At 8 o'clock in the evening.
Yongyegang has completely integrated into the darkness, leaving only the colorful lights floating above and below the water.
A hint of sorrow rose between Yarman's eyebrows, and he sighed softly.
It's getting more and more uneasy here lately.
Gang fights, addicted products, power-for-money transactions... Good people are either forced to become bad people or die in depression, whether they are Willant or aliens.
He has been here for less than a week and can see bad things or hear bad news almost every day.
However, when he opened the newspaper, all he could see was the proud Willant, striding from one victory to the next, but he did not mention a single word about the problems that the Willant was facing.
News and reality are like two parallel lines that do not intersect. The more you see, the more you can feel the separation.
Sometimes he couldn't help but think that it would be great if the Marshal could order the management of this bad settlement. However, the reality is that the respected Marshal might not know that there is a place like Yongyegang under his feet.
And, where should I start to manage it?
This is probably an unsolvable problem.
Realizing the worries in her husband's heart, Margaret in her pajamas walked up to him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave a soft kiss on his cheek, comforting her softly.
This is true in the whole world, let alone here?Don’t worry too much for us, we will take good care of ourselves...and so do you, take good care of ourselves outside.
Looking at those eyes, Yarman was silent for a moment and said the thought in his heart.
...I want to take you out of here.
Margaret also stared at him in a very light voice.
Then where to go?
Yarman took a deep breath.
I used to want to go to Golden Gallon Port, but later I found that French Fries Port is also good, and there is also a No. 1 settlement... In fact, there are quite a lot of places to go.
He paused, and he said again.
The transactions I am doing now are actually no longer dependent on the colonies of the Legion... The market here is very large, but the risks are not small, and there are better choices in comparison.Moreover, I want to be closer to you so that something unexpected happens, but I can't come back in time.
After hearing her husband's concerns, Margaret nodded, but a faint feeling of sorrow still emerged between her eyebrows.
But...we are fighting the alliance, is it really okay to go there?
With his hands on his wife's shoulders, Yarman gave her a sure look.
There are also many Willant people living there, and... from my experience with those shelter residents, they will treat us equally.
He remembered a shelter resident who had once lived on his boat told him that when jackals came, there were shotguns, and when friends came, there were fine wine.
Their enemies are not those with a taller nose than others, but those who want to ride on other people’s necks to shit and pee.
Even if that guy has the same nose as theirs, don't even think about it.
Margaret was still hesitant. Although she believed in her husband, she was not only concerned about herself.
This is not the first time they moved, but they were colonies directly or indirectly controlled by the Legion.
She had never thought about completely leaving the territory controlled by the Willant people.
Then…what about Ruby?She has just met new friends for a while.
Yarman fell into silence.
His wife mentioned exactly what he was most worried about.
Ruby is even younger.
He could not let her wander around like a sailor like himself.
Sharply conscious of the hesitation in her husband's eyes, Margaret took care of his collar.
You want me to talk to her, but I think…she might want her dad to talk to him about this issue more personally.She is no longer a child who doesn't know anything, but a member of this family... If you are willing to talk to her, I think she will be very happy.
You are right, I should talk to her myself, about my concerns, my thoughts...and her thoughts.
After listening to his wife's words, Yarman felt that his mood had dissipated a lot, and a smile stretched out on his frown face.
And...thank you.
Margaret smiled as she looked at her husband's shy look.
When did you become so polite to me?
I said a long time ago that no matter where you go, I will be with you.
A good night kiss was left on his lips, and she turned around and left the study room and gently brought it to the door.
Looking at the figure leaving Pian Ran, Yarman suddenly felt that the heart, which was like an old clock, was burning again.
He smiled and shook his head, trying to get a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, but he remembered that he would talk to his daughter for a while, so he took out the tea bag of black tea again.
Yong Nightang is no longer peaceful, but at least the moonlight tonight is as quiet as water.
He put a piece of candy into the steaming teacup and pressed the radio button.
This is not a decision that can be made casually.
He needs to calm down and think about it...
However, at this moment, the sound from the radio made him stunned on the spot.
Good evening, residents of Yong Nightang.
I am Kant, an operator in the Garrison Intelligence Division, and served in the 300,000th Man team, a little man who is as unknown as you.
However, it is not exactly the same.
Yarman subconsciously stopped his index finger next to the teacup. The astonishment on his face gradually turned into contemplation, and then was replaced by a look of interest.
An unusual light spot seemed to appear on the sea level covered by the dark night.
The spark of hope is looming.
He plans to take a look again.
Or listen to what this friend named Kant intends to say.
Not only did he stop his hand, but the people in the port area tavern also put down their glasses and stopped the whispering conversation.
Tonight's Eternal Nightport radio seems to be different from usual.
However, it is precisely because of this that people cast curious eyes towards the radio that was placed on the bar, wanting to hear what the guy named Kant was different from them.
Including Kuruan, who was sitting on the bar, the lame customs staff.
