Opening game, American Tycoon

Chapter 26 The man who cheated (second update, please collect, please recommend)
The days that followed seemed to be relaxed and comfortable. Although the assassination of Bartolome Miter caused an uproar in Buenos Aires, it had no effect on Zhu Xianhai.

He is just a small person, political turmoil has nothing to do with him.

At the same time his life was light and agreeable.He even gained affection. Facing a stunning beauty like Elizabeth who can arouse men's desires, no man can control himself!

Besides, the identity of the widow... the widow is quite attractive.

Although it is not suitable to be a wife, there is nothing to say about being a mistress. Not only is she stunningly beautiful, but her hot figure is enough to make any man sink into it and cannot extricate himself.

Finally, on a night full of moonlight, they burned together under the flowers before the moon and under the dry wood...

At the same time, the death of Bartolomé Miter exacerbated the political crisis in Buenos Aires, and the war was on the verge of breaking out.

……

On January 1861, 1, the Buenos Aires Civil War broke out.

In March, rebel forces attacked Buenos Aires.

That day, the guns sounded all day, and at night, the dark sky was reddened, and the crimson flames lit up the night sky.

The rebel army is not only setting fire to the urban area, but also looting and killing people in the suburbs.

In order to avoid the chaos of war, Zhu Xianhai deliberately lived in a high-end community in the suburbs, trying to use the power of the community to protect himself.

But it turns out that in the face of the army, the so-called upper-class elites and their bodyguards are simply scum.

Amidst a large area of ​​red light, Zhu Xianhai held Elizabeth's hand tightly, and a gust of warm breeze blew head-on from a distance.They smelled smoke.

The streets were full of hustle and bustle, people running up and down the streets in panic, and unsupervised children sitting in the corridors howling.Army vehicles and ambulances full of wounded swarmed the streets... The guards guarding the neighborhood were routed.

The men on horseback were running around in disorder, and so was Zhu Xianhai.

"Master, we have to leave quickly."

Brian, who was driving the carriage, shouted loudly.Over the past few months, in order to protect their own safety, they hired more than a dozen bodyguards. At the beginning, they knew they were protecting them.

Originally, these bodyguards were to prevent him from being attacked, like in the last simulation, to buy him time to retreat.

But now, he is facing unrestrained rioters, tens of thousands. Facing the rifles and cannons of the rioters, bodyguards with pistols and community guards, after being easily defeated by the rioters with cannons, the bodyguards of the rich Same as rout.

Run away, run away,
In the end, only Brian was left by their side, and he was still an old man employed by Elizabeth for many years.

Perhaps, they escaped, but inside and outside the city, there are rebellious soldiers everywhere, and they are all rebellious soldiers without discipline.

The rebels killed, set fire to, and robbed everywhere...

In the explosion, the carriage was hit.

Zhu Xianhai fell out of the carriage, and Elizabeth also fell down. She was covered in blood and held his hand tightly. The blood stained her dress. She just looked at him like that, her eyes slowly becoming Dim... and with his leg broken, he could only face all this helplessly.Listening to the cries and screams of the people around, and the wanton laughter of the rebels...

The sky was red, and a large cloud of black smoke rose like a cloud. In the blurred vision, Brian dragged him while trying to protect him with a pistol...

……

[In March 1861, when you were 3 years old, you were seriously wounded by rebel artillery and died three days later.The remains were collected for the church and buried in the cemetery of the victims, tombstone - Anonymous]
This is a piece of green grass, with rows of white crosses on the grass, this is a cemetery, and the crosses are the tombstones standing quietly...

……

That's it……

Faced with such an ending, Zhu Xianhai was dumbfounded. His fate changed in this simulation. His initiative to attack did indeed solve Mitre.

No one is murdered for money.

But unfortunately - he died again!
Even less than half a year.

This time he killed Mitre, but it caused another chain reaction.Without strong constraints, the rebel army turned into a group of demons.

Even indirectly killed himself.

Faced with such a result, Zhu Xianhai's expression was naturally ugly.

How could this be?
What's more terrible is that his choice not only killed himself, but also indirectly killed many people.

The crimson sky, the choking smell of smoke, the rioting soldiers killing people everywhere, and the despair in Elizabeth's eyes when she was about to die.

"damn it……"

Punching the air hard, Zhu Xianhai felt inexplicably angry.

so bad!

The living environment here is too harsh!

If it wasn't because of cheats and simulators spoiling him, even if he had insight beyond the times, in this era, he would quickly lose sight of it.

And it cooled faster than he imagined!

Fortunately, there is an emulator, and fortunately, we are the Chosen One!
But... Thinking of what happened to Elizabeth and others in the simulator, Zhu Xianhai's face was full of helplessness.

I don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me!

He is bearish about life and death, he is bearish about life and death, but how many people have been killed by such a choice?

The most important thing is...it caused me to die half a year early!
This whole thing...was in vain!
Sitting decadently on the bed, Zhu Xianhai frowned and thought.

Directly killing future enemies seems simple, rude, and clean, but it changes the future.It is also full of too many uncertain factors.

And this kind of uncertainty, the danger brought by it is also unpredictable, and the result may be even worse!
After experiencing several "lifes" before and after, he inexplicably had a kind of enlightenment.

I just escaped the tragedy of the "Flower Messenger" where the flowers collapsed before they were broken, and fell into the pit of the "Pharmacist". alliance".

Life is bearish, if you don't agree, just do it!
But the result?

It was as if it was destined to be unlucky, and every time it was "the first emperor's great career was not halfway, but the middle way collapsed".

Could it be that this is fate?
"A grain of ashes from the times, falling on a person's head, is like a mountain..."

One thing that is certain is that for ordinary people, in such a troubled world, it is definitely not as easy as imagined to achieve a great cause.A random grain of ashes falling on the head may mean that "the first emperor collapsed in the middle of his career before halfway".

Although the results of the four simulations were different, Zhu Xianhai felt that fate was like a spider web. Despite his constant struggle, he got deeper and deeper each time.Each time, like a tarantula, Destiny seemed to grow stronger!

How can we break free from the spider web of fate?

For a man who has "died" four times, nothing seems more important than being alive.

The basic principle of the traverser——to live, there are endless possibilities!
The so-called "success or failure turns the head empty", is it probably the same?

The so-called "fate" is probably the same, right?

Could it be that this is "fate?"

impossible!

Zhu Xianhai shook his head, throwing this weird idea out of his mind, how could this be fate?
Taking a deep breath, his eyes slowly became firm.

He decided that from today on, he would never recognize the so-called fate.

We're on the hook—God's Chosen Son!How about accepting fate?

Besides, what does the Sims do?
Isn't it just to let us avoid those risks.

It's okay, it's okay, although the living environment in this world is a bit harsh, it's not a big problem, I have a golden finger!
Of course, security protection still needs to be strengthened.But things have proved that white people are unreliable, and white people hired by money are even more unreliable.

Unless... Frowning into a ball, Zhu Xianhai made a plan in his heart...

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(End of this chapter)