This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 719: Being put on a pedestal

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"A bunch of trash!"

Charas cursed angrily, threw the communicator in his hand on the sofa, paced back and forth for a moment and then closed his eyes.

Soon, a faint golden light appeared not far from him, and an old man in gray robe slowly emerged.

Before the guy could speak, Charas walked forward hurriedly, stared into his eyes and spoke aggressively.

"Your people screwed up again! Why do you want me to say it again! Can't you guys get some decent weapons!? Or you have no one to use except those fishmen with scales? ?!"

Arzu’s face was equally ugly.

After all, he is not a true forerunner, but an apostle in the "Second Temple". He cannot completely block human emotions and achieve purely rational thinking.

But even so, he still waited patiently for this guy to finish complaining before expressing his dissatisfaction in a cold tone.

"I have to remind you that the sea is your territory. You have lived here for two centuries, and we have just arrived here not long ago. I can indeed solve some troubles for you that are not convenient for you to deal with, but you Don’t you think that we are as omnipotent in the sea as we are on the road? If that’s true, what else can we do to you? Charas’s expression was a bit uneasy.

"But even so..."

This time, Arzu didn’t wait for him to finish his words before he cursed loudly.

"Don't say 'Even so, do you have to make it clear to me? You are moving too slowly!"

Zaras looked at Arzu who suddenly became angry in astonishment, and for a moment he forgot who was asking whom to accuse.

Take a deep breath, Arzu calmed down his heaving chest, stared at the astonished federal chief of staff and continued.

"The Alliance is trying to build an encirclement network against us, and the time left for us is getting less and less. We must open our strategic space to the sea before the encirclement network is formed. Research on the mother nest on the Tiangong is a must. , where is the Coral City you promised me?

Another two months have passed, when can we start our research!

Hearing Arzu suddenly mention this, Charas looked a little embarrassed, coughing slightly and trying to explain.

This will take some time... There are still voices of concern within the federation, and I have worked hard to speak for you. ”

He needs to use his friends in the north to help him get out of some trouble, but that doesn't mean he has to completely turn to them.

To put it bluntly, this is just taking advantage of each other.

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

Too slow. ”

Arzu shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

"I trust you and give you the greatest support. Whether you need technology or assistance, we will do it without reservation, and even provide you with our most precious mind interference technology. And you What did you give me? Two months to play your boring officialdom game? Do we have to wait until you sit in the position of president before we can start the next step?"

Not waiting for Charas to explain, he continued sadly.

"As long as I have a submarine or a warship, we don't have to use those ugly murlocs. Why did our plan fail? It's all because of you! Charas! Because of your weakness and incompetence! Time and time again Let my subordinates be alone for once! As long as you give them a little bit of support——"

"Enough!"

Finally, his face could no longer keep calm, and Charas interrupted his scolding angrily.

"I have helped you to the greatest extent allowed by my authority. Do you want me to go beyond the command and order the federal fleet to fire on the alliance's targets? No one will pay attention to such an order! Not here. Where are you! There are no puppets whose brains have been hollowed out by Naguo. It is impossible for me to do whatever I want. I must stay within the rules——"

"Doing things outside the rules within the scope of the rules? This is your most fatal flaw, you want all the benefits

Yes, but not willing to take any risks. Let me tell you, if you really respect your ridiculous set of rules, don't borrow our power from the beginning, but try to win the support of the majority like your beloved Mr. President. ”

Arzu laughed softly, walked in front of this dear ally, stared at the trembling eyes, and spoke slowly.

"I can see that your men have begun to doubt you."

Taking a step back subconsciously, Charas frowned.

"My men?"

Arzu nodded, his nihilistic gaze suddenly cast in the direction of the window, and he continued speaking as if nothing had happened.

The destroyer is heading towards the scene of the incident... Let me guess. First of all, he is definitely not going to help us. If he really has this intention, he will not wait until we are done fighting. "

Destroyer? You mean East Leste? Charas looked at him in surprise and murmured to himself, "Didn't I ask him to return to Anle Island and wait for him?"

It seems that I guessed it right. "Looking at Chalas's expression gradually changing, Arzu just coldly sneered at his ally, "What a pity, Mr. Chalas, I'm sorry for your I'm afraid the official game is over. You have no chance of becoming President of the Federation, no chance at all, but you are not completely without a chance to hold on to the power you desire... How about considering the title of Head of State? ”

Before Charas, who looked astonished, could speak, Arzu dropped the last sentence.