It's different from everyone sitting here.
The pupils reflected in the wine glass were written with a faint turbidity.
...The difference between us is that between faith and bread, I chose faith.
……
The studio of the radio station.
Willoughby Wanfu, who was sitting on the chair, slowly woke up from his coma.
He had a very long dream.
And it's not just long.
Everything that dreamy was so beautiful that he wanted to keep sleeping, preferably never wake up.
You woke up?
Hearing the faint sound, Willoughby shuddered all over and woke up as if he was poured on a basin of cold water on his head.
He subconsciously glanced around and saw that the room was empty, with only a beam of light coming from the front.
There seemed to be a chair under the light source, and there was a person sitting on it.
It's like an interrogation room.
However, it is not exactly the same.
With his eyes empty, he avoided the dazzling white light. He tried to move his hands and feet, and found that his arms and ankles were tied firmly to the chair and could not move.
Willoughby swallowed and recognized the reality, finally gave up struggling and whispered in a low voice.
...Where is this?
The man sitting directly in front of him did not hide it and answered his question frankly.
This is somewhere in Yong Night Harbor.
When Willoughby was still in Yong Night Port, he felt relieved in his heart.
As long as you are still in Yong Night Harbor.
After all, it was a big deal that the Captain Wan was missing, and someone would soon find his disappearance, and then the garrison would go crazy with him... including the governor who was turned away during the day.
That idiot should regret it very much now, and he didn't meet him at that time.
Willoughby felt relieved in her heart.
However, soon he thought of his situation again and couldn't be happy in an instant.
...Are you Kant?
Kant nodded calmly.
Yes.
After receiving a positive answer, Willoughby raised some courage in his heart, and his originally weak eyes also became sharp.
Kant... Are you crazy?Do you know what you are doing?
I know, Kant nodded and said as if he was a little extravagant, I kidnapped the chief commander of the garrison, Captain Willoughby, Wanfu.
Willoughby frowned slightly.
For some reason, the way and tone of the guy in front of him made him feel a little wrong.
However, at this critical moment, what he cared more about was obviously not the pretentiousness of a small person.
...What the hell do you want to do?money?Or something else?
At this moment, he was extremely hopeful to hear the word money from the mouth opposite him.
Because that thing is the easiest problem for him and it is also the one he lacks the least.
Unfortunately, Kant, who was sitting in front of him, did not do as he wished, and spit out the word he had unexpectedly expected from his mouth.
the truth.
……the truth?
That's right, all I want is this. Looking at the surprised captain Willoughby Wanfu, Kant asked in an uncompromising tone, why was the "Hornet" plan cancelled and told me the reason.
Why...why is there? Willowbi's sweat was on his forehead and stared at this guy who was not open in anger. He asked less about your business. It would be no good for you to know too much!
Kant listened to his roar quietly, without interrupting a word. He stopped panting and then took out an alarm clock from his arms and placed it quietly on the ground.
Looking at the countdown on the LCD screen, Willoughby's pupils shrank a little.
……This is?
bomb.Looking at the gradually pale face, Kant smiled faintly and continued in a very light voice, "Is there any benefit? I will judge myself. You only need to answer my questions. While there is still time, understand?"
Willoughby's eyes turned into copper bells, looking at the subordinate in front of him who threatened his own bomb with a bomb.
This guy is a lunatic!
Looking at the indifferent expression, he swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice.
Because... the pressure above, I also have my own difficulties.Listen, although I am the commander of ten thousand men, the garrison is not the army, and I am not in charge of more people than Yahui's grandson.
Kant frowned.
Whose pressure?Governor Yahui?
Willoughby shook her head.
I can't say it, if I dare to say it... I'll be done.
Kant shrugged his shoulders gently, dimming the light source behind him a little, revealing his indifferent face.
...It doesn't matter, you still have nine minutes, so it's okay to waste some time thinking, just answer the following questions quickly.
He had already bet on this trial, and he no longer cared about anything other than the truth.
Looking at the indifferent face, Willoughby's expression gradually became distorted, and then gradually became crazy in the struggle.
Eight minutes!
The countdown seconds ticks were like the only remaining heartbeat of his heart!
Finally unable to withstand the pressure of death, he opened his mouth in compromise and let out a hysterical roar.
It's the General Affairs Department!General Affairs Department of the War Zone of Bharat Province!You are satisfied!
Kant answered in a very light voice.
Not enough, this answer is too broad, I need you to go to which person.
This crazy man!
The rope was trapped in the clothes, Willoughby's long eyes were covered in blood.
In order to survive, he made a complete sacrifice.
Minister Dickens... was contacted by his secretary, and he stood in my office and asked us to stop investigating!
Kant lit a cigarette for himself, glanced at the timer on the ground, and asked slowly.There must be a reason, right?
Willoughby, who had already made the best efforts, let go a lot and sneered.
reason?Do you think they will say that kind of thing...but you can guess it too.
Kant: Snake oil?
