In the Governor's Office of Yongyagang, Governor Yahui is reviewing documents as usual.
And at this moment, a gentle knock on the door suddenly came from the door.
Hearing the knock on the door, Yahui's heart couldn't help but sank slightly.
Just two hours ago, he instructed his secretary to turn down all meeting requests that were not made in advance during today's working hours, but the knock on the door continued.
From this point of view, the knock on the door was probably something he and his secretary could not refuse...
Please come in.
Almost at the moment when he asked for entry and exit, the man at the door pushed the door and walked in.
Long time no see, Mr. Governor.
Looking at the man in military uniform at the door, Yahui also made a warm smile on his face.
Long time no see...Mr. Peter, what wind blows you?
Although the man named Peter in front of him had only a commander of a thousand men, as a commander of a thousand men, he did not dare to neglect at all.
There is no other reason.
This person is the secretary of Chief Dickens Vanguard, General Affairs Minister of the War Zone of the Southern Legion.
This position is not small.
Although Yahui himself is also a ten thousand men's commander and a two-star ten thousand men's commander, in a system like the legion that emphasizes military merits, the rank of the chief in the administrative system is naturally one level lower than that of the officer in the military system, and there are other divisions within the army.
Although the general affairs of the theater were not considered a combat organization, it was also in the military system and was also a front-line theater, and its level was much stronger than that of him, the colonial governor.
The key is that Yongyao Harbour happens to be on the supply line of the front-line war zone. As the Governor of the Colonial, he has the obligation to cooperate with the other party to complete all the needs of raising supplies.
Even if the two parties are not in the relationship between superiors and subordinates, he has to lower his attitude.
After all, if he is a hat that hinders the logistics of the front line, his career will be in a lot of trouble if he doesn't end there.
It is precisely because of this that he felt such a headache.
Peter looked at Yahui, who was smiling warmly, just smiled faintly, and then said with a point of view.
I heard that Yongyegang seems to be not very peaceful recently.
Yahui sighed in his heart that the person who came was not kind, but he still pretended to be foolish.
What aspect are you referring to?
Peter said straightforwardly without going around the circle.
I heard that the explosion at noon seemed to be blowing up a factory.
Yahui made a sudden expression and said with a smile.
There is indeed this... I heard that there was a gang fight, but it was just an abandoned factory and did not cause any casualties from irrelevant people.
Although several gang members and smugglers died, that kind of thing was not considered human at all.
In Yong Night Port, only the Willant people's affairs are big things, and the rest are small things.
Peter obviously agreed with this statement, but he was not very satisfied with Yahui's answer.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with a smile.
The gangs fought, but why did I hear... the intelligence department of the garrison also participated.
Being stared at the scrutiny, Yahui felt his scalp numbness and cursed the idiot Willoughby, the chief commander of the garrison, over and over again.
There are indeed some hidden stories in this, but
Before he could finish his words, Peter, who was standing in front of him, raised his hand and stopped him.
Mr. Governor, I am just here to convey the opinions of Dickens Vanguard.He felt...you are a little bit unfair.
In addition, the anti-aircraft guns that should have been sent to the front line appeared in the slums of Yongye Harbor, and we have to suspect that there is some kind of transfer of interests behind this.
After hearing these words, Yahui couldn't help but curse in his heart and said shamelessly.
Who is behind the scenes of transferring interests!
These days, the thieves called for catching the thief first.
He said calmly as he looked at Peter who seemed to be smiling.
...I will notify the garrison.
Peter nodded slightly.
No need, I had already communicated with Willoughby Wanfu before coming here.
After leaving this sentence, he turned around and walked towards the door.
This arrogant move made a hint of anger flash in Yahui's eyes.
But thinking that he didn't need to be as knowledgeable as a commander, he finally suppressed the anger.
A secretary cannot do so many things by himself unless it is instructed by the master behind him.
This is a blow from the General Affairs Department, and maybe it is from Minister Dickens himself.
...The guy who relies on his power.
Watching the figure disappear outside the door, Yahui cursed in a low voice, grabbed the phone on the table, but didn't know who to call, and then threw it back.
At this moment, his secretary walked in from outside the door tremblingly.
Mr. Governor...I want to stop him, but
It's not your fault.
Yahui waved his index finger in annoyance and threw a sentimental word.
The secretary hesitated for a while, then spoke in a low voice.
Willoughby Wanhun wants to see you
Yahui interrupted his nagging impatiently.
Let him get out!Do whatever you should do.
……
One must choose between faith and bread, and the choice needs to be made is not just a nameless little person who works in customs, but also those big ones.
However, the latter can usually see much more information than the former can access.
It is precisely because of this that often when the former is still struggling, the latter has already made a choice early.
