This Game Is Too Realistic

After a bumpy ride, the car stopped next to a tall courtyard wall. Looking at the heavily guarded appearance, [Talan Raid] knew that he had come to the right place.

However, what he didn't know was that the prison called "Katnaude" was notorious in the minds of the locals. It was said that those who entered it would have to shed their skin even if they did not die.

For example, the young man with a hyena tattoo who was arrested with him had his legs so weak when he got out of the car that he almost wet his pants.

Under the escort of several guards, Taran passed through the majestic courtyard gate, then passed the security check, completed all the procedures for entering the class room, and was finally placed in a room with no windows and only one bed. In a small single room.

After waiting in the single room for more than ten minutes, a dark-faced Weiland man soon came over and took him to the interrogation room nearby.

As soon as he entered the door, a bright light hit his face, and then a righteous voice came from the front.

"Honestly! What are you here for?"

Thinking that the interrogation was quite realistic, Taran blurted out.

"He's traveling."

That calm and calm attitude made the two interrogators confused for a moment, and they couldn't help but feel aggressive.

The slightly longer guard coughed and sang White Face in a slow voice.

"I advise you to be honest and confess. Your accomplices have already admitted it. Even if you deny it, it has no meaning. It will only increase your sentence."

Taran chuckled inwardly.

They had colluded to confess on the forum, and he couldn't help but laugh when he heard such nonsense.

As if they sensed his disdain, the expressions on the faces of the two Vaillante guards in charge of the interrogation turned grim.

"I'm warning you to be serious!"

Taran responded unceremoniously.

"I'm also warning you, I am a citizen of the Alliance, and I came in with a certificate issued by the City of Triumph. Doesn't the Southern Army take its marshal seriously anymore?"

The air in the interrogation room became quiet, as if a feather falling on the ground could be clearly heard.

The chief guard coughed, picked up the cup and pretended to drink water. The young guard on the side narrowed his eyes and clenched his hands on the table.

"Say that again."

He was either a member of the Alliance or an alien before his eyes. If anyone dared to doubt his loyalty, he would dare to smash that face.

Taran thought that the excitement was enough and it was time to get down to business, so he leaned back on the chair.

"To be honest, there are a lot of Weirant people in the ports on the Death Coast. We heard from them that there is a place called Evernight Harbor at the southernmost end of the great desert, so we planned to come and visit as a courtesy. We didn't think about it. [You are so hospitable that you gave me a pair of handcuffs as soon as we met.”

After a pause, he continued.

"Of course, besides traveling, I do have some private purposes, but this has nothing to do with other travelers, and it has nothing to do with you."

The old man who was drinking water had a bright light in his eyes and immediately put down the cup in his hand.

"Oh? What private purpose?"

Taran spoke.

"I'm looking for an organization called the Enlightenment Society."

The young guard frowned.

"...What is that?"

Taran chuckled, looking down on others.

"An organization composed of shelter residents, active in the desert area... But you are not shelter residents, so even if I tell you, you won't understand."

That look of looking down on others was in line with the stereotype of the blue gophers of the Valeant people, so that the young guard's fist became hard again.

But Taran didn't even look at him.

As the saying goes, a dog that bites doesn't bark.

What's more, he is a level 30 awakened person. Even if he is handcuffed, who will win or lose if he really fights.

The old guard frowned, pondered for a long time, and then spoke slowly.

"What would you do if you were looking for enlightenment?"

Taran put it bluntly.

"I want to join them."

Old Guard: "Reason?"

Taran: "Hope."

The old guard gave him a surprised look.

"㳒Hope?"

Taran nodded.

"Yes, I have had enough of the alliance's hypocrisy. Why do we have to bring those stinky fish and rotten shrimps with us to the Era. We have inherited everything from the Prosperous Era, we are the People's Alliance, we are the Era... But we The management wants us to bleed for a group of people we have never met.”

"To be honest, I have lost hope in the Alliance, so I wanted to change my stay...I heard that the Enlightenment Society is active in the desert area, and their goals are more to my liking, so I came over."

He said these words in a flawless manner, with an expression of anger and dissatisfaction on his face.

Both guards had surprised expressions on their faces, then one turned into excitement and the other turned into thoughtful.

"I thought everyone in the alliance had the same brain as a pig, but I didn't expect that there are still sober guys. My friend, congratulations on abandoning the secret and turning to the enemy." The young guard chuckled, and the resentment in his eyes turned into appreciation.

Taran smiled but said nothing.

Not to mention that what he said was bullshit, but the "we" in that bullshit also refers to Blue Jacket. You, a Valeantian, have no sympathy?

