Starting from the Planetary Governor

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Having heard these words, Swan stood by the window, unsure whether he had gotten what he wanted or not.

Indeed, he felt somewhat at ease, but not completely.

After all, there had been no formal guarantee.

But to have come this far was probably the limit.

The call ended, and Swan stood by the window, full of ambition.

His office was perched at the highest point of Rubbish Town.

Looking down, his feelings were complicated.

In the past, he had always strived to climb higher and higher. Once he reached the top, he extended his hand, wanting to grab more and more.

He wanted to be the master of Rubbish Town.

At one point, when the Green Skin Orcs brought severe harm to Rubbish Town and Henry said that the Governor intended to completely reclaim it, he thought his dream was going to shatter.

But now, it seemed that he could achieve this goal from another angle.

After all, Rubbish Town was two hundred kilometers away from Revival City. If he did well, could he become the mayor of Rubbish Town? As the highest administrative official, to some extent, it seemed he could fulfill his old desire.

Previously, to become the master of Rubbish Town, he had to fight against heaven and earth, figuring out ways to compete with those who didn't follow his path; yet this time, it might be an opportunity. The Governor would help him sweep away those damned things, and he could then become the boss in this clean house.

It couldn't be anything but a good thing!

Once the Governor arrived, he needed to put on a sufficient performance. He had to ensure proper logistics support, proper restructuring of the adventurers, proper inventory and transfer of the overall industry of Rubbish Town... These things had to be done perfectly.

Thinking of many specific action plans, he momentarily got lost in thought.

A series of footsteps from behind brought him back to reality.

Turning around, he saw a rather handsome young man dressed in a grey combat uniform.

That was Mark Ferry, his confidant, whom he had promoted to help him manage the most crucial armed force under his command, the 'Clock Iron Blade' adventurer group.

"Boss, the martial law order has been carried out."

"Good."

Swan's voice regained the indifference he always showed to others.

He was always like this, keeping a distance from people. In his view, a sense of distance was one of the key points to maintaining mystique and authority, especially towards his subordinates.

As usual, Ferry should have just left after getting a "good" from him.

But today, things didn't seem to be quite the same.

Ferry hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Nasr won't let things go; he's mobilizing the adventurers he can control who are still in town. There might be conflict later."

Swan frowned and looked at Ferry, "Isn't that what I've told you before? He surely won't let things go, but he has no chance.

I've had people cut off the communication lines with the front line; now only I can contact the front line, cutting off his ability to call people back; the armed forces he can mobilize in Rubbish Town definitely do not exceed ten thousand men, while my 'Clock Iron Blade' has returned, with three thousand well-equipped men.

Blockade the town, no need to kill them, just hold until the Governor arrives, and we win."

"Yes, if the Governor arrives, we win," Ferry echoed, "But what about us? Just now... Boss, you were talking to Dennison Henry, right? Did he give you any assurances?"

"He did, I will be Rubbish Town's master in the future."

Swan didn't want to tell the whole truth, but he felt what he said was the truth.

He would be the master of Rubbish Town, he believed it.

"And what about us?" Ferry pressed.

"You?" Swan turned around, looking Ferry up and down as if seeing him for the first time.

"Yes, us."

Swan broke into a broad smile, "You'll be fine!"

Then he added, "No need to fight anymore, you can put down your guns. Factories need workers, stores need waiters, and Ruin Mine also needs scavengers. Although scavenging should no longer be risky by then, as the Governor would have cleaned up those mines. Of course, if you still want to be a soldier, that's fine too.

The Governor's army will continue to recruit, and with your experience, enlisting should land you a good position. In short, life will definitely get much better then."

"Yes... life will get better then..."

While Mark Ferry said this, he pulled out his gun without hesitation.

Swan, who had sensed something was off with the young man just now, had already heightened his alertness. He quickly drew his own handgun.

But he was too slow.

He was no longer the young man who fought bravely on the frontlines with his brothers. His gun, while exquisitely made with intricate patterns, was more like a work of art than a weapon.

The bullet found him first, hitting his neck with precision.

He toppled backward uncontrollably, followed by several more bullets aimed at his head, neck, and heart.

It wasn't until the magazine was completely empty that Mark Ferry slowly put down the gun. Looking at Swan, who lay on the ground twitching, he said softly, "Boss, you would have been Rubbish Town's master when the Governor came, but the Governor doesn't need people like me. I would only be left to work as a laborer or a scavenger, to start over as a soldier, which doesn't seem fair.

Even if you lied to me about a better future, I would have believed you. But you weren't even willing to do that... don't blame me."

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