This Game Is Too Realistic

A bunch of trash!

Charas cursed angrily, dropped the communicator in his hand on the sofa, paced back and forth for a while, and then closed his eyes.

Soon, a pale golden light appeared not far from him, and an old man in a gray robe slowly emerged.

Before the guy could speak, Charas hurried forward, stared into his eyes and said aggressively.

You guys screwed up again! Why do I have to say again! Can't you fucking get some decent weapons!? Or are you no one to use except those scaly murlocs?!

Arzu's face was equally ugly.

After all, he is not the real forerunner, but the apostle in the Second Holy Church, unable to completely shield human emotions, so as to realize purely rational thinking.

But even so, he still waited patiently for this guy to finish complaining before expressing his dissatisfaction in a cold tone.

I have to remind you that the sea is your territory. You have lived here for two centuries, and we have just arrived here not long ago. I can indeed solve some troubles for you that are not convenient for you to deal with, but you shouldn't Do you think we are as omnipotent in the sea as we are on land? If that's the case, what else do we need from you?

Chalas's expression was a little helpless.

But even so...

This time, Alzu cursed without waiting for him to finish speaking.

Don't be there 'just so', do I have to make it clear? You're too slow!

Chalas looked at Alzu who suddenly got angry in astonishment, but for a moment he forgot who was asking whom to blame.

Taking a deep breath, Arzu calmed down his heaving chest, stared at the astonished Federation Chief of Staff and continued.

The alliance is trying to establish an encirclement network against us, leaving us with less and less time. We must open our strategic space to the sea before the encirclement network is formed. Research on the brood nest on the Tianting is a must, you promise Where is my Coral City? Another two months have passed, when will we start our research!

Hearing Alzu suddenly mentioning this, Chalas also had a somewhat embarrassed expression, coughed lightly and tried to explain.

It will take a little time... There are still voices of concern within the Federation, and I have worked hard to speak for you.

He'll need to use his friends up north to help him out of some trouble, but that doesn't mean he's going to fall for them entirely.

To put it bluntly, this is nothing more than mutual use.

Granted, he longs for eternity alongside power, but he does it at his own pace, and that's the safest.

too slow.

Arzu shook his head, disappointment written all over his face.

I trust you and give you the greatest support. Whether you want technology or assistance, we have all shot without reservation, and even provided you with our most precious 'spiritual interference technology'. And you gave What about me? Spend two months playing your boring official game? Do we have to wait until you take the position of president before we can start the next step?

Without waiting for Charas to explain, he went on with a heartbroken voice.

As long as I have a submarine or a warship, we can't use those ugly murlocs. Why did our plan fail? It's all because of you! Charas! Because of your weakness and incompetence! Time and time again let me The subordinates are singled out! As long as you give them a little support-

enough!

At last his face could no longer be maintained, and Charas interrupted his reprimand angrily.

I have already helped you to the maximum extent my authority allows. Are you going to let me pass the headquarters and order the Federation's fleet to fire at the Alliance's targets? No one will take care of me at all! This is not your place! There are no puppets whose brains have been hollowed out by Naguo here, it is impossible for me to do whatever I want, I must be within the scope of the rules—”

Are you doing things outside the rules within the scope of the rules? This is your most fatal shortcoming. You want all the benefits, but you are not willing to take any risks. Let me tell you, if you are so in awe of your set Ridiculous rules, don't borrow our strength from the beginning, but go for the support of the majority like your beloved Mr. President.

Alzu smiled softly, walked in front of this dear ally, stared at the shaking pupils, and spoke slowly.

I can see that your subordinates have begun to suspect you.

Subconsciously taking a step back, Charas frowned.

My men?

Alzu nodded, his eyes suddenly turned to the direction outside the window, and he continued to speak nonchalantly.

The destroyer is heading towards the scene of the incident... Let me make a guess. First of all, he definitely didn't go to help us. If he really had this plan, he wouldn't wait until we were done fighting.

Destroyer? You mean East Wen? Chalas looked at him in surprise, and muttered to himself, Didn't I ask him to return to Anle Island to stand by?

Looks like I guessed it right, Alzu just sneered at his ally coldly, seeing Charas whose expression gradually changed, It's a pity, Mr. Charas, I'm sorry for your official game I’m afraid it’s a joke. You have no chance to be the president of the Federation, no chance at all, but you don’t have no chance to hold the power you desire... How about considering the title of head of state?”

Before Chalas, who looked astonished, could speak, Alzu dropped the last sentence.

