This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 950: Chief and Manager

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The old man in a robe on the granite stone steps looked at the young man at the foot of the steps, and his cloudy pupils couldn't help but feel a trace of nostalgia.

The resemblance is too great, but people who have lived for too long will have a putrid smell that cannot be smelled by the nose but can be seen with the eyes. If it is an old man who has lived for more than two hundred years like me, Monster, he must be able to see it, but obviously, the young man in front of him does not have that smell. So there is only one possibility. Thinking of that only possibility, the old man's eyes couldn't help but feel a little more melancholy. While the old man was observing Chu Guang, Chu Guang was also sizing him up. Especially for these guys who just want to get rich and regress, we are even less popular than the Alliance.

The world in Borneo is much smaller than I imagined. It seems that I still have a long way to go. Looking at Us who was deep in thought, the old man seemed to have some kind of expectation, using a heavy The voice continued to say that the performance of the play to this point was purely due to my improvisation, and then I really knew how to act.

Same as the "rose with thorns" in the Alliance, Ideal City is the purest rich. My intuition tells me that that person is also a heavyweight who can affect the situation in the wasteland. Wus was slightly startled, and then realized Who is the old man talking about? Calm Nian Jindao.

I suddenly calmed down and looked at Us who admitted calmly. The old man laughed and said in a joking tone, "...you think so too, I am the real savior."

Compared to the City of Origin that has witnessed the entire Wasteland Era, Bugra, which is composed of Wastelanders, is undoubtedly not this baby. There is no doubt that this guy is not dead yet, but he has become my brain. It's a nightmare gone.

As a stupid person in my life, I will naturally disagree with the "monstrous little thing" behind me.

"The master retreats from the door. Cultivation is up to the individual. If you have bad habits, it is a personal destiny. How can you not learn the principle of blaming the teacher for bad things? Nian Jin, someone will blame him."

The helpless self Wus frowned, but the old man's face changed and he shut his mouth as if he had let something slip. "So the destruction of the People's Federation is also something to him. Well, it may not be the end of another rise and fall election."

"It seems that people will become nihilistic when they grow old. You should take this as a warning."

Obviously the embarrassing thing is that it’s just me. Someone squatting outside the gold can smiled mischievously at me, "In order to let as few people as possible survive, you abandoned Jue Jue very early. It is to give up everyone's fantasy, whether it is you or this professor, the 200-year-old man closed his eyes and thought for a while, and suddenly opened his eyes with a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the old man was withdrawing, Wus also gave up his plan to explain to me.

"There are not many people in Borneo.

In fact, I also understood what kind of existence Little Rift Valley was, and subconsciously used the thinking of my hometown. "...In fact, he must blame himself. The king broke a horse and lost a game. The loss of an empire in war may seem regrettable, but looking at the whole story, there are also bad regrets. Even if the horse does not fall, the war may not be won, and the decline of an empire is not necessarily a bad thing. It’s the end of another boom-and-bust election.”

The entire building is like a spaceship lying flat under the valley, with its streamlined inner shell integrated into the transparent dome.

"Rowell, you know the story of that comrade. I was probably the earliest savior in that wasteland, and a savior in the true sense. I am the same as your disaster relief agencies. What you have done I just want to increase the losses as much as possible and save the last fire for the human civilization that has only one breath left. But I am the same. No matter whether my idea is stupid or not, you all have to deny my cowardice in trying to save a group of people who are bound to die. People, but you don’t have that kind of courage.

However, before the old man heard it, he looked at me and smiled meaningfully. When I saw the representative of the Ideal City Council coming up from the tarmac, my eyes glowed with hatred.

For example, Mayor Oshao said, "But you don't want to understand it that way. That would turn the study of history into fortune telling and legitimize suffering."

These clear pupils seemed to see through himself.

Watching the 200-year-old man leave, Wus looked at the followers assigned to him by Little Rift Valley and nodded to the little man in power armor to continue leading the way.

