This Game Is Too Realistic

Blue Gopher made it...

Arman's face was full of surprise.

Perhaps it was because the residents of the shelter he knew were all quite nice, but it was hard for him to believe that there were devils with extreme views among those kind-hearted guys.

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

After all, let alone others, sitting in this tavern, I am not incompatible with the surroundings.

...I heard a rumor that the earliest Borneo people were actually a group of survivors from the middle world. Their genes are not much different from other survivors in the wasteland.

The vast majority of the Borneo people can recognize each other as their compatriots at a glance, and can accurately determine which ethnic group the other person belongs to based on their surname.

However, outsiders would not recognize the difference between them at all, unless they often interact with Borno people.

This phenomenon is especially common on the Death Coast. Residents from Sunset Province and Borneo Province have basically no big difference in appearance, except for the cultural and religious barriers.

Kuruan grinned.

I've heard of it, but so what? We are not the remnants of the Middle World. We are their conquerors. The virus cannot affect us no matter what. There is nothing wrong with cleaning up some of the garbage...

There are too many indigenous people in the colony, and the technology of the Prosperity Era has allowed some people who should not have survived to survive.

Just like Blackwater Lane.

It was a breeding ground for plague and corruption.

But it is undeniable that the prosperity of Yongye Port is indeed due to the people there.

If they hadn't endured the exploitation without complaint, how could the Weirant people live in big houses?

A good life cannot fall from the sky.

Kuruan was silent for a while, took a sip of beer, and said with some contradiction.

Actually, it's not good. I never agree with that method to win. Upright fighting is our tradition, and dying before aging is also an honor... But those are the games of big shots. Even if you and I feel If it’s not right, it won’t change anything.”

Armen fell silent for a moment.

Regarding this, he felt the deepest. Even if he moved his home next to the Governor, it would not change that he was just an insignificant chess piece.

When disaster strikes, he can do nothing but pray to the gods.

Unwilling to talk more about the death agent, Kuruan quickly moved the topic to other places.

The two people sitting in front of the bar drank bottle after bottle and chatted for a long time without realizing it.

Kuruan later told many stories about the front line, from the meat grinders in Ridbull County to the three bloody battles at the bend of the river.

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

What made Arman particularly emotional was that the rat tribesman with a bandage on his head actually transformed into a jungle rat that was extremely troublesome to the frontline troops.

Sure enough, gold will shine wherever it is.

Arman was not the only one who was feeling emotional.

Hearing that he and Isher actually had a relationship, Kuruan also had an expression of surprise on his face.

Damn it...you actually know that guy? I heard that he caused Captain Oletwan a lot of suffering in the three northern states of Borneo!

Captain Olet and his men had been stationed in Yongye Port before, and they were considered local celebrities. Their reputation made even the mutant tribes in the desert fearful.

Of course, Arman was familiar with this name, and he was even more surprised that Isher could be compared with this general.

Facing Kuruan's surprised look, Arman coughed slightly and said humbly.

It's just a nod of acquaintance... My wife is relatively familiar with him. Thanks to his help at that time, my family was able to take care of themselves.

Kuruan felt moved, suddenly lowered his voice, and continued with a mysterious look on his face.

Speaking of which, you should know a lot of Borneo people, right?

Arman was stunned for a moment, seeing an unusual eagerness in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little vigilant in his heart.

What's wrong?

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

The bottle contains several clusters of crystal clear dark green crystals, like scraps scraped off the surface of the crystal.

Arman was stunned when he saw this thumb-sized bottle.

……This is?

The purified crystal of snake grass... As for snake grass, it is a specialty of Borneo Province, or the Snake State.

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

To put it simply, it can help you temporarily escape from worldly worries...just like cigarettes and alcohol. Do you want to try it?

The sound was like a devil's whisper.

Looking at the bottle of deadly poison, Arman's Adam's apple moved and he gently pushed it away with his index finger.

I'm afraid it's not as simple as cigarettes and alcohol.

Kuruan smiled lightly and continued.

It is true that compared to cigarettes and alcohol, it has stronger hallucinogenic properties, and you will become addicted to it if you are not careful, but other than that, it has no other side effects. The warlords in Borneo grow it in exchange for military expenses. The Logistics Department mixes it with other drugs to make tranquillizers to treat the mental trauma of wounded soldiers, such as the stress reaction of hearing explosions, etc... and then make money from military expenditures.

Arman said in surprise.

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

Kuruan said softly.

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

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

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

Armen stared at him with wide eyes.

Are you crazy? This thing-

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

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

Snake grass only grows in the Snake State. The vast desert does not have the conditions for it to grow. If you can open up the relationship with the warlords in Borneo Province, we can bypass the logistics department and the gangs in Saifan Port and get it directly. To get a lot of snake grass, instead of purifying the crystals through those little pills——

I've never heard of such a thing, and I'm not interested in this kind of business.

