This Game Is Too Realistic

One hundred meters underground, there is an underground nuclear bunker reinforced by concrete.

Because he imagined that the war with the Great Rift Valley would affect the vassals of Sunset Province, when General Krass ordered the construction of this nuclear bunker, he asked the engineers of the Legion to use "the ability to withstand a nuclear weapon with a yield of one million tons" as a standard. Undertake construction.

In theory, it's absolutely safe here.

At this moment, in the temporary combat command room of the bunker, Griffin was sitting alone at the command table, facing a silent radio station.

There was a bandage on his left arm, and there was a trace of bandage on the collar of his military uniform.

Although he was lucky enough to escape from the assassination plot a few days ago, he was not as unscathed as the outside world knew.

Four shrapnels were embedded in his body, one of which was less than 7mm away from his heart. This was the closest he came to death.

In order not to affect the morale of the army, he immediately ordered to move to the bunker and blocked the news that he was injured.

Although in the eyes of the outside world, he was frightened by assassinations, how could he be frightened by a few assassins after so many years of his military life?

When the other party made a move, he felt a little excited.

He had felt that there was an undercover agent in his army a while ago, but he had been struggling to find who the real undercover agent was. If you can get rid of this trouble with one injury, you will undoubtedly make a lot of money.

At this time, the footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and soon there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened.

Appearing at the door were his personal guards.

Looking at the loyal soldier, Griffin said.

"found it?"

"Yes sir."

The guard nodded, but there was no joy on his face, and instead there was a trace of heaviness between his brows.

Seeing a clue from his face, Griffin frowned slightly and continued to ask.

"Who is it?"

"The centurion of the 3000th Division of the 70,000th Division and the centurion of the 60,000th Division's Officer Division participated in the assassination that day... They were bribed to be in charge of the meeting that day."

This time Griffin was silent for a long time.

The commander of the 70,000 and 3,000 men was an officer he personally promoted. He could not believe that that loyal young man would betray His Majesty the Marshal and become a spy for the company or the alliance.

But what worries him the most is not the betrayal of those few people...

But this assassination actually involved two teams of ten thousand people.

This is equivalent to 40% of the troops he has!

After a while, Griffin slowly spoke.

"Is the news accurate?"

The guard nodded.

"Accurate... We already have reliable evidence, but we haven't alerted the enemy yet."

"very good."

Griffin nodded.

However, just when he was about to make a decision, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and the words fell silent in the middle of his sentence.

The guard looked hesitant and asked cautiously.

"Do we need to arrest these three people?"

Griffin was silent for a moment and said softly.

"Wait a minute, don't alert the enemy just yet."

"yes."

The guard nodded slightly and respectfully exited the door.

The door closes.

Griffin sighed softly, relaxed his shoulders and leaned on the chair behind him.

His gaze inadvertently fell on the incandescent lamp above his head, and he suddenly felt that his fate was very similar to this lamp.

Dazzling, hot, and full of energy... However, it is destined to hang in an inconspicuous corner, and it can only illuminate one room in its lifetime.

As for his ambitions and ideals, they are like a small boat in the torrent of the times. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot change the mountains and rivers beneath the boat.

Unlike officers who were born into a well-known family like McClun, he was not born into a well-known family, but was born into an ordinary citizen family on the outskirts of Triumph City.

Like most of the children of the Weiland people, he participated in the first youth training in his life when he was six years old. When he first came into contact with the military life, he showed excellent leadership talents, so he was recommended by the instructor to join the army. He received training at the Triumph City Military Academy.

Talent, hard work and a little luck...

His official career has been smooth sailing since the 19th century. At the age of only 29, he rose from a captain of ten to the position of captain of ten thousand.

Later, he met the noble man in his life, General Klass, and received an olive branch from the eastward expansion faction, heading to the far east to open up the future of the legion.

