This Game Is Too Realistic

The setting sun shrunk to a point on the skyline and sank into the sea with the afterglow of dusk.

When it was finally time to get off work, Captain Willoughby finally breathed a sigh of relief.

What a bad day.

After the explosion at noon, he first received a call from the Secretary of the Secretary of the General Affairs Department of the Borneo War Zone, and then was rejected by the Governor's Palace.

That old fox Yahui had made a clear promise before, but now he turned his back on it and left all the butt-wiping work to him as soon as he said "it's up to you."

Fortunately, he is a captain of ten thousand men and has a way to continue to throw the pot away.

Pushing away his chair and leaving the desk, Willoughby left the garrison building humming a tuneless tune.

People greeted him from time to time along the way, and he smiled and nodded in response.

He enjoys this feeling of being respected.

Especially when his majesty was wronged elsewhere, those charming smiles always made him feel slightly relieved.

Pity.

His "Wasp" plan is obviously a genius plan, and it is about to succeed.

But who would have expected that the people below would take matters into their own hands, find someone who shouldn't be investigated in a case that shouldn't be investigated, and even alert the General Affairs Department... If so, it can only be said to be bad luck.

Just when he was lamenting that everything was not going well, a black car stopped steadily in front of him.

This is a garrison vehicle.

Willoughby was stunned for a moment, not remembering that he had arranged for a driver to pick him up.

At this moment, the back seat door suddenly opened, and an unexpected face appeared behind the door.

There was a cheerful smile on that face, as if watching prey that had fallen into a trap.

And the muzzle of the gun hidden in the shadow made his heartbeat and breathing freeze involuntarily.

"...Mr. Willoughby, please behave a little more self-consciously."

While talking, Taran pointed the gun at him and gently patted the seat next to him.

"Sit next to me obediently."

Finally realizing what happened, Willoughby's face gradually lost color.

Not daring to bet on whether there were bullets in the gun, he stretched out his trembling hands to hold the car door, and sat tremblingly next to the "wasp".

It was at this moment that he noticed the person sitting in the driver's seat, or that vaguely familiar face.

Willoughby's eyes widened for a moment, with disbelief evident in his pupils.

He has seen this guy!

This guy is a member of the garrison!

It's just that he can't remember this guy's name. After all, there are too many people greeting him every day.

"You, you are-"

"Kant, don't try hard to think of my name, you won't remember it." Glancing at the car's interior mirror, Kant said casually.

The indifferent expression seemed to be absent at all, but Willoughby was surprised and seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw.

"You are the garrison intelligence section -"

"Yes, I am still a disciple of the Enlightenment Society."

Enlightenment meeting?

Willoughby's head was dazed for a moment and he looked at him in astonishment. It took him a long time to squeeze out a word from his mouth.

"Are you... crazy?"

Kant didn't want to explain to him, he just started the car and threw something at Taran who was sitting in the back seat.

"etc--"

Willoughby's eyes widened in horror. He grabbed the door handle and tried to escape but found that the car door had been locked.

Taran realized that he could not let him escape, so he took out the wet towel he had prepared and rushed forward, holding his mouth and nose tightly.

Not long after, Willoughby stopped moving under his pressure, leaving only even and steady breathing.

After confirming that this guy was still alive, Taran put the towel stained with dark green crystals into a plastic bag and sealed it, then looked at Kant, who had started the car.

"...What's next?"

"Go to the radio station," Kant calmly lit a cigarette, "I have something to ask him."

…

On the other side, the garrison intelligence section.

After half an hour of busy work, Daniel finally cleared out the disguised stronghold of the "Enlightenment Society" and returned to the team with all the finishing staff and collection materials.

The "Wasp" project has come to an end, and the next step is to decide whether to stay or leave the thirty Alliance passengers detained in Carter Nod Prison.

Daniel took the finished documents and planned to go to Captain Willoughby to report the matter. After all, the entire "Wasp" was under his control, and the chief of the Intelligence Department was just a executor.

But when he arrived at the door, he found that the office door was tightly closed.

At this moment, Captain Willoughby's secretary happened to be passing by in the corridor. Daniel saw him and quickly stopped him and asked.