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

Sorry... this may be a highly profitable business, but the risks involved are too high.

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

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

Arman couldn't help but ask.

Do you remember when you were a centurion?

Centurion... Kuruan smiled sarcastically, So I am still a centurion. I didn't expect anyone would remember it.

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

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

I originally planned to discuss another deal with you. Although it is not as profitable as the deal you mentioned, at least it will not harm our compatriots... I'm sorry again, I can't participate in your deal. Let's just pretend that we haven't met tonight. Have a good time.

His Adam's apple moved and he continued.

But if you change your mind, I'm always welcome to join you.

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

Kuruan stared at Arman's back.

A trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but it only passed away briefly.

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

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

If all this was for loyalty, that would be fine. He wasn't fighting for money in the first place.

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

He didn't get the honor he craved.

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

You have to choose between faith and bread.

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

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

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

How was the talk?

Glancing at the man sitting next to him, Kuruan answered in a hoarse voice.

He refused.

Yeah?

Tony sighed and shrugged helplessly.

Although it was expected, it is indeed a bit regretful... If we can use those big ships, our business can be bigger.

Kuruan glanced at him.

You don't seem surprised at all?

Tony lit a cigarette for himself and said calmly.

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

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

Are you questioning my faith?

Tony was stunned, wondering why this guy suddenly became so sensitive, but he still smiled and shrugged.

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

Kuruan asked calmly.

Is that guy reliable?

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

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

The guy was a Borneo, but his appearance was not very typical.

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

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

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

Hello, Mr. Kuruan, I have heard of your reputation.

Kuruan grinned, thinking it was quite interesting to hear this sentence from the mouth of a Balan.

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

Who are the Blue Family members? Kuruan looked at Tony and said bluntly, Is this thing reliable?

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

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

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

Don't worry about it. The people in Weiland have this temper. They always say whatever they want.

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

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

Tony was about to explain when Meta, who had been silent, suddenly said righteously.

The family will need funds and get rid of financial difficulties. Mr. Zeid said that this is a necessary evil to serve a higher cause and a temporary regression. It is a strong medicine for the stubborn diseases of the old era. It is a dialectical distinction between primary and secondary contradictions. Even if it is planted, it is reasonable.”

Not to mention smoking it for you.

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

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

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

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

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

How to trade?

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

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

Kuruan nodded.

This method is good.

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

After explaining the transportation process, Tony looked at Meta, who continued what he said.

We can get the goods you need as much as you want, but we only accept dinar transactions, and we need to purchase some supplies to transport to the Snake State.

Kuruan chuckled.

What's the purpose of transporting it there?

Meta narrowed his eyes slightly.

You really want to know?

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

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

After speaking, he winked at Meta.

Although the latter was reluctant, he stiffened his neck and nodded, accepting the explanation.

Kuruan sneered and refused to expose this guy.

I'll just treat it like this.

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

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

No one will find him here at all.

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

The dirty work is all Blackwater Lane's job.

After a pause, Kuruan raised three fingers.

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

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

no problem……

There is no way around this job without the Weiland man. Even if it is to sell the goods to more places in the future, he has to find a way to get this guy down.

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

He pays the bill.

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

His name was Andrew, a full-blooded Willant man who served as a warden at Catnold Prison.

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

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

It is precisely for this reason that when the Enlightenment Society spreads doomsday beliefs, it will also add a sentence - as long as you become a disciple of the Enlightenment Society, you will be able to live in the ark of refuge on the day when the world restarts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At his age, he has no chance.

Moreover, he himself is a cowardly person, and what little courage he has is used in imagining the power and omnipotence of the Wilant people.

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

It was precisely for this reason that he was so grateful for the gifts given by the Enlightenment Society - the marriage and family they gave him were things that he would not be able to obtain even if he continued on his normal life path, even if he spent his whole life.

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

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

Anyway, the marks of clones will not be inherited. An obedient doll can save parents the trouble of being incompetent and can demonstrate his uncompromising majesty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This infiltration plan was carried out simultaneously with other plans they were undertaking.

They have been consciously penetrating into the society of the Southern Legion since a long time ago.

Like the iron worm that captures the praying mantis.

And all this happened quietly...

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

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

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

Cartnod Prison... has recently admitted thirty-one inmates. They are residents of the shelter and are members of the Alliance.

After a pause, he continued.

Our warden said they are spies from the Alliance, but I always feel that they are not such stupid spies, or... these guys are not interested in drinking, but have other hidden purposes.

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

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

Who did he say that to?

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

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

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

There was silence behind the door for a long time.

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

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

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

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

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

Hearing the sound from the door, Andrew nodded hurriedly.

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

Okay...I'll leave first.

With these words behind him, he turned and hurried back to the street, returning in a straight line to the nearest market.

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

From the moment he entered Blackwater Lane.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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