He still remembered what General Klass said to him ten years ago——

'There is no doubt about the greatness of the Marshal, but it is a pity that the Triumph City has decayed. Those who rely on the shelter of their ancestors are intoxicated with the vast territory and luxurious life without making progress. They have completely forgotten the hatred and conquest a century and a half ago. The ambition of the world has forgotten unity. If they are allowed to decay, this empire that relies on war to maintain itself will one day fall apart. ’

"In order to prevent that day from coming, we must have an opponent who is serious enough to make us serious, and our territory must continue to extend to the end of the world and forever."

Gefen still remembered how excited he was at that time, and he wished he could immediately step onto the front line and fire the first shot to expand the territory.

Unfortunately, he soon discovered that love was not as simple as he thought.

The intellectuals of the Eastern Expansion Sect died one after another during the expedition. Their sacrifices did not gain the favor of the Triumph City and strengthened the Eastern Expansion Sect's power. Instead, they weakened the Eastern Expansion Sect's power due to the withering of talents.

Even after seeing the strength of the Great Rift Valley, even the commander of the Eastern Legion changed his original support for them, and his attitude became unclear.

If he were young, he would have felt angry and ashamed at the betrayal of the robes.

But now, he will no longer be angry, and will only calmly think about how to solve the problem.

㳎Sacrificing yourself to win the support of other factions is a wrong line in itself.

General Klaas has paid the price with his life for this. Not only did this not win charity from the onlookers, but it made their governance power even more marginal.

In the final analysis, the other factions did not get any benefits from the expedition, but instead saw endless disasters.

Only by bringing people from other factions to advance and retreat together can it be possible to unite those mediocre people who have their own thoughts.

For this reason, he changed General Klass's strategy and no longer directly sought to invade the Great Rift Valley, but initiated peace talks with the Great Rift Valley.

After that, he used the Luoxia Province and the mutant tribes in the Great Desert as opponents, and carefully planned one victory after another, so that the young talents who were eager to make achievements saw the hope of achieving great achievements, and they were not far away. Come and support your own business.

If everything goes well.

The ancient grain-producing areas will be under the control of the Legion.

And even if things don't go smoothly, other factions involved in the process will have to increase their stakes in him.

For example, the nuclear bomb and the Saber fighter jet in front of him were obtained from the factions to which they belonged through his officers who belonged to other factions - especially officers from well-known families.

As for the legacies left by General Klass, they had long been wiped out by his own expedition.

And if things go extremely poorly...

He can also include the sacrifice of everyone within himself, and his hatred can unite various factions.

At this time, the signal light on the radio suddenly flashed.

Seeing the flashing of the signal light, General Griffin looked solemn and immediately reached out and picked up the phone on the radio.

Before he could speak, a familiar voice came from the other end of the receiver.

"I'm Joseph."

Hearing this name, Geffen breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this person was under the command of the commander of the Eastern Army. For him to take over the command showed that the marshal had not given up on them.

However, before he could relax, the second sentence that came from the receiver caused the color to drain from his face for an instant.

"The Marshal has seen your plan. It's not just me who comes to Luoxia Province, but also Cohen from Triumph City."

Griffin's face turned slightly pale.

After a long time, he swallowed and asked.

"...What did he say."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while. Instead of answering the question, he asked in reverse.

"Are you loyal?"

After vaguely guessing something, Griffin replied with a trembling voice.

"My loyalty to the Marshal is unquestionable."

"Very well," Joseph paused for a moment and continued, "You have two choices, die as a hero, or die as a traitor... You understand what I mean, how to choose you."

Griffin's Adam's apple moved.

"...Did I do something wrong?"

Joseph said quietly.

"War with the enterprise will not bring us any benefits, and His Majesty the Marshal thinks so too. I can understand your mood, but now is not the time to do that."

This word "you" can be regarded as completely clearing the boundary between them.

Griffin was silent for a long time.

"I see."

"You have twenty minutes."

