This Game Is Too Realistic

Made by the blue hamster...

Arman's face was full of surprise.

Perhaps because the residents of the shelter he knew were all pretty nice, he couldn't believe that among those kindhearted people there were actually some extreme demons.

Of course, he was only surprised for a short while, and soon he was relieved.

After all, not to mention others, wasn't he sitting in this tavern out of tune with the people around him?

"...I've heard a rumor that the earliest Borneans were actually a remnant from the Central World, and their genes are not much different from other survivors in the wasteland."

The vast majority of Borneans can recognize each other as their compatriots at a glance, and can roughly determine which tribe the other person belongs to based on their surnames.

However, outsiders can't actually tell the difference between them unless they often deal with Borneans.

This phenomenon is particularly common on the Death Coast. Apart from the barriers of culture and faith, the residents from the Sunset Province and Bornean Province have basically no big differences in appearance.

Kuluan grinned.

"I've heard of it, but so what? We are not the descendants of the Middle World, we are their conquerors, the virus can't affect us anyway, and there is nothing wrong with cleaning up some of the garbage..."

There are too many natives in the colony, and the technology of the Prosperous Age has allowed some people who shouldn't have survived to survive.

For example, Blackwater Alley.

It is a hotbed for plague and corruption.

But it is undeniable that the prosperity of Evernight Port is indeed due to the hard work of the people there.

If they hadn't endured exploitation without complaint, how could the Willant people live in a big house?

A beautiful life can't just fall from the sky.

Kuluan was silent for a while, took a sip of beer, and said with some contradictions.

"Not really. I never agree with that method of winning. Honest fighting is our tradition, and dying before old age is also an honor... But that's the game of the big guys. You and I can't change anything even if we feel uncomfortable."

Arman fell silent for a while.

He felt the most deeply about this. Even if he moved his home next to the Governor-General, it didn't change that he was just an insignificant chess piece.

When the disaster happened, he could do nothing but pray to the gods.

Unwilling to talk more about the topic of "death dose", Kuran quickly changed the topic.

The two people sitting at the bar drank bottle after bottle, and talked for a long time without realizing it.

Kuran later told many stories about the frontline, from the meat grinder in Rydbur County to the three bloody battles at the river bay.

These stories and the content written in the "Southern Army Victory Report" are like two completely unrelated worlds.

What made Armand particularly impressed was that the ratman with a bandage on his head turned into a "jungle rat" that made the frontline troops feel extremely difficult.

It turns out that gold shines wherever it is.

Armand was not the only one who was impressed.

Hearing that he and Ishel had a chance encounter, Kuran also showed an expression of surprise on his face.

"Damn... you actually know that guy? I heard that he made Captain Olett suffer a lot in the three northern states of Borneo Province!" Captain Olett and his subordinates have been stationed in Evernight Harbor. They are also local celebrities. Their reputation makes the mutant tribes in the Great Desert tremble in fear. Alman is of course familiar with this name, but he is even more surprised that Isher can be compared with this general. Facing Kuran's surprised eyes, Alman coughed lightly and said humbly. "It's just a nod of friendship... My wife is familiar with him, and thanks to his help, my family was safe."

Kuluan's heart moved, and he suddenly lowered his voice, and continued to speak mysteriously.

"Speaking of which, you should know a lot of Brahmans, right?"

Arman was stunned, and saw a trace of unusual eagerness in his eyes, and he couldn't help but raise a little alert in his heart.

"What's wrong?"

Kuluan smiled mysteriously, took out a thumb-sized bottle from his arms, and gently placed it on the table.

The bottle contained a few clusters of crystal clear dark green crystals, just like the debris scraped off the surface of the crystal.

Seeing this thumb-sized bottle, Arman was stunned.

"…What is this?"

"Crystals extracted from snake grass…As for snake grass, it is a specialty of Borneo Province, or Snake State."

Kuruan lowered his voice and continued in a very soft tone.