Willoughby curled his lips and looked at him like an idiot.
Otherwise, what else can it be?The ‘Sharun’, which treats post-war trauma symptoms, is the raw material for making ‘snake oil’, and the effective ingredients of both come from snake grass.We can't tell the veterans that the tranquilizer we gave them was mixed with hallucinogens. Their dreams they had every night were not because of the Southern Legion Victory News, but because they took medicine prescribed by the logistics department.
Kant clenched his fist, suddenly let go of it, looking at him with a sad face.
Why?
Why, why do you come from so much?... What's the use if you know?
After glanced at the countdown, Willoughby asked impatiently.
However, Kant, who was sitting in front of him, seemed to have not heard it and still said to himself.
Our soldiers fought for the honor and living space of the Willant people, and you... you would rather prescribe a bunch of medicines for them to cure any disease, and use the bliss created by chemicals to paralyze their pain, so that they can rot in the corners we cannot see, but they are unwilling to face up to the problems they are facing.
While speaking, Kant stood up from the chair, staring angrily at Long Willowbie who was tied to the chair, and reached out to grab his collar.
You borers!Scum!Have you ever regarded them...who are your fellow citizens!
Willoughby stared at him tightly, without a trace of fear in his eyes.
What nonsense are you talking about? Can I still be an alien if I am not a Willant?This is the decision of the General Affairs Department!And this is the most economical approach. At least we prescribe medicine for them for free. If they don’t want to take it, they can sell it in exchange!
Then the villains in Heishui Lane bought them back and made them into more powerful ruthless goods, which harmed more people... right?
Kant sneered.
He said word by word as he looked at Willoughby, who was staring at his eyes like a goldfish.
And you can make a fortune from all the taxes paid by the Willant people.
There is never anything free in this world, at most it is just to hide the hand that pays the bill.
The taxes contributed by the Willant people should have been to make the Willant people live a better life, rather than squandering in inexplicable places for someone’s ambitions.
For example, launching a stupid and inexplicable war, and then using countless lies to fill the holes full of holes.
Snake oil is nothing more than pus floating on the surface, and there is a more stubborn sepsis underneath.
As long as these insects are still there, the Willant people will never be able to realize that distant dream.
Willoughby smirked and looked at Kant with an idiot-looking look.
Haha, I don't deny it, but this is just your speculation.You have no evidence, neither do I, and even if you have it, it won't change anything.Why, because the Legion is just like this, can you expect the chicken to lay duck eggs?
...If you want to ask, ask quickly. Just kidnap your boss for such a question knowingly. It's so boring.
Looking at the countdown of the last three minutes left on the LCD screen, his expression became panicked again.
He isn't really not afraid of death.
I said so much to survive.
With a little disappointment in his eyes, Kant let go of his collar, took two steps back, and returned to his chair.
If you answer the last question, I will let you go.
He paused, and he continued softly.
...What did you dream about in that dream just now?
Hearing this unexpected question, Willoughby was stunned for a moment, thinking that the guy in front of him was joking.
However, there was not much time left, and he didn't care whether Kant was joking or not, so he could only whine the bullet and say the unspeakable dream.
...I treated it as the commander of the legion.
Then what?
Then?Willoughby was stunned for a moment and said in confusion, "That adult has appointed me as the governor of a thousand worlds, and then there is no more... Is there any problem?"
If possible, he hoped that dream could be done longer and let him see the continuation of that dream.
It was a great era.
After billions of sacrifices, the boundaries of the Legion finally expanded to the edge of the Milky Way.
Kant pity gave him a last look.
Nothing... I've asked what I'm going to ask, let's loosen it.
Taran, who stood behind Willoughby, took out a dagger and cut off the rope tied to the chair.
Willoughby was startled.
He didn't even notice that there was a third person standing in the room.
Of course, there are many things he doesn't know, such as the studio is running live.
His intense and intense speech took off all the underwear of the entire Southern Legion.
Now most of the people of Wirant in the settlement know what the ingredients of Sharon are and what snake oil is.
Not only that, there is also the filth behind the General Affairs Department and the Minister Dickens involved.
As for what the Wasp plan is, and the enlightenment meeting that was not mentioned in this interrogation... these trivial details are no longer so important at this moment.
The complex information will only make people forget the key points of the problem and lose focus on the real contradiction.
Kant had only one purpose from beginning to end.
That was to try to wake up his compatriots who were still pretending to be asleep.
The problems of the Willant people must be faced and solved by the Willant people themselves.
It was not about the Alliance and the Enlightenment, nor about the Bharats they were fighting against.
However, he is just an intelligence operator and all he can do is this.
Just let him go?Carrying Willoughby's collar, Taran asked as he looked at Kant.
He suddenly admired this guy a little.
He played this game for two years and learned how to talk about people, but he had never had such in-depth interactions with any NPC and even became friends.
Although they only met for a few days.