Without waiting for his answer, Joseph hung up the phone directly.

Griffin closed his eyes.

After ringing the bell, he reached out and pressed the bell on the command table.

Soon, a young officer entered the temporary command room.

His name was Karloff. He was the captain of Geffen's personal guard, and he was also his most trusted subordinate - more trustworthy than the adjutant.

Gefen stood at attention and gave a military salute in front of him, and Karloff said cleanly.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

Griffin said slowly.

"I'm going to die in a quarter of an hour."

Karloff was stunned on the spot.

After coming to his senses, he looked at General Griffin in surprise and said in disbelief.

"What did you say?"

"No need to panic, this is an order from His Majesty the Marshal."

Griffin continued calmly.

"To make a long story short, I need you to do the last two things for me. The first is to declare to the public that my death was caused by a stroke. The second... you have to keep an eye on my body. No one is allowed to approach it, and no one is allowed to conduct an autopsy. Know the cause of my death until my body is delivered into the hands of Joseph, who will take me to the city in triumph.”

After a pause, he continued.

"Also, my suicide note and my suitcase are here. Please pass it to my family for me."

Karloff's face changed with expressions of surprise, anger and disbelief. He couldn't believe that the great marshal would give such an order.

The great legion will never sacrifice any Valantian for the sake of compromise, let alone a general with outstanding merits.

Absolutely impossible!

There must be some villain behind this...

He clenched his fists, eyes flashing with anger, and took a step forward to speak.

"Sir, how about we-"

Griffin interrupted.

"Don't think so. After my death, I will be awarded the honor of a hero and receive a state funeral as a general in the city of triumph... I don't want my half-life efforts and honors to be wasted because of a small mistake. "

"Promise me, Karloff, to leave me alone, not to hate any of our compatriots, not to resist."

There was a hint of pleading in Griffin's voice.

Karloff looked at him speechlessly for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.

"I promise you."

Seeing the young man in front of him nodding, a gratified smile finally appeared on Geffen's face, and he changed into a gentle tone.

"My deputy will take over command, Fort Horn will surrender to the Alliance, and ceasefire negotiations will have results in the near future... This war is over."

"You will be able to live together in a while."

"Well, wait for me at the door for a while. I want to spend the last few minutes alone."

Holding back the sadness and tears in his heart, Karloff gritted his teeth and turned his head, turning his back to his respected general and walked out the door.

Looking at the empty room, Geffen, who put everything down, felt more relaxed.

actually……

Their efforts are not in vain.

At least let Triumph City send a Star Ten Thousand Captain to serve as governor.

With direct support from Triumph City, they will have a more powerful vassal for up to ten years. At that time, it would be possible to move eastwards.

And their sacrifices will also become the motivation for the Wilante people to continue moving forward.

There will always be someone who loves them.

There will always be people who continue their unfinished work.

"The world will eventually surrender to our feet."

Griffin poured himself a glass of red wine, then reached out to open the drawer and took out a silver box the size of a cigarette box.

It contains a neurotoxin capsule.

It would have given him a painless death and kept his body intact.

"No one can kill me."

Griffin grinned, threw the capsule into his mouth, and drank the red wine in one gulp.

"...except myself."

After putting down the cup, he chose a comfortable position to lean on the chair and closed his eyes.

I can sleep longer this time...

…

Less than ten minutes after Geffen's death, the news quickly spread among the senior officers of the Horn Castle, causing a storm.

His deputy, General Alec, immediately took over the command of the Horn Castle and the garrison.

Karloff, Captain of Geffen's Guards, cooperated with the handover of the temporary commander, but refused to hand over the general's body and declared that they would stay in the bunker until General Joseph relieved them of their orders.

Of course, Alec had no intention of irritating Geffen's subordinates. He and the other officers who knew their defeat was certain only wanted to keep their families safe.

