Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Chapter 82 Simple

However, for some reason, he didn't speak when Hicks leaked the information about the Holy City. It was unclear whether he couldn't speak or didn't want to.

"Mr. Paul, you must have heard what your companion said. What do you think?"

Paul stared at him without saying a word.

Wilson wasn't surprised by Paul's reaction, and simply continued, "Now that the Church you believe in considers you a traitor and has sent exorcists to hunt you down, what happens even if you manage to kill them all?"

"You can hide your whole life, but what about your niece who was kidnapped by vampires? Oh, I misspoke, I meant your daughter."

Upon hearing this, Paul's pupils suddenly contracted.

This secret, known to no one except himself and his close friend Karl, was now being revealed so easily by the man in iron armor before him.

Who will save her? Rely on your badly injured sheriff friend?

Wilson pointed to the dying Hicks, "Or is it that we're relying on that priestess who can't even take care of herself?"

Even so, Paul still did not budge.

"Okay, let me put it another way: I can help you save your daughter."

Paul's breathing became noticeably more rapid.

Rescuing Lily, or rather, rescuing his daughter, has become Paul's obsession.

He was even willing to betray the papacy for this, but now that the opportunity was before him, Paul's resolve finally wavered.

"What do you want?" Paul's voice was hoarse and scrutinizing.

"It's very simple: detailed intelligence on the Holy City's interior. Architectural diagrams, detailed troop deployment maps, information on key figures, resource storage points—everything you deem valuable."

Wilson stared into his eyes and said, enunciating each word clearly, "You've served in the Vatican for decades, don't tell me you didn't know."

Paul fell silent, the light shifting between Wilson, Maggie, and the badly wounded Hicks.

On one side is the already corrupt Papacy, and on the other are their blood relatives who are on the verge of death.

It felt like an eternity before Paul slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was a resolute determination.

"Okay, I'll cooperate with you."

"A wise choice."

In the desolate wilderness, watching Paul embracing his daughter Lily, Wilson subconsciously pursed his lips, too lazy to look at the father and daughter huddled together any longer.

It's nothing more than crying and saying nonsense like "It's okay" or "Daddy's here".

During his years in the army, he experienced this scene almost every time he went to a new place.

I always find it annoying, and I still find it annoying now.

He's still the best.

He's single, has no wife or children, and has never even owned a dog.

He can do whatever he wants without worrying about anyone, and no one worries about him.

All that's required is loyalty to Commander Murphy, and that's enough.

Simple, worry-free, no need to put on those cheesy scenes.

In this warm atmosphere, the wreckage of a train is burning in the distance.

Cheng Hongtu walked over from the pile of wreckage. "Boss, we've searched it all. There's nothing of value. There are a few boxes of unburnt blood bags and some old-fashioned weapons, all junk. There are quite a few vampire corpses, but they're all burned beyond recognition, so we can't even take samples."

Wilson nodded without saying anything.

As expected.

High-explosive bombs plus white phosphorus bombs, what could possibly be left?

If we really want to get serious, we could bring in armed drones and unleash a barrage of white phosphorus bombs, which would burn this wasteland to the ground.

Yes, saving Lily was a simple process.

Using the intelligence provided by Kirk, the group first arrived at the railway outside the Jelig district to wait for the target train to arrive. Then, Nancy operated a miniature drone to first use infrared imaging to locate Lily. Paul then led the team in and rescued her.

As for the vampires and Karl, who was not afraid of sunlight, those were their charred remains.

Unfortunately, they couldn't find the Vampire Queen, thus failing to maximize their profits.

Wilson clicked his tongue, a little disappointed.

It would be great if we could catch that thing alive.

After all, being able to breed monsters that have fought against humans for thousands of years and create monsters like Carl whose physical combat strength is even stronger than Paul's must satisfy Murphy.

Don't underestimate Paul and his teammates.

It's worth noting that Wilson was wearing a fully enclosed exoskeleton when he fought him previously.

Whether in speed, defense, or strength, they far surpass ordinary people.

Furthermore, it also enjoys a geographical advantage.

The space was cramped, and when a dozen or so people entered, it filled the entire space completely, leaving no room for them to move around.

If they were in the wild, and there were only one or two members of the wolf pack, Paul might actually have been able to escape.

Of course, these are not the key points.

What truly caught Wilson's attention was the abnormal drug resistance of Paul and Maggie.

Truth serum can be explained by faith, but those few injections of anesthetic combined could knock out an elephant.

But Paul and his companions were not only unharmed, they even managed to resolve the situation on their own in no time, which was truly astonishing.

It's unclear whether this is a secret technique of the Vatican or related to the vampires of this world.

But there's nothing we can do if we can't capture the vampire queen.

The Wall of the Sun is so big, who knows which cave that old bat is hiding in?

But it doesn't matter, since the main objective has already been achieved.

As for the Vampire Queen, we'll talk about that another time.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Wilson walked over to Paul and his daughter, who were embracing each other.

Hearing footsteps, Paul looked up.

Although her eyes were a little red, her expression had returned to its usual stiff look.

Thanks.

Wilson waved his hand. "Don't thank me too soon. The person has been rescued. Now it's time to fulfill your promise."

Paul paused for two seconds, looked down at Lily in his arms, and then looked up again.

"Alright, there are currently about 30 residents in the Holy City, mainly concentrated in the lower city. The defense force is mainly the Holy City Guard."

"I've said everything I needed to say. Can we go now?"

"Of course not."

Wilson, who was listening to the playback, suddenly looked up and stared intently at Paul.

Its meaning is self-evident.

He clearly didn't believe Paul, but thinking about it, it's foolish to believe what someone says based on just a few words without any guarantee.

Seeing this, Paul shook his head. "I have an old friend who lives in Rusty Town, which is 120 kilometers away from us. It's also close to the Holy City, only 230 kilometers away."

"I plan to stay there temporarily. You can come with me too, and then you can verify what I said at your own pace."

"Okay. Let's do it that way."

Wilson raised his hand and pressed the communicator behind his ear.

"Kirk, bring the car over. Nancy, launch the drone and scout the area. The rest of you stay put, rest for ten minutes, then we're off."

A few short replies came through the channel.