This Game Is Too Realistic

In the Governor's Mansion of Yongye Port, Governor Yahui was reviewing documents as usual.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock at the door.

Hearing the knock on the door, Yahui's heart sank slightly.

Just two hours ago, he had asked his secretary to reject all requests for meetings that were not scheduled in advance during working hours today, but the knock on the door still rang.

It seems that this knock on the door is probably something that neither he nor his secretary can refuse...

"Please come in."

Almost at the moment when he was invited to enter and exit, the man at the door opened the door and came in.

"Long time no see, Governor."

Looking at the man in military uniform at the door, Yahui also had a warm smile on his face.

"Long time no see... Mr. Peter, what kind of wind brings you here?"

Although the military rank of the man named Peter in front of him was only a captain of thousands, as a captain of ten thousand, he did not dare to neglect him at all.

There is no other.

This person is the secretary of Captain Dickens, the general affairs minister of the Borneo Provincial Theater of the Southern Army.

This position is not a small one.

Although Yahui himself is also a captain of ten thousand men, and a captain of ten thousand men, in an organization like the legion that emphasizes military merit, the rank of the chief in the administrative system is naturally one level lower than that of the officer in the military system. There are other divisions within the army.

Although the war zone general affairs department is not considered a combat establishment, it is still part of the military hierarchy after all. Moreover, it is also a frontline war zone, and its level is much higher than that of a colonial governor like him.

The key is that Yongye Port happens to be on the supply line of the frontline war zone. As the colonial governor, he has the obligation to cooperate with the other party to complete all the needs of raising supplies.

Even if the relationship between the two parties is not superior and subordinate, he still has to lower his posture.

After all, if he is labeled as "obstructing frontline logistics", his career will end there, and he will be in a lot of trouble.

It was precisely because of this that he had such a headache.

Looking at Yahui Peter who had a warm smile, he just smiled lightly and then said something pointedly.

"I heard that Yongye Port seems to be uneasy recently."

Yahui secretly sighed in his heart, even though the person who came here was evil, he still pretended to be confused and asked Yu

"This...which aspect are you referring to?"

Peter said it bluntly without any intention of beating around the bush.

"I heard that the explosion at noon seemed to have blown up a factory."

Yahui made a surprised expression and said with a smile.

"It's true... I heard that there was a gang fight, but it was just an abandoned factory and there were no casualties."

Although a few gang members and stowaways died, these things were not considered human beings at all.

In Yongye Port, only the affairs of the Weiland people are big things, and everything else is trivial.

Peter obviously acquiesced to this statement, but he was not satisfied with Yahui's answer.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked you with a half-smile.

"Gangs are fighting, but why did I hear that... the intelligence section of the garrison was also involved?"

Being stared at by that scrutinizing gaze, Yahui felt his scalp numb, and in his heart he cursed the idiot Willoughby, the garrison commander, over and over again.

"There is indeed some hidden meaning in this, but——"

Before he finished speaking, Peter, standing in front of him, raised his hand to stop him.

"Mr. Governor, I'm just here to convey the opinion of Captain Dickens. He feels... you are a little out of line with your duties."

"In addition, the anti-aircraft guns that were supposed to be sent to the front line appeared in the slums of Yongye Port. We have to suspect that there is some kind of benefit transfer behind this."

After hearing these words, Yahui couldn't help but cursed shamelessly in his heart.

Who is behind the transfer of benefits?

These days, it is the thief who calls out to catch the thief first.

Looking at Peter who was smiling but not smiling, he said in a calm voice.

"...I will notify the garrison."

Peter nodded slightly.

"No need, I already communicated with Captain Willoughby before coming here."

After leaving these words, he turned around and headed towards the door.

This arrogant move made Yahui's eyes flash with anger.

Thinking that he didn't need to be as knowledgeable as a captain, he finally suppressed his anger.

It is impossible for a secretary to do so many things on his own initiative unless instructed by the master behind him.