Regardless of Geffen's situation, the first thing he did after taking over the command was to restore communication with the Adjudicator, report the true situation in the fortress to the newly arrived governor, and communicate how to " Departure from the Horn Keep with dignity".

If they don't want this war to continue endlessly, the Alliance soldiers outside the besieged fortress should not do anything too cruel.

The former alliance commander had shouted to them that as long as they put down their weapons, they could withdraw from the safe passage designated by the alliance to the nearby river embankment, where they could obtain food and fresh water.

I came to the tent and walked around.

He also just learned the news that Griffin was dead, but because the No. 5 defense area where he was located was some distance from the headquarters, he was not sure whether the news was true or false.

At this time, footsteps came from the door.

Seeing his confidant appear at the door, Wei Qi asked immediately.

"...Griffin is dead?"

The confidant nodded seriously.

"Yes."

A hint of ecstasy suddenly appeared on Wei Qi's face, but he quickly held it back and continued to ask while looking at his confidant.

"How did he die?"

The confidant hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

"Geffen's guard captain Karloff claimed that it was a stroke, but there are many doubts... They refused the military doctor to perform an autopsy on Geffen, and claimed that they would hand it over to the new commander-in-chief, General Joseph. I doubt the cause of his death. There may be something fishy."

After a pause, he continued.

"...At present, the command of all the troops in Luoxia Province has been temporarily handed over to General Alec, Geffen's adjutant. I heard that he is communicating with the Governor to evacuate gracefully."

Wei Qi asked with a solemn expression.

"Then what do you think the real cause of Griffin's death might be?"

The confidant said cautiously.

"I don't know, but Griffin has been investigating the mole who assassinated him that day... Karloff may have suspected us, so he refused to hand over Griffin's body and asked that the body be sent to General Joseph. in the hands.”

"Us? How could..."

Wei Qi sneered and was about to think about how it was possible. After all, no matter how stupid his staff were, they would not take action immediately after experiencing a failure.

But he quickly thought that when the assassination failed a few days ago, he had actually entrusted a powerful subordinate under his command to kill Geffen in private.

Could it be...

Was it really the pangolin that did it?

Wei Qi felt a huge shock in her heart. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed possible. After all, the reason for a stroke sounded so lame, it sounded like nonsense.

He had learned how cunning Geffen was, and it was impossible for this guy to deceive all of them without two brushes.

Under the heavy protection of the personal guards and the bunker, he killed Griffin without anyone noticing...and escaped unscathed.

What is the origin of this pangolin? !

Wei Qi pondered for a long time and then spoke.

"Get the pangolin for me."

The confidants standing in the camp obviously thought together with him, and nodded seriously.

"yes."

He knew very well that his lord was moved by love.

If that pangolin is really like this, there is no doubt that he is a worthy target.

This person not only possesses the bravery to defeat a thousand enemies on the battlefield and decapitate a Deathclaw single-handedly, but he also possesses the ability to decapitate a general under the protection of his own body...

Even General McClun was full of praise for his bravery. Following Colway as a captain of thousands was really a bit humiliating.

The confidant who took the order was about to turn around and leave.

Veliki suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a minute...does he have any hobbies? Money? Women? Power...or something else?"

The confidant stopped, lowered his head and thought for a moment.

"He was never flirtatious with women in the army, and he didn't like gold and silver. He didn't show much pursuit of power. Apart from eating meat... he didn't seem to have any other hobbies."

No preference...

It's a bit difficult to do.

But it's actually normal. Most of the wastelanders live a primitive life and have no concept of the word prosperity, so the dinar naturally has no attraction to them.

[Whenever I give him a manor, and then take him to Triumph City to see the world, I think he will be interested in those common things.

By the way, I heard that he and the female reporter are very close.

If a foreigner wants to marry a Weiland girl, it's not possible if his family doesn't have a mine, let alone the daughter of an official. In the legion, even if the status of an officer cannot be compared with that of a military attaché, he is still an officer.

