[According to instructions from superiors on strengthening municipal cleaning, this bureau has launched a three-month municipal cleaning operation since January 3. The operation aims to comprehensively improve urban sanitation levels and improve citizens’ living environment. The operation will cover street cleaning and garbage collection.

And processing, disinfection of public areas and other aspects to ensure a clean and healthy urban environment.】

On Ninth Street in Hell's Kitchen, a group of aliens gathered in front of a circular projector, and their eyes were attracted by a bulletin played above. This bulletin came from the newly established Municipal Administration, which was about the upcoming

A municipal cleanup operation aimed at improving the environment and order in Hell's Kitchen.

However, these foreigners who were accustomed to the unrestrained lifestyle of Hell's Kitchen did not buy it.

When the content of the report was displayed one by one through [Common Language Mimusu], these aliens started a heated discussion.

For them, the sudden appearance of the Municipal Administration and the policies to be implemented are undoubtedly an interference in their free way of life.

"These guys from the Administration are so boring!" a blue-skinned alien said dissatisfied.

"Who do they think they are? They suddenly jumped out to restrict our freedom!" Another alien with wings added with a sneer.

"IAM? When did Hell's Kitchen have such a thing? Those indifferent guys in the administration really think they are angels because they have the Kingdom of Heaven on their backs, right?" A goblin echoed.

"No way, no way, those deformed children from the Administration really don't think they are angels, do they?" A tauren said in a sinister tone. His burly figure and his pretentious tone made many people around him laugh.

Feeling disgusted.

"Those guys from the Management Bureau are, at best, thugs, but at worst, they are the dogs of heaven!"

"Yes, a bunch of lackeys also want to control us, so go ahead and eat shit!"

At this moment, Hell's Kitchen began to show its simple folk customs. Their discussions were full of incomprehension and disgust towards the Municipal Administration and Municipal Affairs Bureau. They held a strong resistance to any attempt to change the status quo of Hell's Kitchen.

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In their view, the chaos and disorder of Hell's Kitchen are part of its unique charm, and any outside interference is unacceptable.

Scratch Dirtypaw's small eyes were fixed on the municipal bulletin projected on the dilapidated wall.

When his eyes slid over the part about the upcoming municipal sanitation clean-up operation, his expression showed the luster of a sly eyebrow, as if he was a cunning mouse about to find its prey.

He quickly calculated in his mind how this information would affect his business and the entire landscape of Hell's Kitchen.

Scratch believes that he is different from other goblins, and even other brainless coolie aliens - he can understand the deep meaning behind the policies promulgated by human governments and financial streets.

This allows him to have insight into the current situation and assess the situation in Hell's Kitchen, a lawless place. His cunning is not only reflected in his interpretation of policies, but also in his ability to use these policies to seek benefits for himself. As a goblin businessman, he

He is proficient in navigating through joints and knows how to find his footing in the intricate underground world.

It was this ability that made him stand out among many goblin merchants and successfully obtained the right to sell emetics.

When seeing the Authority, Scratch Dirtypaw would always recall those infamous angels, and his mind would begin to recall the 'public's' impression of the Kingdom of Heaven, as well as the Authority in Hell's Kitchen.

the impression you make on others.

The first is the Kingdom of Heaven. Many foreign races are full of hatred and resentment towards the Kingdom of Heaven.

After the fall of the New World, these aliens who had been expelled from the main plane of Terra seemed to have found an outlet to oppose the Administration. As a new institution established by the Kingdom of Heaven, it is also a secular institution that recruits a large number of people in the world.

The deterrent effect produced is far less than that of the angels of heaven themselves.

Moreover, for the abnormal citizens living in the Edici Federation, the Alien State, and Hell's Kitchen, the government provides them with a relatively safe personal security guarantee.

[Financial Street] and [New World Tree] have imposed restrictions on the travel of angels from heaven.

In the alien state of the Edici government, the number of heavenly angels and their use of supernatural beings will be strictly restricted.

For low-level angels, the Edici government restricts their entry.

For high-level angels, the Twelve Federal Savings Banks, in conjunction with the Mayflower Foundation, the Golden Court and many other anomalous organizations, jointly supervise them.

If a high-level angel rashly uses personal power, then the supervisory force will forcefully intervene. This so-called supervisory force has an official name, and this name is the department directly under the New Alliance - [Mediation Court].

In order to avoid the overreaction of the Kingdom of Heaven, the Edici government and the Golden Court opened up part of the territory at the junction, allowing the armed angels and armed agencies of the Kingdom of Heaven to enter, and also allowed the Management Bureau to settle within the Edici Federation and become a new alliance.

One of the three leading organizations.

As mentioned before, the Management Bureau is still too young. It occupies the reputation and position of the three giants of the New Alliance, but it does not have comparable strength and influence.

And for these aliens who would take the time to bark at the Kingdom of Heaven from time to time even when they are licking their wounds - the Administration has nothing to fear.

The headquarters of the Authority have not been established in Hell's Kitchen for even half a year, and the director has not even been confirmed yet, and more than 85% of the administration and management team of the Authority are secular recruits.

Among these 85%, there are also a large number of special operators with strange hoof disease, ore disease, and alienation syndrome. Scratch had seen several people with strange hoof disease wearing the uniforms of the Authority before, and they were a few little ones who looked fragile.