...Let him go, he is just a pity worm who keeps silent about the truth, not a traitor or evil guy.What's more, the survivors of Yongyao Harbor have seen the faces of these guys clearly. As for how to choose later, that's after dawn, and what we can do has been done tonight.
Kant's voice was filled with a hint of fatigue, but there was also a sense of relief.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Taran and said.
By the way, don't drive people out directly. Put them in front of you, let the guards outside give you a car full of gas, and then drive all the way north and into the desert... Just throw him outside the settlement, and you can do whatever comes next.
Whether this guy is really the leader of the alliance or just a not-so-smart fool, this guy has done a lot of good things for the Willant people.
He didn't have to die with him.
Taran frowned.
What about you?
Kant made a joke.
My mission is over, and the planet named after me is still waiting for me to take office.
Taran was stunned when he heard this, then laughed out loud.
You guy is so interesting.
Kant smiled.
Haha, is this your comment on me?By the way, you said that you sucked that thing too... To be honest, what did you see?A prosperous era for people of noble blood?You can deceive others, and the people in your shelter talk about the blood of ghosts.
Taran was silent for a moment and answered truthfully.
In an equal world, people have achieved true equality. There are no guys who have been thinking about how to ride on others' heads all day long, nor have endless intrigues. My compatriots and I live a wealthy life. Although we are still far from utopia, I am quite satisfied.
A faint envy appeared in Kant's eyes and he sighed softly.
Is that... It's so good.
Have you talked enough?Just as the two were talking, Willoughby stared at the countdown timer, trying to break free from Taran's hand.
Looking at the Willoughby Wanfu who was twisting like an earthworm, Taran laughed and threw him directly outside the door.
Get out.
After not standing firmly, Willoughby staggered, rolled and crawled up from the ground, rushed towards the stairs as if he was dead, and did not dare to stay here for an extra second.
Kant looked at Taran in surprise and asked with a strange look.
...You just let him run away?
Otherwise?What's the use of keeping him?Taran shrugged and grinned, "Besides, escaping is not my style, so we five-star good citizens like us prefer to break through the siege."
Kant did not understand what the five-star good citizen meant, and Taran did not intend to explain it to him.
At the same time, Willoughby, who had fled in panic, had already run downstairs. At this time, a timer was thrown in front of him, and he was so scared that he fell to the ground in screaming.
bomb!Get down quickly!
Everyone around was shocked by this sentence.
However, at this moment, the inappropriate alarm ring suddenly rang.
jingle!
The harsh voice made everyone present stand in a daze, including Willoughby, who was lying on the ground in a hurry.
His face gradually turned into a pig's liver color, and he got up from the ground in anger and patted his dusty clothes and pants.
That madman tricked him!
Thinking of his embarrassing reaction, Willoughby was furious and furious. He grabbed the collar of the young man next to him and shouted at him.
What are you waiting for!Watch the fun?He rushed in and killed the two bandits!
The young man's face was tense, and he looked at Willoughby's Wanfu, who was flying with strange eyes.
Not only him, but everyone around him is like this... except for the furious Governor Yahui.
Looking at Willoughby yelling, Yahui walked up to him and slapped him in the head.
You stupid pig, do you know what you said?
Willoughby was stunned for a moment.
What... say whatever...
Yahui grabbed his collar hard.
Look carefully where you are!This is a radio station!Not only the people here, but now the people in the entire settlement smell your fart!
Willoughby's face turned pale, like a wall that had just been painted with gray.
His lips were trembling like a dumb.
The studio's sound insulation was too strong, so he didn't hear the radio outside at all, and it was even more impossible for him to hear the radio sent from the radio station.
He thought Kant had a great recording on his body, but he didn't expect that the other party would just tell him the live...
Looking at the waste, Yahui threw away his collar in anger and shouted at the guard captains present.
Are you watching the show?I rushed in and killed the person inside!
Several guard captains looked at each other, all of them looking hesitant.
Seeing that no one moved, Yahui's nose was crooked and his trembling index finger stretched out.
At this moment, five Greyhound reconnaissance vehicles drove over with a beast-infantry chariot.
Looking at the thick and long gun barrels and the group of soldiers armed to their teeth, Yahui was delighted.
Reinforcements have arrived!
The team was led by a centurion, wearing a rhino exoskeleton and carrying a light machine gun with a chain of bullets on his shoulder.
He walked to Governor Yahui, saluted cleanly and said coldly.
I heard that someone intends to rebel.
Yahui nodded quickly and then pointed to the radio station directly in front of him.
That's where!A traitor and a spy occupied our radio station!
Just two people?
The centurion raised his eyebrows and looked around at the group of guards holding submachine guns, with a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.
Although these guys don’t have to go to the front line, there is still enough waste if you can’t even catch a building with only two people.
Without saying a word, he waved his hand and pressed over with more than a dozen soldiers wearing bulletproof armor.
At the same time, on the other side, Taran, who was guarding the building, had an excitement in his eyes.
Good guy...the chariots are all driven out!
Now I finally saved up enough five stars!
