This Game Is Too Realistic

"A bunch of trash!"

Charas cursed angrily, threw the communicator in his hand on the sofa, and closed his eyes after pacing for a while.

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

Before the guy could speak, Charas walked forward hurriedly, stared into his eyes and spoke aggressively.

"Your people screwed up again! Why do you want me to say it again! Can't you get some decent weapons!? Or do you mean that you have no one to use except those fishmen with scales?! "

Arzu's face was equally ugly.

After all, he is not a true forerunner, but an apostle in the "Second Temple". He cannot completely block human emotions and achieve 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 is the case, what are we going to do with you?"

Charas's expression was a little uneasy.

"But even so..."

This time, Arzu didn't wait for him to finish his words before he cursed Yu.

"Don't say 'forget it', do you want me to explain it clearly? You are moving too slowly!"

Charas looked at Arzu who suddenly became angry in astonishment, and for a moment he forgot who was asking whom to accuse.

Taking a deep breath, Arzu recovered his rising and falling chest, stared at the astonished federal chief of staff and continued to speak.

"The Alliance is trying to build an encirclement network against us. The time left for us is getting less and less. We must open our strategic space to the sea before the encirclement network is formed. Research on the nest on the Tianting is a must. You Where is my Coral City? Another two months have passed. When can we start our research?"

Hearing Arzu suddenly mention this, Charas looked a little embarrassed, coughing slightly and trying to explain.

"This will take some time... There are still voices of concern within the Federation, and I have been working hard to speak for you."

He needs to use his friends in the north to help him get out of some trouble, but that doesn't mean he has to completely turn to them.

To put it bluntly, this is just taking advantage of each other.

It is true that he longs to gain eternity while gaining power, but he has his own rhythm to do it, and this is the safest.

"too slow."

Arzu shook his head, disappointment written on his face.

"I trust you and give you the greatest support. Whether you need technology or assistance, we will do it without reservation, and even provide you with our most precious 'mind interference technology'. And you gave it What do I want? Do you want to spend two months playing your boring official games? 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 continued to talk sadly.

"As long as I have a submarine or a warship, we don't have to use those ugly fishmen. 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 alone! As long as you give them a little support-"

"Enough!"

Finally losing his composure, Charas interrupted his scolding angrily.

"I have helped you to the maximum extent allowed by my authority. Do you want me to go beyond the command and order the federal fleet to fire on the alliance's target? No one will pay attention to such an order! This is not the case here You guys are here! There are no puppets who have been tricked into having their brains ripped out. I can’t do whatever I want. I have to stay within the rules—”

"Doing things outside the rules within the rules? This is your most fatal flaw. You want everything, but you are not willing to take any risks. Let me tell you, if you really respect your people so much That ridiculous set of rules, don’t borrow our power from the beginning, but try to win the support of the majority like your beloved Mr. President.”

Arzu laughed softly, walked in front of this dear ally, stared at the wavering pupils, and spoke slowly.

"I can see that your men are beginning to doubt you."

Taking a step back subconsciously, Charas frowned.

"My men?"

Arzu nodded, his empty gaze suddenly cast in the direction of the window, and continued talking as if nothing had happened.

"The destroyer is heading towards the site of the incident... Let me guess. First of all, he is definitely not going to help us. If he really had this intention, he would not wait until we are done fighting."

"Destroyer? You mean Dongwen?" Charas looked at him in surprise and murmured to himself, "Didn't I ask him to return to Anle Island to wait for orders?"

"It seems that I guessed it right." Looking at Charas, whose expression gradually changed, Arzu just coldly sneered at his ally, "What a pity, Mr. Charas, I'm sorry for you. I'm afraid the official game is over. You have no chance to become the president of the Federation, no chance at all, but you are not completely without a chance to hold the power you desire... How about considering the title of leader?"

Before Charas, who looked astonished, could speak, Arzu 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 will try to find another ally as soon as possible, haha."

At the same time as those words fell, the golden shadow began to gradually fade, blending into the air like a wisp of dissipating smoke.

Charas was suddenly startled and called out to you quickly.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

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

"This guy!"

Charas clenched his fists.

At this time, a drop of cold sweat suddenly broke out from his forehead and dripped on the carpet.

I was tricked!

From the beginning, the guy was sure that these mutants would fail.

And he who doesn't completely trust the Torch will definitely arrange for a warship to monitor the final settlement as before.

Now his men have begun to doubt his motives and even whether what they are doing is right.

Just like that guy who was pretending to be a ghost said, he no longer has the chance to continue speculating as a wallflower.

This time the suspicious eyes came not from the centrists, but from right around him - the officers who supported him in this gamble.

Now he only has two options to choose from.

