This Game Is Too Realistic

Capturing Condra didn't take much effort.

The Free State guard's aerial vehicle parked directly on the balcony of his flat floor on the 33rd floor and dragged him away from the bed in less than two minutes.

Not even the next door neighbors were alarmed.

That guy didn't dare to take a step out of the Free State. Even if the Alliance didn't trouble him, the survivors of the River Valley Province wouldn't let him go.

Not to mention Lord Sigmar.

After participating in so many conspiracies, the big shot would never let him go. If he wanted to live, he had to be a law-abiding pig.

As for joining the Southern Army, it was just to save his life, and it was also done with the tacit approval of the Firestone Group.

After all, Lord Sigma wants the manager to die in a day or two.

If you can borrow the help of the Southern Army, why not?

The moment he was taken aboard the float vehicle, Condra already understood his fate.

It’s time to kill the pig…

…

Security Bureau detention room.

Mayor Odo went to visit Condra, who was awaiting extradition.

This guy has been at the forefront of public opinion recently.

The Firestone Group attempted to use the media matrix of its subsidiaries to portray Kondra as a peaceful fighter resisting the Alliance, and tried to convince the residents of the Free State that the Free State had to humiliatingly disobey itself due to pressure from the Great Rift Valley. of the law, and handed over this brave man of Willant to the unreasonable League.

At first, Odo doubted whether anyone would believe such nonsense. No matter how much he promoted an arms dealer as a peaceful fighter, it would be an insult to his intelligence. As a result, he found out that the guys who voted for him were stupider than he thought, and he finally felt relieved.

Think about it too.

How else could a pig like myself become the mayor?

Out of the need to show off, he had to spend the longest half hour of his life with this "tragic hero" in the detention room, and showed reluctance when he finally left.

In order to kill the boring time, he cleared his throat and took the initiative to stir up the topic.

"...Mr. Condra, I'm sorry about your case. Due to pressure from all parties, we can only hand you over to the alliance."

"This humiliating moment will be remembered forever by the residents of the Free State..."

Just in the middle of what he said, Condra suddenly laughed out loud.

Otto's expression was a little awkward, but there were no cameras here, so he didn't care. He just shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking.

"Okay, you don't want to hear it...then do you have anything else you want to say? Or do you need me to help you tell someone?"

Looking at the straight-dressed man in front of him, Condra, who was wearing pajamas, grinned.

"I have nothing to say... I dedicated the first half of my life to the legion, and was used by you for the second half of my life. Now I have been drained of the final use value. Anyway, I will die on the road in the end, taking all the secrets I know with me Together, what can I say?”

Otto narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him with interest.

"You knew you were going to die?"

Condra curled her lips in disdain, and the corners of her mouth curved like a sneer.

"Is this something that needs to be guessed? Everyone in this city, me, you, the guards outside, the citizens on the street, and the company's employees... none of them are Sigma's pawns."

Otto's Adam's apple moved.

"so what?"

Of course he knows.

But so what?

The Firestone Group has indeed done a lot of bad things, but what about the order and stability it brings?

At least the residents of the Free State can work a decent job through their own efforts and don't have to compete with scavengers for garbage to eat.

Even the garbage leaking from their mouths feeds a lot of waste.

To be realistic, he didn't think there was anything wrong with being a chess piece.

Seeing Odo's disapproval, Condra chuckled.

"So I'm very aware of my fate and I don't think there's anything unacceptable about it... Look, I'm not even begging you for mercy."

"I'm glad you think so." Otto took a sip of the tea on the table to hide his nervousness.

But his micro-expression did not escape Condra's eyes.

Looking at the slightly trembling index finger, Condra grinned mockingly.

"Then it's too early for you to be happy."

Without waiting for Otto to answer, he continued in a slow voice.

"Look at your predecessor, the last leader of the Free State. Have you heard any news about him? I guess you never cared about it. Come to think of it, who would care about a wild dog that failed?"

"However, I am quite familiar with that guy. You know that I like to collect red wine, and he happens to do the same. We occasionally exchange tastes in this area... But suddenly one day, he disappeared from the world, and just after he quit Not long after that came out of the public eye.”

Listening to him telling those old memories, Odo couldn't help but swallow again.

"So? You must want to ask me that, right?"

Admiring the complex expression on Odo's face, Condra continued speaking happily, as if he was going to say all his words for the next life together.

"I guess you must think that what I say is all nonsense, and you sincerely look down on us lost dogs... But I have to kindly advise you, don't be too happy too early, you will also have that day when it happens to me. It's bound to happen to you sooner or later."

Odo finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted his output.

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"What do you mean by saying this...expect me to save you?"

"Hahahahaha."