Throughout the afternoon, the calm Yongyegang was in a peaceful and peaceful turmoil.
The inconspicuous abandoned factory is like a stuffed powder barrel filled with all the submissive dreams.
Whether it is the Willant who has lost his faith or the Willant who still has faith.
The door of the Catlode Prison, at dusk.
Kant, who was about to get into the car parked at the door, suddenly received a call from Daniel, and his hand stopped on the grip that had just been pulled open.
He said to Taran, who was following behind him, and he walked aside on the excuse.
At this moment, the sound coming through the headphones made his heart sank slightly.
The boss, who had only told him to continue implementing the plan several hours ago, suddenly changed his attitude.
What he was most worried about was still happening.
...The action was cancelled.
The Adam's apple moved, and he struggled to squeeze out a redundant question from his throat.
Why?!
Willoughby Wanfu's phone call reached the intelligence department and canceled the wasp plan... It was obvious that our 'cocoon' hit a wall that was far harder than us.
Daniel's voice was a little tired and a faint self-deprecating.
Kant knew what he wanted to say but didn't say it. The prey they were targeting had obviously bitten the hook, but now he said he wanted to give up...
He really didn't want to give up like this, he couldn't help asking.
Have you explained to the section chief?
Daniel sighed deeply.
I explained it, but it was useless. I heard it was pressure from the General Affairs Department of the War Zone.The entire plan was personally deployed by Chief Willoughby Wanfu himself. He should have explained everything that can be explained. Even if we report it to the upper hand, it will be unnecessary.
General Affairs Department...
Kant held his breath for a moment and spoke slowly after a long time.
What about our wasp?
Daniel was silent for a moment.
The head of the Intelligence Section and Willoughby Wanfu talked about this issue. They reread the documents provided by Triumph City and came to a new conclusion... Perhaps the Torch Plan was actually not completed, and this plan was an unfinished project from the beginning.
As if to convince himself, he continued to say later.
...This actually makes sense. After all, neither Triumph City nor the Eastern Legion paid enough attention to the weapons mentioned in the plan.The hope of intercepting this non-existent secret weapon may have been our self-indulgent from the beginning...or the self-indulgent of Chief Willoughby.
Similar things have happened before, and have even happened more than once.
It is only because of survivor bias that only successful plans will be remembered.
In fact, the vast majority of cases of bankruptcy for various reasons.
The more carefully prepared and complicated the process, the more so the plan is.
Daniel reached out and pinched his eyebrows and continued on the phone.
As for the hornets... I put a bomb in the car. You can add a zero to the number I called and dial it out and start it. You can do it yourself.
That guy was probably not a spy from the alliance, or an ordinary shelter resident.
If Daniel had just vaguely suspicious at the beginning, he could almost be convinced of this after so many people tempted it.
Only this explanation can explain why he has not revealed any flaws.
However, this guy has participated in so many actions, they can't politely ask him to leave the country.
Once that guy comes to his senses, they will be a laughing stock in all the people’s mouths.
Even for the face of the Southern Legion, they had to keep him here.
Kant was silent for a moment and whispered.
I see.
After hanging up the phone, he stood there for a long time before returning to the car.
The spy from the alliance was already sitting in the car... In fact, it can't be said that guy is a spy anymore, he can only be said to be a guy with a bad head.
No matter how many lies there are in Survivor Daily, it cannot prove that Triumph or Southern Legion Victory is a little white rabbit who cannot lie.
Using one person's lies to prove another's honesty is itself a kind of incompetence.
At first he thought this was just a bad reason made up by the spy, but now it seems that this guy is thinking so.
Kant didn't know how to describe his feelings, but it was so stupid to cross the ocean and take his own life for such stupid reasons.
Just like now.
He just had to dial a number and the guy sitting in the car would turn into a black body.
After that, whether it was to blame for the Enlightenment Association or the gang members, or to give no explanation, the matter came to an end.
But……
Is it really good to end like this?
A terrible thought suddenly appeared in Kant's mind.
In fact, he has another choice with the remote control... One thing that cannot be called a happy choice, but for him it can be regarded as a very satisfying choice.
That is to make this bomb destined to explode more violently, and to turn it into a firework in the center of trouble, and to use the last second of the countdown to show its worth... instead of quietly drowning in a hidden corner as everyone expected.
Kant, who was staring at the car, suddenly remembered that bizarre dream.
The picture in the vision seemed to have been torn apart, then flashed like a slide, and gradually coincided with the 500th world he conquered.
But these are not the point.
The real point is
I'm the hero of the Willant...
He muttered softly, his muddy pupils becoming more and more firm, as if he had been determined what he was going to do next.
Just like a real severe addict, a hopeless guy who is addicted to hallucinations.