Yongyegang has completely integrated into the darkness, leaving only the colorful lights floating above and below the water.
A hint of sorrow rose between Yarman's eyebrows, and he sighed softly.
It's getting more and more uneasy here lately.
Gang fights, addicted products, power-for-money transactions... Good people are either forced to become bad people or die in depression, whether they are Willant or aliens.
He has been here for less than a week and can see bad things or hear bad news almost every day.
However, when he opened the newspaper, all he could see was the proud Willant, striding from one victory to the next, but he did not mention a single word about the problems that the Willant was facing.
News and reality are like two parallel lines that do not intersect. The more you see, the more you can feel the separation.
Sometimes he couldn't help but think that it would be great if the Marshal could order the management of this bad settlement. However, the reality is that the respected Marshal might not know that there is a place like Yongyegang under his feet.
And, where should I start to manage it?
This is probably an unsolvable problem.
Realizing the worries in her husband's heart, Margaret in her pajamas walked up to him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave a soft kiss on his cheek, comforting her softly.
This is true in the whole world, let alone here?Don’t worry too much for us, we will take good care of ourselves...and so do you, take good care of ourselves outside.
Looking at those eyes, Yarman was silent for a moment and said the thought in his heart.
...I want to take you out of here.
Margaret also stared at him in a very light voice.
Then where to go?
Yarman took a deep breath.
I used to want to go to Golden Gallon Port, but later I found that French Fries Port is also good, and there is also a No. 1 settlement... In fact, there are quite a lot of places to go.
He paused, and he said again.
The transactions I am doing now are actually no longer dependent on the colonies of the Legion... The market here is very large, but the risks are not small, and there are better choices in comparison.Moreover, I want to be closer to you so that something unexpected happens, but I can't come back in time.
After hearing her husband's concerns, Margaret nodded, but a faint feeling of sorrow still emerged between her eyebrows.
But...we are fighting the alliance, is it really okay to go there?
With his hands on his wife's shoulders, Yarman gave her a sure look.
There are also many Willant people living there, and... from my experience with those shelter residents, they will treat us equally.
He remembered a shelter resident who had once lived on his boat told him that when jackals came, there were shotguns, and when friends came, there were fine wine.
Their enemies are not those with a taller nose than others, but those who want to ride on other people’s necks to shit and pee.
Even if that guy has the same nose as theirs, don't even think about it.
Margaret was still hesitant. Although she believed in her husband, she was not only concerned about herself.
This is not the first time they moved, but they were colonies directly or indirectly controlled by the Legion.
She had never thought about completely leaving the territory controlled by the Willant people.
Then…what about Ruby?She has just met new friends for a while.
Yarman fell into silence.
His wife mentioned exactly what he was most worried about.
Ruby is even younger.
He could not let her wander around like a sailor like himself.
Sharply conscious of the hesitation in her husband's eyes, Margaret took care of his collar.
You want me to talk to her, but I think…she might want her dad to talk to him about this issue more personally.She is no longer a child who doesn't know anything, but a member of this family... If you are willing to talk to her, I think she will be very happy.
You are right, I should talk to her myself, about my concerns, my thoughts...and her thoughts.
After listening to his wife's words, Yarman felt that his mood had dissipated a lot, and a smile stretched out on his frown face.
And...thank you.
Margaret smiled as she looked at her husband's shy look.
When did you become so polite to me?
I said a long time ago that no matter where you go, I will be with you.
A good night kiss was left on his lips, and she turned around and left the study room and gently brought it to the door.
Looking at the figure leaving Pian Ran, Yarman suddenly felt that the heart, which was like an old clock, was burning again.
He smiled and shook his head, trying to get a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, but he remembered that he would talk to his daughter for a while, so he took out the tea bag of black tea again.
Yong Nightang is no longer peaceful, but at least the moonlight tonight is as quiet as water.
He put a piece of candy into the steaming teacup and pressed the radio button.
This is not a decision that can be made casually.
He needs to calm down and think about it...
However, at this moment, the sound from the radio made him stunned on the spot.
Good evening, residents of Yong Nightang.
I am Kant, an operator in the Garrison Intelligence Division, and served in the 300,000th Man team, a little man who is as unknown as you.
However, it is not exactly the same.
Yarman subconsciously stopped his index finger next to the teacup. The astonishment on his face gradually turned into contemplation, and then was replaced by a look of interest.
An unusual light spot seemed to appear on the sea level covered by the dark night.
The spark of hope is looming.
He plans to take a look again.
Or listen to what this friend named Kant intends to say.
Not only did he stop his hand, but the people in the port area tavern also put down their glasses and stopped the whispering conversation.
Tonight's Eternal Nightport radio seems to be different from usual.
However, it is precisely because of this that people cast curious eyes towards the radio that was placed on the bar, wanting to hear what the guy named Kant was different from them.
Including Kuruan, who was sitting on the bar, the lame customs staff.
It's different from everyone sitting here.