This is your last chance, let me see if you have the courage to bear the consequences of your choice.

If you are a coward, I might as well change an ally as soon as possible, ha ha.

At the same time as those words fell, the golden phantom gradually faded, melting into the air like a wisp of dissipated blue smoke.

Charas was startled and shouted hastily.

Wait, wait a minute!

The phantom didn't wait for him, and didn't even bother to listen to what he said, and disappeared into the room directly, no matter how he called, there was no response.

This guy!

Charas clenched his fists.

At this moment, a drop of cold sweat suddenly burst out from his forehead and dripped onto the carpet.

Was put together!

From the very beginning, that guy assumed that this group of mutants would fail.

And I, who didn't fully trust the torch, would definitely arrange a warship to monitor the final result as before.

Now his men have begun to doubt his motives, and even whether they are doing the right thing.

Just like what the pretending guy said, he no longer has the opportunity to be a fool and continue to speculate.

This time the skeptical gaze did not come from the centrists, but from all around him—the officers who supported him in this gamble.

Now he has only two options.

Either confess everything to those who supported him and those who doubted him, and accept the punishment of those who set the rules themselves.

Either take advantage of the fact that the initiative is still in your hands, and take the last gamble with those who still support you...

Charas felt his palms drenched in cold sweat.

At this moment, there were footsteps at the door, and then someone knocked on the door.

He spoke almost reflexively.

Come in.

The door opened, and an officer walked in, giving a respectful military salute.

Mr. Chalas, Mr. President hopes that you can visit the Presidential Palace. Regarding the investigation of the 'Golden Coast', he has some doubts and wants to discuss with you.

Gold Coast?

Charas was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to remember that it was the research ship that went to Haiya Province to establish an outpost.

Realizing this, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

When is this, these guys are still investigating that thing?

But there are outsiders here, so he didn't laugh out loud, he calmed down for a moment, turned to look at the officer standing at the door, and said in a gentle manner.

Please tell Mr. President for me that I still have some things to deal with here, and I will meet with him before dusk.

yes!

The officer gave another military salute, turned and left the room.

The door closes.

Looking at the quiet room again, Charas stopped for a moment, and finally walked to the sofa and picked up the communicator lying on it.

He dialed a series of numbers neatly, without any hesitation in his eyes, nor in his voice.

With the issuance of orders one after another, he quickly completed all the deployments that needed to be completed before starting this gamble.

In fact, there is no hesitation at all.

Alzu's evaluation was correct, he was indeed a weak and incompetent guy.

But it is a coincidence that those military officers and main combat factions who pushed him to the front are not actually iron-blooded tough guys, they are all fools who take one step at a time, wanting benefits but dare not take responsibility More than just yourself?

At least I have a little advantage over them, and I can still make some decisions when it's time to make decisions.

He has no reason to lose this bet!

...

Round Island Harbor.

The ceremony to celebrate the passage of water went smoothly to the end. Governor Channing read out the friendship statement of the circular island, Chip Harbor and the alliance in front of everyone, and the chicken killing at midnight was on behalf of the alliance. blessing of.

In the end, as promised by the alliance, the fresh water supply pipeline was not affected in any way by the sudden alarm.

The clear water still gushes out from the end of the inverted hammer handle, just like the rock-solid order.

On the contrary, the sudden alarm sounded like a misunderstanding.

At first, the people around the square were a little panicked, thinking that something big had happened.

However, when they saw the band continue to play music and the ribbon-cutting ceremony continued, they all gradually settled down and immersed themselves in the atmosphere of the celebration again.

The celebration ceremony is over.

Standing next to the fountain, Midnight Killing Chicken grinned and said to Governor Channing who still had an incredible expression on his face.

Look, I'll just say it's okay.

With a stomach full of questions, Channing saw that the leader of the alliance seemed to know something, and finally couldn't help asking.

What happened to the explosion just now...

Midnight Killing the Chicken pondered for a moment, then said frankly.

I'm afraid it's a mutant.

Mutants?! Channing was stunned for a moment, looked at him in surprise, and blurted out, Why are there mutants in the southern waters?!

He had indeed heard of aquatic mutants with gills and scales, but that creature didn't really live in the sea, but nested on the shore.

The islands in the southern sea area are far away from the coastline. Without means to drive away the alien species, even a ship floating on the water is not safe.

Looking at Channing with an unbelievable face, Midnight Killing Chicken didn't explain, but just took out a tablet from his arms and handed it to him.

