This Game Is Too Realistic

8pm.

Yongye Harbor has completely melted into the night, leaving only the floating lights above and below.

Arman, who was standing by the window, had a hint of sadness in his brows and sighed softly.

"It's getting more and more uneasy here lately."

Gang fights, addictive drugs, power and money transactions...good guys are either forced to become bad guys, or die of depression, whether they are Valantians or aliens.

He has been here less than a week, and almost every day he sees bad things or hears bad news.

However, when he opened the newspaper, all he could see was the proud Weiland people marching from one victory to the next with their heads held high, but there was no mention of the problems that the Weiland people were encountering.

News and reality are like two parallel lines that do not intersect. The more you watch them, the more you can feel the disconnect between them.

Sometimes he couldn't help but think that it would be great if the lord marshal could take care of this terrible settlement. However, the reality is that even the lord marshal who respects him may not know that there is "Eternal Night Harbor" under his feet. A place.

And, where to start?

This is probably an unsolved problem.

Sensing the trouble in her husband's heart, Margery walked up to him in her pajamas.

She put her arms around his neck, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and comforted him softly.

"The whole world is like this, let alone here? Don't worry too much about us, we will take care of ourselves...and you too, you have to take care of yourself outside."

Staring into those eyes, Arman was silent for a moment and expressed the thought in his heart.

"...I want to take you out of here."

Margaery also stared at him intently and asked in a very soft voice.

"And where to go?"

Arman took a deep breath.

"I wanted to go to Golden Gallon Port before, but then I found out that French Fries Port is also good, and there is also Settlement No. 1... There are actually quite a lot of places to go."

After a pause, he said again.

"I am now doing business, and I no longer rely on legion colonies... The market here is huge, but the risks are not small. There are better choices. Moreover, I want to be closer to you. Get closer to avoid another accident and I won't be able to get back in time."

After hearing her husband's concerns, Margery nodded, but there was still a hint of sadness between her eyebrows.

"But... we are at war with the Alliance. Is it really okay to go there?"

Putting his hands on his wife's shoulders, Arman gave her an affirmative look.

"There are also many Weirant people living there, and... based on my experience with the shelter residents, they will treat us equally."

He remembered that a shelter resident who had been on his boat once told him that when wolves come, there are shotguns, and when friends come, there is wine.

Their enemies are not those whose noses are higher than others, but those who want to ride on other people's necks and poop and pee.

Even if that guy has the same nose as theirs, don't even think about it.

Margery still had some hesitation in her heart. Although she believed in her husband, she was not only worried about herself.

This is not the first time they have moved, but before that they had moved to a colony where the legion took over or indirectly controlled it.

She had never thought about completely leaving the territory controlled by the Weirant people.

"What about... Ruby? She just met your friend not long ago."

Armen fell silent.

His wife mentioned that this was what he was most worried about.

Ruby is still little.

He couldn't let her wander around like a sailor like him.

Sensitively aware of the hesitation in her husband's eyes, Margaery straightened his collar.

"You want me to talk to her, but I think... she might prefer that her father can talk to him about this issue in person. She is no longer a child who doesn't understand anything, but a member of this family... If I think she'll be happy if you want to talk to her."

"You're right, I should talk to her myself about my concerns, my thoughts...and her thoughts."

After listening to his wife's words, Arman felt that his worries had dissipated a lot, and a smile spread across his gloomy face.

"And...thank you."

Seeing her husband's shy look, Margaret smiled.

"When did you become so polite to me?"

"I said a long time ago that no matter where you go, I will be with you."

He left a gentle good night kiss on his lips, she turned and left the study, and gently closed the door.

Looking at the departing figure, Arman suddenly felt that his heart was burning like an old clock again.

He smiled and shook his head. He wanted to take a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, but then he remembered that he would have to talk to his daughter later, so he took out a black tea bag.

Yongye Harbor is no longer peaceful, but at least tonight the moonlight is as quiet as water.

He put a sugar cube into the steaming cup of tea and pressed the radio button.

This is not a decision that can be made casually.

He needs to calm down and think carefully...