This was a knock from the Department of General Services, and perhaps from Minister Dickens himself.

"...a guy who relies on his own strength."

Watching the figure of Wan disappear outside the door, Yahui cursed in a low voice, grabbed the phone on the table, but didn't know who to call, so he threw it back.

At this moment, his secretary came in from the door tremblingly.

"Mr. Governor... I want to stop him, but——"

"It's not your fault, it's none of your business."

Yahui waved his index finger in a depressed mood and threw out a random sentence.

The secretary hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.

"Captain Willoughby would like to see you——"

Yahui interrupted his rambling impatiently.

"Let him go! Do whatever you have to do."

…

You have to choose between faith and bread, and those who need to make a choice are not just some unknown little people working in the customs, but also the big shots.

It's just that the information the latter can see is usually much more than the former can access.

It is precisely because of this that often when the former is still struggling, the latter has already made a choice early.

Throughout the afternoon, the calm Yongye Port was in peaceful turmoil.

That inconspicuous abandoned factory is like a stuffed powder keg, containing all the only dreams.

Whether it is the Wilant people who have lost their faith or the Wilant people who still have faith.

Gate of Catlod Prison, dusk.

Kant, who was about to get into the car parked at the door, suddenly received a call from Neil, and his hand stopped on the handle he had just opened.

He told Taran, who was following behind, to wait a moment, and he excused himself and stepped aside.

At this moment, the voice coming through the earphones made his heart sink slightly.

The boss who had just told him to continue executing the plan a few hours ago suddenly changed his tune.

What he was most worried about came out.

"...The operation is cancelled."

His Adam's apple moved, and he struggled to squeeze out an unnecessary question from his throat.

"Why?!"

"Captain Willoughby's call came to the Intelligence Division and the Wasp project was cancelled... It's obvious that our 'cocoon' has hit a wall that is far harder than ours."

There was a hint of exhaustion in Neil's voice, as well as a hint of self-deprecation.

Kant knew what he wanted to say but didn't say it. The prey they were eyeing had obviously bitten the bait, but now they said they were giving up...

Really unwilling to give up like this, he couldn't help but ask Yu.

"Then have you explained it to the section chief..."

Neil sighed deeply.

"Explained, it's nothing. I heard it was pressure from the theater general affairs department. The whole plan was personally deployed by Captain Willoughby. He should have explained everything he can. Even if we report it to the superiors, it will be unnecessary."

General Affairs Department...

Kant held his breath for a while, and it took a long time before he slowly spoke.

"What about our wasps?"

Neil was silent for a while.

"The Chief of the Intelligence Section talked with Captain Willoughby about this issue. They re-read the documents provided by Triumph City and drew new conclusions... Maybe the Torch Project was not actually completed. This plan started from the beginning. It’s just a bad project.”

As if to convince himself, he continued talking.

"...This actually makes sense. After all, neither the Triumph City nor the Eastern Legion paid enough attention to the weapons mentioned in the plan. Expecting to intercept this non-existent secret weapon may have been from the beginning. Our pretensions...or rather Chief Willoughby's pretensions."

Similar things have not happened before, and they have even happened more than once.

It's just that because of survivorship bias, only successful plans are remembered.

In fact, the vast majority of cases are bankruptcies due to various reasons.

The more well-prepared and complex the plan, the more so.

Neil reached out and pinched his eyebrows, and continued talking on the phone.

"As for the Wasp... I put a bomb in the car. You can activate it by adding a zero after the number I called and dialing it. It's up to you."

That guy was probably either an Alliance spy or an ordinary Vault resident.

If Neil was only vaguely suspicious at first, after being tested by so many people, he was almost convinced of it.

Only this explanation can explain why he has no flaws at all.

However, this guy has been involved in so many operations, they can't just ask him out politely.

Once that guy comes to their senses, they'll be the laughing stock of everyone.

Even for the sake of the Southern Legion's face, they had to keep him here.

Kant was silent for a while and whispered.

"I understand."