You and the Wastelanders are both in the "stinky fish and rotten shrimp" basket. When will the People's Federation be worthy of you to inherit it?

Self-indulgent!

The old guard thought for a long time, suddenly smiled on his face, and closed the notebook open on the table.

"Congratulations on finding an organization."

Good guy!

The Southern Legion really cooperates with Enlightenment!

Taran was excited in his heart, but his face remained calm as he whistled and said.

"In other words, I have passed your test?"

The young guard glanced at the colleague next to him strangely, then gave him a meaningful look, and then looked at the man sitting across the interrogation table.

"I can't do this kind of thing, so I can help you contact someone who can."

"Then you'd better hurry up before I change my mind." Taran couldn't wait to go back to the forum to show off, so Taran calmly dropped these words.

The chief guard nodded and motioned to the guard standing next to Taran to take him down.

The interrogation room fell silent.

Hearing the sound of the door closing in the distance, the young guard looked at the old man and asked hurriedly.

"What the hell is that initiation?"

The old guard replied calmly while sorting out the items on the table.

"How do I know?"

The young guard frowned.

"Then what do you mean by that?"

The old guard had a scheming expression on his face and narrowed his eyes slightly, like a fox.

"Precisely because we don't know, we have to use this guy to find out what the Enlightenment Society is... In short, let's stabilize him first."

After hearing these words, the young guard suddenly understood and couldn't help but give a thumbs up in admiration.

What a good general!

high!

It's simply too high!

At the same time, on the other side, Taran, who returned to his cell, did not wait for the prison door to close, sat on the bed and fell asleep.

The guard who closed the door looked at him in surprise, called him twice but saw no response, and then curled his lips in disdain.

Are all people in the alliance pigs?

I can still sleep at this time.

At the same time, in the "Wasteland OL" official website forum in another world, just when everyone was discussing the battle situation on the front line of the "Southern Barbarian Invasion" expansion pack, a post rushed up like a flashing meteor. Home page of the forum.

Taran made a surprise attack: "Old men! Our Desert Corps is attacking the interior of the Enlightenment Society!!!"

Tails: "Oh oh oh! So awesome! (✪ω✪)"

Sisi: "The Enlightenment Meeting...it's such a distant name. I feel like the last time I heard about it was two years ago."

Fang Chang: "It seems that the hidden mission has been triggered, come on. (Squints and smiles)"

Desert Eagle: "What the hell?"

Junichiro Xiaokawa: "Really or not?!"

…

Just when Taran's post sank into the sea, an investigation report on Alliance spies was also delivered to the desk of Yongye Port Governor Yahui.

After reading the report from beginning to end, Yahui frowned slightly and looked at the garrison chief Willoughby who was standing in front of his desk and asked.

"What is this enlightenment meeting...?"

He has been working in Yongye Port for fifteen years and has never heard of this name.

Willoughby, standing in front of him, also shook his head and said seriously.

"I have collected intelligence from Art City and Triumph City. There is very little information about this organization... It is said to be related to Shelter 0 and a document called Project Torch."

Yahui frowned.

"Vault 0? Project Torch?"

Willoughby nodded slowly and continued in a serious tone.

"Behind these two things corresponds a weapon that is enough to start the world. It is said that the power of that thing can not only affect the outcome of one or two battles, but can even directly rewrite the entire era."

This information comes from the archives of Triumph City and is included in the related entries of the Enlightenment Society.

However, what is intriguing is that there are very few clues involving Vault 0 and the Torch Project.

There are two possibilities.

People in Triumph City really don’t have much information about these two things.

We do not rule out the possibility that some great being does not want them to know these things.

Yahui's pupils shrank slightly, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind. These countless possibilities all converged at the same coordinate.

"This weapon is hidden in the desert..."

Willoughby looked at Mr. Governor intently and continued in a serious tone.

"It is reasonable to speculate that at least the Enlightenment may know its whereabouts."

After getting up and walking to the office window, Yahui stared at the prosperous port outside the window.

A weapon that can rewrite an entire era...

It's hard to imagine what kind of weapon could destroy this prosperous settlement in an instant.

However, he won't let that happen.

If someone was going to do this, he would definitely not let that guy go.

This port is like his child and he will never allow anyone to destroy it!

"...What do you think?"

Looking at Mr. Governor with his back turned to him, Willoughby said respectfully.

"Although there is no direct evidence, I am almost certain that the guy we just captured is a spy of the Alliance, and those No. 30 people we blocked at the hotel entrance are probably his accomplices!"