Either confess to those who support him and those who doubt him, and accept the punishment of those rules set by themselves.

Or take advantage of the fact that the initiative is still in your hands, and pull the people who still support you to take a final gamble...

Charas felt his palms soaked with cold sweat.

Just then, 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 and gave a respectful military salute.

"Mr. Charas, Mr. President hopes that you can go to the presidential palace. He has some doubts about the investigation of the Golden Coast and wants to discuss it with you."

Golden Coast?

Charas was stunned for a moment, and after a while he remembered that it was the research ship heading to Haiya Province to establish an outpost.

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

How long has this been, and these guys are still investigating that thing?

But there were outsiders here, so he didn't laugh out loud after all. He took a moment to breathe again, turned to look at the officer standing at the door, and said "Huh" in a gentle manner.

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

"yes!"

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

The door is closed.

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

He dialed a series of numbers cleanly, without any hesitation in his eyes or in his voice.

With the issuance of orders one after another, he quickly completed all the arrangements he needed to make before starting this huge gamble.

In fact, there was no hesitation at all.

Arzu's assessment is correct, he is indeed a weak and incompetent guy.

But what's different is that the officers and militants who pushed him to the front are actually not "iron-blooded tough guys". They are just grassroots who take it one step at a time. They want to take advantage of the situation but dare not take the responsibility. Who is more responsible than yourself?

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

There is no reason why he should lose this bet!

…

Roundabout port.

The ceremony to celebrate the opening of the water went smoothly to the end. Governor Channing read out the declaration of friendship between the roundabout, French fries port and the alliance in front of everyone. The Midnight Killing Chicken read out the administrator's response to the local survival on behalf of the alliance. blessings.

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

Clear water still pours out from the end of the inverted hammer handle, just like the rock-solid order.

Instead, the sudden alarm sounded like a misunderstanding.

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

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

The celebration is over.

Standing next to the fountain, Midnight Killer grinned and looked at Governor Channing, who still had an incredulous expression on his face.

"Look, I just said it's okay."

Full of questions, Chaning saw that the alliance's corps commander seemed to know something about you, and finally couldn't help but ask you.

"What was the explosion just now..."

Midnight Killer pondered for a moment and confessed frankly.

"I'm afraid it's a mutant."

"Mutants?!" Channing was stunned for a moment, looked at him in surprise, and blurted out, "How can there be mutants in the southern seas?!"

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

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

Looking at Channing with an unbelievable look on his face, Midnight Killer did not explain, but took out a 㱒 board from his arms and handed it to him.

Just now, Model Worker Voldemort shared the footage taken near the submarine freshwater pipeline to his terminal device through the radio station on the Rourou.

Watching the battle video played on the screen, Channing's Adam's apple moved involuntarily.

What a mutant...

And there are so many!

Floating in the filthy sea water were broken limbs and weapons, as well as aquatic alien species that were attracted by the smell of blood.

In addition, there is a huge sea monster "Laken" rolling in the water, which seems to have been attracted by those aquatic mutants.

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

"There's nothing strange about this. The southern sea is right next to the Haiyia Province. Since the Torch Church introduced the garbage to the Death Coast, it's not surprising that it has spread everywhere."

Looking at Channing whose eyes were glued to the screen, Midnight Killer suddenly continued talking 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 shocking news." Channing looked at him in surprise, and the expression on his face became obviously unnatural.

Mutants.

This is no joke.

The area where the explosion occurred is less than a hundred nautical miles away from the ring island. Since they can swim to that location, it is entirely possible for them to swim here.

Although there are some defense forces on the island, and they can mobilize reserves if necessary, but if they were to face a sudden attack by a thousand mutants, they might not even have time to issue guns to the boys.

The consensus among the settlements in the southern sea is to establish defense forces at sea, and this is also the strategic policy established during the Shelter 70 era.

That is, the Federation's fortress is placed on the sea outside the island, and a fleet made of steel is used to block threats from the wasteland.

It is precisely because of this set of defense mechanisms that in the past two hundred years almost no predator speedboats have been able to get within a hundred nautical miles of each island.

However, now, this defensive mechanism seems to have failed.

I have had two accidents in a row...

Seeing Governor Channing's expression change, he continued to talk.

"And what's even more intriguing is that on the same day, your maritime patrol team patrolling nearby waters disappeared completely... Of course, I'm not blaming you for not reminding us that our safety is our own business. But you don’t seem to know what’s going on there. If I remember correctly, that should be one of your patrol areas.”

"Two months ago... I remember there was a drill," Channing coughed slightly, "It might have been a match."

This sentence sounds like he is trying to excuse the Federation, but it also sounds like he is trying to convince himself.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out," Midnight Killer paused and said, "But I think the federal navy should know what happened there. After all, the patrol came the next day. At that time, the people on the beach were The blood hasn’t even been cleaned up…Didn’t they warn you about the threat of mutants?”