After hanging up the phone, he stood there and waited for a long time before returning to the car.

The "alliance spy" is already sitting in the car... Actually, we can't say that guy is a spy anymore, we can only say that he is a guy with an abnormal mind.

No matter how many lies the "Daily Survivor" tells, it can't prove that "The Triumph" or "The Victory of the Southern Legion" are little white rabbits who can't lie.㳎It is imbecile to use one person's lies to prove another person's honesty.

At first he thought this was just a lame excuse made up by a spy, but now it seems that this guy might really think so.

Kant didn't know how to describe his feelings. He was so stupid to cross the ocean and risk his own life for such a stupid reason.

Just like now.

He only had to dial a number and the guy sitting in the car would turn into a black corpse.

After that, whether the blame is passed on to the Enlightenment Association or the gang members, or no explanation is given, the matter is considered to be over.

But……

Is it really okay to end like this?

A terrible thought suddenly appeared in Kant's mind.

In fact, holding the "remote control", he had another choice... a choice that could not be called satisfying to everyone, but to him, it could be considered a satisfying choice.

That is to make this bomb that is destined to explode explode more violently, let it "bang" into fireworks in the center of the trouble, and let the last second of the countdown display its due value... It's not like everyone expected, quietly submerged in a hidden corner.

Kant, who was looking at the car, suddenly remembered that bizarre dream.

The picture in his field of vision seemed to be torn apart, then flickered like a slide, and gradually merged with the 500th world he had conquered.

But these are not flaws.

The real point is——

"I am the hero of the Velant people..."

He murmured softly in his mouth, and his cloudy pupils became more and more determined, as if he was determined about what he was going to do next.

Just like a true addiction addict, a guy who is hopelessly addicted to hallucinations.

He muttered his name silently, without dialing the number that ended everything. Instead, he turned on the signal jammer, stepped forward, opened the door of the car, and sat in the driver's seat.

You have to choose between bread and faith.

䀴He has already made his choice...

Looking at Kant who finally "cheered up", Taran had a bright smile on his face.

"...Are you ready to sleep, man?"

Glancing at the face in the rearview mirror, Kant's lips curled up into a rare smile.

This madman is the same as ever.

But why is he not the same at this moment?

In that flickering vision, the narrow road turned into an endless red carpet. At this moment, I, covered with medals, was walking on that pilgrimage road.

What he is doing is exactly what he longs to do.

"I am a veteran of the 300,000th Army. From the moment I joined the army, I was ready to surrender and dedicate my life to the marshal... I should ask you this, are you ready to surrender?"

"Haha, do you still need to ask about that kind of thing?" Taran was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed wildly and said cheerfully, "Let's go, don't grind around."

"Very stupid." Kant lit a cigarette for himself and started the car's engine skillfully.

Taran said excitedly.

"Are we looking for Tony now?"

Kant grinned and curled his lips in disdain.

"That kind of shrimp is not worth mentioning, and that is Morse's job. The trouble in Blackwater Alley will be solved by Blackwater Alley itself. Tonight is the best time, no one will disturb them."

"Similarly, the problems of the Weiland people should be solved by the Weiland people themselves... While there is still some time left, I will take you to do something big."

After saying that, he suddenly thought of something and added another sentence.

"By the way... this is the order of the Enlightenment Society. Our mission is not over yet. We have to dig out the blood-sucking moth lying on our backs."

Taran really had no interest in asking more questions, and just raised his eyebrows slightly.

"A big one? How big is it?"

"Captain Willoughby, the commander-in-chief of the Evernight Harbor garrison... Reliable intelligence shows that he is the traitor hiding in our team. No matter what happens, he can help us find [that guy]."

Kant, who was biting his cigarette butt, narrowed his eyes and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

"...It is now half past five in the afternoon, and it will be his time to get off work in fifteen minutes. I will park the car at the door of his unit in a while, and you are responsible for asking him to get in the car."

…

As the surveillance signal disappeared, Daniel no longer cared about the scattered wasp.