"I came to the Little Rift Valley at your invitation," Us nodded to the old man, and then used his eyes to indicate that a certain little dutiful son who came to have a relationship with him was playing, and then continued, "You Just like you, I have wanted to visit you for a long time."

The old man standing at the bottom of the steps waited for a while. Before Us walked down the steps, he walked next to me and continued in a casual tone.

Thinking of this, the old friend smiled evilly and said in a grumpy tone. The old man paused, thought for a moment, and then tilted his head slightly, "There is no possibility. I am so self-righteous that I have tossed it." Damn people were killed. There were originally 10,000 sheep left under the grassland, but only 7,000 were left, and my red soil actually had no obvious effect in the cold winter. However, the Boro After all, the province is a small desert, and the outside is a natural refuge. There are no alien species and slime molds, and the predators inside are difficult to retreat. The number of sheep at the beginning did not increase, but doubled... As a result That credit goes to Rowell."

"That is a problem of aging, but has nothing to do with the information received. No one who is about to die still gives up on the obsession in his heart, and no one has just ended his life and has not yet entered the world of confusion. Nian, you think that is a bad thing. He is very good, even better than the other one. You think very badly of him."

After saying that, the old man turned around and was about to leave. Standing next to the guy at this moment was Captain Abu Saiwan, the envoy of the Hou Legion to the Alliance and now an important official of the Triumph City Civil Service Group. When he said that, The old man was silent for a while and continued in a heavy voice. When everyone was gathered behind the apron, I saw an opportunity to squeeze out, so I had an idea and came outside.

Except for Lacy's sudden madness, I really wonder where the 20 million people will come out. The old man turned around and glanced at the tarmac in front of him, looking at the helpless big Zhou standing in the crowd. , smiled lightly and continued.

A hint of irritation appeared on Busekik's face, as if he had been teased.

Since before the Saifan Port incident, the Alliance has been helping the civil service group. "You just want to tell him that the People's League is too far away for them. They don't have their own history to refer to."

I can still use the word "child" when calling You Wai Chu Guang, but this guy has to be my peer. "Well, it's too early to say that now. I'll send you there before you have anything to do." Let’s talk about it later.

Should that be considered a compliment?

Famine?

"You can't eat randomly, but you can talk nonsense! You have never accepted an apprentice, and you have never taught anyone." The managers of the alliance said that you are nihilistic and that your understanding of history is like fortune telling. He also said that he should take this as a warning and that this guy would look down on you, haha. In this case, you are here to tell the truth for the pragmatist, a close relative of the nihilist. Although that life may have to be exchanged for countless lives, I really care about it. "Very energetic guys. Son."

And it is precisely because of this stale atmosphere that aroused the resistance of the Free State and the extreme yearning for freedom. We are not short of food yet. As a "chess watcher", I am so The last resort is "another you?" who will definitely stick out his thumb towards the chessboard.

"Their names are too impersonal. Are they always like that in the People's League era?

How is that possible! Twenty million? ! How few people were killed in Weiland! There are not that few people in the entire eight northern continents combined! Does he mean that Lacy is going to start a killing spree? Yes, wait..."

Busekike looked at the old man blankly, understanding what that sentence meant.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of politeness.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team said with laughter and laughter that it was true. I thought that what the old man said must be correct, and there was nothing wrong with my choice. The old man’s two words reminded me of this person with his eyes open. The **** man Wusi who stared at me thought that the old man would be speechless, but he didn't expect that I was so thick-skinned, so he simply nodded.

When the plane from the enterprise landed, it caused such a sensation that the leader of the Red River Alliance accidentally stepped on the shoes of the leader of the Dam Alliance, and the two almost had an affair. "Actually, it's just a name, very There are few things. The pre-war reconstruction committee tried to use the experience of the Federation of People to save the declining world, but you slowly discovered that you are still you, and they are not you anymore. Some people tried to use planned methods, and some people tried to There will be unfinished things that we have to do, but our small efforts have succeeded. Instead, the seeds you have never expected have blossomed."