He silently recited his name, and did not dial out the number that ended everything, but opened the signal shield, walked forward and opened the door of the car, and sat in the driver's seat.
You have to choose one bread or faith.
And he has made his own choice...
Looking at Kant who finally cheered up, Taran showed a bright smile on his face....Are you ready man?
A rare smile appeared on the corner of Kant's mouth after glanced at the face in the rearview mirror.
This lunatic is as always.
But why are you not at this moment?
In that flashing vision, the narrow road turned into an endless red carpet, and now I, who was covered with medals, was walking on the pilgrimage road.
And what he is doing is exactly what he longs to do.
I am a veteran of the 300,000th Man Team. From the moment I joined the army, I was ready to dedicate my life to the marshal... I should ask you, are you ready?
Haha, do you still need to ask about that kind of thing?Taran was stunned when he heard this, then laughed out loud and said readily, "Let's go, don't grind it."
very good.Kant lit a cigarette for himself and skillfully started the car's engine.
Taran said excitedly.
We're going to find that Tony now?
Kant grinned and then curled his lips disdainfully.
That kind of shrimp is not worth mentioning, and it is Morse's job.The troubles in Heishui Lane are solved by Heishui Lane themselves. Tonight is the best time and no one will bother them.
Similarly, the troubles of the Willant people should be solved by the Willant people themselves... While there is still some time left, I will take you to do a big vote.
After saying that, he suddenly remembered something and added another sentence later.
By the way... this is the order of the Enlightenment Society. Our mission is not over yet. We are going to dig out the borer that is lying on our backs and sucking blood.
Taran really didn't have any interest in asking more questions, but just raised his eyebrows lightly.
Do a big vote?How old is it?
Willoughby Wanfu, the chief commander of the Eternal Night Harbor Garrison... Reliable information shows that he is a traitor hidden in our team, and he can help us find that guy no matter how help.
Kant, who was biting the cigarette butt, narrowed his eyes and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth.
...It's five-thirty in the afternoon, and fifteen minutes will be his time to get off work.I parked the car at the door of his unit later, and you are responsible for asking him to get in.
……
As the monitoring signal disappeared, Daniel stopped paying attention to the wasp scattered outside.
Kant will arrange everything for him and then return to the team with the last file.
As for myself, what I have to do now is to clean the battlefield and end this sloppy operation.
On the other side, the laugher squatting in the Marshal's Arsenal was yawning.
This time he was embarrassed to get distracted and did not relax for a moment in his tracking work.
However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed that a large group of people came out of the Enlightenment Association stronghold that he was watching.
There were about thirty people, all of whom were in a hurry, carrying large and small bags of documents in their hands.
In just a few minutes, a sign of closing business was hung at the entrance of the hotel.
This outrageous scene made him stare wide involuntarily, not sure what was going on.
Without any hesitation, he immediately stepped down and told his teammates who were raising their strength.
And at the same time, the doorstep of Carternold Prison.
Shortly after Kant started the car and left, Morse regained freedom surrounded by a group of younger brothers.
The admiring eyes made Morse intoxicated, as if he had really become the emperor of the underground world of Eternal Nightport.
Being able to come out of the infamous Carternold Prison is a great legend in the eyes of the aliens in Blackwater Lane.
The last legend was Tony.
And now, it is Morse's collection.
A burly man walked to Morse and York and lowered his head respectfully.
Congratulations, boss.
Regardless of the prison guard behind him, Morse grinned, patted the back of his little brother's head, then pulled his head closer and said to his ear.
...Let the brothers prepare, we have a calculation to calculate with the guys from the Iron Hand Gang.
yes!
The strong man looked solemn, nodded respectfully, then turned around and shouted at the group of minions.
The minions looked excited and had high morale, just like real hyenas preparing to go to war!
The sky was covered with dark clouds, covering the dimness in the horizon, and a violent rain was brewing quietly.
If the Willant people still have bread and faith to choose from, then the bad people living in Blackwater Alley don’t even have the chance to choose.
Heishui Lane is not a small alley, but a general term for all streets in Yongyegang that have neither house numbers nor drainage systems.
It is not a planned urban area, but a decay that naturally emerges under the sewage outlet of Yongyegang.
People living here are either assimilated by the stinky thing or they can only grow wings to their best efforts.
Even if they grow wings, they are just flies, but they are better than rotting with other garbage.
Standing in front of the door of the Carternold Prison, Morse completed the mobilization before the war to his younger brothers.
The shouting voice and flying saliva made him look like a real evil dog.
However, at this moment, he didn't know that the enlightenment meeting he was loyal to was gone because of a big man's words.
The discipleship he earned from his life with a group of neighbors also became a complete joke.
If the car exploded in front of the prison door, he might wake up suddenly, and then trembled with his tail and waited for the wind to pass.