"After being exposed, he tried to change his tactics and make detours with our interrogators. It can be seen that he should have received some counter-reconnaissance training. This guy has something, but not much."

"The conjecture of colleagues in the intelligence office is that... our opponents may be trying to reach cooperation with the Enlightenment Society and obtain from them this weapon that can turn the tide of the entire war."

Yahui thought for a long time and suddenly said.

"This doesn't make sense. Since this weapon is so necessary and can even change the entire battle, why would he leak clues about the Enlightenment Society to us?"

Willoughby smiled lightly and expressed his speculation.

"This is actually very understandable. The Alliance is not completely ignorant about the Great Desert, but it has completely blank information about Yongye Port. Perhaps, it was some piece of information they collected in Kaoru City that pointed them to the southern part of the Great Desert. , that is, the southern industrial zone during the People's League era, but they are not sure whether we have cooperated with the Enlightenment Society. "

"From the perspective of the alliance, this is a trick to ask for direction. They deliberately released smoke bombs to test our reaction, and then made the next decision based on our reaction."

Yahui's pupils dilated slightly, and his expression gradually became serious.

"So what's your plan?"

"Use the trick." Willoughby looked at him confidently and said with bright eyes, "My subordinate is very smart. He released a false signal to the alliance's bait, making them mistakenly think that we have launched an official conflict with the Enlightenment Society. cooperate."

"I bet that the spy we imprisoned must be as anxious as an ant on a hot pot at the moment, and he can't wait to spread the news immediately."

"When people are anxious, things will go wrong. When the time comes, we can follow the clues to find the clues of the Enlightenment Society, and then find a way to get the 'Weapon Zero' they have!"

Facing those piercing eyes, Yahui pondered for a long time.

This plan is actually good, but there is only one doubt that makes him still have some concerns.

They had no direct evidence to prove that that guy was indeed a spy for the Alliance.

Everything is just their speculation.

However, in line with the attitude of "I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn't exist", he still nodded.

Regardless of whether the legendary weapon that can turn the tide of the war really exists, there is no harm in giving it a try...

"Do you have any concrete plans?"

"Of course," with a proud smile on his face, Willoughby took out another document from his arms and placed it gently on the desk, "The plan is codenamed 'Vesp', and I arranged some information The agents from the office bought a house near Blackwater Street and disguised it as a base for the Enlightenment Society."

“We can package an initiation session, pretend like we’re working together, and let them get the fox tail out on their own!”

…

The commotion in Blackwater Lane did not affect the tranquility of Yongye Harbor.

For the Weiland colonial people living in this port, it was like a smelly trash can. It was not unusual for firefights to occur. It would be strange if there was no smell of gunpowder wafting out.

Taran's three confidants hid in the city until dusk, and only hurried out of the city when they saw the wind blowing over.

As for the sand sculpture and the comedian, they followed him to the vicinity of the prison called "Catenode", and bought a room in the hotel with the identity he bought.

In this border town full of soldiers, a war without smoke seems to have begun.

So far, it seems that only the Enlightenment Society, which is at the center of the battlefield, has been kept in the dark for the time being...

The night is getting darker.

After reuniting with his family, Arman came to the tavern in the port area as promised.

Because of the long separation, his wife pestered him for a long time, so that even now his calves are still a little weak.

The moment he opened the door, the hot breath immediately hit his face along with the noisy sound.

"...Hahaha, Carver, you bastard is finally here! I thought you really bought a farm and went to farm!"

"Go away, I'm not born to drive a tractor, but the driving skills of a tank suit me!"

"Which team are you assigned to? Or the Green Army?"

"We are the second batch of the 60th Armored Troop. We will set off at the end of the month."

"Sixty? Damn, how many people were mobilized this time?"

"At least 100,000. Haven't you read "Triumph"? This time there will probably be a big wave!"

"It's exciting. I hope I can play in the league's homeland."

"I just hope we can get to the frontline quickly, before we even get a chance to shoot."

The entire tavern was filled with soldiers.

Either they came from the front line, or they were preparing to go to the front line. Most of the people in the front drank alone, while those in the back usually drank heavily in groups.

Although the front line also provides alcohol and other addictive products, it is obviously not as enjoyable as the unlimited drinking at the rear.

In fact, the Southern Army could not block the news coming from the front line. No one could cover the mouths of the Weilant people, not even the Weilant people themselves.

But if the league expects word-of-mouth frustration to crush their will to fight, that must be wishful thinking.

Because from the moment they complained, those who failed had been expelled from the team of Valantians.