Just now, Voldemort has shared the pictures taken near the seabed freshwater pipeline to his terminal device through the radio station on Rourou.

Looking at the battle video shown on the screen, Channing's Adam's apple moved involuntarily.

What a mutant...

And there are so many!

Floating in the turbid sea water are all stumps, arms, weapons, and aquatic alien species attracted by the smell of blood.

In addition, there is a huge sea monster Raken rolling in the water, which seems to be attracted by those aquatic mutants.

Although the possibility of synthesizing video is not ruled out, these people obviously did not play tricks that can be easily dismantled.

It's not surprising. The southern sea area is next to Haiya province. Since the Church of the Torch introduced the rubbish to the Dead Coast, it's not surprising that they spread everywhere.

Looking at Channing whose eyes were glued to the screen, Midnight Killing Chicken suddenly continued as if he remembered something.

Oh, by the way, just two months ago, a group of mutants tried to attack our port, but luckily we caught them before they landed.

This...is really amazing news. Channing looked at him in surprise, and the expression on his face obviously became unnatural.

Mutant.

This is no joke.

The area where the explosion occurred was less than a hundred nautical miles from the roundabout. Since they could swim to that location, it was entirely possible that they could swim here.

Although there were some defensive forces on the island, and they could mobilize reserves if necessary, but if they were facing a sudden attack by a thousand mutants, they probably wouldn't even have time to hand out their guns to the boys.

The consensus among the settlements in the southern sea area is to build defense forces at sea, and this is also the strategic policy established in the No. 70 shelter era.

That is, put the federal fortress on the sea outside the island, and the fleet made of steel to block the threat from the wasteland.

It is precisely because of this defense mechanism that in the past two hundred years, almost no predator's speedboat has been able to approach the islands within 100 nautical miles.

But now, this defense mechanism seems to have failed.

There have been two accidents in a row...

Seeing Governor Channing's changing expression, Midnight Killed Chicken continued.

And what's even more intriguing is that on the same day, your maritime patrols patrolling the nearby waters disappeared en masse...Of course, I don't blame you for not reminding us that our safety is our own business, but look You don't look like you know what's going on there. If I remember correctly, it should be one of your patrol areas.

Two months ago... I remember there was a drill, Channing coughed softly, It might have been a coincidence.

This sentence sounds like an excuse for the Federation, but it seems to be convincing himself.

It is true that this possibility cannot be ruled out, Midnight Killed Chicken paused and said again, but I think the Federal Navy should know what happened there, after all, the patrol team came back the next day, and there was no blood on the beach at that time. Clean up...didn't they warn you about the mutant threat?

Channing's expression gradually became a little tense.

No... Our main enemy is Vault 70, and the main thing to be wary of is their submersibles.

After a pause, his expression gradually became serious, and he muttered to himself.

This matter is a bit strange... why mutants are interested in submarine pipelines.

I think you should pay more attention to why the fleet that is supposed to protect you selectively ignores this obvious threat. Letting mutants go ashore is no joke, especially those with scales, I heard They have an even worse taste for torturing their prey than the greenskins.

That's all for now.

Midnight Killing Chicken did not continue on this embarrassing topic.

He knew that although Channing didn't say it, he must know it in his heart. Whether a problem is revealed as a problem is more critical than whether a problem is properly resolved. Otherwise it has happened twice, it is very likely that it will not only happen the third or fourth time, but it will happen countless times without people knowing.

Without the approval of the command headquarters and the permission of the settlements in the southern waters, the Federation Fleet acquiesced to the mutants' military operations in the jurisdiction for some purpose.

Of course, this is just a kind reminder. We have never pinned our safety on others. Regardless of whether the Federation fleet provides us with the necessary support, we will use our own methods to deal with those scaly guys.

Glancing at the governor meaningfully, Midnight Slay Chicken turned around, ready to take all the brothers from the Jungle Corps back to the ship.

Watching his back, Channing's Adam's apple twitched, and after struggling for a while, he finally couldn't help but speak.

Please wait a moment.

Midnight Killing Chicken stopped and turned around, casting a questioning look at him.

What's wrong?

I think ... we need to strengthen cooperation in the field of security, which may be more urgent than cooperation in the economic field.

With a slightly awkward smile on his face, Channing coughed lightly, and continued in a difficult tone, If we are attacked by mutants, I hope to get your support...Of course, if you are attacked The same is true for attacks, and as long as we receive alert information, we will share it with you.

Since the Alliance has a way to locate the mutants before they attack the pipeline and eliminate the danger, they have obviously established a patrol system that includes intelligence search and interception strikes.