However, fate played a joke with him. The hand that pushed him to his current position went crazy before him...
Their goal is the last game of the largest gold-selling cave in Heishui Lane, which is the largest gambling cave in Yongyegang and is also the base camp of the Iron Hand Gang.
Without thinking, if something big happened, Tony must have been worried about pulling his hair.
It's too troublesome to pull out one by one. He can make an exception and help this guy without charge.
After completing the mobilization of the war, the younger brothers gathered at the entrance of Carternold Prison dispersed.
The guards standing at the prison gate were relieved and suppressed the stick in their hands.
This is the first time that the cockroaches in Blackwater Lane dare to make trouble at the door of Carternold Prison.
I don't know who gave them the courage...
Everyone whispered, whispering to each other, but the warden with his face was not saying anything.
He knew who gave these guys the courage to not take Carternold Prison seriously.
It is precisely because he knows that he just brought people to stand at the door, rather than calling for support from the garrison or taking people to rush up.
After all, who can guarantee that this group of cockroaches are not part of the plan?
Since the big men in the garrison said they could be used, then just think that's it.
At least he had no reason to arrest people without any reason until he received the new notice.
The little brothers around him left one after another, and Morse, who had finished his glory, was also preparing to go home to get the guys.
And at this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar face from the middle of the row of prison guards.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he walked forward with a smile and patted the guy on the shoulder.
Hey, brother, now I am a disciple too.
Looking at the evil dog that was staring at him, Andrew's brain crashed in an instant, his face turned pale, and he even forgot that he was a superior Willant.
There was only one thought left in his mind
Why do the hawks raised by the garrison recognize themselves?!
Morse did not stop here for a long time. He said hello and left casually, leaving only the stunned Andrew, stunned, stunned, surrounded by a pair of eyes.
The warden frowned.
Like the other guards, he turned his scrutiny to the oldest-time employee of the Carternold Prison.
You know that guy?
Andrew shook his head in panic and said stammeringly.
No, don't know...
The warden frowned, but said nothing, after all, this guy always looked so timid.
But unlike him, the others in the guard uniform whispered.
disciple?
What is a disciple?
……
On the other hand, Morse was in a good mood and had returned to the Hyena Gang's stronghold and put the tearing light machine gun that had not been used in the battle at noon.
He swears.
He would use this thing to impress the guy who threatened to attend his funeral.
When he thought of the face that was twisted by fear, he couldn't help but feel excited, and he wanted to try his hand at the roof.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a twitching in his eyebrows, and then a tingling sensation like an electric current crawled towards his left eye, making his vision dazed.
Ah……
After dropping the machine gun in his hand, Morse murmured in pain and pressed his hand on his eyes.
Seeing this, York hurriedly walked up to ask.
Boss, what's wrong with you?
Morse said with a frown, shook his groggy head.
……nothing.
York still looked at him with some concern, but he didn't dare to talk more nonsense.
Just then, Morse suddenly remembered something and looked at York and asked.
By the way, York...What did you see in that dream in the afternoon?
York was stunned for a moment, and the ugly face filled with flesh suddenly became shy.
The bald head, with a scar on his chest, scratched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.
I'm not afraid of you making jokes when I say it...I... dreamed of my old mother.
Morse was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.
Ha ha ha ha!Your damn... is such a talent.
Looking at the head who was mocking him, York looked helpless.
After pausing for a while, he suddenly felt as if he had thought of something and said with a chuckle.
By the way... We will take over Tony's business in the future. Can we make some that thing?
The elder brother of the Enlightenment only warned them not to do the Willant business, but he never said that they were not allowed to do this business.
The name Snake Oil is so casual.
If they change to Dream or Aurora, they may be able to earn more than Tony.
Can you have some success? Morse slapped him in the head with a regret, "What's the point if you have money?"Do you need that thing?
York, who was slapped, had an innocent expression on his face. He knew why the boss taught him a lesson.
He had seen the final outcome of those useless people, and he even broke a lot of his neck.
But the problem is... this is not a problem that can be solved with just money.
He actually didn't think so much, just wanted to finish the meal he dreamed of.
The bastards in Hei Shui Lane don’t always have meat to eat, especially when he was a little bastard.
His mother used the money he earned to stew a pot of oxtail soup for him. The fragrance was so greedy that he drooled and his eyes were shining.
Standing at the kitchen door, he chatted with her for a long time, and talked about many things, including the present and the future... and this was the first time he had been so relaxed since he buried her.
Seeing that the pot of food was about to cook, he woke up halfway through his dream.
If only one more second...
Just one second.
Boss, what did you see?York suddenly became curious.
He always feels that the boss has more prospects than he does and should dream of something more interesting.
However, Morse, who loaded the machine gun, was a little impatient and just replied perfunctorily.