Things. It was hard for him to imagine why these little things would enter the Bureau and become the governing staff of the Bureau.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Many people joked that if they were not wearing the skin of the Administration, they would have been chopped into pieces and thrown into the sewer to feed [Troglode] -

—A reptile that lives underground or in dark, damp environments in Hell's Kitchen and is known for its strong odor.

Some time ago, Hell's Kitchen heard that a big shot from Heaven would be the director of the Airborne Management Bureau.

No one is afraid of this news. With the [Mediation Court] here, even if the miracle worker comes, we must abide by the laws and play new games.

Moreover, from the past to the present, the Kingdom of Heaven has produced so many powerful individuals, and those who resist them are also coming one after another.

Some time ago, in Texas, there were still 100,000 abnormal people surrounding the state government with clear flags, demanding that the government expel the so-called director of the Administration from the Edici Federation, and some even openly clamored for the angel to be expelled.

Get out.

What’s interesting is that the airborne angel is already the [Crowned One], so there are not many aliens who dare to insult his name openly, because they are all afraid that the other party will attack him through the etheric level.

[Elemental Impact] Blast them into fools.

Therefore, everyone uses his nickname to refer to him. Some are timid and life-saving, and even dare not use the nickname that the other person is often called in heaven and outside the world.

To be on the safe side, they usually refer to the director of the bureau directly as "that sir".

"Does that master have any plan?" Scratch Dirtypaw is undoubtedly one of the most timid ones.

There was something wrong with the establishment of the Municipal Administration at this time. Scratch's IQ temporarily occupied the high ground. As an excellent goblin businessman, he could already smell something was wrong.

"Should I just give it up as soon as it's good..." The goblin merchant lowered his head, his eyes flashing constantly, as if he was weighing the balance in his heart.

Deep in his heart, his intuition was telling him that now was a critical turning point.

He should give it up as soon as possible. After all, according to the current situation, the adult from the Administration has reached the border of Hell's Kitchen.

Scratch is well aware of the weight of the words "three fires" for a new official to take office. The establishment of the Municipal Affairs Bureau and the subsequent municipal cleaning notice are undoubtedly clear signals that the new director intends to change the status quo of Hell's Kitchen.

In this context, the risk of continuing to sell secret medicine, especially the emetics in his hands, is undoubtedly huge.

His reason was telling him that it was time to stop and look for a relatively serious job.

However, the huge profits brought by emetics coupled with the deep-rooted greed deep in Scratch's heart.

Greed is constantly tempting him, making it difficult for him to extricate himself.

The voice kept whispering in his ear: "Sell it again, sell it a little bit more, there's no rush anyway."

This inner struggle ended after a short but fierce struggle. In the end, his greed defeated his reason.

"Today is the last batch of goods. I will stop selling them once they are sold out."

Scratch said to himself in his heart, trying to comfort himself with this thought and find a temporary exit for himself.

In his opinion, although the Municipal Affairs Bureau has been established, actual action may still take time. He believes that he still has the last chance.

If he gives it a try, the house will be sold, and he can take advantage of the last opportunity to sell it at a higher price.

From Scratch Dirtypaw's point of view, this is his chance to save a house from selling emetics.

After making a decision in his mind, he immediately took action, with a "last time" mentality, and started his selling operation today.

Scratch's luck seems to be particularly good. Perhaps because he accurately captured the market demand and his adventurous spirit of daring to raise prices, today's sale went surprisingly smoothly.

Faced with Scratch's price hike, although many customers expressed dissatisfaction and some even cursed, in the end, they willingly took out their debit cards and completed the transaction. This situation is not uncommon in Hell's Kitchen, after all.

Here, many times demands mean compromise.

Scratch sells all the way from the intersection of Ninth Avenue and 42nd Street, to between Ninth Avenue and Tenth Avenue, and then through Rose Street hidden behind the busy block, until along Eleventh Avenue.

His figure shuttled among the crowd, laughing and selling the emetic in his hand.

When dusk fell, Scratch finally sold out all the potions. Today's business was extremely hot, which made him a little forgetful.

The so-called "last time" determination that I had just now was like a brief moment of sobriety after an indulgence, quickly replaced by new desires and greed.

At this moment, all reason seemed to be thrown aside, and Scratch was left with only the desire for money and success.

"I'm going to the Whispering Plaza to buy another batch of goods!!!"

After making a decision in his heart, Scratch Dirtypaw's heart was filled with lofty ideals. He could almost imagine the mountains of money he would earn through another trafficking operation, which made him extremely excited. In this moment,

Driven by excitement, he hummed a vulgar song and walked briskly towards the Whispering Square.

Whispering Plaza, located at the intersection of 48th Street and Ninth Avenue, is a mysterious space hidden between reality and fantasy.

To ordinary pedestrians, it is just an ordinary corner of the city, but to goblins like Scratch and others in the know, Whispering Square is a place full of magic and possibility. It exists between Phase and

The dreamy gap between the phases is a huge small trading plane, where various rare items and information are exchanged, and all kinds of shady transactions are carried out here.

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At dusk, the sky was dyed a light orange-red, and the intersection of 48th Street and Ninth Avenue seemed particularly quiet.

The cunning goblin skillfully shuttled around the street corner, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly to ensure that he would not be disturbed by uninvited guests.
To be continued...