"In simple terms, it can help you get rid of worldly troubles temporarily…just like cigarettes and alcohol, do you want to try it?"

The voice was like the whisper of the devil.

Looking at this bottle of deadly poison, Alman's Adam's apple moved, and his index finger gently pushed it open.

"I'm afraid this is not as simple as cigarettes and alcohol."

Kuruan smiled faintly and continued.

"Indeed, it has a stronger hallucinogenic effect than cigarettes and alcohol. If you are not careful, you will become addicted to it. But there are no other side effects. The military leaders in Borneo Province grow it in exchange for military expenses, and the Logistics Department mixes it with other drugs to make tranquilizers to treat the mental trauma of the wounded soldiers, such as the stress reaction to hearing explosions, etc. Then they make money from the military expenses."

Arman said in surprise.

"How could a warlord from Borneo do business with the Logistics Department?!"

Kuruan said softly.

"Of course they won't do takeout directly, but some local gangs are happy to be middlemen, such as Junkrat, Blood Lion, and other kinds of messy things. If the oil and water leak out a little, it will be enough. They're full."

When he said this, Kuruan paused for a moment, glanced at Zuo and saw that no one was paying attention, and then continued in a soft voice.

"The frontline is responsible for making casualties, and the logistics office makes money from them... Although the wounded do not need to pay the money themselves, it is ultimately paid by the taxes paid by the Weirant people. Soon someone saw the business opportunities, Purchase those magical little pills from the hands of the wounded, then purify the active ingredients inside, make them into more powerful products, and sell them to those in need. "

Armen stared at him with wide eyes.

"Are you crazy? This thing-"

"Hehe, don't get me wrong, I don't have that. I'm just a buyer at most." Kuruan raised his hands and said with a smile, "But after I said so much, didn't you see the business opportunity in it?"

Before Arman could speak, Kuruan lowered his voice and continued.

"Snake grass only grows in the Snake State. The vast desert does not have the conditions for it to grow. If you can get through the relationship with the warlords in Borneo Province, we can bypass the logistics department and the gangs in Saifan Port and get it directly. To obtain a large amount of snake grass, it is not possible to purify and crystallize it through those small pills——"

"I have never heard of this kind of love, and I am not interested in this kind of business."

Before Kuruan finished speaking, Arman suddenly stood up from his stool and interrupted him in mid-sentence.

"Sorry... this may be a highly profitable business, but the risk is too high."

Kuruan looked at him in astonishment, wondering what was wrong with this guy.

"Risk? My friend, I have a relationship with the customs and the dock. You are helping the logistics department transport the wounded... What are the risks if we join forces?"

Arman couldn't help but ask.

"Do you remember when you were a centurion?"

"Centurion..." Kuruan smiled sarcastically, "It turns out that I am still a centurion. I didn't expect anyone would remember it."

"I remember, and I believe many people remember, that you shed blood for the people of Vaillant, so please never give up on yourself."

Arman put his hand on his shoulder and shook it vigorously, then left the drink money on the table.

"I'm here to discuss another deal with you. Although it's not as profitable as the deal you mentioned, at least it won't harm our compatriots... I'm sorry again, I can't participate in your deal. Let's just pretend that we don't have one tonight. I’ve seen Tuo.”

His Adam's apple moved and he continued.

"But if you change your mind, I welcome you in at any time."

After leaving these words, he removed his hand from Kuruan's body, turned around and walked out of the tavern.

Kuruan stared at Arman's back.

A trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but it was just a flash and passed away.

He has dedicated enough to the Legion, and even almost died on the front line.

Because he was a centurion, he could still hang out in the customs, but his comrades could only go home with shame and scars all over their bodies.

If all this is for loyalty, that's fine. He is not here to fight for money.

But when he arrived at Xifan Port, he had to constantly endure the cynicism of his compatriots and the lies that tore reality apart.

He didn't get the honor he craved.

Together with his 340,000th team, he became a disgrace to the Vallant people and was ridiculed as a negative example by idiots who knew nothing.