The pupils reflected in the wine glass were written with a faint turbidity.
...The difference between us is that between faith and bread, I chose faith.
……
The studio of the radio station.
Willoughby Wanfu, who was sitting on the chair, slowly woke up from his coma.
He had a very long dream.
And it's not just long.
Everything that dreamy was so beautiful that he wanted to keep sleeping, preferably never wake up.
You woke up?
Hearing the faint sound, Willoughby shuddered all over and woke up as if he was poured on a basin of cold water on his head.
He subconsciously glanced around and saw that the room was empty, with only a beam of light coming from the front.
There seemed to be a chair under the light source, and there was a person sitting on it.
It's like an interrogation room.
However, it is not exactly the same.
With his eyes empty, he avoided the dazzling white light. He tried to move his hands and feet, and found that his arms and ankles were tied firmly to the chair and could not move.
Willoughby swallowed and recognized the reality, finally gave up struggling and whispered in a low voice.
...Where is this?
The man sitting directly in front of him did not hide it and answered his question frankly.
This is somewhere in Yong Night Harbor.
When Willoughby was still in Yong Night Port, he felt relieved in his heart.
As long as you are still in Yong Night Harbor.
After all, it was a big deal that the Captain Wan was missing, and someone would soon find his disappearance, and then the garrison would go crazy with him... including the governor who was turned away during the day.
That idiot should regret it very much now, and he didn't meet him at that time.
Willoughby felt relieved in her heart.
However, soon he thought of his situation again and couldn't be happy in an instant.
...Are you Kant?
Kant nodded calmly.
Yes.
After receiving a positive answer, Willoughby raised some courage in his heart, and his originally weak eyes also became sharp.
Kant... Are you crazy?Do you know what you are doing?
I know, Kant nodded and said as if he was a little extravagant, I kidnapped the chief commander of the garrison, Captain Willoughby, Wanfu.
Willoughby frowned slightly.
For some reason, the way and tone of the guy in front of him made him feel a little wrong.
However, at this critical moment, what he cared more about was obviously not the pretentiousness of a small person.
...What the hell do you want to do?money?Or something else?
At this moment, he was extremely hopeful to hear the word money from the mouth opposite him.
Because that thing is the easiest problem for him and it is also the one he lacks the least.
Unfortunately, Kant, who was sitting in front of him, did not do as he wished, and spit out the word he had unexpectedly expected from his mouth.
the truth.
……the truth?
That's right, all I want is this. Looking at the surprised captain Willoughby Wanfu, Kant asked in an uncompromising tone, why was the "Hornet" plan cancelled and told me the reason.
Why...why is there? Willowbi's sweat was on his forehead and stared at this guy who was not open in anger. He asked less about your business. It would be no good for you to know too much!
Kant listened to his roar quietly, without interrupting a word. He stopped panting and then took out an alarm clock from his arms and placed it quietly on the ground.
Looking at the countdown on the LCD screen, Willoughby's pupils shrank a little.
……This is?
bomb.Looking at the gradually pale face, Kant smiled faintly and continued in a very light voice, "Is there any benefit? I will judge myself. You only need to answer my questions. While there is still time, understand?"
Willoughby's eyes turned into copper bells, looking at the subordinate in front of him who threatened his own bomb with a bomb.
This guy is a lunatic!
Looking at the indifferent expression, he swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice.
Because... the pressure above, I also have my own difficulties.Listen, although I am the commander of ten thousand men, the garrison is not the army, and I am not in charge of more people than Yahui's grandson.
Kant frowned.
Whose pressure?Governor Yahui?
Willoughby shook her head.
I can't say it, if I dare to say it... I'll be done.
Kant shrugged his shoulders gently, dimming the light source behind him a little, revealing his indifferent face.
...It doesn't matter, you still have nine minutes, so it's okay to waste some time thinking, just answer the following questions quickly.
He had already bet on this trial, and he no longer cared about anything other than the truth.
Looking at the indifferent face, Willoughby's expression gradually became distorted, and then gradually became crazy in the struggle.
Eight minutes!
The countdown seconds ticks were like the only remaining heartbeat of his heart!
Finally unable to withstand the pressure of death, he opened his mouth in compromise and let out a hysterical roar.
It's the General Affairs Department!General Affairs Department of the War Zone of Bharat Province!You are satisfied!
Kant answered in a very light voice.
Not enough, this answer is too broad, I need you to go to which person.
This crazy man!
The rope was trapped in the clothes, Willoughby's long eyes were covered in blood.
In order to survive, he made a complete sacrifice.
Minister Dickens... was contacted by his secretary, and he stood in my office and asked us to stop investigating!
Kant lit a cigarette for himself, glanced at the timer on the ground, and asked slowly.There must be a reason, right?
Willoughby, who had already made the best efforts, let go a lot and sneered.
reason?Do you think they will say that kind of thing...but you can guess it too.
Kant: Snake oil?