With an idea in mind, Wei Qi looked at him and said.

"In this case... you go to the kitchen and ask the chef to prepare a table of good wine and food and send it here, and then invite the pangolin over!"

The confidant nodded in response.

"yes!"

…

At the same time, somewhere in the Horn Keep.

The battlefield atmosphere team did not know that the target he wanted to assassinate was already dead, nor did they know that he had been caught in the trap before he took action.

When he found out that his choices would affect the plot and even the direction of the game, he was not as happy as the fun people on the forum imagined.

Looking at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, the warrior squatting in the latrine cursed and complained.

"Damn...it would be great if I could save it."

The note was sent by Velici's former trustee, and it contained Griffin's recent itinerary, but there was no difference between it and without it, because since the last assassination, Griffin had He has been hiding in the bunker and rarely comes out.

The only reliable chance is the day after tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow, Griffin will go to his defense area to inspect, maybe he can take the opportunity to do something. However, it is foreseeable that there will be a large group of powerful awakened people guarding that guy. Even if he successfully finds a chance to shoot, he will probably be in trouble.

Whether Griffin dies or not, he won't be there.

But it’s hard to only choose one of the two plots.

If possible, he hopes to read both the killing and non-killing plots, accept "BE" by the way, and then choose the option with the highest profit... This is how he plays most RPG games.

However……

That's a single player game.

"Wasteland OL" is an MMORPG, and players' influence on the world line is permanent. This is obviously impossible.

After copying the contents of the note into a notebook in another world, the warlord threw it into the latrine.

He picked up his pants and came out of the toilet, heading towards the barracks not far away, intending to ask Colway for his opinion before making a decision.

After all, it is a life-long passion.

Colway would never harm him.

Of course, the most important thing was that Teng Teng's nonsense reminded him.

When he came with General Welich that day, Brother Colway's hesitant words and tone really made him a little concerned.

But he didn't have the chance to ask at the time, and he forgot about it later.

…

The door of the barracks.

The warlord looked at the guard on duty and said.

"I'm looking for Chief Colway."

Recognizing the face of the pangolin, the guard gave a military salute.

"Chief Colway isn't here. He's over there."

As he spoke, he pointed in the west direction.

"Thank you."

The warlord nodded and walked in the direction pointed by the guard. Sure enough, he saw Colway next to a tent where debris was piled up.

I saw him sitting on the concrete steps smoking a cigarette, looking at the rows of concrete fortifications on the distant position and the setting sun in a trance. He didn't even notice that the cigarette butts had burned between his fingers.

Hearing the footsteps next to him, he looked over.

"You're here?"

The warlord nodded and sat down next to him.

"General Velich sent me a letter."

After dusting off the ashes from his cigarette butt, Colway said a little irritably.

"He urged you to take action?"

Warlander nodded.

"Well...he provided General Griffin's itinerary. The day after tomorrow is the only chance."

After listening to his words in silence, Colway spoke.

"Inspection the day after tomorrow... You shouldn't tell me this kind of thing. If I were Griffin's man, you would be dead by now."

Wargo rolled his eyes inwardly.

Stop bragging.

You are the direct descendant of McClun. Otherwise, how could Velici find you?

Being dull and taciturn is just his personality, he is not really stupid.

But...

There is no need to say those words.

"I believe in you," Warfield Man shook his head and looked at him seriously and said, "You will always be my commander."

Hearing these words, a happy smile appeared on Colway's expressionless face.

I never thought that I would have a confidant...

However, that happy smile soon became tinged with a hint of loneliness.

Looking at the sunset in the distance, he sighed and said.

"I'm glad to hear what you said. It would be great if everyone were like you."

"Like me?" Warfield was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he said that.

"That's right, loyal, brave, and magnanimous... without a trace of hypocrisy."

Colway lit his cigarette butt and said this casually.

However, the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. The old warrior sitting next to him blushed involuntarily and looked away in embarrassment.