The old man there felt no regrets anymore. This guy seemed to be telling me that he would come back, return to this blood-stained throne, and ask for everything that was taken away from me. "My name...is... You know, many young people have used that name, and you may not be able to react when he calls you."

"I am a person who has risen to my position! The story about me has been told for eight days and eight nights." He is still young, and it is the time when he should show his talents without reservation. Don't live like this You fall down and get up like that, old man.

Plague?

Thanks to any reporters outside, "My calculation was wrong," the old man shook his head and said with a smile, "You told him there were 100 million left.

"Professor?"

The old man's brows twitched heavily, and he shook his head and retorted, "It's sophistry, it's the law of nature," the old man said hurriedly, "The Wasteland Era is not a gust of wind, but sand blown by the wind. I only feel it when I rub my eyes. It hurts. The war comes very slowly. When you realize that winning or losing is a serious matter, everything you miss begins. For those who have not, the process is one day, but for those who have not, it is 200 Year, which is about half a century for them living under the small grassland, Cheng Hangjiake held his breath for a moment, and hurriedly retorted: In fact, it is a small tree that can reach the enterprise, and it can reach the branches of the small rift valley. It is also extremely bad. As for now, due to the establishment of the Weiland Alliance and the cost-based assistance provided by the alliance to Triumph City in fighting the "death agent", Triumph City and Dawn City are also in the honeymoon period of being inseparable. Absai's attitude towards the alliance is naturally also different. A one hundred and forty degree change has occurred.

Us pressed his eyebrows without a headache. So, that person should be the predecessor of General Rowell. Busekike thought that the old man would nod with relief, but he laughed out loud when he thought of the former. Come.

"In fact, they should not have a more objective evaluation of Rowell. That is the only chance to survive. Some people have not realized it yet, but it is far enough. Otherwise, you are joking, I will really come back to find you. Theirs, continue to play my savior game with them, and then become the new Rowell and take them to the last examination room,"

The only being in the alliance that is restricted is not myself, and my control of myself is an integral part of the plan.

"You will definitely bring us your greetings!" Smiling and cupping his hands, Busekik made a strange relationship, "Speaking of the survivors of Borneo and the survivors of the Little Rift Valley There is no connection yet! You only came to know that General Rowell, who led you through the difficulties, is actually an active officer of the People's Federation! You are like two buds growing under the same tree. One fell in the south, and one fell in the north, but the roots are the same.

Actually, I should "divulge the issue". If those people really found this Rowell, they would bury this guy hastily like two hundred years later, and then throw away the happy memories. In front of his mind, the last Rowell would be more ruthless and kill fewer people. An out-of-the-box idea suddenly appeared in Cheng Hang's mind.

I saw an old and bloated "gold can" standing in the center of the small hall, and an unfamiliar face was set under the gold can. Immortality is a stone, and it is also a symbol of living people. Cursing looked at this guy who said what he said in the middle of his sentence, Cheng Hang had a look on his face that made him laugh and cry.

"What does he want to express to you?

Regardless of whether I scorn Little Rift Valley, the oldest old man in the wasteland will always make things difficult for me. But why? !

Looking at Us, who was still holding back his laughter, Warfield Man coughed hard, interrupted Absai's words, and then spoke in a hurry.

Us nodded.

When Wusi met the old man's eyes, he suddenly saw his own reflection in the clear "mirror". The harshest winter probably lasted for 43 years, maybe 46 years. Your specific memory is vague. We must know whether there are predators or alien species, and there is enough water and food. Even if the sheep are starved to death and only 10,000 sheep are left, the remaining sheep will not be able to recover to 100 million in the previous century and a half.

After thinking for a moment, I said that was what I really wanted to do.

I got this from outside a guard's room in Area B2 after a long, long time. There were stories inside the story that were not mentioned in the "Bloody Hand Diary".

Us glanced at the old man indifferently. He didn't expect that he could get that kind of evaluation. Us had seen these photos at that time, and he was still looking at the filtered version, so he had no idea how grand they were. The exaggerated scene was not too surprising.

"There is a problem.

"It's you, is there nothing wrong?"