Willoughby curled his lips and looked at him like an idiot.
Otherwise, what else can it be?The ‘Sharun’, which treats post-war trauma symptoms, is the raw material for making ‘snake oil’, and the effective ingredients of both come from snake grass.We can't tell the veterans that the tranquilizer we gave them was mixed with hallucinogens. Their dreams they had every night were not because of the Southern Legion Victory News, but because they took medicine prescribed by the logistics department.
Kant clenched his fist, suddenly let go of it, looking at him with a sad face.
Why?
Why, why do you come from so much?... What's the use if you know?
After glanced at the countdown, Willoughby asked impatiently.
However, Kant, who was sitting in front of him, seemed to have not heard it and still said to himself.
Our soldiers fought for the honor and living space of the Willant people, and you... you would rather prescribe a bunch of medicines for them to cure any disease, and use the bliss created by chemicals to paralyze their pain, so that they can rot in the corners we cannot see, but they are unwilling to face up to the problems they are facing.
While speaking, Kant stood up from the chair, staring angrily at Long Willowbie who was tied to the chair, and reached out to grab his collar.
You borers!Scum!Have you ever regarded them...who are your fellow citizens!
Willoughby stared at him tightly, without a trace of fear in his eyes.
What nonsense are you talking about? Can I still be an alien if I am not a Willant?This is the decision of the General Affairs Department!And this is the most economical approach. At least we prescribe medicine for them for free. If they don’t want to take it, they can sell it in exchange!
Then the villains in Heishui Lane bought them back and made them into more powerful ruthless goods, which harmed more people... right?
Kant sneered.
He said word by word as he looked at Willoughby, who was staring at his eyes like a goldfish.
And you can make a fortune from all the taxes paid by the Willant people.
There is never anything free in this world, at most it is just to hide the hand that pays the bill.
The taxes contributed by the Willant people should have been to make the Willant people live a better life, rather than squandering in inexplicable places for someone’s ambitions.
For example, launching a stupid and inexplicable war, and then using countless lies to fill the holes full of holes.
Snake oil is nothing more than pus floating on the surface, and there is a more stubborn sepsis underneath.
As long as these insects are still there, the Willant people will never be able to realize that distant dream.
Willoughby smirked and looked at Kant with an idiot-looking look.
Haha, I don't deny it, but this is just your speculation.You have no evidence, neither do I, and even if you have it, it won't change anything.Why, because the Legion is just like this, can you expect the chicken to lay duck eggs?
...If you want to ask, ask quickly. Just kidnap your boss for such a question knowingly. It's so boring.
Looking at the countdown of the last three minutes left on the LCD screen, his expression became panicked again.
He isn't really not afraid of death.
I said so much to survive.
With a little disappointment in his eyes, Kant let go of his collar, took two steps back, and returned to his chair.
If you answer the last question, I will let you go.
He paused, and he continued softly.
...What did you dream about in that dream just now?
Hearing this unexpected question, Willoughby was stunned for a moment, thinking that the guy in front of him was joking.
However, there was not much time left, and he didn't care whether Kant was joking or not, so he could only whine the bullet and say the unspeakable dream.
...I treated it as the commander of the legion.
Then what?
Then?Willoughby was stunned for a moment and said in confusion, "That adult has appointed me as the governor of a thousand worlds, and then there is no more... Is there any problem?"
If possible, he hoped that dream could be done longer and let him see the continuation of that dream.
It was a great era.
After billions of sacrifices, the boundaries of the Legion finally expanded to the edge of the Milky Way.
Kant pity gave him a last look.
Nothing... I've asked what I'm going to ask, let's loosen it.
Taran, who stood behind Willoughby, took out a dagger and cut off the rope tied to the chair.
Willoughby was startled.
He didn't even notice that there was a third person standing in the room.
Of course, there are many things he doesn't know, such as the studio is running live.
His intense and intense speech took off all the underwear of the entire Southern Legion.
Now most of the people of Wirant in the settlement know what the ingredients of Sharon are and what snake oil is.
Not only that, there is also the filth behind the General Affairs Department and the Minister Dickens involved.
As for what the Wasp plan is, and the enlightenment meeting that was not mentioned in this interrogation... these trivial details are no longer so important at this moment.
The complex information will only make people forget the key points of the problem and lose focus on the real contradiction.
Kant had only one purpose from beginning to end.
That was to try to wake up his compatriots who were still pretending to be asleep.
The problems of the Willant people must be faced and solved by the Willant people themselves.
It was not about the Alliance and the Enlightenment, nor about the Bharats they were fighting against.
However, he is just an intelligence operator and all he can do is this.
Just let him go?Carrying Willoughby's collar, Taran asked as he looked at Kant.
He suddenly admired this guy a little.
He played this game for two years and learned how to talk about people, but he had never had such in-depth interactions with any NPC and even became friends.
Although they only met for a few days.