It's okay like me...

All the people in Willant are like me, and the army will be finished soon.

After coughing, the warlord changed the topic away from himself.

"What about you?"

"Me?" A trace of confusion appeared in Colway's pupils, and he shook his head after a long time, "I...not sure."

Wargo gave him a surprised look.

I didn't expect that this guy, who always talks about loyalty, would be so hesitant.

Colway paused and continued.

"How should I put it... The loyalty I understand is the loyalty of one mind and the unity from the bottom up, but what I saw is not like that."

When he said this, his heart was extremely complicated.

When he was just a centurion, he had never thought so much... It was not until after McClun's death that he was promoted to centurion by Griffin and assigned to Velici's ten thousand troops that he gradually came into contact with it. It turned out that I had no contact with the inside story.

The actual legion was not a hemp rope with thousands of silk threads twisted into one as he imagined, but a blanket made of wool threads that twisted left and right.

Just like now.

General Griffin wants everyone to die with him.

In order to realize his long-cherished wish of conquering the Great Rift Valley, in order to unite all the cowardly cowards and factions that attack each other, in order to expand the Legion's territory to the east of the Great Desert, he does not mind dying... This is his view of the Legion, Loyalty to the Marshal.

However, Welich and other subordinate captains did not want to die with the madman. They wanted Griffin to die to end this stupid war... They believed that this was their loyalty to His Majesty the Marshal.

Everyone is doing things that he cannot understand in the name of loyalty, and everyone has their own understanding of loyalty.

So what exactly is loyalty?

He even couldn't help but start to wonder whether he, who had never considered this before, could be called loyal, and which side he was on was the right one...

Looking at the confused Colway, Warlander didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only follow his taciturn character and asked in a low voice.

"What should I do?"

"I don't know, my dear friend."

Colway sighed, dropped the cigarette butt in his hand and stamped it out.

He clapped his hands and stood up. He looked at his comrade next to him who had experienced life and death with him. He forced a smile on his face and patted his shoulder hard.

"There will always be times when people need to make their own choices, just let it go... Follow your heart, no matter how you choose, I won't blame you."

"Honestly, I don't trust everyone here, but I trust you."

"You must be the most loyal."

The warlord nodded and watched as Colway's back disappeared around the corner not far away.

It's a pity.

This "good brother" is destined to be disappointed.

He is not the "most loyal" at all, but as long as there is a little bit of Willant blood in his veins, the things he does are enough to make him go to hell after death.

Not surprisingly, he is probably the only spy here.

After all, in such a short period of time, the alliance had no time to deploy other intelligence personnel in the legion and build an intelligence network.

Most of those arrested before were wrongly accused...

"It's difficult to handle."

Shaking his head, Warfield stood up with a headache.

According to the schedule provided by General Velici, the day after tomorrow is the best opportunity. No matter what, he must make a decision as soon as possible. Only in this way can he gain support from Velici.

For example, help him prepare weapons in advance, or create commotion at a specific time...

There are many powerful awakened people among Griffin's guards, including second-stage or even third-stage experts, and even players with similar senses.

In addition, the failed assassination some time ago has made Griffin alert, and he is even more cautious by nature. It is conceivable that this task is not easy.

"...If the assassination fails, or if the assassination succeeds but the identity is exposed, the pangolin's mission is over."

Do you want to say goodbye to the NPC you know?

Thinking of the female reporter named Penny, the nurse who told him dirty jokes while bandaging his wounds, and the cook who thought he was too edible, the warlord scratched the back of his head.

never mind.

No matter what, he is still an undercover agent.

Now that the mission is completed, let's meet again if we have the chance.

At this moment, two people came not far away.

The warlord recognized them both. They were General Velich's men.

One of his confidants whispered in front of him with twinkling eyes.

"...General Velich invites you to go."

Is it discussing the specific details of the action?