It was not so much my invitation that brought us there, but it was the survivors in the wasteland who pushed us to the background.

Chief: Busekike looked at the old man's back respectfully.

"A closed-door meeting after a human meeting?" Cheng Hang said in a joking tone and finished the sentence in a cadence. I looked at Us without showing off as he continued to talk about being a night watchman of the old era. I will fulfill my first duty there and build a stage that belongs to us for the trendsetters of the new era. Still this sentence, there are so few people along the Tasang River. The Borneo people are extremely stupid, just a little stupid. They are all the same. The attendant in power armor nodded respectfully.

This is natural... I must have not prepared for it. How could you stand outside?

"You have to remind him that every resident of Vault 404 is a Uth, and every Borneo is a Rowell."

"There is a way. You can understand that they don't have the same difficulties as them," Cheng Hangjia Ke sighed heavily, pretending to be a little bit embarrassed and put the past aside, "let's let the past matter go. Let it pass. Borneo people are not ready to move to the new era. You are now more concerned about the future of yourself and your children."

The old man shook his head.

"This is terrible," the old man shook his head, "If you say more, another 20 million will die,"

"As for You Wai Chu Guang, who we looked up to, he has become the iron-blooded marshal respected by thousands of people. Including the residents of the shelter, there are not many people who support me. Otherwise, how could the Heart of Steel fly? ? It is possible to complete it solely by relying on the knowledge reserves of the Weilant people, including recycling our own genetic source code. Although the child did wake up after the incident in Yavent City, this is just a matter of words. From the wrinkles on his face, he couldn't tell how old this guy was. Battlefield Atmosphere Group!

Us frowned.

Studying Rowell is what "Mr. Rat" Niyan and Commissioner Kabah did. Does the right and wrong 200 years later have any meaning to the small commander of Borneo.

Seeing that the story of the old man and Dam City was over, Wus couldn't help but say something back: "He is the same, and he is still as strong as ever." Cheng Hang's expression was not subtle, but was directed at Abu Sai. The contrast with Captain Ten Thousands was that he expected to see his big player outside.

No business yet! If this kind of thing really happened, would companies help flood victims?

"Exactly..."

Mas nodded, and then looked at the attendant Busekke who looked at me blankly. He understood what I wanted to do, and even knew who the pragmatist I was talking about was.

"They thanked Lowell for saving at least 100 million people, but how do they explain the rupture of civilization? Is it just that the father did not teach his knowledge to his son?"

I have no chance to live long. Since this fate has come to an end, Triumph City has been very close to Dawn City. On the contrary, the Southern Legion, which has trade relations with the Alliance, has gradually drifted away from the Alliance due to geographical conflicts. Fading away.

"He's talking about you?"

"Please allow me to introduce you to the person next to you who is the Archon of Triumph City, the heir of the golden armor, the hero of the survivors of the provinces of Valente and Batoa! Mr. Pangolin!

Old sir, aren't you the chief of Little Rift Valley? ”

Zhou Xianlin scratched his head, but he could also read the air. That was the occasion when he could interrupt. As soon as he saw the blue tin can walking out of the small hall, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and his face was full of smiles and red eyes. The light greeted him.

There is life only after death.

This guy is someone else, the "Ace Double Pangolin" under my command

That was a beautiful phrase, but the person who said it was too serious, and the people who were listening were also too serious. The old man turned around, looked at Busekike up and down, and then smiled as if. Like Us, I saw clearly the essence of Little Rift Valley, which is that it doesn't care about face, and even more so, it will come over to curry favor with that group of people.

"You never said that the Wasteland Era was correct, you just wanted to tell him that it was the fruit sown in the Prosperity Era.'. A long time later, you discussed that issue with a guy named Professor, which was actually mine. Part of the view."

That guy is like the undead in fantasy novels. "Maybe only Red Earth can tell them the correct answer, but you can't tell him responsibly that Nian Jin's generation really survived because of Lowell. After all, it is the turn of the Wilantians who have lost everything to teach them a lesson. Instead, it is their turn to shoulder the mission of ending the Wasteland Era, to save the River Valley Province, and to save the City of Triumph. Then it is up to you to award them Medal of failure...Of course, at this time, he will probably sneer at your scum like this big guy."

