This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 497: Griffin’s death

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One hundred meters underground, there is an underground nuclear bunker reinforced by concrete.

Because he imagined that the war with the Great Rift Valley would affect the vassals of Sunset Province, when General Kras ordered the construction of this nuclear bunker, he asked the engineers of the Legion to "can withstand nuclear weapons with a yield of one million tons." Construction to standards. In theory, it's absolutely safe here.

At this moment, Griffin was sitting alone at the command table in the temporary combat command room of the bunker, facing a silent radio station. There was a bandage sewn on his left arm, and there was a trace of bandage on the collar of his military uniform.

Although he was lucky enough to escape from the assassination plot a few days ago, he was not as unscathed as the outside world knew. Four shrapnels were embedded in him.

Less than 7mm from the heart, this is the closest he has ever been to death.

In order not to affect the morale of the army, he immediately ordered to move to the bunker and blocked the news that he was injured. Although in the eyes of the outside world, he was frightened by the assassination, how could he be frightened by a few assassins after so many years of military service? He felt a little excited when the other party took the initiative.

He had felt that there was an undercover agent in his army before, but he had been struggling to find who the real undercover agent was. If this trouble can be solved with one injury, there is no doubt that he will make a lot of money. At this time, the footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and soon there was a gentle knock on the door. "Please come in. The door is open.

The ones who appeared at the door were his personal guards.

Looking at the loyal soldier, Griffin said. 1"Found" "Yes, sir.

The guard nodded, but there was no snowy joy on his face, but there was a hint of seriousness between his brows. Seeing a clue on his face, Griffin frowned slightly and continued to ask. "Who is it"

"The centurion of the 3000th Corps of the 70,000th Corps and the centurion of the Officer Corps of the 60,000th Corps participated in the assassination that day_... They bribed to be in charge of the meeting that day.'

This time Griffin was silent for a long time.

The commander of the 70,000-man regiment and the 3,000-man regiment was an officer he personally promoted. He could not believe that that loyal young man would betray His Majesty the Marshal and become a spy of a company or alliance.

What worries him the most is not the backs of those few people, but the fact that this assassination actually involved two teams of ten thousand people.

This is equivalent to 40% of the troops he has! 1 After a while, Griffin slowly spoke. "Is the information accurate?" The guard nodded.

"Accurate!!! We already have reliable evidence, but we haven't alerted the enemy yet." Very good. "Griffin nodded.

However, just when he was about to make a decision, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and the words fell silent in the middle of his sentence. The guard looked hesitant and asked cautiously. "Do we need to arrest the three of them?" Griffin said softly after being silent for a moment. "Wait a minute, don't alert the enemy just yet." Yes. ’

The guard nodded slightly and respectfully exited the door. The door closes. Griffin sighed softly, relaxing his shoulders and leaning on the chair behind him.

His eyes fell on the incandescent lamp above his head inadvertently, and he suddenly felt that his fate was very similar to this lamp.

Dazzling, hot, and full of energy_However, it is destined to hang in an inconspicuous corner, and it can only illuminate one room in its lifetime. 1 As for his ambitions and ideals, he is like a small boat in the torrent of the times. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot change the mountains and rivers under the boat. Unlike officers who were born into a well-known family like McClung, he was not born into a well-known family. He was just born in an ordinary citizen family on the outskirts of Triumph City. Like most children of the Weiland people, he participated in the first junior training in his life when he was six years old.

The first time he came into contact with military life, he showed excellent leadership talent, so he was recommended by the instructor to enter the Triumph City Military Academy for training.

Talent, hard work, and a little bit of luck, his career has been smooth sailing since he joined the army. At the age of only 29, he rose from a captain of ten to a captain of ten thousand. Later, he met the person responsible in his life, General Klass, and received an olive branch from the eastward expansion faction, heading to the far east to open up the future of the legion. He still remembers what General Klass said to him ten years ago--

There is no doubt about the greatness of Mr. Qishai, but it is a pity that the Triumph City has decayed. Those who rely on their ancestors' cute wine bags and rice bags are intoxicated with the vast territory and luxurious life without thinking about progress, and have completely forgotten the hatred of a century and a half ago. , forgetting the ambition to conquer the world and forgetting unity. If they are allowed to decay, this empire that relies on war to maintain itself will one day fall apart.

"In order to prevent that day from coming, we must have an opponent who is serious enough to make us serious. We must let our territory continue to extend to the end of the world and extend forever.

Griffin still remembers how excited he was at that time, wanting to step onto the front line immediately and fire the first shot to expand the territory. Unfortunately, he soon discovered that things were not as simple as he imagined.