Condra suddenly laughed out loud, looked at the nervous Odo mockingly, and then suddenly straightened up, quickly closing the distance between the two.

Thinking that he wanted to do something, such as bite off his own nose, Odo jerked his face back, but saw that the man whose hands and feet were handcuffed did not make any next move, but just died with bloodshot eyes. Stare at him.

"What do I want to do? Do you think I am asking for mercy? Tell you the truth? Or Sigma's handle? I tell you those are not important, I want to plant the seeds of fear in your heart..."

Then what?

Otto waited nervously for the next step, but saw that Condra suddenly returned to his sluggish appearance and sat back on the chair.

The man in pajamas regained his sleepy look, like a lamb that had resigned to his fate.

Otto suddenly felt like he had been tricked, and the difference in status between the two made him feel even more humiliated.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the detention room, and a guard wearing an exoskeleton pushed open the thick iron door.

"Mr. Mayor, the time has come."

Odo stood up hastily, pulled out his chair and walked to the door. When he left, he gave the man named Condra a fierce look.

"Take him away quickly."

The guard nodded.

"We will follow the procedure."

The iron door closed again.

Odo took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions and walked to the cameras waiting outside, showing the public a mayor who endured humiliation.

However, he was out of shape for the entire second half of the event.

Those bloodshot eyes were always lingering in his mind, as if they had really left a mark on him.

Everyone is his pawn...

And the final fate of the chess pieces is roughly the same...

Sitting on the floating car, his heart was beating hard. He stretched out his index finger to turn on the holographic TV in the back seat of the car, trying to divert his attention.

However, the news that appeared on the screen made his heart tighten for a moment.

"...At noon today, the police escort vehicle that handed over Kondra to the alliance was attacked by unknown armed forces about fifty kilometers away from the Free State."

"The identity of the attacker and the motive for the crime are currently unknown. All five guards and detainees in the car died."

…

Condra's death shocked the entire Free State, but compared to the situation in the entire wasteland, it was as light as a feather.

The Union's Minister of Justice expressed concern over this and hoped that the Free State judicial department could assist the Union in finding out the truth.

Of course, the judiciary department of the Free State fully agreed. As for whether it is "hard work without credit" or "just not even bothering to do hard work", it all depends on Lord Sigmar's mood.

As we all know, the Firestone Group is the master of the Free State.

As for the people of the Free State, they are divided into two factions, and they are quarreling over who killed their "Wealant hero".

As for the Valantians themselves, they don’t remember having this hero.

The only person who might have heard of this name, apart from the Weirant people living in the Alliance, was probably the Emperor Saren of the Eastern Empire.

However, he is now busy taking over the "legacy" of the Southern Army, and has no interest in taking care of the remnants of a remnant of the eastward expansion faction.

General Klass's political legacy is only the Falcon Kingdom, and he had already sent a governor to take over that thing.

At the same time, news of the fall of Yongye Port continues to ferment.

It was not only the major survivor forces in the wasteland that were shocked, but the Southern Legion was naturally among them the main sufferer.

Even after many obstacles, the news quickly reached the city of Yavente.

The sudden defeat instantly shattered the illusions of victory among the millions of Velantes in the city, and also added a touch of panic to the grief of those who were still immersed in the grief of losing Marshal Julius.

Only then did they suddenly realize that the battle reports their beloved Tire Army Commander had published in the "Southern Army Victory" were all lies!

Actually, think about it...

They killed more enemies in the newspaper than all the survivors in the Eastern World combined. Where did they find so much cannon fodder in the wasteland for them to kill?

They were not moving from one victory to the next at all, but walking towards the center of the swamp step by step!

At this moment, even the most stubborn Weilant people came to their senses and finally realized that the situation they were facing might be more dangerous than they imagined.

Like most lies.

The only function of lies is to borrow time from the future that is not available now in exchange for promises that may be fulfilled later.

It is precisely because of this that it is destined to be betrayed one day.

The fall of Evernight Harbor was the turning point of all this.

Losing Yongye Port means that the Southern Army has completely lost the key to the eastern world, and the entire Borneo war zone and the nearly one million troops stranded in the war zone will completely lose their logistical supplies!

Even with Mr. House's words, he couldn't explain defeat into victory.

The alliance no longer needs to do anything on the front line of Borneo Province. It can even withdraw the troops there directly, hand over the defense area to the growing Borneo Army, and then attack the homeland of the Southern Army...

If that were the case, the entire Confederate Army would be put in danger.

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They have invested too much chips in Borneo Province, and it is almost impossible to pull out another million-strong army in a short period of time.

Especially after losing the Triumph City and the support of the Eastern Legion and the Western Legion...