...Let him go, he is just a pity worm who keeps silent about the truth, not a traitor or evil guy.What's more, the survivors of Yongyao Harbor have seen the faces of these guys clearly. As for how to choose later, that's after dawn, and what we can do has been done tonight.
Kant's voice was filled with a hint of fatigue, but there was also a sense of relief.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Taran and said.
By the way, don't drive people out directly. Put them in front of you, let the guards outside give you a car full of gas, and then drive all the way north and into the desert... Just throw him outside the settlement, and you can do whatever comes next.
Whether this guy is really the leader of the alliance or just a not-so-smart fool, this guy has done a lot of good things for the Willant people.
He didn't have to die with him.
Taran frowned.
What about you?
Kant made a joke.
My mission is over, and the planet named after me is still waiting for me to take office.
Taran was stunned when he heard this, then laughed out loud.
You guy is so interesting.
Kant smiled.
Haha, is this your comment on me?By the way, you said that you sucked that thing too... To be honest, what did you see?A prosperous era for people of noble blood?You can deceive others, and the people in your shelter talk about the blood of ghosts.
Taran was silent for a moment and answered truthfully.
In an equal world, people have achieved true equality. There are no guys who have been thinking about how to ride on others' heads all day long, nor have endless intrigues. My compatriots and I live a wealthy life. Although we are still far from utopia, I am quite satisfied.
A faint envy appeared in Kant's eyes and he sighed softly.
Is that... It's so good.
Have you talked enough?Just as the two were talking, Willoughby stared at the countdown timer, trying to break free from Taran's hand.
Looking at the Willoughby Wanfu who was twisting like an earthworm, Taran laughed and threw him directly outside the door.
Get out.
After not standing firmly, Willoughby staggered, rolled and crawled up from the ground, rushed towards the stairs as if he was dead, and did not dare to stay here for an extra second.
Kant looked at Taran in surprise and asked with a strange look.
...You just let him run away?
Otherwise?What's the use of keeping him?Taran shrugged and grinned, "Besides, escaping is not my style, so we five-star good citizens like us prefer to break through the siege."
Kant did not understand what the five-star good citizen meant, and Taran did not intend to explain it to him.
At the same time, Willoughby, who had fled in panic, had already run downstairs. At this time, a timer was thrown in front of him, and he was so scared that he fell to the ground in screaming.
bomb!Get down quickly!
Everyone around was shocked by this sentence.
However, at this moment, the inappropriate alarm ring suddenly rang.
jingle!
The harsh voice made everyone present stand in a daze, including Willoughby, who was lying on the ground in a hurry.
His face gradually turned into a pig's liver color, and he got up from the ground in anger and patted his dusty clothes and pants.
That madman tricked him!
Thinking of his embarrassing reaction, Willoughby was furious and furious. He grabbed the collar of the young man next to him and shouted at him.
What are you waiting for!Watch the fun?He rushed in and killed the two bandits!
The young man's face was tense, and he looked at Willoughby's Wanfu, who was flying with strange eyes.
Not only him, but everyone around him is like this... except for the furious Governor Yahui.
Looking at Willoughby yelling, Yahui walked up to him and slapped him in the head.
You stupid pig, do you know what you said?
Willoughby was stunned for a moment.
What... say whatever...
Yahui grabbed his collar hard.
Look carefully where you are!This is a radio station!Not only the people here, but now the people in the entire settlement smell your fart!
Willoughby's face turned pale, like a wall that had just been painted with gray.
His lips were trembling like a dumb.
The studio's sound insulation was too strong, so he didn't hear the radio outside at all, and it was even more impossible for him to hear the radio sent from the radio station.
He thought Kant had a great recording on his body, but he didn't expect that the other party would just tell him the live...
Looking at the waste, Yahui threw away his collar in anger and shouted at the guard captains present.
Are you watching the show?I rushed in and killed the person inside!
Several guard captains looked at each other, all of them looking hesitant.
Seeing that no one moved, Yahui's nose was crooked and his trembling index finger stretched out.
At this moment, five Greyhound reconnaissance vehicles drove over with a beast-infantry chariot.
Looking at the thick and long gun barrels and the group of soldiers armed to their teeth, Yahui was delighted.
Reinforcements have arrived!
The team was led by a centurion, wearing a rhino exoskeleton and carrying a light machine gun with a chain of bullets on his shoulder.
He walked to Governor Yahui, saluted cleanly and said coldly.
I heard that someone intends to rebel.
Yahui nodded quickly and then pointed to the radio station directly in front of him.
That's where!A traitor and a spy occupied our radio station!
Just two people?
The centurion raised his eyebrows and looked around at the group of guards holding submachine guns, with a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.
Although these guys don’t have to go to the front line, there is still enough waste if you can’t even catch a building with only two people.
Without saying a word, he waved his hand and pressed over with more than a dozen soldiers wearing bulletproof armor.
At the same time, on the other side, Taran, who was guarding the building, had an excitement in his eyes.
Good guy...the chariots are all driven out!
Now I finally saved up enough five stars!
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