Channing's expression gradually became a little frightened.

"No... Our main enemy is Vault 70, and the main thing we need to watch out for is their submersibles."

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

"This matter is a bit strange... Why would mutants be interested in undersea management?"

"I think what you should pay more attention to is why the fleet that is supposed to protect you selectively ignores this posed threat. Letting mutants come ashore is no joke, especially those with scales. I heard that their taste for torturing their prey is even worse than those of the green ones.”

That’s all.

Killing chickens at midnight did not continue with this embarrassing topic.

He knew that although Chaning didn't say it, he definitely knew it in his heart. Compared with whether a certain problem is properly solved, whether it is revealed as a problem is more critical. Otherwise, if it has happened twice, it is very likely that it will not only happen the third or fourth time, but will happen countless times without people knowing it.

Without the approval of the headquarters and the permission of the settlements in the southern seas, the Federation Fleet secretly acquiesced to military operations in the mutant areas for some purpose.

"Of course, this is just a friendly reminder. We have never relied on others to ensure our safety. Regardless of whether the federal fleet provides us with the necessary support, we will deal with those scaly guys in our own way."

After giving the governor a meaningful look, Midnight Killer turned around and prepared to take the brothers from the Jungle Corps back to the boat.

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

"Please wait a moment."

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

"What's up?"

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

With a slightly embarrassed smile on his face, Channing coughed lightly and continued in an unspeakable tone, "If we are attacked by [mutants, I hope to get [your support]... Of course, if The same goes for you being attacked. In addition, as long as we receive alert information, we will share it with you. "

Since the Alliance has a way to lock down the location of mutants and eliminate the danger before they attack, it is obvious that they have established a patrol system that includes intelligence search and interception.

Regardless of the reason, the two consecutive failures of the Federation fleet have made him unable to trust those guys anymore.

Currently, the ring island is exposed to the threat of mutants, and he needs to build a firewall for the local survivors.

A more reliable firewall.

In exchange, he can share the intelligence network of the ring island with the alliance, and the early warning signals collected by other islands will also be collected by Friesport.

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

Although the roundabout does not have its own army or fleet, the port itself also serves as a military installation.

Perhaps he understood the meaning of Chan Ning's words. A surprised expression appeared on Midnight Killer's face, then he smiled heartily and agreed immediately.

"No problem! If the opponent is a mutant, we will attack anytime and anywhere, not to mention you are our partners."

After a pause, he continued.

"Of course, we are separated from you by two sea miles. If we wait for the attack to happen, I'm afraid it will be too late. I suggest that you build an eight-meter-long aircraft runway next to the island, regardless of the concrete material used. Still steel, if our plane can land next to your island, we can support you as soon as possible. "

After carefully writing down this advice, Channing nodded and said.

"I will arrange it as soon as possible."

…

At the same time that the Jungle Corps was evacuating from the port of the ring island, the Federation destroyer, which had learned about the situation from the Alliance aircraft, was continuing to move forward towards the sea area where the battle took place.

Some things cannot be explained clearly in the communication channel and must be confirmed with your own eyes.

There was silence on the bridge.

Both Captain Dongwen and the officers under his command were silently staring at the endless sea directly in front of them.

In fact, both the captain himself and all his subordinates have heard that their friends in the north have been helping them solve some troubles.

However, what they didn't expect was that the ones doing the trick turned out to be mutants!

What makes it even more difficult for them to accept is that the place where the incident happened is only one nautical mile away from the circular island...

"There must be some misunderstanding..." the adjutant said with a cold sweat, "No matter what... the senior management is not like those guys."

There is always a better way.

If it doesn't work, it's not impossible to let the federal fleet take action.

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

At this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank slightly, and he saw a mutilated arm suddenly appearing among the surging waves.

Soon he discovered that there was more than just one...

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

The alien species attracted by the smell of blood chased and gnawed at their corpses, ignoring the approaching warships.

The adjutant standing next to Dong Wen swallowed and struggled to squeeze out a word from his throat.

"...mutants."

And not just one or two...

So many corpses, at least a thousand!

Realizing this, cold sweat couldn't help but fall from his chin.

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

Dongwen stared silently at the tragic scene on the sea, and then glanced at the flashing signal on the sonar screen.

That's a "Laken".

As if it had sensed the psychic interference signal from the warship, it was twisting its injured body and escaping towards the north.

A dozen weird-shaped submarines were chasing it. They must have been something created by the Alliance. Although the condition of these submersibles is not very good, they should have suffered some damage in the previous battle, but they do not seem to intend to let go of this wandering prey.