Kant will arrange everything for him, and then return to the team with the final file,

As for himself, what he has to do now is to clean up the "battlefield" and put an end to this hastily concluded operation.

On the other side, the comedian squatting not far away from the "Marshal's Arsenal" yawned.

This time he had no intention of being distracted, and he did not let up for a moment in his surveillance work.

However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed a large group of dark people coming out of the "Enlightenment Association Stronghold" that he was monitoring.

There were about thirty of those people, all in a hurry, carrying large and small packages of documents in their hands.

In just a few minutes, a "Closed" sign was hung on the door of the hotel.

This outrageous scene made him widen his eyes involuntarily, and he couldn't figure out what exactly happened.

Without any hesitation, he immediately logged off and told his teammates about the situation online who were recuperating.

䀴At the same time, at the gate of Katnod Prison.

Shortly after Kant started the car and drove away, Morse regained his freedom surrounded by a group of younger brothers.

Those pairs of adoring eyes made Morse intoxicated, as if he had truly become the emperor of the underground world of Yongye Port.

Being able to come out of the notorious Carter Nod Prison without incident is a great legend in itself in the eyes of the aliens in Blackwater Alley.

The last legend was Tony.

䀴It now belongs to Morse's collection.

A burly man walked in front of Morse and York and lowered his head respectfully.

"Congratulations, boss."

Ignoring the prison guard behind him, Morse grinned, patted the back of his little brother's head, then pulled his head closer and whispered into his ear.

"... Let the brothers prepare. We have a debt to settle with the guys from the Iron Hand Gang."

"yes!"

The strong man looked solemn, nodded respectfully, then turned to face the group of minions and shouted.

The minions looked excited and had high morale, just like real hyenas getting ready for battle!

The sky was covered with dark clouds, covering the dusk on the horizon, and a menacing rainstorm was quietly brewing.

If the people of Willant still have bread and faith to choose from, then the rotten people living in Blackwater Lane don't even have a chance to choose.

Blackwater Alley is not an alley, but a collective name for all the streets in Yongye Port that have neither house numbers nor drainage systems.

It is not a planned urban area, but a natural decay born under the "sewage outlet" of Yongye Port.

People living here will either be assimilated by that stinky thing, or they can only try their best to grow wings.

Even if they grow wings, they are just flies, and they will rot with other garbage.

Standing in front of the gate of Carter Nod Prison, Morse faced his younger brothers and completed the mobilization before the war.

His roaring voice and flying spit made him look like a real vicious dog.

However, at this moment, he didn't know that the "Enlightenment Society" he was loyal to had disappeared without even a hair left because of a certain big shot's words.

The "disciple" status he earned by betting on his own life and that of a group of neighbors has turned into a complete joke.

If the car exploded in front of the prison door, he might suddenly wake up and wait for the wind to blow over with his tail between his legs shivering.

However, fate played a joke on him. The hand that pushed him to his current position went crazy before him...

Their target is the "Last Game", the largest gold-selling den in Blackwater Lane. It is the largest gambling den in the entire Yongye Port and is also the headquarters of the Iron Hand Gang.

There was no need to think about it. With such a big thing happening, Tony would be pulling out his hair in worry.

It was too troublesome to pull them out one by one. He could make an exception and help this guy for free.

After completing the mobilization for the war, the boys who gathered at the gate of Katnod Prison dispersed in a hurry.

The guards who were standing at the prison door in a tight formation breathed a sigh of relief and lowered their sticks.

The cockroaches of Blackwater Lane dared to cause trouble at the gate of Catnold Prison. This was the first time they had seen such a fight.

I don’t know who gave them the courage...

Everyone was whispering and whispering to each other, except the sullen warden who didn't say anything.

He did know who gave these guys the courage not to take Carter Nod Prison seriously.

It was precisely because of this knowledge that he just stood at the door with his men, instead of calling for support from the garrison or leading his men to rush forward.

