This Game Is Too Realistic

At the port of Settlement No. 1, the Wilantes who had been drifting at sea for two weeks finally landed ashore.

Except for a few Borneo ultra-conservatives who are still protesting against the Willante Street project, the vast majority of local survivors have welcomed this poor group of people who came from afar.

Including people who had been indifferent to them.

In a sense, this is also thanks to those emotional Borneos.

Their reckless behavior and inability to listen to any reason have had the opposite effect on public opinion.

In a sense, this did make them more united, but it also made them more disliked by others.

Any reasonable or unreasonable request can be made in the league, but if you add the sentence "If you don't listen to me, I will lose my temper" or "If you don't listen to me, you will be finished", then no one will be scared. .

In order to be angry with this group of giant babies who did not grow up, some conservatives even deliberately made banners that were annoying to the group of giant babies to welcome the Weirant people who they had no interest in at all.

dislike?

Then go back to your Borneo province!

It just so happens that we’ve had enough of you too!

Since the Borneo method works so well, the guys in Borneo must be very full.

Of course, it must be said that the royalist giant baby is not all of the Borneo people.

There are still some people who have integrated into the alliance.

Perhaps to repair friendships with other walks of life, or perhaps to feel sorry from the bottom of their hearts, there is still a group of Borneos standing at the port in the eyes of their fellow tribesmen to welcome the Wilantes who have been oppressed by the legion.

Among them are mainly people from the Yue tribe, including Suka, one of the representatives of the radical faction.

Since the beginning of the whole turmoil, he has been trying to cool down the entire incident and restore the reputation of the Borneo people.

Even after he proposed the controversial "Motion to Establish an Immigration Bureau" and was denounced by other Borneos as "the guy who betrayed his ancestors", he still tried his best to do it...even if it cost him both sides. Unpleasant.

It's hard to say whether this has any effect.

But in one thing, he was actually somewhat similar to Jeremy who took the lead in blocking the car.

That is, they all moved themselves equally.

The only difference is that Jeremy didn't realize it, so he did it unswervingly.

Sukka actually realized that he was doing a futile and useless thing, but he still did it.

On the dock of the port, Sukka held Arman's right hand, his heartfelt smile a bit haggard.

"Congratulations to you, we will be comrades walking on the same path from now on."

"Thank you for accepting us, and I'm sorry...for causing you trouble during this time."

Looking at Sukka with a complicated expression, Arman said in a sincere and apologetic voice.

In the past two weeks, the Genk Group purchased 3,000 prefabricated houses from the Port of Chips as temporary new homes for the nearly 5,000 immigrants on board.

Now, these immigrants from Yongye Port finally don't have to go to the shore to work during the day and go back to the ship to sleep at night. Even on the shore, they can find a shelter from the wind and rain.

These prefabricated houses were once used by the Alliance to rescue the residents of the South China Sea Alliance and sent them to the Friesport resettlement site.

Now, with the end of the civil war in the southern seas, the islanders of the South China Sea Alliance have either returned to their hometowns one after another, or they have their own new homes in Friesport, so these prefabricated houses are naturally of no use.

With the assistance of representative Gu Ning, the Genk Group purchased this batch of second-hand housing materials from the Potato Port City Hall at a "free price" of nearly 20% off.

In exchange, after Weirant Street is built, the Genk Group will donate these prefabricated houses to the local authorities of Settlement No. 1 free of charge to rescue more survivors from the Western World or the Eastern Provinces.

"Trouble is out of the question, and compared to the trouble other immigrants have caused us, the trouble you have caused is actually relatively small." Suka smiled sheepishly, sighed softly, and said, "To be honest, in my heart In fact, I am very ashamed. I know very well that our suffering does not come from you, but is something within ourselves...but it is not easy to admit its existence."

"Actually, let's not talk about you. We are not the same. We have been sinking for two centuries." Arman grinned and gave him an encouraging look. "But I believe everything will be fine, no matter what. We are still you.”

"I hope so." Sokka said with a smile, ending this fruitless topic.

He didn't know whether he should face this problem pessimistically or optimistically.

Maybe it would have been better if General Rowell had not made that unparalleled contribution back then.

Maybe everything will end differently.

…

After saying goodbye to Sukka, Arman went to the ship to pick up his wife and children.

In fact, he could have lived on shore, but his wife thought it would be better to share the joys and sorrows with his compatriots on the ship at this time.

They couldn't leave their countrymen alone, they had to let them know that they were in this together.

This time little Ruby also sided with her mother.

After Arman thought for a long time, he agreed with the mother and daughter's idea.

Anyway, to him, this ship is like his home, it doesn't make any difference whether he goes ashore or not.