It has nothing to do with you.
And at this moment, a gentle knock on the door suddenly came from the door.
Hearing the knock on the door, Yahui's heart couldn't help but sank slightly.
Just two hours ago, he instructed his secretary to turn down all meeting requests that were not made in advance during today's working hours, but the knock on the door continued.
From this point of view, the knock on the door was probably something he and his secretary could not refuse...
Please come in.
Almost at the moment when he asked for entry and exit, the man at the door pushed the door and walked in.
Long time no see, Mr. Governor.
Looking at the man in military uniform at the door, Yahui also made a warm smile on his face.
Long time no see...Mr. Peter, what wind blows you?
Although the man named Peter in front of him had only a commander of a thousand men, as a commander of a thousand men, he did not dare to neglect at all.
There is no other reason.
This person is the secretary of Chief Dickens Vanguard, General Affairs Minister of the War Zone of the Southern Legion.
This position is not small.
Although Yahui himself is also a ten thousand men's commander and a two-star ten thousand men's commander, in a system like the legion that emphasizes military merits, the rank of the chief in the administrative system is naturally one level lower than that of the officer in the military system, and there are other divisions within the army.
Although the general affairs of the theater were not considered a combat organization, it was also in the military system and was also a front-line theater, and its level was much stronger than that of him, the colonial governor.
The key is that Yongyao Harbour happens to be on the supply line of the front-line war zone. As the Governor of the Colonial, he has the obligation to cooperate with the other party to complete all the needs of raising supplies.
Even if the two parties are not in the relationship between superiors and subordinates, he has to lower his attitude.
After all, if he is a hat that hinders the logistics of the front line, his career will be in a lot of trouble if he doesn't end there.
It is precisely because of this that he felt such a headache.
Peter looked at Yahui, who was smiling warmly, just smiled faintly, and then said with a point of view.
I heard that Yongyegang seems to be not very peaceful recently.
Yahui sighed in his heart that the person who came was not kind, but he still pretended to be foolish.
What aspect are you referring to?
Peter said straightforwardly without going around the circle.
I heard that the explosion at noon seemed to be blowing up a factory.
Yahui made a sudden expression and said with a smile.
There is indeed this... I heard that there was a gang fight, but it was just an abandoned factory and did not cause any casualties from irrelevant people.
Although several gang members and smugglers died, that kind of thing was not considered human at all.
In Yong Night Port, only the Willant people's affairs are big things, and the rest are small things.
Peter obviously agreed with this statement, but he was not very satisfied with Yahui's answer.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with a smile.
The gangs fought, but why did I hear... the intelligence department of the garrison also participated.
Being stared at the scrutiny, Yahui felt his scalp numbness and cursed the idiot Willoughby, the chief commander of the garrison, over and over again.
There are indeed some hidden stories in this, but
Before he could finish his words, Peter, who was standing in front of him, raised his hand and stopped him.
Mr. Governor, I am just here to convey the opinions of Dickens Vanguard.He felt...you are a little bit unfair.
In addition, the anti-aircraft guns that should have been sent to the front line appeared in the slums of Yongye Harbor, and we have to suspect that there is some kind of transfer of interests behind this.
After hearing these words, Yahui couldn't help but curse in his heart and said shamelessly.
Who is behind the scenes of transferring interests!
These days, the thieves called for catching the thief first.
He said calmly as he looked at Peter who seemed to be smiling.
...I will notify the garrison.
Peter nodded slightly.
No need, I had already communicated with Willoughby Wanfu before coming here.
After leaving this sentence, he turned around and walked towards the door.
This arrogant move made a hint of anger flash in Yahui's eyes.
But thinking that he didn't need to be as knowledgeable as a commander, he finally suppressed the anger.
A secretary cannot do so many things by himself unless it is instructed by the master behind him.
This is a blow from the General Affairs Department, and maybe it is from Minister Dickens himself.
...The guy who relies on his power.
Watching the figure disappear outside the door, Yahui cursed in a low voice, grabbed the phone on the table, but didn't know who to call, and then threw it back.
At this moment, his secretary walked in from outside the door tremblingly.
Mr. Governor...I want to stop him, but
It's not your fault.
Yahui waved his index finger in annoyance and threw a sentimental word.
The secretary hesitated for a while, then spoke in a low voice.
Willoughby Wanhun wants to see you
Yahui interrupted his nagging impatiently.
Let him get out!Do whatever you should do.
……
One must choose between faith and bread, and the choice needs to be made is not just a nameless little person who works in customs, but also those big ones.
However, the latter can usually see much more information than the former can access.
It is precisely because of this that often when the former is still struggling, the latter has already made a choice early.
Throughout the afternoon, the calm Yongyegang was in a peaceful and peaceful turmoil.