After all, who can guarantee that these jumping cockroaches are not part of the plan?

Since the big shots in the garrison said they could be used, that's what it was.

At least before receiving the new notice, he had no reason to make any arrests.

The younger brothers around him left one after another, and Morse, who had finished his glory, was also ready to take the money from his family.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar face among the row of prison guards.

With a hint of surprise in his eyes, he walked forward with a smile and patted the guy on the shoulder.

"Hey bro, now I'm a disciple too."

Looking at the vicious dog that was staring at him, Andrew's brain shut down for a moment, his face turned pale, and he even forgot that he was a superior Weirantian.

There was only one thought left in his mind——

Why do the eagle dogs raised by the garrison recognize me? !

Morse did not stay here longer, said hello and left gracefully, leaving the stunned Andrew standing there, surrounded by pairs of eyes.

The warden frowned.

Like other guards, he turned his scrutiny to the oldest prisoner in Katnoud Prison.

"You know that guy?"

Andrew shook his head in fear and stammered.

"No, I don't know..."

The warden frowned but didn't say anything. After all, this guy was always so submissive.

But unlike him, other people in guard uniforms started whispering.

Disciple?

What is a disciple?

…

On the other side, Morse, who was in a great mood, entered the Hyena Gang's stronghold and took the "Rip" light machine gun in his hand that had not been put to use in the midday battle.

He swore.

He would use this thing to leave a deep impression on the guy who threatened to attend his funeral.

As soon as he thought about that face that was twisted with fear, he couldn't restrain his excitement and wanted to try his hand with a few shuttles towards the roof.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a twitch between his eyebrows, and then a stinging sensation like an electric current crawled toward his left eye, making his vision blurry.

"ah……"

Dropping the machine gun in his hand, Morse groaned in pain and put his hand on his eyes.

Upon seeing this, York quickly walked up to him and asked.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Shaking his groggy head, Morse frowned and said.

"...Nothing."

York still looked at him worriedly, but he didn't dare to say any more nonsense.

At this moment, Morse suddenly thought of something and looked at York and asked.

"By the way, York...what did you see in that dream that afternoon?"

York was stunned for a moment, and his ugly face suddenly became shy.

The bald man with a scar on his chest scratched the back of his head and chuckled uninterestedly.

"I'm not afraid of making fun of you... I... dreamed of my old mother."

Morse was speechless for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! You are so damn... you are such a talent."

Looking at the leader who was laughing at him, York looked helpless.

After a long pause, he suddenly seemed to have thought about something again and said with a smile.

"By the way, boss... we will take over Tony's business from now on, can we get some of that stuff?"

The elder brother of the Enlightenment Society only warned them not to do business with the Weirant people, but he did not say that they were not allowed to do this business.

The name Snake Oil is too casual.

If it were changed to "Dream" or "Aurora", they might be able to earn more than Tony.

"Can you be a bit promising?" Morse slapped him on the head. "You have money and you don't have anything? Do you need that thing?"

York, who was slapped, had an innocent expression on his face. He knew why the boss was teaching him a lesson.

He had seen with his own eyes the final fate of those useless people, and he had even broken many of their necks himself.

But the problem is...this is not a problem that can be solved by just having money.

In fact, he didn't think much about it, he just wanted to finish the meal that Mengmeng had eaten.

The bastards in Blackwater Lane didn't always have something to eat, especially when he was a little bastard. His mother used the money she earned at night to make him a pot of oxtail soup. The delicious smell made his mouth water and his eyes gleam with stars.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, he chatted with her for a long time, talking about many things, including the present and the future... This was the first time since he buried her that he felt so relaxed.

Seeing that the pot of food was about to be cooked, he woke up from his dream.

If only it could happen again for just one second...

Just one second.

"Boss, what did you see?" York suddenly became curious.

He always felt that his boss was more promising than him and should be dreaming of more interesting things.

However, Morse, who was loading the machine gun, was a little impatient and just said something perfunctory.

"It has nothing to do with you."