Due to the bad news from the front line, the entire city of Avente was in a state of turmoil, and the number of boat and airship tickets to Triumph City had unknowingly doubled.

In addition to ship tickets and airship tickets, the prices of various basic daily necessities are also rising.

On the one hand, it is because there is a real shortage, on the other hand, it is because some people are hoarding it, but more importantly, it is because of pessimism about the dinar itself.

It is a certainty that the New World will issue its own currency. They have long wanted to sweep precious metal currencies that are bulky and difficult to issue in large quantities into the garbage heap of history.

The Eastern Empire and the Northern Empire might have the same plan.

No one is sure whether the dinar, which has had its currency attribute removed, will appreciate or depreciate. There are historical precedents for both directions.

The people in the city of Avente were in panic, and so was the headquarters of the Southern Army.

The familiar long conference table was filled with captains of thousands, and the golden medals were connected together like an indestructible wall.

However, the expressions on the faces were not relaxed, and the blue mouths were tightly closed, and no one spoke.

As if he didn't want to waste any more time in silence, Tier, who was standing at the head of the conference table, rarely asked the chief of general staff to start and spoke slowly.

"I want to hear your opinions."

There was a sound of whispers in front of the conference table, and the soldiers looked at each other, but after discussing for a long time, no idea was reached.

Some people wiped the sweat from their foreheads, some people held their breath and looked around to find something, and some people tried to come up with some ways to save the situation, such as mobilizing another one million reserves, increasing the production of clone ranches, etc... ...However, everyone knows that this is not an option at all.

Leaving aside local wars, a comprehensive war is a confrontation between two systems, and now the forces of both sides are out of balance.

They had failed to kidnap the entire legion or even all the Velantans onto their chariots, and in fact they had lost.

However, no one dared to tell the truth.

Admitting failure often requires more courage than facing death. After all, the latter only loses life, while the former will not only destroy their bodies, but even completely negate the meaning of their existence.

This is something they cannot accept no matter what.

If you can't pull all the people of Wilant onto the chariot, then at least let the "chips" of Avent City fight to the end!

Even if it means selling one's soul——

Almost every officer present had this in mind, including Tyr, who had sold his soul to the devil.

Looking at the "mortals" who were helpless, Tyr slowly sighed.

He seemed to see Saren.

Many Sarens.

Mortal people are always bound by immediate interests and forget about longer-term interests and ideals, as well as the mission of being a Valantian.

That guy could obviously join forces with him to build a world that only belongs to the Weirant people, but he cowardly chose to become a ridiculous emperor.

Same thing with these guys.

No one can come up with an idea that dazzles him, and in the end he has to make his own decisions.

"...I got the genetic source code from Triumph City."

Hearing that majestic voice, the officers sitting in front of the conference table all fell silent, and a pair of surprised eyes turned to him at the same time.

Gene source code.

Of course they knew what it was, but what confused them was that they didn't understand why the commander of the Tire Army mentioned it at this moment.

Even if it is now too late to strengthen the genetic source code of the Vaillant people to produce super soldiers more powerful than the Vaillant people, or to make the clone soldiers that grow eight times faster become ten times faster, besides, their researchers may not be able to compare. Researchers from a century and a half ago did better.

But judging from the expression on the Chief of General Staff's face, he seemed to know something.

The officers exchanged glances, and finally a three-star captain swallowed his saliva and stood up and asked.

"...What's the use of this?"

Tyr did not answer, but clapped his hands.

The door of the conference room opened, and an ordinary-looking man wearing plain glasses walked in from the outside.

Looking at the flat bridge of his nose, the three-star captain frowned slightly.

"Who is this?"

Martin, who walked next to Captain Tierwan, stopped and nodded respectfully.

"My name is Martin. I come from Vault 68 in the desert. I am a biologist."

Hearing the word shelter, a hint of contempt suddenly appeared in the eyes of the three-star captain.

"Shelter people...what are you doing here."

Facing that sharp and arrogant gaze, Martin said with a smile without changing his expression.

"Of course I will save you."

"Save us?" The captain laughed out loud, looking at the guy mockingly, as if he were looking at a clown, "When did we need a blue gopher to save us?"

Martin shrugged helplessly and looked at the commander of the Tire Army.

"Dear Mr. Till, I'm not very good at gossiping. Could you ask your subordinates to be quiet for a while?"

Tier nodded and looked at the three-star captain.

"sit down."

There was an unquestionable majesty in that cold voice.

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So at that moment, the three-star captain suddenly had the illusion that he was being targeted by a wild beast.

A drop of cold sweat slowly appeared on his forehead, and he finally gritted his teeth and sat back in the chair.

"Looks like I can get started."