After settling down the mother and daughter, Arman met his partner Zhang Ze near the passenger terminal.

This guy was standing next to the railing, as if he had been waiting for a while.

Seeing Arman walking towards him, he made a sigh of relief expression and opened his arms to greet him.

"I have to say congratulations...and thank God our passengers have finally disembarked."

The main projects of the wall-mounted labor agency rely entirely on Yaman's fleet.

His ship was probably the only one on the entire Death Coast that could freely enter and exit West Sail Port, and he bought serfs from local farmers at the cheapest price.

Looking at Zhang Ze, Arman smiled, hugged him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Thanks."

Zhang Ze rolled his eyes, smiled and pushed the guy's shoulder away.

"Thank you for what I did. This is your ship. Can I still urge you to drive your compatriots off? However, can we start the next trip quickly? I always feel that this business is coming to an end. We’d better hurry.”

Arman gave him a strange look.

"Did you hear something?"

Zhang Ze said with a wry smile.

"What rumors have you heard? My friend, have you not read the newspaper? Now the direction of public opinion has completely turned to the other side. I am worried that if this continues, the Alliance will prohibit us from sending the Borneo people directly to the Death Coast."

It's actually easy to do this.

It would be enough for the Congress to legislate to prohibit companies registered in the Union from providing financial services to survivors who have never been to the Union.

If they could not help the serfs borrow the money to redeem themselves, or if the redemption debt was not recognized, the entire business would immediately become unprofitable.

If you do this at that time, it will be pure charity.

After all, it is impossible for the Borneo people to save their travel expenses to the Death Coast by moving boxes in Sailsport.

At that time, they can only do business for wealthy people, or shrink their business territory to Mammoth City and Golden Gallon Harbor.

Arman's expression became troubled.

"This is indeed a problem..."

Zhang Ze shrugged his shoulders.

"Speaking of which, don't you know someone from the Representative Council? You'd better talk to that person named Gu... and see if we can find a way to take a step back."

"I will talk to him, but if he has already made up his mind, I'm afraid my opinion won't be of much use."

After all, that man is a representative of the Alliance, and his words and deeds have shown that he will put the interests of Alliance citizens first.

Today, conservative opinions have the absolute upper hand within the alliance.

The only optimistic thing is that the conservatives in the alliance should not have so much time and energy to discuss these trivial issues. All their energy at the moment is probably on the relevant regulations of the Immigration Service.

This is their core interest appeal, and it is also what most affects the sensitive nerves of the radicals.

Yaman promised his partner Zhang Ze that he would try to contact representatives of the alliance and start the next voyage as soon as possible.

After bidding farewell to Zhang Ze, he was about to leave the port when a Weiland man suddenly stopped him.

"Hello, are you Mr. Arman?"

When he heard someone calling his name, Arman stopped and looked at that person.

I saw that the man was wearing simple casual clothes, but he looked polite but did not look like an ordinary person. He must have been well educated and worth a lot of money.

Arman was convinced that he did not know him, so he spoke in a hesitant tone.

"Sorry, are you..."

The man smiled slightly and introduced himself politely.

"I am the one who should be sorry for taking the liberty of coming to visit you. Please allow me to briefly introduce myself. My name is Greg. I am a businessman doing business in Dawn City and the president of the Weiland Overseas Compatriots Mutual Aid Association."

Arman frowned slightly.

"Weilant Overseas Compatriots Mutual Aid Association?"

This was the first time he heard about this organization.

Greg smiled, nodded, and explained.

“Simply put, it is a non-governmental organization that helps the Wilant people who live outside the area controlled by the Legion to help each other. We are committed to providing the Wilant people with information convenience and help within the scope of local laws and regulations...convenient occupation Do you have a moment? There are some things I want to talk to you about."

After hearing Greg's explanation, Arman relaxed his vigilance slightly.

However, at this moment, he heard a hint of "southern region" accent in the man's words.

This guy is from the city of Aventre!

He couldn't hear it wrong!

Arman, who often traveled around the wasteland, instantly became more cautious and became alert again.

"...Wait a minute, you said you are a non-governmental organization and people in Weiland help each other?"

Greg smiled and nodded.

"Exactly. If you encounter any trouble, you can also contact us——"

"I don't need your help, but I want to ask you, what have you been doing?" Arman stared at Greg's eyes intently, trying to see the flaws, "Where were you two weeks ago, Wei?" Where were you when Rand people needed you most.”

Faced with the questioning tone, Greg couldn't help but look a little embarrassed, coughed and said.

"Well...I'm so sorry. I only learned about your situation recently, and I rushed over immediately after hearing that you needed help...although I seem to be late."

Arman's face remained calm, but he chuckled in his heart.