No matter what the reason was, the two consecutive failures of the Federation Fleet had made him unable to trust those guys anymore.

At present, the ring island is exposed to the threat of mutants, and he needs to add a firewall to the local survivors.

A more reliable firewall.

In exchange, he can share the intelligence network of the ring island with the alliance, and the warning signals received by other islands will also be received by Port of Chips at the same time.

In a sense, this is equivalent to sharing the view of the map and verbally signing a mutual defense agreement.

Although the roundabout has no army or fleet of its own, the port itself serves as a sort of military installation.

Probably understood the meaning of Channing's words, a surprised expression appeared on Midnight Kill Chicken's face, and then he smiled heartily, and immediately agreed.

No problem! If the opponent is a mutant, we will attack anytime and anywhere, let alone you are our partners.

After a pause, he continued.

Of course, we are separated by two hundred nautical miles from you. If we wait until the attack occurs, we may be too late. I suggest that you better build an 800-meter-long airstrip next to the island, whether it is made of concrete or Steel, if our plane can land next to your island, we can support you as soon as possible.

Taking this advice seriously, Channing nodded and said.

I'll get someone to arrange it as soon as possible.

...

At the same time that the Jungle Corps withdrew from the port of the circular island, the federal destroyer, which had learned about the situation from the alliance plane, was continuing to move towards the sea area where the battle took place.

Some things cannot be clearly explained in the communication channel, and you must confirm it with your own eyes.

There was silence on the bridge.

Whether it is the captain of Dongwen or the officers under his command, they are all silently staring at the endless sea directly in front of them.

In fact, whether it is the captain himself or his subordinates, they have all heard that the friends in the north have been helping them solve some troubles.

However, what they didn't expect was that it was mutants who did it!

What made it even more difficult for them to accept was that the place where the incident happened was only a hundred nautical miles away from the circular island...

There must be some kind of misunderstanding... the adjutant said in a cold sweat, No matter how you say it...the higher-ups wouldn't use those guys.

There is always a better way.

If it's not possible, it's not impossible to let the Federation's fleet do it.

Dong Wen didn't speak, and his eyes were still fixed on the undulating waves in the distance.

At this moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and he saw a mutilated arm suddenly appear in the turbulent waves.

Soon he discovers it's not just a...

The mutilated corpses rose and fell with the waves, and their blue scales and skin showed their identities.

The alien species, attracted by the smell of blood, chased and gnawed on their corpses, ignoring the warships that were close at hand.

The adjutant standing next to Dong Wen swallowed and squeezed out a sentence with difficulty.

……Mutant.

And not just one or two...

There are so many corpses, at least a thousand!

Realizing this, cold sweat couldn't help rolling down his chin.

If these mutants were allowed to swim more than 80 nautical miles southeast along the pipeline, the consequences would be unimaginable...

Dong Wen stared silently at the tragic situation on the sea, and then glanced at the flickering and beating signals on the sonar screen.

It was a Raken.

It seemed to have sensed the psychological interference signal from the warship, and it was twisting its injured body and fleeing towards the north.

A dozen or so strangely shaped submersibles were chasing after it, which should be something made by the alliance. Although the state of these submersibles is not very good, they should have suffered some damage in the previous battle, but they don't seem to intend to let go of the prey that swam to their mouths.

In the previous communication with the pilot, he promised to support them, Dong Wen looked at the adjutant aside and ordered.

Launch a torpedo.

After a pause, he said again.

Also, use the trawl net to bring up some mutant corpses.

The adjutant nodded solemnly and gave a military salute.

yes!

As the combat order was issued, a torpedo was thrown from the launcher into the sea and galloped towards the target locked by the sonar.

Without any suspense, the torpedo easily hit the target, and the exploding air column and flames instantly tore up the huge body, sending the scarred Lacan away with just one shot.

The alliance's submersibles made strange movements, gesticulating their mechanical arms, as if to express their gratitude to them.

Instructing his adjutant to send them a communication sound wave to express that you are welcome, Dong Wen walked outside the bridge alone and went to the deck of the destroyer.

Just at this time, a speedboat flying the Confederate flag approached from a distance and approached his destroyer without any haste.

Dong Wen glanced at the man standing on the speedboat, and recognized the guy's name. In his impression, he seemed to be called Mu Da, and he seemed to be the captain of the maritime patrol.

As he was looking at the man, the man was looking at him, and then at the trawling net thrown out to sea.