However, at this moment, the sound coming from the radio made him stunned on the spot.

"Good evening, residents of Yongye Port."

"I am Kant, an officer of the garrison intelligence section. I served in the 300,000th Corps. I am an unknown person like you."

"However, it's not exactly the same."

Arman subconsciously paused his index finger next to the tea cup, and the astonishment on his face gradually turned into contemplation, and then was replaced by a look of interest.

The night was shrouded in darkness, and an unusual light spot seemed to appear on the sea level.

The fire of hope is looming.

He planned to take another look.

Or maybe listen to what this friend named Kant plans to say.

Not only did he stop his movements, but people in the tavern in the port area also put down their glasses and stopped whispering.

Tonight, Yongye Hong Kong Radio seems to be different from usual.

However, it was precisely because of this that people all cast curious glances at the radio placed on the bar, wanting to hear how the guy named Kant was different from them.

Including Kuruan, the lame customs worker sitting on the bar.

Everyone is different from sitting here.

The pair of pupils reflected in the wine glass had a hint of turbidity written on them.

"...The only difference between us is that between faith and bread, I chose faith."

…

Radio station and studio.

Sitting back on the chair, Willoughby slowly woke up from his coma.

He had a long, long dream.

And not just long.

That dreamy sight was so beautiful that he wished he could just sleep, preferably never to wake up.

"you're awake?"

Hearing the faint voice, Willoughby's whole body trembled, and he woke up as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head.

He glanced around subconsciously and saw that the room was empty, except for a beam of bright light coming from the front.

There seemed to be a chair underneath the light source, with a person sitting on the chair.

This is like an interrogation room.

However it's not exactly the same.

With his eyes open to avoid the dazzling light, he tried to move his hands and feet, and found that his arms and ankles were tightly tied to the chair, making him unable to move.

After swallowing and recognizing the reality, Willoughby finally gave up the struggle and accepted his fate and whispered in a low voice.

"...Where is this?"

The man sitting directly in front of him didn't hide anything and answered his question frankly.

"This is somewhere in Yongye Port."

Captain Willoughby was secretly relieved when he heard that he was returning to Yongye Port.

Just return Yongye Port.

After all, the disappearance of the Captain is a big deal. Someone will soon discover his whereabouts, and then everyone in the garrison will go crazy...including the governor who has given himself a closed door.

That idiot should be extremely regretful now that he didn't see him at that time.

Willoughby was relieved in his heart.

However, he soon thought of his own situation again, and he couldn't be happy again.

"...Are you Kant?"

Kant nodded calmly.

"Yes."

After receiving the affirmative answer from Willoughby, he felt a little more courageous, and his originally weak eyes became sharp.

"Kant...are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know." Kant nodded and said as if it was unnecessary, "I kidnapped the commander-in-chief of the garrison, Captain Willoughby."

Willoughby frowned slightly.

He didn't know why, but the way and tone of the guy in front of him made him feel something was slightly wrong.

But at this juncture, he was more interested in showing off that he was obviously not a mere nobody.

"...What do you want to do? Money? Or something else?"

At this moment, he desperately hoped to hear the word money from the mouth opposite.

Because that thing is the easiest problem for him to solve, and it is also the one he lacks the most.

However, it happened that Kant, who was sitting in front of him, did not do what he wanted, and spit out the word that he had not expected from his mouth.

"the truth."

"……the truth?"

"That's right, I just want this." Looking at Captain Willoughby who looked astonished, Kant asked in a non-negotiable tone, "Why was the 'Vesp' project cancelled? Tell me the reason."

"Why...what's the reason for this?" Willoughby broke out in cold sweat on his forehead and stared angrily at this blind guy. "It's none of your business. Don't ask too much. Knowing too much is not good for you!"

Kant listened quietly to his roar without saying a word. When he stopped panting, he took out an alarm clock from his arms and quietly put it on the ground.

Looking at the countdown on the LCD screen, Willoughby's pupils shrank suddenly.

"...This is?"

"Bomb." Looking at the increasingly pale face, Kant smiled faintly and continued in a very soft voice, "Whether it is beneficial or not, I will judge for myself. You only need to answer my question, while there is still time. Time, understand?”

