Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"Poor people? Why bother spending time robbing poor people? Do you think I'm crazy to fight them for potatoes?"

"When I do business, I believe in the principle of not opening for three years, then making enough to live off for three years."

“We need such good weapons, and we happen to have a large batch of materials sitting around with nowhere to use them, so let’s just sell them to her and see if we can befriend her. We’re different from other pirate groups; we have to look to the future.” Xu Bang then dismissed his men.

An Ran hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. Regardless of what others were up to, she was now in an invincible position and not worried at all.

No one knew that Ether City belonged to her and Ella, and even if all the members of the Pirate Alliance rushed in, they would not be able to break through Ether City.

Even if the Pirate Alliance loses in the end, all they'll lose are a few robots; losing a little experience isn't a matter of life or death.

The workshop is back in full operation, but another thing to consider is that the Plains Valley base is no longer safe.

“Once Vesa brings his fleet here, he can bombard us just like before, so we need to leave ourselves an escape route.”

The strategy was to abandon the continued construction of the Plain Valley base and instead build tunnels.

This was not a decision An Ran made casually; it was a decision made on a whim!

Yes, it's even more perfunctory.

What's wrong? I just wanted to give the players something to do. I went to great lengths to give them tasks and rewards, and you won't allow it!

Hands on hips!

"You're in charge here, you're in charge here."

Once the area was designated, the guild leaders of the major guilds who had come to the meeting went down to their respective posts with their tasks.

"Hehehe..."

This way, no one will know that there is a hidden inner base fifty meters directly below the base.

With experience steadily increasing, reaching over 400 million per day, Anran finally fulfilled her promise to Mosha River during these peaceful days.

"Learning sand sculpting techniques isn't actually difficult. With your special ability, you'll find it easier to learn than others. The key is understanding what kind of sand sculptures outsiders like!"

Mo Shahe looked at No. 003 with expectant eyes.

"Teach me, Master!"

Children can be taught.

“Watch this video first, then sculpt a person based on this picture.” An Ran gave Mo Shahe some photos she had received when she was customizing weapon appearances on Nayi Star.

These were all anime characters she wasn't very familiar with.

The era she lived in before entering the game was different from the era when [Night of the Stars] appeared. Even within the same [Night of the Stars], the game she registered for was completely different from the current one (can a PC game and a virtual reality game be the same?). Perhaps after the screen exploded, she fell into a void and arrived in a parallel world; perhaps the Chen Anran in that parallel world was originally female. (Note 1)

There was an unusual atmosphere everywhere, which was a question An Ran had been pondering, but it was unrelated to the topic we had just discussed.

Even in different worlds, An Ran knew that the biggest characteristic of this group of "otaku" was that they liked to change "wives".

Keeping up with the times is the right way to make money. These anime characters that she was unfamiliar with happen to be the characters that players like now.

No need to go out on adventures anymore, Mo Shahe enjoys this kind of life. I am proud to learn sand sculpting, and one day I will become a rich man!

He fully realized that the sand shoveling business had no future. No matter how fiercely they shouted, they could only awkwardly laugh and run alongside these powerful forces.

During the quiet week, the Battle of Plains Valley and the introduction of ANR became the most discussed topics on the forums, and the huge difference in clicks overshadowed the player-participated uprising and revolution topic in the neighboring Black Tide forum.

It has to be said that Langligelang's videos are very well made. The camera work, the narration, and the subsequent field trip to the Plains Valley base, combined with his own fame, have made the Pirate Alliance faction, which originally appeared as the villain, overshadow the Visakhapatnam faction.

A competent public relations officer is satisfactory, let alone an excellent public relations officer.

The ANR team needs talent like you.

Let's observe for now. Number 003 symbolically issued a few propaganda tasks to Langligelang, which implemented the central idea from the previous meeting that we must grasp both the fight and the propaganda, and make both hands strong.

We must carry out construction in a down-to-earth manner and promote an excellent spirit of hard work.

In comparison, the other NPCs were not as enlightened as An Ran.

"Everyone head to Baplo! I can't tolerate their arrogance any longer! This is the final battle. Win this battle, and everyone can retire!"

Gary roared, "I don't know anything about conserving energy, I only know how to act in anger!"

The people under Bureau 217 were extremely excited. They had been waiting for this moment for a long time and couldn't wait any longer. Fortunately, the minister finally gave the order.