"Where's Captain Willoughby?"

The secretary pointed to his watch and said with an impatient look.

"What time is it now? Willow got off work earlier than Captain Ten Thousand. Come back tomorrow if you want."

Hearing that the commander had already left work, Daniel had a strange expression on his face, but he still nodded.

"...just go ahead."

He originally thought that Captain Willoughby would wait for him for a while, but he didn't expect that the adult was even more anxious to get home from work.

It seems that I am overthinking it.

After bidding farewell to Captain Willoughby's secretary, Daniel glanced at his watch and decided to take the information to the Intelligence Department office first.

But at this moment, he saw his assistant running over in a panic.

"No more talking, it's wrong!"

Looking at the out-of-breath running assistant and the pale face, Daniel frowned.

Not daring to waste time, he asked immediately.

"What's going on?"

The assistant gasped, swallowed, and said as if he had seen a ghost.

"The cancellation signal...has reappeared."

Cancel the signal?

Daniel was stunned for a moment, and didn't realize what it was at first. It wasn't until his eyes fell on the document in his hand that he suddenly realized that it was the car with the bomb planted in it.

With a sudden thud in his heart, he pushed away the assistant standing in front of him and rushed in the direction of the Intelligence Department.

The car didn't explode!

Someone blocked the signal!

But why? !

His mind was filled with countless incomprehensible confusions, and every possibility pointed to the worst outcome.

When he rushed to the Intelligence Division office, he saw everyone talking in surprise.

Without having time to think about it, he grabbed the nearest staff member and asked anxiously.

"Where's Kant? Where is that guy Kant!"

The staff member had a nervous expression on his face and shook his head in a panic.

"I, I don't know...he never showed up, and the last contact was near Carter Nod Prison."

"Nonsense! That phone call was made by me. Didn't I know that he had been to Catnold Prison?"

Daniel stretched out his hand and grabbed his collar, spitting and cursing.

"Find me someone! Immediately! I want to know where he is now and why he didn't detonate the bomb!"

"Yes, yes!" Listening to this unreasonable request, the staff almost looked sad in reply.

Daniel hurriedly let him go, then quickly walked to a terminal and pressed the shoulder of the operator who was about to get up from the terminal.

"Where is that car now?"

The staff member sitting in front of the terminal swallowed and replied nervously.

"We have just located its signal. It is crossing Route 14, and its destination should be northwest of Yongye Port..."

Since there are no satellites, they can only use plane positioning signals to determine the target's location.

That is, first measure the azimuth and relative distance of the signal source, and then determine the location of the signal emission source on the map based on the location of the signal receiving location.

This positioning method has a large error, and there will be a certain lag depending on the complexity of the road conditions.

Daniel's brain was working very fast, and he kept mumbling.

"The northwest side of Yongye Port... the northwest side... what exactly is there?"

A staff member sitting next to him said in an uncertain tone.

"...Is it a radio station?"

Radio station?

Daniel was stunned for a moment, his pupils shrank sharply, and a terrible thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

If it was a radio station, he probably guessed what that guy was going to do...

But why?

Seeing that the leader of the planning team did not speak, the staff swallowed and continued nervously.

"...The locator signal can be received, the bomb should not have been defused yet, and they can't defuse the bomb while driving. If we call that number now, we can blow up the target... Do you want to do it?"

Daniel said nothing.

The plan has been controlled. He doesn't even know who is sitting in that car now. Even if the number is dialed, the controlled train will be stopped.

While he was dazed for a moment, the head of the intelligence department suddenly burst in from outside the door.

The man who had always been calm now had panic written all over his face.

He strode forward and grabbed Daniel's shoulders.

"Have you seen Willoughby grow up?"

Looking at those bloodshot eyes, Daniel was frightened for a moment and shook his head subconsciously.

"No, I looked for him, but his secretary told me that he was off work-"

Before he could finish his words, the section chief, whose eyes were bloodshot, interrupted him rudely.

"Someone said that he was seen getting into a black car at the door of the garrison building. The license plate number is the same as the one we reported damaged! What the hell are you doing?!"