The inconspicuous abandoned factory is like a stuffed powder barrel filled with all the submissive dreams.
Whether it is the Willant who has lost his faith or the Willant who still has faith.
The door of the Catlode Prison, at dusk.
Kant, who was about to get into the car parked at the door, suddenly received a call from Daniel, and his hand stopped on the grip that had just been pulled open.
He said to Taran, who was following behind him, and he walked aside on the excuse.
At this moment, the sound coming through the headphones made his heart sank slightly.
The boss, who had only told him to continue implementing the plan several hours ago, suddenly changed his attitude.
What he was most worried about was still happening.
...The action was cancelled.
The Adam's apple moved, and he struggled to squeeze out a redundant question from his throat.
Why?!
Willoughby Wanfu's phone call reached the intelligence department and canceled the wasp plan... It was obvious that our 'cocoon' hit a wall that was far harder than us.
Daniel's voice was a little tired and a faint self-deprecating.
Kant knew what he wanted to say but didn't say it. The prey they were targeting had obviously bitten the hook, but now he said he wanted to give up...
He really didn't want to give up like this, he couldn't help asking.
Have you explained to the section chief?
Daniel sighed deeply.
I explained it, but it was useless. I heard it was pressure from the General Affairs Department of the War Zone.The entire plan was personally deployed by Chief Willoughby Wanfu himself. He should have explained everything that can be explained. Even if we report it to the upper hand, it will be unnecessary.
General Affairs Department...
Kant held his breath for a moment and spoke slowly after a long time.
What about our wasp?
Daniel was silent for a moment.
The head of the Intelligence Section and Willoughby Wanfu talked about this issue. They reread the documents provided by Triumph City and came to a new conclusion... Perhaps the Torch Plan was actually not completed, and this plan was an unfinished project from the beginning.
As if to convince himself, he continued to say later.
...This actually makes sense. After all, neither Triumph City nor the Eastern Legion paid enough attention to the weapons mentioned in the plan.The hope of intercepting this non-existent secret weapon may have been our self-indulgent from the beginning...or the self-indulgent of Chief Willoughby.
Similar things have happened before, and have even happened more than once.
It is only because of survivor bias that only successful plans will be remembered.
In fact, the vast majority of cases of bankruptcy for various reasons.
The more carefully prepared and complicated the process, the more so the plan is.
Daniel reached out and pinched his eyebrows and continued on the phone.
As for the hornets... I put a bomb in the car. You can add a zero to the number I called and dial it out and start it. You can do it yourself.
That guy was probably not a spy from the alliance, or an ordinary shelter resident.
If Daniel had just vaguely suspicious at the beginning, he could almost be convinced of this after so many people tempted it.
Only this explanation can explain why he has not revealed any flaws.
However, this guy has participated in so many actions, they can't politely ask him to leave the country.
Once that guy comes to his senses, they will be a laughing stock in all the people’s mouths.
Even for the face of the Southern Legion, they had to keep him here.
Kant was silent for a moment and whispered.
I see.
After hanging up the phone, he stood there for a long time before returning to the car.
The spy from the alliance was already sitting in the car... In fact, it can't be said that guy is a spy anymore, he can only be said to be a guy with a bad head.
No matter how many lies there are in Survivor Daily, it cannot prove that Triumph or Southern Legion Victory is a little white rabbit who cannot lie.
Using one person's lies to prove another's honesty is itself a kind of incompetence.
At first he thought this was just a bad reason made up by the spy, but now it seems that this guy is thinking so.
Kant didn't know how to describe his feelings, but it was so stupid to cross the ocean and take his own life for such stupid reasons.
Just like now.
He just had to dial a number and the guy sitting in the car would turn into a black body.
After that, whether it was to blame for the Enlightenment Association or the gang members, or to give no explanation, the matter came to an end.
But……
Is it really good to end like this?
A terrible thought suddenly appeared in Kant's mind.
In fact, he has another choice with the remote control... One thing that cannot be called a happy choice, but for him it can be regarded as a very satisfying choice.
That is to make this bomb destined to explode more violently, and to turn it into a firework in the center of trouble, and to use the last second of the countdown to show its worth... instead of quietly drowning in a hidden corner as everyone expected.
Kant, who was staring at the car, suddenly remembered that bizarre dream.
The picture in the vision seemed to have been torn apart, then flashed like a slide, and gradually coincided with the 500th world he conquered.
But these are not the point.
The real point is
I'm the hero of the Willant...
He muttered softly, his muddy pupils becoming more and more firm, as if he had been determined what he was going to do next.
Just like a real severe addict, a hopeless guy who is addicted to hallucinations.
He silently recited his name, and did not dial out the number that ended everything, but opened the signal shield, walked forward and opened the door of the car, and sat in the driver's seat.