You have to choose between faith and bread.

If the former no longer exists, then he should at least fish a little more to fill the empty hole in his heart.

Taking a sip of cold beer, Kuruan drove the depressed emotions out of his mind.

At this time, a man in formal attire sat next to him and handed him a box of cigarettes.

"How was the talk?"

Glancing at the man sitting next to him, Kuruan's hoarse voice answered.

"He refused."

"Really?"

Tony sighed and shrugged helplessly.

"Although it was expected, I do have some regrets... If we can use those big ships, our business can be even bigger."

Kuruan glanced at him.

"You don't seem surprised at all?"

Tony lit a cigarette for himself and said calmly.

"I asked about his details. That guy is a member of the Silver Moon Sect. Most people with faith are more difficult to deal with."

Kuruan raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a bad look.

"Are you questioning my faith?"

Tony was stunned. He didn't know why this guy suddenly became so sensitive, but he still smiled and shrugged.

"This...does anyone need to doubt it? Stop talking nonsense, my friend, let's continue talking about business. Listen, I have found a new partner here."

Kuruan asked calmly.

"Is that guy reliable?"

"It's 100% reliable. The warlord of Snake State in Borneo Province is one of their own." Tony said with joy, waving towards the door and gesturing to the young man standing in the corridor to come over, "I I’ve already brought it, I’ll introduce it to you.”

Kuruan followed his line of sight and looked at the young man.

That guy is a Borneo, and his appearance is not very typical.

Most of the Borneo people would subconsciously look for the toes of his shoes when they made eye contact with him, but this guy looked at him levelly without being condescending or condescending.

"Meta, the Blue Family," Tony patted the young man on the shoulder and grinned at Kuruan, "They have built a large field in the northwest of Snake State, and they also built a fishing port. "

The young man named Meta nodded cautiously and said politely to Kuruan.

"You, Mr. Kuruan, I have heard of your reputation."

Kuruan grinned, feeling that it was quite interesting to hear this from the mouth of the Balo man.

Not to mention his reputation, even if there is such a thing, it must be made of the heads of a Borneo.

"What the hell is the Blue Family?" Kuruan looked at Tony and said without politeness, "Is this thing reliable?"

Tony raised his eyebrows at him and said with a bright smile.

"Don't worry, that's just their level. According to the order of white, green, yellow, blue, purple and gold, the level of the Blue family is already not low. You can understand them as a special religion."

As he finished speaking, Tony squeezed Meta's shoulders again.

"Don't worry about it. Everyone in Weiland has this temper. They can say whatever they want."

Meta had an indifferent expression, but Kuruan raised the corners of his mouth with interest.

"I thought people of faith were more difficult to deal with."

Tony was about to explain when Meta, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke righteously.

"The family will need funds and get rid of financial difficulties. Zeid said it first. This is a necessary evil to serve a higher cause and a temporary setback. It is a strong medicine for the stubborn diseases of the old era. It is a dialectical distinction between contradictions. , even if it is planted, it is reasonable.”

Not to mention smoking it for you.

Meta sneered in his heart, but he hid these words and the sneer in his heart.

His boss told him not to be as knowledgeable as the Weirant people, but to work hard to earn their money, use their money to buy their guns, and then use their guns to shoot their people.

Before coming here, he had made sufficient mental preparations, but he still couldn't hold back his disgust for the Weirant people.

After all, he was a Borneo before being a family member.

Kuruan chuckled, indifferent to the young man's fart, and turned to look at Tony who looked helpless.

"How to trade?"

Seeing that the most difficult person from Wilant finally stopped finding fault, Tony breathed a sigh of relief and continued quickly.

"It's very simple, use those speedboats to transport weapons! We bribed some people, and when they went to Chengdu, they would go around a section along the southwest coast of Borneo, passing by the fishing village of Snake State. We would hide the goods on the boat, and then in your As for the sales, my Iron Hand Gang will take care of it."

Kuruan nodded.

This method is good.