"This is your last chance, let me see if you have the courage to bear the consequences of your choice."

"If you are a coward, I might as well find another ally as soon as possible, haha."

At the same time as those words fell, the golden shadow began to gradually become dull, blending into the air like a wisp of dissipating smoke.

Charas was suddenly startled and shouted quickly.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The phantom didn't wait for him, and didn't even bother to listen to what he said. It disappeared directly into the room, and there was no response no matter how he called.

"This guy!"

Zarath clenched his fists.

At this time, a drop of cold sweat suddenly broke out from his forehead and pattered on the carpet.

Being set up!

From the beginning, the guy was sure that these mutants would fail.

And I, who does not completely trust the torch, will definitely arrange for a warship to monitor the final result as before.

Now his men have begun to doubt his motives and even whether they are doing the right thing.

Just like that guy who is pretending to be a ghost said, he has no chance to continue speculating as a wallflower.

This time the suspicious eyes came not from the centrists, but from right around him——

The officers who supported him in this gamble.

Now he only has two options to choose from.

Either confess everything to those who support him and those who doubt him, and accept the punishment of those rules set by themselves.

Either you take advantage of the fact that the initiative is still in your hands, and pull the people who still support you to take a final gamble...

Charath felt his palms soaked with cold sweat.

At this moment, there were footsteps at the door, and then someone knocked on the door.

He spoke almost reflexively.

"Come in."

The door opened and an officer came in and gave a respectful military salute.

"Mr. Charas, Mr. President hopes that you can go to the presidential palace. He has some doubts about the investigation of the Golden Coast and wants to discuss it with you."

Golden Coast?

Charas was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to remember that it was the research ship heading to Haiya Province to establish an outpost.

When he realized this, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

How long has it been since this happened, and these guys are still investigating that thing?

But this

There were outsiders inside, but he didn't laugh out loud. He calmed down his breathing for a moment, turned to look at the officer standing at the door, and said gently.

"Please tell Mr. President for me that I still have some things to deal with here. I will go over to meet with him before dusk."

"Yes!"

The officer gave another military salute, turned and left the room.

The door is closed.

Looking at the room that had become quiet again, Charas paused for a moment, and finally walked to the sofa and picked up the communicator lying on it.

He dialed a series of numbers cleanly, without any hesitation in his eyes or in his voice.

With the issuance of orders one after another, he quickly completed all the arrangements that needed to be made before starting this huge gamble.

In fact, there is nothing to hesitate about.

Arzu's assessment is correct, he is indeed a weak and incompetent guy.

But unfortunately, the officers and militants who pushed him to the stage were not actually "iron-blooded tough guys." Is he the only one who dares to take responsibility?

At least I have a little advantage over them, and I can still make some decisions when it's time to make them.

There is no reason why he should lose this bet!

Round Island Port.

The ceremony to celebrate the opening of the water went smoothly to the end. Governor Channing read out the declaration of friendship between Roundabout, Chip Harbor and the Alliance in front of everyone, while Midnight Killing Chicken read out the managers’ statement on behalf of the Alliance. Blessings from local survivors.

In the end, as promised by the alliance, the Danshui supply pipeline was not affected in any way by the sudden alarm.

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

On the contrary, the sudden alarm sounded like a misunderstanding.

At first, the people surrounding the square were a little panicked, thinking that something big had happened.

However, when they saw the band continuing to play music and the ribbon-cutting ceremony continuing, they gradually settled down and immersed themselves in the atmosphere of the celebration again.

The celebration ceremony is over.

Standing next to the fountain, Midnight Killer grinned and looked at Governor Channing, who still had an incredulous expression on his face.

"Look, I just said it's okay."

Full of questions, Chaning saw that the alliance's regiment commander seemed to know something, so he couldn't help but ask in the end.

"What was the explosion just now..."

Midnight Killer pondered for a moment and spoke frankly.

"I'm afraid it's a mutant."

"Mutants?!" Channing was stunned for a moment, looked at him in surprise, and blurted out, "How can there be mutants in the southern seas?!"

He had indeed heard of aquatic mutants with gills and scales, but those creatures did not really live in the sea, but instead built nests on the shore.

The islands in the southern sea are far away from the coastline. Without means to drive away alien species, even a boat floating on the water is not safe.

Looking at Channing who looked in disbelief, Midnight Killer did not explain, but took out a tablet from his arms and handed it to his hand.