You have to choose one bread or faith.
And he has made his own choice...
Looking at Kant who finally cheered up, Taran showed a bright smile on his face....Are you ready man?
A rare smile appeared on the corner of Kant's mouth after glanced at the face in the rearview mirror.
This lunatic is as always.
But why are you not at this moment?
In that flashing vision, the narrow road turned into an endless red carpet, and now I, who was covered with medals, was walking on the pilgrimage road.
And what he is doing is exactly what he longs to do.
I am a veteran of the 300,000th Man Team. From the moment I joined the army, I was ready to dedicate my life to the marshal... I should ask you, are you ready?
Haha, do you still need to ask about that kind of thing?Taran was stunned when he heard this, then laughed out loud and said readily, "Let's go, don't grind it."
very good.Kant lit a cigarette for himself and skillfully started the car's engine.
Taran said excitedly.
We're going to find that Tony now?
Kant grinned and then curled his lips disdainfully.
That kind of shrimp is not worth mentioning, and it is Morse's job.The troubles in Heishui Lane are solved by Heishui Lane themselves. Tonight is the best time and no one will bother them.
Similarly, the troubles of the Willant people should be solved by the Willant people themselves... While there is still some time left, I will take you to do a big vote.
After saying that, he suddenly remembered something and added another sentence later.
By the way... this is the order of the Enlightenment Society. Our mission is not over yet. We are going to dig out the borer that is lying on our backs and sucking blood.
Taran really didn't have any interest in asking more questions, but just raised his eyebrows lightly.
Do a big vote?How old is it?
Willoughby Wanfu, the chief commander of the Eternal Night Harbor Garrison... Reliable information shows that he is a traitor hidden in our team, and he can help us find that guy no matter how help.
Kant, who was biting the cigarette butt, narrowed his eyes and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth.
...It's five-thirty in the afternoon, and fifteen minutes will be his time to get off work.I parked the car at the door of his unit later, and you are responsible for asking him to get in.
……
As the monitoring signal disappeared, Daniel stopped paying attention to the wasp scattered outside.
Kant will arrange everything for him and then return to the team with the last file.
As for myself, what I have to do now is to clean the battlefield and end this sloppy operation.
On the other side, the laugher squatting in the Marshal's Arsenal was yawning.
This time he was embarrassed to get distracted and did not relax for a moment in his tracking work.
However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed that a large group of people came out of the Enlightenment Association stronghold that he was watching.
There were about thirty people, all of whom were in a hurry, carrying large and small bags of documents in their hands.
In just a few minutes, a sign of closing business was hung at the entrance of the hotel.
This outrageous scene made him stare wide involuntarily, not sure what was going on.
Without any hesitation, he immediately stepped down and told his teammates who were raising their strength.
And at the same time, the doorstep of Carternold Prison.
Shortly after Kant started the car and left, Morse regained freedom surrounded by a group of younger brothers.
The admiring eyes made Morse intoxicated, as if he had really become the emperor of the underground world of Eternal Nightport.
Being able to come out of the infamous Carternold Prison is a great legend in the eyes of the aliens in Blackwater Lane.
The last legend was Tony.
And now, it is Morse's collection.
A burly man walked to Morse and York and lowered his head respectfully.
Congratulations, boss.
Regardless of the prison guard behind him, Morse grinned, patted the back of his little brother's head, then pulled his head closer and said to his ear.
...Let the brothers prepare, we have a calculation to calculate with the guys from the Iron Hand Gang.
yes!
The strong man looked solemn, nodded respectfully, then turned around and shouted at the group of minions.
The minions looked excited and had high morale, just like real hyenas preparing to go to war!
The sky was covered with dark clouds, covering the dimness in the horizon, and a violent rain was brewing quietly.
If the Willant people still have bread and faith to choose from, then the bad people living in Blackwater Alley don’t even have the chance to choose.
Heishui Lane is not a small alley, but a general term for all streets in Yongyegang that have neither house numbers nor drainage systems.
It is not a planned urban area, but a decay that naturally emerges under the sewage outlet of Yongyegang.
People living here are either assimilated by the stinky thing or they can only grow wings to their best efforts.
Even if they grow wings, they are just flies, but they are better than rotting with other garbage.
Standing in front of the door of the Carternold Prison, Morse completed the mobilization before the war to his younger brothers.
The shouting voice and flying saliva made him look like a real evil dog.
However, at this moment, he didn't know that the enlightenment meeting he was loyal to was gone because of a big man's words.
The discipleship he earned from his life with a group of neighbors also became a complete joke.
If the car exploded in front of the prison door, he might wake up suddenly, and then trembled with his tail and waited for the wind to pass.
However, fate played a joke with him. The hand that pushed him to his current position went crazy before him...