Looking at the subdued officer, Martin said something in a relaxed and cheerful tone, then took out a holographic computer pen from his pocket and placed it on the conference table.

Light blue light particles floated up from the conference table, condensing into a three-dimensional image in the void.

Looking at the confused eyes, Martin said concisely.

"This may be the first time you have heard of the 'Death Agent' plan, but in fact... we have been preparing for this decisive weapon for a long time."

"If we want to efficiently eliminate all obstructive organisms on the surface of the earth, apart from physical means such as neutron killing, there is no more reliable method than viruses."

"In order to achieve our goals, we have been actively conducting experiments from the beginning of the war, and we have even sent research teams to the front lines of the battlefield."

"It turns out that Borneo is the most suitable testing ground. The survivors there come from the center of the old world, and they have far richer genetic samples than other areas in the wasteland. Thanks to that rich diversity, we The experiment went very smoothly, and now we have basically obtained the complete form of the 'death agent' that is both infectious and destructive..."

"Wait." Before Martin could finish his words, an officer suddenly stood up and interrupted him, "I probably understand what you mean. You plan to use virus weapons to destroy the alliance."

"Yes," Martin smiled and nodded, "As I said, this is the most concise and efficient way."

The officer stared at him and continued to ask.

"But how can you guarantee that this virus will not be effective against the Vaillantians?"

"This is about the genetic source code we just obtained."

Martin reached out and tapped on the holographic screen, and soon the light blue light particles transformed into several DNA spiral patterns.

"We only need to slightly modify the killing agent to make the Vaillant people become carriers of the virus without getting sick. Although I would like to explain the feasibility of this to you academically, I think you have to listen. I don’t understand. You can simply understand that... the more pure the blood of the Wilant people, the less affected they will be by the 'death agent'."

Hearing this, there was an uproar at the conference table, and all the officers looked at each other, exchanging glances with different expressions.

Some of them were surprised, some were excited, and some were apprehensive.

Soon another officer stood up and asked, swallowing his saliva.

"Is this...reliable?"

Martin nodded slightly.

"I can vouch for you with my life."

"I still have a question," the officer who had stood up to question him before was still staring at him and said every word, "You are not from Weiland, are you... What is the use of studying this virus for you? What are the benefits? In other words, what is your motivation for doing this?"

Martin smiled and said.

"I have explained this to the commander of the Tire Army many times, but since you are curious, I will repeat it again."

After a pause, he continued with a hint of disgust.

"The good thing for me is that I can get rid of some troublesome cockroaches. The reason why the world has become like this is because those ugly things keep multiplying and spreading their dirty ideas and blood... ...This is the root of the Wasteland Era. If you are willing to slaughter those imbecile mutants, of course I support you."

"As for myself, you don't have to worry. Since I can make this virus, I can find a way to make a vaccine."

"At worst, I'll transform myself into a Wilant."

The Vaillant Man Project itself is an intermediate product of the Gestalt Life Project, and it doesn't matter even if the Vaalant Man gets the world.

At least it didn't matter to him.

In fact, let alone the Vaillants, he would be able to accept even if mutants conquered the world.

They are all intermediate products of the Gestalt Life Plan.

As long as the Gestalt Life Plan is completed and the original ones are overwritten with more advanced life forms, human civilization will be able to complete its final "dimension ascension."

Of course, these things are not important to the ants here, and these big noses don't need to know at all.

Including the commander of the Tire Army.

Although these guys are genetically advanced enough, their vision has not kept up. With their vision, they can see that they can conquer the world, but they have not yet risen to the level of civilization.

For example, right now, these guys are still angry about his words, "In the worst case, I'll transform myself into a Valantian".

But they were only angry.

As long as the commander of the Tire Army is "reasonable", his plan can continue to be implemented.

And the development of the matter was as he expected. Tier only thought about it for two seconds before asking a real question.

"When will this decisive weapon be put to use? The alliance's biological research institute is very powerful. Is it possible that they can also develop a vaccine that is immune to the virus?"

"After getting the gene source code, I can complete the last brick of this building in a month at most," Martin said with a pleasant smile on his face, and after a pause, he continued, "As for the second question you are worried about , I can tell you responsibly."

"When I designed the death agent, I used biological technology unique to Vault 68, which is not in their technical reserve."

"Unless they can find the researchers from Vault 68, they won't be able to find a solution no matter how hard they try."

Not even just Vault 68, but also the technology left behind by the Torch Church brought by Celestial beings!

Even the academy cannot crack it!

The officer standing in front of the conference table stared at him intently.

"And what if they find it?"

Martin chuckled sarcastically.

"turn up?"

"My home has been destroyed by those stupid wastelanders!"