Willoughby's eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the subordinate who threatened him with a bomb.

This guy is crazy!

Looking at the indifferent expression, he swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice.

"Because of... the pressure from above, I also have my own difficulties. Listen, even though I am a captain of ten thousand men, the garrison is not an army. I don't have as many people in charge as that grandson of Ya Hui."

Kant frowned.

"Who is putting pressure? Governor Yahui?"

Willoughby shook his head.

"I can't say it. If I dare to say it... I'll be finished."

Kant lightly shrugged his shoulders, dimmed the light source behind him, and revealed his indifferent face.

"...It doesn't matter. You still have nine minutes. It's okay to waste a little time thinking. As long as you answer the next questions quickly, you'll be fine."

He had staked his stake on this trial, and he had lost everything except the truth.

Looking at that indifferent face, the expression on Willoughby's face gradually became distorted, and then he gradually became crazy as he struggled.

Eight minutes!

The countdown seconds were ticking and beating like the only heartbeat he had left!

Finally unable to bear the pressure, he compromised, opened his mouth, and let out a hysterical roar.

"It's the General Affairs Department! The General Affairs Department of the Borneo Provincial Theater! Are you satisfied?"

Kant answered in a very soft voice.

"It's not enough. This answer is too broad. I need you to be specific about the person."

This madman!

The rope got stuck in the clothes, and Willoughby's eyes were bloodshot.

In order to survive, he completely risked his life.

"Minister Dickens...it was his secretary who contacted me, and he stood in my office and asked us to stop the investigation!"

Kant lit a cigarette for himself, glanced at the timer on the ground, and asked you slowly.

"There has to be a reason, right?"

Having already risked his life, Willoughby let go a lot and sneered.

"Reason? Do you think they would say that kind of thing...but I think you can guess it too."

Kant: "Snake oil?"

Willoughby curled his lips and looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Otherwise, what else could it be? 'Sharon' is an ingredient for making 'snake oil' to treat post-war trauma symptoms. Both are effective and both come from snake plant. We can't tell those veterans that we give them The tranquilizers they take are mixed with hallucinogens, and the sweet dreams they have every night are not because of the "Southern Army Victory Report", but because they take the medicine prescribed by the logistics department. "

Kant clenched his fists, then suddenly unclenched them, looking at him with a sad face.

"Why?"

"Why again? Where did you get so many? Why... Even if you know it, what's the use?"

After glancing at the countdown, Willoughby asked impatiently.

However, Kant, who was sitting in front of him, seemed not to have heard him and was still talking to himself.

"We soldiers are fighting for the honor and survival space of the Velant people, but you... you would rather give them a bunch of medicines that can't cure any disease, and use science to create bliss to numb their pain and let them They are rotting in the corners that we can’t see, but we just refuse to face up to their problems.”

At the same time as he spoke, Kant stood up from the chair, stared angrily at Willoughby, who was tied to the chair, and reached out to grab his collar.

"You bunch of worms! Scum! Do you ever regard them... as our compatriots!"

Willoughby stared at him, without any fear in his eyes.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If I'm not from Weiland, how can I still be an alien? This is the decision of the General Affairs Department! And this is the most economical way. At least we will give them free medicine. They don't want to You can even resell it after eating it!”

"Then he was bought back by the villains of Blackwater Alley to make more powerful and ruthless goods, and to trick more people...right?"

Kant sneered.

Looking at Willoughby, who was staring like a goldfish, he spoke word by word.

"You can make a lot of money from the taxes paid by all the people in Wilante."

Nothing is free in this world. The most it can do is hide the hand that pays for it.

The taxes contributed by the Wilante people should be to allow the Wilante people to live a better life, not to squander it in some inexplicable place for someone's ambition.

For example, launching a stupid and inexplicable war, and then using countless lies to fill the holes.

Snake oil is just pus floating on the surface, but underneath there is more stubborn sepsis.

As long as these insects exist, the Wilantes will never be able to realize their unattainable dream.