The moment he heard this sentence, Daniel felt as if a 10-kilogram aerial bomb had been detonated in his brain, and it went blank with a buzz.

Not only did that idiot fail to silence the Wasp, he also kidnapped all their leaders!

Agents from the Alliance of Partners kidnapped a captain...

And this was during wartime!

This is no different from rebellion.

His face was as white as toilet paper. Daniel felt that all the strength in his body was drained, and his body went limp and almost collapsed on the ground.

Looking at the furious section chief, he squeezed out a sentence from his trembling lips.

"...They are heading to the radio station in the northwest of the city. We have passed him now...maybe we can stop him."

The head of the Intelligence Section pushed him hard and knocked him out of the office door.

"Then what the hell are you waiting for? Why don't you give me a quickie!!"

"If our commander loses a hair, I will kill you myself!"

Daniel ran out of the door with a look of horror on his face. He had no doubt that his section chief was not joking. If Captain Willoughby made any mistake, the guy would definitely kill him without hesitation.

Without making any stop, he took a dozen agents from the Intelligence Section and headed towards the northwest city of Yongye Port without saying a word.

He was praying all the way, hoping that that idiot Kant would not do anything stupid.

At the same time, he kept dialing the contact number through the communicator, trying to get in touch with Kant.

However, the latter seemed to have expected that he would do this, and simply turned off the communication equipment, with no intention of communicating with him or stepping back from the cliff.

"Damn it!"

Daniel, who was sitting in the passenger seat, slammed the car door hard, his pupils burning with anger that was both frightening and frightening.

In just a moment, the black car carrying Captain Willoughby had already passed through the door of the radio station.

It was getting dark now, and most of the staff at the radio station had gone off work.

Looking at the car parked at the door, the security guard on duty stepped forward and asked you in a routine manner.

"Who are you?"

Kant skillfully took out the certificate from his arms and waved it in front of him twice.

"The garrison is on duty, open the door."

When the security guard heard that he was from the garrison, he didn't have any doubts. He quickly ran back to the duty booth and opened the railing in the middle of the road.

Kant stepped on the accelerator and drove the car into the car. He ignored the garage next to him and drove straight downstairs of the boxy five-story building directly in front of him.

After turning off the engine, he pulled up the handbrake and suddenly grabbed the Pu-9 submachine gun placed under the passenger seat. He looked back at Taran, who was sitting in the back seat.

"You carry him on your back and follow me."

After finally waiting for the most exciting part, Taran gave him a trusting look in excitement.

"Collect it."

It's a pity that this operation was too hasty.

If he was given another two or three days to prepare, and asked to mobilize the thirty brothers in the prison, and then call back the two confidants who were running outside the settlement, he might be able to set off a bigger wave of fireworks.

Kant nodded, did not continue to talk nonsense with him, and stepped out of the car door. Then he raised the barrel of the gun and shot it toward the sky.

The sudden sound of gunshots startled everyone around, and they all ran out as if they were dead.

The security guard standing in the duty hall was dumbfounded. He stared at the man holding a submachine gun in stunned silence, wondering what this guy was planning to do.

At this moment, Daniel and his men finally rushed to the scene.

Seeing Captain Willoughby being dragged out of the car, his eyes turned red for a moment and he yelled at Kant who was holding a submachine gun.

"Kant! Are you crazy?! What the hell do you want to do?!"

While giving the order, Daniel glanced at the teammates beside him and separated a group of people to go around the back of the radio station to prevent a building like Condley from escaping from the pursuers.

However, he didn't know that the loyal subordinate in front of him had no intention of escaping at all.

This was the battlefield he chose for himself, and it was also the final battlefield.

It is precisely for this reason that when faced with the furious roar of his boss, Kant's expression did not change at all, as if he had not heard it.

On the other hand, Taran, who was carrying Willoughby on his back, was completely confused by the angry roar.

What's going on?

He thought this was the plan of the Enlightenment Society, but the reaction of Daniel, the "guide", told him that it was obviously not the case.

What made him particularly confused was that he couldn't even tell whether this was an internal conflict between the Southern Legion or the Enlightenment Society.