Just now, Voldemort has shared the footage taken near the undersea Danshui Pipeline to his terminal device through the radio station on the Rourou.

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

They are really mutants...

And there are so many!

What floated in the filthy sea water were broken limbs and weapons, as well as aquatic alien species that were attracted by the smell of blood.

In addition, there is a huge sea monster "Laken" rolling in the water, which seems to have been attracted by those aquatic mutants.

Although the possibility of synthetic videos is not ruled out, these people obviously did not play tricks that can be easily exposed.

"This is nothing strange

Yes, the southern sea area is right next to the Haiyia Province. Since the Torch Church introduced the garbage to the Death Coast, it is not surprising that they have spread everywhere. ”

Looking at Channing whose eyes were glued to the screen, Midnight Killer suddenly continued as if he remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, just two months ago, a group of mutants tried to attack our port, but luckily we caught them before they landed."

"This... is really shocking news." Channing looked at him in surprise, and the expression on his face became obviously unnatural.

Mutants.

This is no joke.

The area where the explosion occurred is less than a hundred nautical miles away from the ring island. Since they can swim to that location, it is entirely possible for them to swim here.

Although there are some defense forces on the island, and they can mobilize reserves if necessary, if they face a sudden attack by a thousand mutants, they may not even have time to issue guns to the boys.

The consensus among the settlements in the southern sea is to establish defense forces at sea, and this is also the strategic policy established in the era of Vault 70.

That is, the federal fortress is placed on the sea outside the island, and a fleet made of steel is used to block threats from the wasteland.

It is precisely because of this defense mechanism that in the past two hundred years almost no predator speedboats have been able to get within a hundred nautical miles of each island.

However, now, this defense mechanism seems to have failed.

There have been two accidents in a row...

Looking at Governor Channing’s expression changing, Midnight Killer continued.

"And what's even more intriguing is that on the same day, your maritime patrol team patrolling nearby waters disappeared en masse... Of course, I'm not blaming you for not reminding us that our safety is our own business. , but it seems like you don’t know what happened there. If I remember correctly, that should be one of your patrol areas."

"I remember there was a drill two months ago," Channing coughed lightly. "It might have been a coincidence."

This sentence sounds like it is excusing the federation, but it also seems like it is convincing itself.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out," Midnight Killer paused and added, "But I think the federal navy should know what happened there. After all, the patrol came back the next day. At that time, the people on the beach were The blood wasn’t even cleaned up...Didn’t they warn you about the threat of mutants?"

Channing's expression gradually became a little less tense.

"No... Our main enemy is Vault 70, and the main thing we need to watch out for is their submersibles."

After a pause, his expression gradually became serious, and he murmured to himself thoughtfully.

"This matter is a bit strange...why are mutants interested in submarine pipelines."

"I think what you should pay more attention to is why the fleet that is supposed to protect you selectively ignores this obvious threat. Letting mutants ashore is no joke, especially those with scales , I heard that their bad taste in torturing their prey is even worse than those of the green ones."

That’s all.

Midnight Chicken Killing did not continue on this embarrassing topic.

He knew that although Channing didn't say it, he definitely knew it in his heart. Rather than whether a problem is properly solved, whether it is revealed as a problem is more critical. Otherwise, it has happened twice, and it is very likely that it will not only happen for the third or fourth time, but countless times without people knowing.

The Federation Fleet, without the approval of the command and without the permission of the settlements in the southern seas, secretly acquiesced to the military operations of mutants within the jurisdiction for some purpose.

"Of course, this is just a friendly reminder. We have never placed our safety on others. Regardless of whether the federal fleet provides us with necessary support, we will deal with those scaly guys in our own way. ”

Glancing at the governor meaningfully, Midnight Killer turned around and prepared to lead the brothers of the Jungle Corps back to the ship.

Looking at his back, Channing's Adam's apple twitched, and after struggling for a moment, he finally couldn't help but speak.

"Please wait a moment."

Midnight Killer stopped and turned around, casting a questioning look at him.

"What's wrong?"

"I think... we need to strengthen cooperation in the security field, which may be more urgent than cooperation in the economic field."

With a slightly embarrassed smile on his face, Channing coughed lightly and continued in an unspeakable tone, "If we are attacked by mutants, I hope to get your support... Of course, if The same is true if you are attacked. In addition, as long as the alert information we receive, we will share it with you. ”

Since the Alliance has a way to lock down the mutants' location and eliminate the danger before they attack the pipeline, it is obvious that they have established a patrol system that includes intelligence search and interception strikes.