The matter has been fermenting for at least half a month, and it won't take that long to get here from Dawn City.

However, he wanted to know the reason why this association was targeting him, so he asked.

"What do you want from me?"

Looking at the obviously distrustful expression, Greg said dumbfounded.

"Please don't be so nervous. We just noticed that you are very influential among the people and want to absorb you into our organization..."

As he spoke, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Arman's hand.

"This is my business card, please accept it... In addition, considering that the Weirant people have occupied a large proportion in Settlement No. 1, we plan to set up a branch of the association in Settlement No. 1. We heard that After reading your deeds, we all agreed that you are the best candidate for the branch president as you always look after the interests of the people of Weiland."

"I'm afraid I can't help you." Arman took the business card from his hand and stuffed it into his pocket. "I will go to sea in a while and won't stay here for a long time. You'd better choose other candidates." .”

"Understood, most people in the association also have their own business," Greg nodded and said with a smile, "However, you can also consider our suggestions. We will never treat our people badly, as long as you are willing Become our 'own people'."

“My phone number is on the business card, so be sure to contact me if you change your mind.”

After saying these meaningful words, Greg shook his head slightly, then hurriedly turned around and left.

The two of them talked for less than a minute. The guy didn't even have the sincerity to treat himself to a meal. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Arman smiled and shook his head, throwing the matter aside.

His intuition told him that there was probably some trouble behind this, but he really didn't want to get involved.

However, before he took two steps, he bumped into another unfamiliar face.

The man looked ordinary, but had a slightly burly physique, and his navy blue shirt was bulging.

Unlike the previous Greg, this guy looked like he was doing manual labor.

I don’t mean to look down on manual labor, but Arman has met enough new faces today.

Seeing that the guy was obviously running towards him, he smiled bitterly and said.

"Okay, who are you? If you have anything to do with me, let's get straight to the point..."

That guy sure had no nonsense.

He took out a palm-sized booklet directly from his arms, with the alliance's emblem and another emblem that Arman couldn't understand printed on it.

And what this guy said next made him freeze in place.

"Men of the Guards."

"We have a case here, please cooperate with us."

…

Before we knew it, it was late September.

Chu Guang, who had stayed in Weifu City for almost two weeks, embarked on a journey again.

However, this time he did not continue to choose the train, but changed his transportation to the "Viper" transport aircraft produced by Jushi Military Industry.

In addition, he also made adjustments to the destination of the next stop, placing Settlement No. 1 as the last stop of the trip, and instead selected Settlement No. 10, located in the northeast corner of Haiya Province. The first stop of this trip.

As for the reason, on the one hand, they did not want to get involved in the public controversy in Settlement No. 1, but on the other hand, there were other reasons.

Just the day before yesterday, the Guards Regiment received news that the Southern Army was planning to attack him personally.

This is actually normal. Most gamblers in the world are the same. The more they lose, the more they like to take the wrong approach and put their winning chips on some "strange tricks".

Although the Southern Army was far from being pushed to the limit, victory was getting further and further away from them visible to the naked eye.

At this time, there are only a few choices they can make, and assassinating high-level officials is the most profitable option.

And this is not difficult to implement.

Although the alliance unites many people, it also offends many people.

Especially after the "shock therapy" for the eastern provinces was launched, there were more and more predators who were eager to eliminate the alliance.

Although the Confederate Army's strength in the Union homeland was weak, it was not completely absent.

They don't need to do it themselves, they just need to provide funds to some predator groups, and then there will always be those who hate the Alliance to do it to themselves.

According to the intelligence collected by the Guards Corps, an organization called the "Velante Overseas Compatriots Mutual Aid Association" is gradually coming into their sight.

The founder of this organization is Greg, a trader who entered the alliance through the Great Desert Trade Route. He later ran a building materials business in the Dawn City area and attracted a group of tradesmen from the Eastern Legion as members of the mutual aid association.

The Alliance has always supported civil organizations, but has never relaxed supervision within the legal framework.

While investigating this Wilant organization, the Guards discovered something unusual.

Like that guy named Greg.

More than 90% of the profits of the business founded by this land-based merchant from the Eastern Legion in Dawn City came from the sea.

When investigating some specific orders, the foreign trade department discovered that a large number of orders were forged.

A businessman from the Eastern Legion made a large amount of unexplained money in an unfamiliar business field, which almost had the word spy written on his face.

In terms of intelligence work, the survivors of a single main ethnic group do have certain advantages. So far, the alliance has only the "pangolin" nail that has penetrated into the Legion.

However, the Alliance's Guards Corps is not a vegetarian either.

After reporting the news to Chu Guang, the Guards Corps did not alert the enemy.