They are not strict about checking empty ships, let alone ships transporting supplies to the front line.

After explaining the transportation process, Tony looked at Meta and then continued.

"We can get as much of the goods as you need from us, but we only accept dinar transactions, and we need to purchase some supplies and transport them to Shezhou."

Kuruan chuckled.

"What are you doing there?"

Meta narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You really want to know?"

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was tense again, Tony hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Okay, okay, don't ask so many questions. Besides, the things I bought are for the civil war... it has nothing to do with you."

After speaking, he winked at Meta.

Although Hou Yi was reluctant, he still stiffened his neck and nodded, accepting the explanation.

Kuruan sneered and refused to expose this guy.

"I'll just treat it like this."

It wouldn't be a big deal even if the weapons of the Vaillant people appeared on the front line.

The Borneo Army still has half of its legion-standard equipment that has not been replaced, forcing the alliance to help the Borneo people set up an additional ammunition production line to produce the ammunition needed for legion-standard weapons.

No one will find him here at all.

Besides, all he does is turn a blind eye, and the real deal will never pass through his hands.

The dirty work is all Blackwater Lane's job.

After a pause, Kuruan raised three fingers.

"I want to take 30% of your business, 30% of the sales."

Tony had a pained expression on his face, but he finally nodded.

"no problem……"

This job couldn't get around the Weilant man at all. Even if it was to sell the goods to more places in the future, he had to find a way to get this guy down.

Kuruan nodded, waved to the bartender who had ducked to the other side of the bar at some point, motioned for him to come over, and then patted Tony, who was sitting next to him, on the shoulder.

"He pays the bill."

Then he would arrange for a few comrades to keep an eye on him.

As the war continued, the security payments of the Confederate Army would certainly be affected.

Besides, that little money is not enough for them to live comfortably for the rest of their lives, so his old boss has to find a way for them.

After saying the last words, Kuruan grabbed the drink money that Arman left on the bar, stuffed it into his pocket, and limped out of the tavern.

…

Just when the leader of the Iron Hand Gang was taking Lan's family to have a drink, there was a rush of unfamiliar footsteps on the corner of Blackwater Lane.

A man with a scarf wrapped around his neck walked into the alley in a hurry.

His name is Andrew. He is a pure-blooded Willant man who works as a guard in Carter Nod Prison.

In addition, he also has another identity, that is, a disciple of the Enlightenment Society.

It is worth mentioning that although the Enlightenment Society only recruits shelter residents in name, the threshold for shelter residents is not very high. You can just find a shelter with less stringent rules and register.

It is precisely for this reason that while the Enlightenment Society spreads doomsday beliefs, it will also carry with it the following thing - as long as you become a disciple of the Enlightenment Society, you will be able to live in the Ark of Refuge on the day the world restarts.

And this is the so-called "handle" of the "torch".

However, the reason why Andrew joined the Enlightenment Society was not because of any doomsday prophecies, but purely because the Enlightenment Society gave him a large amount of benefits.

For example, they gave him a fair-skinned, beautiful, gentle and pure-blooded Willant wife.

Although Carter Nod Prison looks majestic from the outside, being a guard inside is not a pleasant job, especially since all the poor people in this prison are imprisoned.

In the Southern Legion, only guys who can't get along will be assigned here.

For an old, ugly, and poor Wilant man like him who lives at the bottom of society, selling his noble bloodline and marrying an inferior native is almost the only option.

After all, he can't just fight for a medal on the battlefield like those young guys.

At his age, he has no chance.

Moreover, he was a coward himself, and the little courage he had was used in imagining the power and omnipotence of the Weirant people.

He didn't dare to go to the battlefield before, let alone now. Putting aside the material conditions, his spirit is also lackluster, and there is nothing interesting about him.

It is precisely for this reason that he is so grateful for the gifts given by the Enlightenment Society - the marriage and family they gave him are things that he cannot get even if he continues on his normal human trajectory, even if he exhausts his life.

