly turned his head, barely dodging the bullet, but the trajectory still passed through his hair, and a strand of golden hair fell to the side.

He frowned, took out a hair tie from his pocket, and simply tied his hair into a high ponytail.

Push off with your feet and lunge.

He was like a spring compressed to its limit, suddenly rushing towards the direction where the gun was fired.

The longsword was replaced with a peach wood sword, and electricity emanated from the tip of the peach wood sword. An Xin remained expressionless. The mark of the silver ring on his left hand had accumulated to one-fifth of its full potential. He didn't actually intend to use it, but he was afraid there were other firearms involved.

Instantly, his body seemed to be surrounded by endless lightning. The Silver Ring was an energy storage device, which could be released in one go when needed.

The entire courtyard was enveloped by the lightning emitted by An Xin, leaving a crater with a radius of three meters in the ground. Almost everyone was knocked down by this attack.

Texas quickly retreated, grabbing a police officer who couldn't dodge in time.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the young man in the center of the courtyard. He stood tall and straight, wearing a police uniform, and holding a peach wood sword aloft.

An Xin always feels a kind of childish impulse when using lightning magic, especially when paired with this peach wood sword.

Thunder God, please help me!

Please, Syracuse, go to your death!

This kind of.

He suppressed it very well; his expression didn't change much, except for the occasional twitch of his lips.

This strike was the final blow.

The small courtyard was littered with mafia members, all unconscious and trembling from the electric shocks.

This is the Great Flame Thunder Technique.

He suddenly realized that the two skills he inherited from the original owner were actually quite powerful.

The original owner was terrible, and Lin Qingze was doing something else, not even training?

To make yourself so weak.

He can at least earn skill points.

An Xin glanced at her left hand. The silver ring had dimmed considerably. Half of its energy had been used, and the progress bar had returned to one-tenth, which was just a small bar of silver-white energy.

He let out a long sigh, turned around, and said sternly, "Take them all away and take them back to the police station for questioning one by one."

"Yes, sir!"

Their voices were loud and clear, and this time no one dared to underestimate An Xin.

Syracuse values ​​strength more.

When a person has both status and power, gaining respect becomes a common occurrence.

Anxin found the mafia member with the gun, seized his pistol, and put it in her pocket.

Logically speaking, this was against the rules, but no one dared to say anything to An Xin.

Back at the police station, An Xin handed over the interrogation to others and left with Texas.

Inside the extended sedan,

Anxin and Texas sat in the back seat. He rested his chin on his hand and spoke to the driver.

"Find a dessert shop."

“No, no need. I couldn’t deal with the head of the Gambino family,” Texas refused.

"It's okay, I need to eat something too." An Xin told her not to worry about it.

While the driver was driving, An Xin took out the gun, which should be called a musket in this world. It didn't match the model from before she transmigrated, but the structure should be similar.

With this idea in mind, he tried to take it apart, but the result was completely different from what he had expected.

It's not a gun.

How can you call this a gun!

This is a staff shaped like a gun!

An Xin covered her forehead and sighed softly, thinking she would finally be able to use a gun.

When they arrived at the dessert shop, he stood at the entrance, his blond hair in a high ponytail, his forehead showing because his hair was tied up.

Many young girls wanted to approach him, but when they saw An Xin's police uniform and the girl next to him, they all involuntarily backed away.

Some people are afraid of police uniforms, while others feel they are not as beautiful as Texas.

They sat in the dessert shop, especially near the window, like a beautiful sight.

"Are you two a couple? If so, we have a discount on the couple's set meal, and we'll even deliver it." The waitress, a middle-aged woman, looked at An Xin and Texas with a smile.

An Xin refused, "No, this, this, and this, I want them all."

Texas remained silent, her attitude still cold and aloof, sitting opposite An Xin and waiting for him to order.

"Oh, by the way, could I have one of these?" An Xin pointed to Pocky.

"Of course." The waiter nodded, took the menu and left, then served the desserts one after another.

Texas took a chiffon mousse cake, scooped out a small piece with a fork, tucked her hair behind her ear with her fingers, and put the cake into her mouth with the fork.

So sweet........

She looked out the window; it looked like it was going to rain. The night sky, already dim because of the darkness, became even more gloomy and oppressive, creating a wonderful contrast with the cake in front of her.

"Wait, do you have a rubber band?"

The voice beside her interrupted her thoughts, and Texas shook her head.

"Is it."

An Xin walked behind Texas. "You don't mind if I tie you up, do you?"

"do not mind."

"That's good." An Xin tied her hair up.

It's raining.

Tick-tick.

Texas's face was reflected in the glass; she was beautiful, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

because......

Even in her own home, no one has ever treated her like this, never combed her hair...

Syracuse is a country where people eat humans; there is no gentleness here, only wilderness.

Texas seems to understand a little.

She took another bite of the cake; it was still very sweet, sickeningly sweet.

Does An Xin want everyone to live this kind of life?

The rain outside the window grew heavier and heavier, the raindrops forming continuous lines. Pedestrians scattered to find shelter, and the once bustling street instantly became deserted.

Texas turned around, paused for a moment, and said, "Chief, I have a question to ask."

"Speak." An Xin ate the cake. Texas couldn't actually eat much of this; it was mostly to replenish his energy.

The Silver Ring may seem useless, but it is actually very useful. Even if An Xin stops eating, she can probably survive for two months by relying on the energy of the Silver Ring.

He looked up and said, "Say whatever you want, don't hold back."

"Hmm, what should your Syracuse be like?" This was the first time Texas had considered this question. Before this, she had never thought about the future, let alone Syracuse and Colombia.

She vaguely felt that the reason why her grandfather had sent her to Syracuse could be found with An Xin.

Before this, she had visited several families but had not found the answer.

What will An Xin's answer be?

"The Syracuse I want to see? Actually, what Syracuse becomes has nothing to do with me. I just can't stand to see it."

"What can't you see?" Texas asked.

"I can't stand seeing ordinary people being bullied by gangsters, and I can't stand seeing poor people work their whole lives and not even own a dilapidated house."

An Xin's expression turned serious. If he used to think that playing games was about earning points, now that he knew that games could change reality, he felt even more resentful.