Revenge! Revenge! Let's finish this quickly!

"almost."

Gary recalled the founding of Bureau 217, when a few people who also had a deep hatred for pirates got together and decided to form the organization on a whim.

If it can restore peace and order to the Nagorno-Karabakh region, it would be worth sacrificing one's own life.

Looking back now, we realize how distant that goal was. The imperial government's inaction allowed the pirates to become increasingly rampant, and it was only with great difficulty that an army was finally dispatched to suppress them.

This operation may only clear out the pirates outside the park, but the Nagria border region will be peaceful for a long time.

"Don't be too greedy. You have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. Even if I don't live to see the pirates completely driven out, as long as we don't give up, our descendants will eventually live to see that day."

Gary stared blankly at the photo, reminiscing about how beautiful it was…

"Something terrible has happened, Minister! A very serious incident has occurred!"

What the hell!

The young woman rushed in again, pushing open the door in a panic.

Gary was about to cry. Sister, could you please stop yelling at me every time I'm drinking tea or reminiscing about the past? Just let me finish this sentimental act, okay? I don't have many scenes to begin with!

Screw your acting!

"Great news! Great news! The old emperor has passed away!"

Boom!

Gary's mind exploded. The old emperor who had lived for hundreds of years, made his sons wait for four hundred years, and was now senile was dead.

Do not!

It's obvious he's going to die, everyone knows that, so why does he have to die at this time?

Gary stood up and trembled all over, as if he was about to dance again, but this time it was more like an epileptic seizure.

"Minister, Minister, what's wrong?"

The young woman stared at Gary in astonishment, then realized something was wrong and frantically ran outside, shouting, "Something's wrong! Something's wrong! The minister has had a relapse!"

Soon, the medical robots rushed in, and two white buckets immediately pinned Gary down.

The resident doctor also came along.

The doctor, true to his word, glanced at the illness and confidently declared, "This is easy to cure. Watch me."

pia!

A hard slap across the face cured Gary's illness instantly.

He covered his face, staring at the doctor with an unfriendly expression: "Why did you hit me?"

"Minister, just now you..." The young woman was about to explain.

Gary waved his hand: "Never mind that for now, quickly gather everyone together, it's an important meeting!"

The meeting was indeed very important.

Upon hearing of the old emperor's passing, Gary immediately sensed something was wrong. The political climate was volatile; the power struggle, whether political or physical, was brewing, and something major was about to happen.

Visayas won't be staying long.

"Colonel Vesa was born into the Boyle family and is the most outstanding descendant of the Boyle family in this generation. The Boyle family is one of the most prestigious families in the entire empire. In order to win over the Boyle family as an ally, it is certain that he will be reinstated, let alone transferred back to the capital."

With Vesa gone, these pirates are definitely impossible to wipe out.

If one blow doesn't kill them, their future retaliation will definitely be even more ferocious.

That's why Gary's expression was so unpleasant.

Everyone else was stunned when they heard that.

"What should we do?"

"The problem is we just sent everyone who wasn't at the base to Baplo, and now Vesa is just going to turn around and leave..."

Why bother playing ball? Let's go home and play two balls instead.

It's truly terrifying to think about.

"No, I need to go and ask Visa what he's thinking. We can't gamble with everyone's lives!"

Such news cannot be hidden.

Especially after players learned the news, it spread like wildfire; one person posted it, and the whole internet knew.

"Great, it's finally dead. Looks like the real show is about to begin."

Unlike Gary, Anran was absolutely certain that Visa would come to Papulo before leaving.

That makes sense.

Her intervention did not significantly alter the main storyline in the Nagorno-Karabakh region, therefore it was impossible for Visa to change the decision made by the "mastermind".

"I will get back as soon as possible."

Visa pressed his right hand, which was wearing a black glove, against the glass in front of him.

He noticed some grime sticking to the glass at some point, frowned, and wiped it clean with his hand.

"Colonel, Gary, the head of Bureau 217, wants to speak with you directly."

What does he want to talk about?

"He said he wanted to ask the colonel about his next plans so that he could get the people from Bureau 217 to cooperate with the colonel's operations."

"I understand, please transfer the call."

……

Our chance has come!

The same voices came from the Pirate Federation, from the Black Tide prison insurgents, from Night Owl, from many interest groups, and even from neighboring countries.

"It seems even the heavens are on my side!" Luo Wei smiled confidently.