He had promised to support them in his previous communication with the pilot. Dongwen looked at the adjutant on the side and gave the order.

"Launch torpedoes."

After a pause, he said again.

"Also, let's drag up some mutant corpses."

The adjutant nodded seriously and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

As the battle order was issued, a torpedo was thrown from the launcher into the sea, speeding towards the target locked by the sonar.

Without any suspense, the torpedo easily hit the target. The explosive air column and fire instantly tore the huge body into pieces, sending the scarred Laken away with just one shot.

The alliance's submersible made strange movements, gesturing with its mechanical arms, as if to express its gratitude to them.

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

At this moment, a speedboat flying the Confederate flag came from a distance and approached his destroyer unhurriedly.

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 team.

As he looked at the man, the man looked at him, and then glanced at the trawl net thrown to the sea.

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

Dongwen didn't stop him, just watched silently.

"Great harvest, it seems you have a lot of trophies. Fortunately, you discovered the problem in time and didn't let these good swimmers swim on [our island]."

Squinting at the blood-stained sea, Mu Da walked in front of him with a hint of ridicule in his voice.

"The residents on the ring island are waiting for me to go back and tell them what happened here, so how about I go on a mission? That way I don't have to go down the net myself."

Dong Wen did not answer his words, and spoke after a moment of silence.

"It seems like you know something."

"Did I hear you right? Are you asking me? It turns out that the person next to you who has been looking at me is me?" Mu Da looked at him with a surprised expression and said with a smile, "How about we just change ships? Come on, you drive my speedboat and I'll drive your destroyer."

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

"It's not impossible."

"Come on."

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

"More than a thousand mutants marched straight into our territorial waters, while our fleet watched from the side, applauding them... You know everything, and you still want to get an answer from me. I and I I knew it a month ago and couldn’t count on you.”

Dong Wen was silent for a long time, then sighed and said.

"Sorry, brother."

"I'm not your brother," Muda glanced at him, "You don't want to say sorry to me. Instead, you should say it to the more than 100,000 survivors on the ring island, as well as the tens of thousands of residents in the entire federation. It’s them who spend money to support you... and of course, they also support me.”

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

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Mu Da then spoke.

"Hello."

"Um?"

"Tell me the truth," Mouda continued, looking at the captain who was looking at him. "Are the people who blew up the Ocean Current Power Station really residents of Vault 70?"

Dong Wen was silent for a while, then slowly spoke.

"Probably not."

Muda stared into his eyes.

"Is that you?"

"no."

Dong Wen shook his head, and after a moment, he sighed again.

"...but it makes no difference."

Mu Da frowned.

"What's the meaning?"

Without answering the question directly, the man said something pointedly.

"We who are supposed to put out the fire acquiesce to the flames that have been lit, hoping that it will deal with the troubles for us that are inconvenient for us to solve by ourselves. I should pay attention at that time. Sooner or later, we who are hesitant will also do the same become trouble."

Mu Da couldn't help but ask Yu.

"So why are you doing this?"

Dong Wen said calmly.

"Because there is only one chance. If we don't be decisive, the survivors of the Federation will never unite to pull those pretentious guys from the altar. And once their management comes back, they will take out the money and put it in the shelter. With those weapons, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity will never come back.”

"What about now? Are we more united?"

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

"Originally, we who have hands and feet need someone to poop for us, and then another person to wipe our butts, just because you hide it from me and I hide it from you."

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

"...How do you ask me to convince myself to continue to believe in you."

Dongwen looked into the distance, not wanting to look into those disappointed eyes, and stretched out his hand to gently straighten the officer's hat on his head.

"I'm just saying this because I think it's unreasonable to do so. 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 spoken to him, but more like they were spoken to the survivors of the circular island behind him.

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

"What else are you going to do?"

"Make up for past mistakes."

When he said this, Dong Wen paused for a moment, took out a thumb-sized card from his arms, and handed it to the patrol captain's hand.

This is a memory card that holds the recording of his phone call with Charas, as well as an audio recording he made himself after that.

It contains some things that everyone in the Federation fleet knows a little bit about, but dare not challenge.

He knew that this thing alone could not convince everyone.

But he believed that he could convince at least one guy like himself.

Mu Da looked at him puzzledly and asked Yu.

"This is it?"

Staring into his eyes, Dongwen said solemnly.

"Take it to the port of Anle Island and give it to the people waiting for me there."

Looking at the memory card in his hand, Mu Da was silent for a moment and looked at him to ask.

"Why don't you go yourself."

"I'm going to go to the North Island."

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

At this moment, he seemed like a real captain.

"There are already cracks in our cabin."

"Before this rift widens and becomes irreversible, someone must stand up and correct the mistakes that have been made!"