On a speeding roller coaster, anyone who tries to hit the brakes is a traitor, and who is to say what the traitor said? They will just feel more right.

In a sense, the predicaments faced by the Velant and the Borneo people are similar.

Like two sides of a mirror.

It's just that the war before and after it has lasted for a century and a half, and the war after it has just begun.

Neither side knows how long it will take for the battle they want to fight to end, and how many generations will it take for the obsession and hatred in their hearts to end.

It is precisely because of this that Arman admires the pangolin man in his heart.

I heard that the guy was just a villager from the valley of Hehe Ting Province, but his deafening roar alarmed the Triumph City.

I hope he can bring hope from Triumph City.

I also hope that day doesn’t come too late...

In front of the bar counter, Arman found Kuruan, who had just gotten off work from customs.

This man in his early thirties has already been drunk. After changing out of the clothes with medals on them, he looks no different from the drunkards around him, and is even sloppier than them.

"Come and sit here." He spotted Arman from the crowd at a glance. Kuroru enthusiastically pulled out a chair for him, then looked at the bartender with a grin, "This is a friend I know. Bring me a beer."

"Thank you."

Arman nodded politely, sat next to the veteran, glanced around, and clicked his tongue in surprise.

"This pub has never been so busy."

"Things are different now. We can be regarded as making a fortune from war." The bartender put the cold beer on the bar and looked at Kuruan. "Don't be offended. I just said it casually. I didn't mean to ridicule you. ”

Kuruan smiled and waved his hand.

"I'm not that stingy. I'll even wish you good business."

Looking at this free and easy lame man, Arman found it quite interesting and smiled without asking anything.

"After you have listened to my story, can you tell me yours? I am very curious about what the situation is like on the front line."

Although he visited Borneo Province many times, he basically stayed in a few important ports and did not go deep into the interior of the land.

Kuruan grinned, and the smile on his face became intriguing.

"It's a mess. My story is as worthless as the battle report sent from the front line. If you insist on listening to it, just listen to it for fun. Don't take it seriously. Everything is still based on the "Victory Report of the Southern Army" The story prevails.”

"I am very interested in stories that are not mentioned in the newspapers. Those Borneo people will occasionally tell me some things that are not mentioned in the Survivor Daily." Arman clinked glasses with him and encouraged him to continue talking.

Kuruan smiled faintly, his eyes fell into memory, and he continued after thinking for a moment.

"...At that time we encountered the Skeleton Corps in Ridbull County. Those guys' tanks were like corkscrews. Our tanks were blown up one after another, like these beer bottle caps."

As he spoke, he flicked the bottle cap away with his thumb, and accurately flicked it into the trash can.

"What happened next?"

"Later? Of course we won later. Although you may not be able to accept the price, we have three thousand brothers who are neither missing nor found." Kuruan smiled and paused. After a moment, he added, "As for Gibson, he is still serving as his captain of ten thousand, while I was assigned to this poor customs."

Armen fell silent.

He did know that the more than 3,000 people were there, in the prisoner of war camp on the outskirts of Kinggallon Harbor.

The Alliance was actually pretty good to them. I heard that they would be paid for their work after the camp was closed, and they were also protected by Alliance laws and could only work eight hours a day.

Kuruan also fell into silence. He took a sip of beer alone and knocked the empty bottle on the moldy wooden table.

"Perhaps I am too pessimistic. I feel that it is almost impossible to win on the frontal battlefield... Unless there is some kind of weapon that can completely reverse the situation of the war and wipe our opponents from this planet. go."

Arman smiled bitterly.

"If that kind of weapon existed, its mere existence would be terrifying enough."

Kuruan grinned.

"Maybe there is? I heard that General Gulion made a bet and put part of his chips on a kind of 'death agent'."

Sensing an ominous atmosphere from this name, Arman frowned slightly.

"Death agent?"

Kuruan lowered his voice and said in a mysterious tone.

"Yes, a virus that only certain groups of people can be infected with can systematically eliminate our opponents...such as those rat tribesmen, snake tribesmen, etc. As for other people, they will only become carriers of the virus at most, but they will not be affected by the virus. influence.”

A look of astonishment appeared on Arman's face.

"Could something like this really be possible? I mean... wouldn't it really have the same effect on the Valantians?"

Kuruan smiled.

"Who knows, some things are like battle reports from the front line, half true and half false."

After a pause, he smiled again and said.

"...Speaking of which, I also heard from the gossip that this '嗽 thing' was actually made by a blue gopher."

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(Thanks to "CaptPaterno" for the reward!!!)