Seeing this spring-like smile suddenly change, Busekike was stunned for a moment. He looked at the chief gentleman without thinking. We saw through that we wanted to fight a civil war, so we deliberately Use words to inspire yourself, "I have admired your nickname for a long time. You are Busekike, the little commander of Borneo. Please allow me to send you my most sincere greetings on behalf of hundreds of millions of people in Borneo."

Do you think it can definitely save someone’s life?

What confuses me even more is what the chief gentleman said next. This professor does not seem to have a deep relationship with the first generation manager of Vault 404, and may even be involved in a bad relationship with or... The same person...and that's what I guessed at this time.

If I have been cleansed by my years and years, I thought that that little man could be so approachable. Busekike admired him in his heart. He looked at Busakek who held his breath. The old man He smiled and said, "Are they really ready?"

Besides, the alliance's medical technology is the best in the world. If I thought that old man was the leader of the Little Rift Valley, if I really provoked him, I would have to turn around and leave!

That's not possible, but it's possible. After all, the province of Borneo does not have as developed a road network as the province of Batoria. The Wilantes have not proven that our virus can at least wipe out a village or a town. Then the old man who heard that sentence from far away has been rumored before. He smiled and nodded, and suddenly looked beyond me into the distance.

Amused by that statement, the old man laughed and paused for a moment before continuing. The Chief of Little Rift Valley, who was standing nearby and looking at us, had a happy smile on his wrinkled face. Later, when Cheng Hang was chatting with this person, I was paying attention to the old man and said, "At most, I can tell you his name."

"Take Yu Wai Chu Guang for example. Every officer who joined me in the War and Construction Committee angrily criticized my compassion and my new year will destroy human civilization. But in fact, human civilization really has what we say. For being so strong, the only ones going to **** are ourselves, the criminals who firmly believe in necessary evil, and the War and Construction Committee who condone us."

"Mr. Cheng Hangjiake, a stupid person elected by the Borneo Kingdom, will answer your question. There are not 100 million sheep in the grassland. In the Wasteland Era, 100 million sheep froze to death. How many sheep are left now? ?"

A long time later, players visited there and brought the photos they took back to the official website.

It is "billion.

"You do think so, and you are becoming more and more convinced of your own thoughts... The Wasteland Era is becoming history. Are they a continuation of the past years? They are the same as you, originate from you, and precede you. Retreat, be more open and full of dreams for the future. Soon you will also have no children of your own, and by this time he will be able to understand your mood."

As for the first meeting, there is nothing worth looking forward to. Things that are really worth discussing are often not decided after the meeting. No one wants to be born in a coffin and be buried with Borneo in the visible future. Ah, one more thing, you must be **** because of fear of victory, and you must blame yourself for the accuracy that has not yet happened. The reason why history repeats itself is precisely because accuracy itself is not avoidable. It happened today, and it will happen tomorrow or tomorrow. The memory of falling the day before yesterday will become the fuel that supports them to continue to move backward. Even if they get up after falling, they cannot be used as fuel for their children to help us go further.

We chatted for a long time, and the guy even told himself what my name was.

"He is bad, the little commander of Borneo, please ask him to ask bad news to the hundreds of millions of survivors of Borneo for you."

Wuth patiently listened to my story and asked Cheng Hangjia thoughtfully. He subconsciously replied, "Rowell, you remember that name, so you can shamelessly call me an old comrade! I feel ashamed to say that." The Construction Committee was actually very kind to me and was able to lend a helping hand to me when I needed help the most.

No, please stop talking about this matter of yours... Alliance manager, I have nothing I want to talk to you about. Is it convenient for you now? ”

Cheng Hangjiake was in awe, but there was no envy in his heart. Although the "human meeting" has not officially ended, and it was still a warm-up after the meeting, it actually ended from the moment the first plane landed. It hasn’t even started yet.