Their goal is the last game of the largest gold-selling cave in Heishui Lane, which is the largest gambling cave in Yongyegang and is also the base camp of the Iron Hand Gang.
Without thinking, if something big happened, Tony must have been worried about pulling his hair.
It's too troublesome to pull out one by one. He can make an exception and help this guy without charge.
After completing the mobilization of the war, the younger brothers gathered at the entrance of Carternold Prison dispersed.
The guards standing at the prison gate were relieved and suppressed the stick in their hands.
This is the first time that the cockroaches in Blackwater Lane dare to make trouble at the door of Carternold Prison.
I don't know who gave them the courage...
Everyone whispered, whispering to each other, but the warden with his face was not saying anything.
He knew who gave these guys the courage to not take Carternold Prison seriously.
It is precisely because he knows that he just brought people to stand at the door, rather than calling for support from the garrison or taking people to rush up.
After all, who can guarantee that this group of cockroaches are not part of the plan?
Since the big men in the garrison said they could be used, then just think that's it.
At least he had no reason to arrest people without any reason until he received the new notice.
The little brothers around him left one after another, and Morse, who had finished his glory, was also preparing to go home to get the guys.
And at this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar face from the middle of the row of prison guards.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he walked forward with a smile and patted the guy on the shoulder.
Hey, brother, now I am a disciple too.
Looking at the evil dog that was staring at him, Andrew's brain crashed in an instant, his face turned pale, and he even forgot that he was a superior Willant.
There was only one thought left in his mind
Why do the hawks raised by the garrison recognize themselves?!
Morse did not stop here for a long time. He said hello and left casually, leaving only the stunned Andrew, stunned, stunned, surrounded by a pair of eyes.
The warden frowned.
Like the other guards, he turned his scrutiny to the oldest-time employee of the Carternold Prison.
You know that guy?
Andrew shook his head in panic and said stammeringly.
No, don't know...
The warden frowned, but said nothing, after all, this guy always looked so timid.
But unlike him, the others in the guard uniform whispered.
disciple?
What is a disciple?
……
On the other hand, Morse was in a good mood and had returned to the Hyena Gang's stronghold and put the tearing light machine gun that had not been used in the battle at noon.
He swears.
He would use this thing to impress the guy who threatened to attend his funeral.
When he thought of the face that was twisted by fear, he couldn't help but feel excited, and he wanted to try his hand at the roof.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a twitching in his eyebrows, and then a tingling sensation like an electric current crawled towards his left eye, making his vision dazed.
Ah……
After dropping the machine gun in his hand, Morse murmured in pain and pressed his hand on his eyes.
Seeing this, York hurriedly walked up to ask.
Boss, what's wrong with you?
Morse said with a frown, shook his groggy head.
……nothing.
York still looked at him with some concern, but he didn't dare to talk more nonsense.
Just then, Morse suddenly remembered something and looked at York and asked.
By the way, York...What did you see in that dream in the afternoon?
York was stunned for a moment, and the ugly face filled with flesh suddenly became shy.
The bald head, with a scar on his chest, scratched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.
I'm not afraid of you making jokes when I say it...I... dreamed of my old mother.
Morse was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.
Ha ha ha ha!Your damn... is such a talent.
Looking at the head who was mocking him, York looked helpless.
After pausing for a while, he suddenly felt as if he had thought of something and said with a chuckle.
By the way... We will take over Tony's business in the future. Can we make some that thing?
The elder brother of the Enlightenment only warned them not to do the Willant business, but he never said that they were not allowed to do this business.
The name Snake Oil is so casual.
If they change to Dream or Aurora, they may be able to earn more than Tony.
Can you have some success? Morse slapped him in the head with a regret, "What's the point if you have money?"Do you need that thing?
York, who was slapped, had an innocent expression on his face. He knew why the boss taught him a lesson.
He had seen the final outcome of those useless people, and he even broke a lot of his neck.
But the problem is... this is not a problem that can be solved with just money.
He actually didn't think so much, just wanted to finish the meal he dreamed of.
The bastards in Hei Shui Lane don’t always have meat to eat, especially when he was a little bastard.
His mother used the money he earned to stew a pot of oxtail soup for him. The fragrance was so greedy that he drooled and his eyes were shining.
Standing at the kitchen door, he chatted with her for a long time, and talked about many things, including the present and the future... and this was the first time he had been so relaxed since he buried her.
Seeing that the pot of food was about to cook, he woke up halfway through his dream.
If only one more second...
Just one second.
Boss, what did you see?York suddenly became curious.
He always feels that the boss has more prospects than he does and should dream of something more interesting.
However, Morse, who loaded the machine gun, was a little impatient and just replied perfunctorily.
It has nothing to do with you.
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