At this moment, he was like "skipping" a large part of the plot, but when the fight was about to start, he couldn't tell which side was the enemy and which side was the friend.

"㳔I'm coming this way."

Looking at Kant who was waving to him, Taran finally decided to follow him first.

He didn't know what this NPC planned to do, but he promised this guy that he was ready.

And the moment he stepped into the building, the car they were riding in suddenly exploded and turned into a burning fireball.

The blazing flame illuminated Taran's confused face, and it was only then that he vaguely noticed something.

I'm afraid my identity has been exposed long ago...

Kant's next sentence confirmed his suspicion.

It's just that he doesn't understand why this Wilante man is on his side.

"...They planted a bomb in the car. According to the plan, you have died at the gate of Katnaud Prison.

"We will release your cells, but we will not acknowledge your existence...including the entire Wasp program."

Taran swallowed.

"...Project Wasp?"

Kant nodded, briefly explained the contents of the entire plan, and confessed everything to them.

In short, the garrison did not know about the existence of the Enlightenment Society. They only learned through the superior intelligence department that there was such an organization composed of shelter residents in the desert, and this organization was suspected of mastering this unfinished super project. arms.

So their respected garrison officer had an idea and forged a stronghold of the Enlightenment Society in the "Marshal's Arsenal", and tried to use this cocoon to get more information about the Enlightenment Society and the super weapon from him. Information.

The development of the relationship was actually very smooth, but unfortunately they checked out clues that they shouldn't have, and a big shot far away from Evernight Harbor took action to eliminate all their clues.

After listening to Kant's statement, Taran's face showed a look of dumbfounding.

"...After working on it for a long time, you still got the information about the Enlightenment Meeting from me."

Kant said it concisely and concisely.

"Part of it, right, and part of it comes from the archives of Aventur City and Triumph City."

Taran was silent for a while, sighed and said.

"...I've been working hard in vain."

Kant raised his eyebrows slightly.

"...Are you really a spy for the Alliance?"

"Spy? I am the commander of the Desert Corps," Taran grinned, "Of course, you can also think that I am bragging, but I won't admit it anyway."

Kant smiled noncommittally, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

If this guy could be the commander of a regiment, he would be as high as a captain of ten thousand men!

However, he did not discredit this guy, but quietly glanced at the growing number of vehicles and guards outside the window, and then spoke quietly.

"I'm sorry for involving you. Although I thought about letting you go, I need my teammates."

Taran grinned.

"Sorry for what you're doing, such an interesting relationship may not happen once in a lifetime, not to mention you consider me a teammate."

The calm and confident look in his eyes seemed to have no regard for life and death.

Kant glanced at him in surprise and suddenly smiled.

"I've always heard people say that the Alliance's shelter residents are a bunch of weirdos... now I believe it."

"Not all of them, but you are unlucky to meet someone as unreliable as me." Talan scratched the back of his head with his hand, and weighed the guy behind him, "What about now? Are you going to Should this guy be beaten up and get angry, or should he be used as a hostage in exchange for an alliance ship? "

"None of them," Kant shook his head and continued speaking slowly, "I have told you my plan from the beginning... The people of Weiland have heard enough lies, and now they need to listen Some truth."

For a time, more and more garrison guards completed their duties outside the radio station.

Daniel was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and so were the chiefs of the intelligence department, including the chiefs of other departments.

There were only two people who occupied the radio station, but the hostage they held was Captain Willoughby.

No one can bear the responsibility for accidentally killing a hostage, but dragging him down like this is not an option.

At this moment, the loudspeaker on the roof of the main building of the radio station suddenly sounded.

The harsh FM sound made the hairs of everyone present stand up involuntarily.

Especially Daniel, who is on the front line holding a gun.

After a moment, Kant's voice came out from the radio.

"People outside, listen up. Your commander, Captain Willoughby, is in my hands now. If you don't want him to encounter any accidents, you'd better stand where you are and don't move."

"My request is simple, just stand there, do nothing, and give me two hours."

“Just two hours!”

"I will use these precious two hours to conduct a special interview with our respected Captain Willoughby."