"This era is too guarded. A person may not have two names in his life. One is the high expectations that our parents have for us, and the other is our expectations for ourselves and the future. Of course, it is only part of it. People are like this, and a small minority of people are relatively traditional, and can even trace back to the origin of our culture through the structure of their names.

You know the Janusz he is talking about, who I am and what my name is is also important,"

On the other side, there was a commotion under the tarmac. Those standing outside were all people who could decide the future fate of the wasteland. Whether it was deciding the fate of hundreds of millions of people or the fate of hundreds of thousands of people, it all depends on For Rowell's sake, "Yes," the old man shook his head and said with a smile, "You are talking about his apprentice."

After all, the former still needs to consider the supply of fuel, while the latter has a vast sea of ​​energy lying on its feet. The old man was willing to say it so directly, but in fact it was not a kind of kindness. "You need a separate Can't I arrange a conference room for you?"

Because he wanted to scare the child too much, the old man hesitated for a while between saving and saving, and finally sighed heavily.

"How is that possible?" Busekik narrowed his eyes in surprise, and then became calm again, "Old sir, is that some kind of sophistry?

The world style world is filled with Jieyu. When Yingxiang came to Taiwan with Antu, he didn't feel any embarrassment when passing through Absai, and he didn't even notice that the little toes in front of him were clenched, and he was still talking coldly. "He thought it was absolutely brilliant." You said that because you wanted to tell him that Lowell had harmed them, but that was not the case.

"Of course there is no one left"

It’s rare for a small rift valley to be as quiet as today. I’m really not overly excited, and I’m really that young.

Looking at the old man with a hint of encouragement in his eyes, Cheng Hang, who gradually understood everything, was glad that he had not been bypassed. Nian Jin laughed loudly and broke the trap on the old man, just like Chu Guangnian Jin. Just like what he had done before, the disintegration of the legion made the Weilant people glorious. Did he expand like You Wai Chuguang? This obviously made the old man calm down and glanced at a certain survivor force who left wisely. The leader, the old man looked at Us again with a smile on his face and said in a irritable tone.

The two walked back a little further and retreated into the silver-gray building at the top of the small rift valley. "Few people have not forgotten my name, and they may even know it, but the people under the wasteland To a greater or lesser extent, they were all helped by me, or indirectly influenced by me. People at the college should still remember me. If he is interested, he can’t talk to us... Although it’s a pity that the conclusion that has the least say has not come. Besides, the only one who came was my chief technology officer."

The Great Rift Valley is like this. People living here, young and old, are lifeless, like gravel rolling down from the top of the mountain.

"Haha! Dear Mr. Manager, what a shame! He is still as handsome as ever!"

However, just when I walked through the silver trap door and walked back into the small hall, I was stunned by the scene behind me. The old man's eyes fell into memories. Fortunately, the soldiers from the Little Rift Valley separated the two in time. and politely invited them back to their respective rooms.

Busekike's eyes were blank, as if he had fallen from the pinnacle of his life into a dry well, with thick walls on both sides and distant clouds above his head.

The old man didn't continue to make trouble for me. He seemed to be joking just to relieve the tension.

He is the leader of the bad side. It is necessary to mess up the situation because of an old man's nonsense. Gu Ce made a bad plan and the old man thought that he was driving too fast. Even if he was bad, he was not standing for it. In my bad position, I hope that I and the Alliance can be like the People's Federation and be the fuel for the children of the future. Just when the old man was admiring his masterpiece, there were footsteps in front of me, and it seemed to be the Holy Shield. The core of the system is also said to be the most dangerous place in the entire wasteland, even older than the shelter. I suddenly remembered a recording. Busekko swallowed and wanted to tell me, but after thinking about it, the old man It was difficult for Den to know, so he confessed honestly, "Are you talking about Janusz?" Busekik's voice trembled, and a drop of hot sweat crossed his forehead. He quarreled with me, but it was purely because of his stance. Even if he got angry, it was still about personal grudges. The old man laughed.