As if he had made up his mind, the man beckoned the speedboat and approached the destroyer, grabbed the ladder on the hull and climbed onto the deck.

Dong Wen didn't stop him, just watched silently.

Great Harvest, it seems that you have a lot of trophies. Fortunately, you discovered the problem in time and did not let this group of swimmers swim to our small island.

Squinting his eyes and looking at the blood-stained sea area, Mu Da, who walked in front of him, carried a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

The residents of the ring island are waiting for me to go back and tell them what happened here. How about giving me a job? This way I don't have to log off the net myself.

Dong Wen didn't take his words, and said after a moment of silence.

It looks like you know something.

Did I hear you right? Are you asking me? It turns out that I was the one who was watching all the time? Mu Da looked at him with a surprised expression, and said with a smile, Why don't we just change the ship? Come on, you drive my speedboat, and I drive your destroyer.

Although it was just an exaggerated joke, the captain seemed to take it seriously, thinking for a moment and said.

It's not impossible.

Come on.

Mu Da chuckled and looked at the vast sea in the distance.

More than a thousand mutants are driving straight into our territorial waters, while our fleet is watching, applauding and cheering for them... You all know everything, and you still want an answer from me. I told you two months ago I understand, I can’t count on you at all.”

Dong Wen was silent for a long time, then said with a sigh.

I'm sorry, brother.

I'm not your brother, Mu Da glanced at him, You don't have to say sorry to me, but you should tell the more than 100,000 survivors on the ring island, and the millions of residents in the entire Federation, They are the ones who are spending money to support you...of course, they also support me.

Perhaps out of shame, the captain slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Mu Da continued to speak.

Hello.

Um?

Tell me the truth, Mu Da continued, looking at the captain who was looking at him, Is the person who blew up the ocean current power station really a resident of No. 70 shelter?

Dong Wen was silent for a while, then slowly opened his mouth.

Probably not.

Muda stared into his eyes.

That's you?

no.

Dong Wen shook his head, didn't wait for a moment, but sighed again.

...but it doesn't make any difference.

Mu Da frowned.

What's the meaning?

Without directly answering the question, the man said pointedly.

We who are supposed to put out the fire acquiesce to the flames that have already ignited, expecting it to take care of the troubles that we are inconvenient to solve by ourselves. I should have noticed then that sooner or later we who hesitate will also become trouble.

Mu Da couldn't help asking.

So why are you doing this?

Dong Wen said calmly.

Because there is only one chance. If we are not decisive, the survivors of the Federation will never unite to drag those pretenders from the altar. Once their managers come back, they will be taken out and placed in the shelter. With those weapons in it, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity will never come again.

What about now? Are we more united?

Mu Da stared intently at his eyes, seeing that he couldn't say a word for a long time, his eyes gradually showed disappointment.

We who have arms and legs need someone else to shit for us, and then another person to wipe our ass, just because you're hiding from me and I'm hiding from you.

After chewing on his lips for a long time, he squeezed out the last half sentence in disappointment.

...How do you let me convince myself to continue to trust you?

Dong Wen looked into the distance, not wanting to look at those disappointed eyes, so he reached out and gently straightened the officer's cap on his head.

I say this precisely because I don't think it's good to do so, and I don't expect you to continue to believe me...but please give me another chance.

Mu Da could feel that those words were not addressed to him, but more like to the survivors of the circular island behind him.

The disappointment and ridicule in his eyes gradually faded, and he asked in a serious tone.

What else are you going to do?

Make up for previous mistakes.

When talking about this, Dong Wen paused for a moment, took out a thumb-sized card from his pocket, and handed it to the patrol captain.

It was a memory card that held a recording of his conversation with Charas, as well as an audio recording he made himself afterward.

It contains some things that everyone in the Federation Fleet knows a little bit, but they dare not mention it.

He knew that this thing alone could not convince everyone.

But he believes that at least some of the guys like himself can be persuaded.

Mu Da looked at him puzzled and asked.

This is?

Staring into his eyes, Dong Wen said solemnly.

Take it to the port of Anle Island and give it to the person who is waiting for me there.

Looking at the memory card in his hand, Mu Da looked at him in silence for a moment and asked.

Why don't you go by yourself.

I'm going to the North Island.

Staring in the direction of the north, his eyes gradually became firmer, and his voice no longer had any hesitation or hesitation.

At this moment, he seemed like a real captain.

We've got cracks in our cabin.

Before this rift expands beyond repair, someone must stand up and correct the mistakes that have been made!