No matter the reason, the two consecutive failures of the Federation fleet have made him unable to trust those guys anymore.

Currently, the ring island is exposed to the threat of mutants, and he needs to add a firewall for the local survivors.

A more reliable firewall.

In exchange, he can share the intelligence network of the ring island with the alliance, and the early warning signals received by other islands will also be received by Friesport.

In a sense, this is equivalent to the two sides sharing the map view and verbally signing a mutual defense agreement.

Although the ring island does not have its own army or fleet, the port itself can also serve as a military installation.

Perhaps he understood the meaning of Chan Ning's words. An expression of surprise appeared on Midnight Killer's face, then he smiled heartily and agreed immediately.

"No problem! If the opponent is a mutant, we will attack anytime and anywhere, let alone you are our partners."

After a pause, he continued.

"Of course, we are two hundred nautical miles away from you. If we wait for the attack to happen, I'm afraid it will be too late. I suggest that you build an 800-meter-long airstrip next to the island. Regardless of the use Concrete material or steel, if our plane can land next to your island, we can support you as soon as possible. "

After carefully writing down this advice, Channing nodded and said.

I will arrange it as soon as possible. ”

At the same time that the Jungle Corps was evacuating from the port of the round island, the federal destroyer, which had learned about the situation from the alliance aircraft, was continuing to move forward towards the sea area where the battle took place.

Some things cannot be explained clearly in the communication channel, and you must use your own eyes to confirm.

There was silence on the bridge.

Both Captain Dongwen and the officers under his command were silently staring at the endless sea directly in front of them.

In fact, both the captain himself and all his subordinates have heard that their friends in the north have been helping them solve some troubles.

However, what they didn't expect was that the ones doing the trick turned out to be mutants!

What is even more difficult for them to accept is that the place where the incident happened is only a hundred nautical miles away from the round island...

"There must be some misunderstanding..." the adjutant said with a cold sweat,"

"No matter what...the senior management will not use those guys."

There is always a better way.

If it really doesn't work, it's not impossible to let the federal fleet take action.

Dongwen didn't speak, his eyes still fixed on the rising and falling waves in the distance.

At this moment, his **** suddenly shrank slightly, and a mutilated arm suddenly appeared among the surging waves.

Soon he discovered that there was more than just one...

The mutilated corpses rose and fell with the waves, their blue scales and skin revealing their identities.

A alien species attracted by the smell of blood chased and gnawed at their corpses, ignoring the warships approaching Chi Chi.

Standing in the east

The adjutant next to Wen swallowed and struggled to squeeze out a sentence from his throat.

"...mutants."

And not just one or two...

With so many corpses, there are at least a thousand!

Realizing this, cold sweat couldn't help but fall from his chin.

If these mutants were allowed to swim more than 80 nautical miles southeast along the pipeline, the consequences would be disastrous...

Dongwen stared silently at the tragic scene on the sea, and then glanced at the flashing signal on the sonar screen.

That's a "Laken".

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

More than a dozen strange-looking submarines were chasing it. They must have been something created by the Alliance. Although the condition of these submersibles was not very good and they should have suffered some damage in the previous battle, they seemed not to let go of the prey that swam to their mouths.

Having promised to support them in the previous communication with the pilot, Dongwen looked at the adjutant aside and ordered.

"Launch torpedoes."

After a pause, he said again.

"Also, use a trawl net to bring up the corpses of a few mutants."

The adjutant nodded seriously and gave a military salute.

"Yes!"

As the combat order was issued, a torpedo was thrown from the launcher into the sea, speeding towards the target locked by the sonar.

Without any suspense, the torpedo easily hit the target. The explosive air column and fire instantly tore the huge body into pieces, sending the scarred Laken away with just one shot.

The Alliance's submersible made strange movements, gesturing with its mechanical arms, as if to express its gratitude to them.

Instructing his adjutant to send them a communication sound wave to express his welcome, Dongwen walked outside the bridge alone and went to the deck of the destroyer.

At this moment, a speedboat flying the federal flag came from a distance and approached his destroyer unhurriedly.

Dongwen glanced at the man standing on the speedboat and recognized the guy's name. He seemed to be called Mu Da, and he seemed to be the captain of the maritime patrol.

While he was sizing up the man, the man was also sizing him up, and then glanced at the trawl net thrown to the sea.

As if he had made up his mind, the man waved the speedboat close to the destroyer, grabbed the ladder on the hull and climbed onto the deck.