All signs indicate that this so-called mutual aid meeting is probably just a cover, and there is a bigger fish involved behind Greg's bright line - and this is likely to be related to the intelligence network deployed by the Southern Army within the alliance.

At this time, Chu Guang thought of an idea and transferred a group of people from the Storm Corps to the Death Coast to stand by.

Instead of guarding against thieves for a thousand days, it is better to lure the thieves out and serve them in one pot, so as not to worry about them every day.

It was precisely for this reason that he placed his next stop at Settlement No. 10, which had the smallest population and weakest defense.

Considering the previous "D97 train braking incident", his arrangement would not be too abrupt, nor would it arouse the vigilance of those who covet the sight.

The night before leaving Weifu City, Chu Guang invited Li Jinrong, the leader of the Southern Construction Corps, and a group of senior officials to have a meal. During the dinner, he joked that due to their efforts, this place has become a good place to live. Make people not want to leave after they come.

What Chu Guang didn't expect was that the next day he saw the exact words he said on the outer wall of a landmark building in the center of Weifu City.

"This guy."

Looking at the scrolling subtitles, Chu Guang smiled and shook his head. He rested his head on the seat and prepared to close his eyes and rest for a while.

At this moment, a light blue holographic window jumped out in front of his eyes, followed by Xiao Qi's pleasant voice.

"Master, there is a call from the legion embassy. Do you want me to answer it for you now?"

Chu Guang originally planned to transfer the call to Cheng Yan, but he soon remembered that Benoit had contacted him through diplomatic channels several times before. This time, Benoit had called him directly. He probably had something to do with it. First things first.

Thinking of this, he gave up his original idea and said to Xiao Qi.

"Take it."

"okay!"

Xiaoqi replied enthusiastically, and disappeared into the light blue holographic window. As the progress bar was loaded, Captain Benoit's face quickly appeared on the screen.

Looking at Chu Guang across the camera, Benoit let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank God, it's not easy to meet you, but I can finally contact you."

Seeing his exaggerated appearance, Chu Guang smiled and said.

"There is no difference between you meeting me and meeting Cheng Yan. I basically leave the external affairs of the alliance to him. There are some things that won't change even if you come to me."

Benoit chuckled disapprovingly.

"That's not necessarily the case."

Chu Guang said with a smile.

"It's better not to be so pretentious. My signal here is not good. If you have any problem, just talk about it directly."

Benoit said straight to the point.

"You haven't been in Dawn City recently, have you? It's best to pay attention to your personal safety."

"My personal safety?" Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile, "I didn't expect that my personal safety needs to be reminded by the legion's envoy. Do you have any news here?"

Seeing that Chu Guang was still joking, Benoit couldn't help but have a hint of seriousness in his voice.

"I'm not kidding you. I know you have a lot of bodyguards with you, but the people who are targeting you are not weak. Let's put it this way, they are from the Army Intelligence Bureau of the Southern Army... I don't know if they did it on their own. You still have to hire someone to do it, but they’re already doing it.”

Chu Guang couldn't help but have a look of interest on his eyebrows.

"Is this news from Triumph City?"

Benoit said cryptically.

"That's right. You can think of it as reciprocity from the civil service group, or you can think of it as saying that your death is not in our interests."

Chu Guang could feel that this guy was really worried about him.

Although just a year ago, this old guy still wished that he would die suddenly.

It can be seen that Triumph City's control over the Southern Legion has been weakened to the extreme, to the point where it even needs to let its opponents help it maintain the internal balance of power.

"Death is a bit too early for me," Chu Guang said with a faint smile as he looked at Benoit who looked serious, "But thank you for your news, I will pay attention to it."

Although the information told to him by the civilian group was no longer new to him, the information reflected from the side was very valuable to him.

The Legion is on the verge of falling apart, with only one final trigger left.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Guang looked at Lu Bei, who was sitting opposite him in full armor, and said in a gentle tone.

"It seems that this trip will not make you bored anymore. Even Triumph City is reminding us that the danger is getting closer."

Lu Bei hesitated for a moment and said.

"...Dear Mr. Manager, I still recommend that you be more cautious. It would be better to wait in a safe place until we have settled the trouble before continuing the trip."

He actually wanted to persuade Chu Guang to stay in the shelter, or go to the nearest shelter nearby.

But he also knew that even if he said this, the respected manager would definitely not listen.

As expected, Chu Guang just laughed after hearing his advice.

"How about that?"

"I'm here now. If I don't move any more, my bones will become rusty."

Not long ago, his level had exceeded level 70, and his genetic sequence had reached the eighth stage.

He would tell the restless rats what a foolish decision it was to take advantage of him.