Decided to portray himself as a ruthless person who doesn't talk much. In the end, the warlord looked calm and relaxed, and nodded lightly.

"Um."

Perhaps he was stunned by his "overlord spirit".

The battlefield atmosphere team obviously felt that the eyes of the two guys looked at him were different instantly, as if they were looking up to a real master.

Is it an illusion?

While he was pondering in his mind, he had already followed the three of them to the door of Velici's tent.

The two stood consciously by the door, one on the left and one on the right.

After glancing at the two people with respectful expressions, the warlord didn't think much and strode towards the tent.

There is a table in the tent.

It was filled with sumptuous food and fine wine, including his favorite roasted pig's trotters, stewed beef, roasted fish and chicken... and his favorite chicken soup.

A month ago, this meal of big fish and meat was not something that anyone was interested in, but now that the supplies in the fortress are scarce, it is still difficult to prepare such a table.

Warlander couldn't help but swallow.

Good guy.

Is this a farewell treat for yourself?

It seemed that when he sent him the itinerary, the guy already had a tacit understanding of the day on which he would take action.

Velich, wearing a military uniform, sat directly opposite the dining table.

The expression on his face was hard to tell. It was hard to tell whether it was gratitude, reverence, fear, or a little bit of both.

Since it was a farewell party for him, the warlord was not polite and sat directly across the dining table in an open manner.

Just when he was about to go straight to the point and state his decision, Captain Velichion didn't wait for him to speak. He took the lead in raising a glass filled with red wine and said matter-of-factly.

"On behalf of the hundreds of officers at Fort Bugle and the more than 10,000 soldiers here... thank you for everything you have done for all of us!"

Hearing this inexplicable thank you, the warlord was immediately stunned.

I haven't done anything yet.

Is it too early to thank you now?

After sitting there motionless for two seconds, he frowned and asked.

"What did I do?"

There was never any profound meaning in these words.

But combined with his calm and calm expression, this ordinary inquiry sounded to Wei Qi's ears with a hint of knowingly asking.

Velici immediately "understood" what he meant, smiled knowingly, and gave Comrade Pangolin sitting opposite an "I understand" look.

"Understood! You didn't do anything! On this day worth celebrating, let's not mention that unlucky lunatic!"

Warlander: "...?"

Without waiting for the taciturn expert to speak, Velici drank all the red wine in the glass and greeted him warmly with a smile on his face.

"Eat quickly! This table is all prepared for you!"

"Don't worry, you don't have to worry about being too public and arousing others' suspicion. General Alec, who is the acting commander, is one of ours... Griffin is dead. Even if his direct descendants are here, those guys can only Tails make people.”

"It's over! Thanks to you, this stupid war is finally over! When we get to Triumph City, I'll take you to eat something good!"

Griffin is dead?

Hearing this news, the warlord looked confused.

Combined with Velic's sudden enthusiastic attitude, he immediately realized that this guy probably thought that the assassin who committed the murder was himself.

No wonder...

Griffin was sitting in the bunker just fine. Unless someone was assassinating him, he couldn't have hit his head against the wall and died, right?

But this thing is too strange.

Silently, he grabbed a piece of chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. Under Wanfu Chang's smiling eyes, the Warfield man ate it without any ceremony.

No matter what, it's not like he has trouble with food, and he happens to be hungry too.

If the captain wants to misunderstand, just let him misunderstand. Anyway, if he doesn't express his position, the guy won't be able to say everything, let alone investigate Griffin's death in a boring way.

As for silence?

That's even more impossible.

Not to mention that there is no evidence to prove that he did it, what if there is evidence?

Griffin's direct descendants have been suppressed, and the new governor is from Triumph City. The eastward expansion faction is finished. All those who support the ceasefire will regard him as "one of their own."

The warlord suddenly felt melancholy.

I didn't expect Griffin to die like this.

But having said that, this battle is 90% over. Is my undercover mission complete?

He has lost half of his files...