Willoughby laughed loudly and looked at Kant as if he were an idiot.

"Haha, I don't deny it, but this is just your speculation. You don't have any evidence, and neither do I, and even if you do, it won't change anything. If you ask why, because the Legion is just such a thing, how can you expect it to happen? Come out with duck eggs?”

"...If you still want to ask something, just ask it quickly. It's really boring to kidnap your boss for something like this, knowingly asking questions."

Looking at the last three minutes countdown on the LCD screen, he looked panicked again.

He is not really not afraid of death.

Having said so much, it is all about survival.

With a bit of disappointment in his eyes, Kant loosened his collar, took two steps back, and returned to his chair.

"You answer the last question and I will let you go."

After a pause, he continued speaking softly.

"...that dream just now, what did you dream about?"

Hearing this unexpected question, Willoughby was stunned for a moment, thinking that the guy in front of him was joking.

However, there was not much time left, and he did not care whether Kant was joking or not, so he could only bite the bullet and tell the unspeakable dream.

"...I became the commander of the army."

"Then what?"

"Then?" Willoughby was stunned for a moment and said confusedly, "The Lord made me the governor of a thousand worlds, and then it disappeared... Is there any problem?"

If possible, he hoped that the dream could last longer, so that he could see the dream continue.

It was really a great era.

After paying billions of sacrifices, the Legion's borders finally expanded to the edge of the galaxy.

Kant gave him one last look of pity.

"It's nothing...I've already asked him what I want to ask. Let him loosen his bonds."

Standing behind Willoughby, Taran took out his dagger and cut the rope tied to the chair.

Willoughby was startled.

He didn't even notice that there was a third person standing in this room just now.

Of course, he didn't know that there were many things going on, such as a live broadcast in the studio.

His "generous and fierce" speech took off the pants of the entire Southern Army.

Now most of the people in the settlement of Weiland know what "Sharon" is and what "snake oil" is.

Not only that, but there is also the dirty work of the General Affairs Department behind this, and Minister Dickens is involved.

As for what Project Wasp is, and the fact that the Enlightenment Meeting was not mentioned in this interrogation... these trivial details are no longer so important at this moment.

Miscellaneous information will only make people forget the main point of the problem and lose focus on the real contradiction.

Kant has only one goal from beginning to end.

That is to try to wake up his compatriots who are still pretending to be asleep.

In the end, the problems of the Weiland people must be faced and solved by the Weiland people themselves.

This has nothing to do with the Alliance and the Enlightenment, and it has nothing to do with the opponents they are fighting - the Borneos.

However, he is just an intelligence department operator, and that's all he can do.

"Let him go just like that?" Holding Willoughby's collar, Taran looked at Kant and asked.

He suddenly admired this guy.

He has been playing this game for two years and has learned Renlianyu, but he has never had such a deep relationship with any NPC, not even as a friend.

Although they only knew each other for only a few days.

"...Let him go. He is just a pathetic guy who keeps silent about the truth. He is not a big evil guy. Besides, the survivors of Yongye Port have clearly seen the faces of these guys. As for How to choose later, that is the love after dawn, the love we can do has been completed tonight. "

There was a hint of fatigue in Kant's voice, but there was also some sense of relief in it.

At this time, he suddenly thought of something again and looked at Taran to say something.

"By the way, don't just drive the person out, put him in front of you, ask the guards outside to give you a truck full of fuel, and then drive all the way north into the desert... you Just leave him outside the settlement. As for the future, it's up to you."

Regardless of whether this guy is really the leader of the Alliance Corps, or just a not-so-smart fool, this guy has done a lot of good things for the Valantians.

There was no need for him to die with him.

Taran frowned.

"how about you?"

Kant made a joke.

"My mission is over, and the planet named after me is still waiting for me to take office."

Taran was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed out loud.

"You are quite interesting."

Kant smiled.

"Haha, is this your evaluation of me? By the way, you also sucked that thing... To be honest, what did you see? Belonging to the prosperous age of people with noble blood? You can just lie to others, The people in your shelter are talking about ghost blood."

