This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 720 was put together

   "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.

   Without waiting for the guy to 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 **** get some decent weapons!? Or are you no one to use except those scaly murlocs?! "

  Alzu's face was also ugly.

  He is not the real forerunner after all, but the apostle in the "Second Holy Church", unable to completely shield human emotions, so as to achieve purely rational thinking.

   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 only just arrived here. 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 uneasy.

   "But even so..."

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

   "Don't be there 'forget it', do I have to make it clear? You're moving too slowly!"

  Charas looked at the suddenly angry Alzu in astonishment, and for a moment he forgot who was asking whom to blame.

   Taking a deep breath, Alzu calmed down his undulating chest, staring at the astonished federal 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 Tiangong is a must, you promise Where is my Coral City? Another two months have passed, when will we start our research!"

  Hearing Alzu suddenly mention this, Charas also had a somewhat embarrassed expression, coughing lightly and trying 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 needs to use his friends up north to help him out of some troubles, but that doesn't mean he's going to completely fall for them.

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

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

"too slow."

  Alzu shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

"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 continued to speak in a heartbroken manner.

"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!"

  Finally unable to hang on his face, 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 took a step back, Charas frowned.

   "My men?"

   Arzu 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 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 about 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 that sentence fell, the golden phantom began to gradually fade away, melting into the air like a wisp of dissipated blue smoke.

  Charles 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 time, a drop of cold sweat suddenly emerged 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 he who doesn't fully trust the torch will definitely arrange a warship to monitor the final result as before.

   Now his men have begun to doubt his motives, and even begin to doubt whether what he is doing is correct.

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

  This time, the suspicious gaze did not come from the centrists, but from his side—the officers who supported him in this gamble.

   Now he has only two options.

   Either confess everything to those who support him and those who doubt 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 pull those people who still support you to take a final gamble...

  Charas felt his palms soaked in 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 was pushed open, and an officer came in and gave a respectful military salute.

   "Mr. Chalas, Mr. President hopes that you can go to 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 while, and it took him a while to remember that it was the research ship that was going to set up an outpost in Haiya Province.

   Realizing this, he couldn't help laughing.

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

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

   "Please tell Mr. President for me, 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, Chalas stopped for a moment, and finally walked to the sofa, picking up the communicator lying on it.

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

  As the orders were issued one after another, he quickly completed all the deployments that needed to be completed before starting this gamble.

   In fact, there is nothing to hesitate at all.

   Alzu's evaluation is correct, he is 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 is time to make decisions.

  He has no reason to lose this bet!

  …

  Circular island port.

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.

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

   It was the sudden alarm, but it seemed 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."

   Full of questions, Channing couldn't help asking when he saw that the leader of the alliance seemed to know something.

   "What was the explosion just now..."

  Midnight Killing Chicken pondered for a moment, and said frankly.

   "I'm afraid it's a mutant."

   "Mutants?!" Channing froze 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 the means to drive away the alien species, even a ship floating on the water is not safe.

  Looking at the unbelievable Channing, Midnight Killing Chicken didn't explain, 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 the Rourou.

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

   Really a mutant...

   And there are so many!

   Floating in the turbid seawater are stumps, broken arms, weapons, and aquatic alien species that were attracted by the smell of blood.

  Besides, there is also 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 that group of garbage to the Dead Coast, it is 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 away from the circular island. Since they can swim to that location, it is entirely possible for them to swim here.

  Although there are some defensive forces on the island, and they can mobilize reserves if necessary, but if they are facing a sudden attack by a thousand mutants, I am afraid they will not even have time to hand out the guns to the boys.

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

   That is, put the fortress of the Federation on the sea outside the island, and a fleet made of steel to block threats 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...

  Looking at the changing expression of Governor Channing, Midnight Killing Chicken continued.

"And what's 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 at you It seems that you don't 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, "That time may have been a coincidence."

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

"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 watch out for is their submersibles."

   Paused, his expression gradually became serious, and he muttered to himself in thought.

   "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 Kill Chicken did not continue on this embarrassing topic.

  He knew that although Channing didn't say anything, he definitely knew 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 headquarters and without the approval of the settlements in the southern sea area, the federal fleet acquiesced to the military operations of the mutants 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."

  Given a meaningful look at the governor, Midnight Kill Chicken turned around, ready to take the brothers of 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 Kill Chicken stopped and turned around, casting a questioning look at him.

"What's wrong?"

   "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 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, 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.

   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 add 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 received by other islands will also be received by Port of Chips.

  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 kind of military installation.

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

   "No problem! If the opponent is a mutant, we will take action no matter when and where, let alone you are our partners."

   After a pause, he continued.

"Of course, we are two hundred nautical miles away from you. If we wait for the attack to happen and we rush over, I'm afraid it will 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."

   After taking this advice seriously, Channing nodded and said.

   "I will get someone to arrange it as soon as possible."

  …

  At the same time that the Jungle Corps withdrew from the port of the ring 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.

  Both the captain of Dongwen and the officers under his command were silently staring at the endless sea directly ahead.

  In fact, whether it is the captain himself or his subordinates, they have all heard that 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 misunderstanding..." the adjutant said with cold sweat, "No matter how you say it...the higher-ups wouldn't use those guys."

   There is always a better way.

   It is really impossible, and it is not impossible to let the Federation 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 appearing 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 Dongwen swallowed, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat 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.

   That is a "Raken".

   It seems to have sensed the psychic interference signal from the warship. It is twisting its injured body and fleeing towards the north.

   More than a dozen strangely shaped submarines chased 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 to the adjutant aside and ordered.

   "Launch a torpedo."

   After a pause, he said again.

   "Also, use a 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 submersibles of the Alliance made strange movements, gesticulating their mechanical arms, as if to express their gratitude to them.

   Instructed 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 unhurriedly.

  Dong Wen took a look 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 was looking at the man, the man was looking at him, and then at the trawling net thrown out to sea.

   Seems to have 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 spoils. 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, Mu Da, who walked up to 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, and our fleet is watching, applauding and cheering for them...You all know everything, and you still want an answer from me. I asked for an answer two months ago. I get it, 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, It's them who are paying to support you... and of course, 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, and then spoke slowly.

   "Probably not."

   Mu Da 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 a difference anymore.”

  Mu Da frowned.

"What's the meaning?"

   Did not directly answer this 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 into 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 **** for us, and then another person to wipe our ass, just because you are hiding from me and I am 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 feel it is bad 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, he asked in a serious tone.

   "What else are you going to do?"

   “Make up for previous mistakes.”

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

   This is a memory card that holds a recording of his conversation with Charas, as well as a piece of audio he recorded himself afterward.

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

  He knows that this thing alone won't 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 gaze gradually became firmer, and his voice no longer had any hesitation or hesitation.

  At this moment, he seemed like a real captain.

   "Our cabin has cracks."

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

  (end of this chapter)