Even if the other party tells him frankly that his wife is a clone, she is an empty shell without a soul except for having the common sense to take care of herself.

However, Andrew didn't care about that stuff at all, so it's better to say that this is just right.

Anyway, the marks of cloned humans are not inherited. A docile doll saves parents trouble and can demonstrate his uncompromising "majesty".

The ideas of the Enlightenment coincided with his in a twisted dimension, with only a "small difference."

What the Enlightenment wants to create is an elite world composed entirely of Vault residents, and his ideal elite world is composed entirely of Valantians.

With similar ideals, it's no wonder they came together.

In fact, there are many Weirant people who have similar experiences to Andrew in Yongye Port.

They are scattered in all walks of life, especially those "mean industries" that are not recognized by the mainstream society but are indispensable.

Although the clones produced from the assembly line have much lower social attributes than the population naturally produced from social activities and cannot perform overly complex tasks, they can infiltrate into the Southern Legion in a parasite-like manner. During the meeting.

This infiltration plan is carried out simultaneously with other plans they are conducting.

They have been consciously infiltrating into the Southern Legion since a long time ago.

Like the iron worm that captures the praying mantis.

And all this happens quietly...

Stopping in front of a secluded house, Andrew quietly glanced aside to make sure no one was following him, then stretched out his knuckles and knocked on the door lightly.

After about half a minute, there was a sound from behind the door, but it did not open.

Andrew pressed his face against the crack of the door and lowered his hoarse voice.

"Cartnod prison... has recently admitted thirty-one prisoners. They are residents of the shelter and are members of the Alliance."

After a pause, he continued.

"Our warden said they are spies of the Alliance, but I always feel that they are not such stupid spies, or rather... these guys are not just drunkards, they have other hidden purposes."

"I took the risk to inquire about some details of the interrogation, and one of them mentioned us at the end and said he wanted to infiltrate us..."

There was an obvious commotion behind the door, and then a hoarse voice like a poisonous snake spitting a message came from the crack of the door.

"Who did he say that to?"

"Said to the person who interrogated him. The idiot who interrogated him even agreed to it."

When he said this, Andrew's voice was a little annoyed and a little confused.

"...That's the problem. The guard who came from the garrison is not one of ours at all! I exchanged codes with him several times, but he didn't notice me at all!"

There was silence behind the door for a long time.

"...It's a bit messy. I have to sort it out. Come see me again at this time tomorrow."

Logically speaking, the Southern Army should not be aware of their existence.

All kinds of abnormal signs confused him, so much so that he couldn't even be sure whether this weird drama had anything to do with them... even though nominally they seemed to be standing in the center of the stage.

In any case, it is not a good idea to alert the Southern Army at this time. They have to muddy the water before they can fish in troubled waters.

Before making the next deployment, he needs to ask his superiors for instructions.

Hearing the sound from the door, Andrew nodded hurriedly.

Blackwater Alley is not a nice place, and he wouldn't want to stay here for a second longer if he could.

"Okay...I'll leave first."

With these words behind him, he turned around and hurriedly walked down the street, returning along the route to the nearest market.

However, he didn't notice that a pair of eyes were staring at his back from beginning to end.

From the moment he entered Blackwater Lane.

"The Enlightenment Meeting...it turns out there really is such a thing."

Playing with the dagger in his hand, Morse stood in the shadows and thought to himself, a nervous smile suddenly appeared on his face.

After living in Heishui Lane for so many years, it was the first time that he felt that the doorstep of his home was so strange.

I didn't expect that a small person like me would be lucky enough to participate in the games played by those big people... even if I just glanced at them from a distance.

Morse felt that all the cells in his body were uncontrollably excited.

His name and his hyena gang might become the legend of the entire Blackwater Alley!

Don't talk about Tony then, even the boss behind him will have to lick the soles of his shoes!

At this moment, York, the strong man with a scar on his chest, stood next to him, but he became nervous.

One moment it's the Alliance, the next it's the Legion.

He always felt that this would turn into a huge trouble...