Taran was silent for a while and answered Yu truthfully.

"In an equal world, people are truly equal. There are no guys who think about how to shit on top of others all day long, and there are no endless intrigues. My compatriots and I have a living." We are all very prosperous, and although we are still far from utopia, I am quite satisfied.”

Kant's eyes revealed a trace of faint envy, and he sighed softly.

"Really...that's great."

"Have you had enough chatting?" While the two were talking, Willoughby's eyes were fixed on the countdown timer, trying to break away from Taran's hand.

Seeing Willoughby twisting like an earthworm, Taran laughed and threw him directly out the door.

"Go away."

Unable to stand firm and staggering, Willoughby climbed up from the ground and rushed towards the stairs as if lifeless, not daring to stay here for a second longer.

Kant looked at Taran in astonishment and asked Wei with strange eyes.

"...You just let him run away?"

"Otherwise? What's the point of keeping him?" Taran shrugged his shoulders and grinned, "Besides, running away is not my style. Five-star good citizens like us prefer to fight our way out of the siege."

Kant did not understand what Five-Star Good Citizen meant, and Taran had no intention of explaining it to him.

At the same time, Willoughby had already run downstairs, when a timer was thrown in front of him, causing him to scream and fall to the ground.

"Bomb! Get down!"

Everyone around was shocked by these words.

However, at this moment, the untimely alarm bell suddenly rang.

“Dingle bell—!”

The harsh sound stunned everyone present, including Willoughby, who hurriedly fell to the ground.

His face gradually turned the color of pig liver. He got up from the ground angrily and patted his dusty clothes and pants.

That lunatic had tricked him!

Thinking of his embarrassing reaction, Willoughby was so angry that he grabbed the young man next to him by his collar and yelled at him.

"What are you waiting for! Are you watching the excitement? Why don't you rush in and kill those two bandits?"

The young man's face was tense, and he looked at Willoughby with a strange look as spittle flew everywhere.

Not just him, but everyone around him was like this...except Governor Yahui who was furious.

Seeing Willoughby yelling, Yahui angrily stepped forward and slapped him on the head.

"You stupid pig, do you know what the hell you said?"

Willoughby was stunned.

"What...what did you say..."

Yahui grabbed his collar fiercely.

"Look carefully where you are! This is a radio station! Not only people here, but people in the entire settlement have heard you fart!"

Willoughby's face suddenly turned pale, as if the walls had just been painted white.

His lips trembled like a mute.

The studio's soundproofing effect was too strong, so he didn't hear the broadcast sound [outside] at all, let alone the radio emitted by the broadcast station.

He thought that Kant had hidden a recording on his body, but he didn't expect that the other party directly opened the live broadcast for him...

Seeing the appearance of this useless person, Yahui threw away his collar angrily and yelled at the several guard captains present.

"Are you here to see a show? Rush in and kill the people inside!"

Several guard captains looked at each other, all looking hesitant.

Seeing that no one was moving, Yahui's nose was so angry that he stretched out his trembling index finger.

At this moment, five "Greyhound" reconnaissance vehicles surrounded by a "Beast" infantry fighting vehicle drove over.

Looking at the thick and long gun barrels and the group of armed soldiers, Yahui felt happy.

Reinforcements are coming!

The team leader is a centurion who wears a "rhinoceros" exoskeleton and carries a light machine gun with a bullet chain on his shoulder.

In front of Governor Yahui, he neatly performed a military salute with a stern look on his face.

"I heard that someone is planning to rebel."

Yahui nodded quickly, then pointed to the radio station directly in front of him.

"That's it! A traitor and a spy have taken over our radio station!"

Just two people?

The centurion raised his eyebrows and glanced around at the group of guards with submachine guns, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes.

Although these guys don't have to go to the front line, they are quite useless if they can't take down the building with only two of them.

Without saying a word, he waved his hand and led a dozen soldiers wearing bulletproof armor to press forward.

At the same time, on the other side, Talan, who was guarding the building, had excitement shining in his eyes.

"Good guys...the infantry fighting vehicles are coming out!"

Now I finally have enough five stars!