Dongwen didn't stop him and just watched silently.

"Great harvest, it seems that you have a lot of loot. Fortunately, you discovered the problem in time and did not let these good swimmers swim to our island."

Looking at the blood-stained sea with squinted eyes, Mu Da walked up to him with a hint of ridicule in his voice.

"The residents on the ring island are waiting for me to go back and tell them what happened here. How about giving me a way? This way I don't have to go down the net myself."

Dong Wen did not take his words and said after a moment of silence.

"It seems like you know something."

"Did I hear you right? Are you asking me? It turns out that the person who has been watching from the side is me?" Mu Da looked at him with a surprised expression and said with a smile, "How about we just Change the ship, you drive my speedboat, I'll drive your destroyer.

Although it was just an exaggerated joke, the captain seemed to take it seriously and thought carefully for a moment before speaking.

"It's not impossible."

"Come on."

Muda chuckled and looked towards the vast sea in the distance.

"More than a thousand mutants marched straight into our territorial waters, while our fleet was watching and applauding them... You know everything, and you still want to get an answer from me, I I understood two months ago that I can’t count on you at all.”

Dongwen was silent for a long time, then sighed and said.

"Sorry, brother."

"I can

It's not your brother," Muda glanced at him. "You don't have to say sorry to me. Instead, you should say it to the more than 100,000 survivors on the ring island, as well as the millions of residents in the entire federation. They are spending money to support you... and of course, they are also supporting me."

Perhaps out of shame, the captain slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Mu Da then spoke.

"Hello."

"Huh?"

"Tell me the truth," Mouda continued, looking at the captain who was looking at him. "The person who blew up the Ocean Current Power Station was really a resident of Vault 70."

Dongwen was silent for a while, then slowly spoke.

"Probably not."

Muda stared into his eyes.

"That's you?"

"No."

Dongwen shook his head, and after a moment, he sighed and said.

"...but it makes no difference."

Muda frowned.

"What do you mean?"

7 did not answer this question directly, the man said pointedly.

"We should be putting out the fire. We acquiesce to the fire that has been ignited, hoping that it will deal with the troubles for us that are inconvenient for us to deal with ourselves. I should have noticed at that time that sooner or later there will be a day of hesitation. We will also be trouble."

Muda couldn't help but ask.

"So why are you doing this?"

Dongwen said calmly.

"Because there is only one chance. If we don't be decisive, the survivors of the Federation will never unite to pull those pretentious guys from the altar. And once their managers come back and take out the With those weapons in the shelter, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity will never come back."

What now? Are we more united? ”

Muda stared into his eyes intently. Seeing that he couldn't say a word for a long time, his eyes gradually showed disappointment.

"Originally, we who have hands and feet need someone to **** for us, and then another person to wipe our butts, just because you hide it from me and I hide it from you."

Chewing his lips for a long time, he squeezed out the last half of the sentence in disappointment.

"...How do you ask me to convince myself to continue to believe in you."

Dong Wen looked into the distance, not wanting to look into those disappointed eyes, and stretched out his hand to gently straighten the officer's hat on his head.

"I am saying this precisely because I think it is not good to do so. I do not expect you to continue to believe me...but please give me another chance."

Muda could feel that those words were not addressed to him, but more to the survivors of the ring island behind him.

The disappointment and ridicule in his eyes gradually faded, and he asked in a serious tone.

"What else are you going to do?"

"Make up for previous mistakes."

When he said this, Dongwen paused for a moment, took out a thumb-sized card from his arms, and handed it to the patrol captain's hand.

This is a memory card that holds a recording of his phone call with Charas, as well as an audio recording of his own after that.

It contains some things that everyone in the federal fleet knows a little bit about, but dare not mention.

He knew that this thing alone would not convince everyone.

But he believed that he could convince at least some of the guys like him.

Muda looked at him puzzled and asked.

"Is this?"

Looking into his eyes, Dongwen said solemnly.

"Take it to the port of Anle Island and give it to the people waiting for me there."

Looking at the memory card in his hand, Mu Da was silent for a moment and looked at him and asked.

"Why don't you go by yourself."

"I want to go to the North Island."

Looking in the north direction, his eyes gradually became firmer, and his voice no longer contained any hesitation or hesitation.

At this moment, he seemed like

Like a real captain.

"There are already cracks in our cabin."

"Before this rift widens to the point of being irreversible, someone must stand up and correct the mistakes that have been made!"