The far-sighted men of the eastward expansion faction died one after another during the expedition. Their sacrifices did not receive sympathy from the City of Triumph, thus strengthening the power of the eastward expansion faction. Instead, they weakened the strength of the eastward expansion faction because of the withering of talents. 2

Even after seeing the strength of the Great Rift Valley, even the commander of the Eastern Legion changed his original support for them, and his attitude became unclear. If he were young, he would have felt angry and humiliated at the betrayal of his colleagues. But now, he no longer gets angry, he only calmly thinks about how to solve the problem. Using one's own sacrifice to win the support of other factions is a wrong line in itself. 1

General Klass has paid the price with his life for this. Instead of getting charity from onlookers, it has made their political power even more marginalized. 1 In the final analysis, the other factions did not get any benefits from the expedition, but instead saw endless disasters. Only by bringing people from other factions together to advance and retreat together can it be possible to unite those mediocre people who have their own thoughts. 2

For this reason, he changed the strategy of General Klass and no longer directly planned to invade the Great Rift Valley, but took the initiative to negotiate peace with the Great Rift Valley. )

After that, he used the Luoxia Province and the mutant tribes in the Great Desert as opponents, and carefully planned victory after victory, allowing those young talents who longed to make achievements to see the hope of earning meritorious deeds. Traveling thousands of miles to support your career. 1If everything goes well.

The ancient grain-producing areas will be brought under the control of the Legion.

Even if things don't go well, other factions involved in the process will have to increase their bets on him. !

For example, the nuclear bill and the previous Saber fighter were obtained from the factions to which they belonged through his officers who belonged to other factions - especially officers from well-known families.

As for the legacy left by General Klass, he himself had long spent all of it during the expedition. And if things go extremely poorly...

He can also use the sacrifice of everyone, including himself, to unite various factions with hatred. At this time, the signal light on the radio suddenly flashed.

Seeing the flashing of the signal light, General Griffin looked solemn and immediately reached out and picked up the phone placed on the radio. Before he could speak, a familiar voice came from the other end of the receiver. "I am Joseph.

Hearing this name, Griffin felt relieved. He knew that this person was the subordinate of the commander of the Eastern Army. For him to take over the command showed that the marshal had not given up on them. 1 However, before he could relax, the second sentence that came from the receiver caused the color to drain from his face in an instant. "The Marshal has seen your plan. It's not just me who comes to Luoxia Province, but also Cohen from Triumph City." Griffin's face turned slightly pale. After a long time, he swallowed and asked. What did he say.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while. Instead of answering the question, he asked in reverse. "Are you loyal?"

Having vaguely guessed something, Griffin answered with a trembling voice.

"My loyalty to the Marshal is unquestionable." "Very well," Joseph paused for a moment and continued, "You have two choices, die as a hero, or die as a traitor. You understand me Meaning, the choice is up to you. "Griffin's Adam's apple moved. Did I do something wrong?" Joseph said calmly.

"Going to war with enterprises will not bring us any benefits, and His Majesty the Marshal thinks so too. I can understand your mood, but now is not the time to do that." This "you" is a complete draw. Clear the boundaries between them. Griffin was silent for a long time.

"I got it." "You have twenty minutes.

Without waiting for his answer, Joseph hung up the phone.

Griffin closed his eyes. 1Five minutes later, he reached out and pressed the bell on the command table. Soon, a young officer walked into the temporary command room.

His name is Karloff, he is the captain of Griffin's personal guard, and he is also his most trusted subordinate - more trustworthy than the adjutant. After standing at attention and giving a military salute in front of Griffin, Karloff said cleanly. "Sir, are you looking for me?" Griffin said slowly. "I'm going to die in a quarter of an hour. Karloff froze on the spot.

After coming back to his senses, he looked at General Griffin in surprise and said in disbelief. "What are you talking about"

"Don't panic, this is an order from His Majesty the Marshal." Griffin continued calmly, "To make a long story short, I need you to do two last things for me. The first is to declare to the public that my death was a stroke, and the second Thing.. You must keep an eye on my body. No one is allowed to come near it, no autopsy is allowed, and no one knows the cause of my death. Until my body is handed over to Joseph, he will take me back to Triumph City.

After a pause, he continued.

"Also, my suicide note is in my suitcase. Please pass it to my family for me.

Karloff's face changed with expressions of surprise, anger and disbelief. He could not believe that the great marshal would give such an order. The great legion will never sacrifice any Valantian for the sake of compromise, let alone a general with outstanding merits. Absolutely impossible!

There must be a villain behind this.

He clenched his fists, with anger flashing in his eyes, and took a step forward and said. 1"Sir, how about we do it one by one?" Griffin interrupted him.

"Don't think so. After my death, I will be awarded the honor of a hero and receive a state funeral as a general in the city of triumph_...I don't want my half-life efforts and honors to be lost because of a little It was all down to nothing because of our mistakes.”

"Promise me, Karloff, just let me go alone, not to hate any of our compatriots, not to resist." Griffin's voice took on a hint of pleading.

Karloff looked at him silently for a long time, and finally nodded slowly. "I promise you.

Seeing the young man in front of him nodding, Griffin finally had a happy smile on his face and changed into a gentle tone. "My deputy will take over command, Fort Horn will surrender to the Alliance, and ceasefire negotiations will have results in the near future... This war is over." "You will be able to go home in a while.

"Go ahead and wait for me at the door. I want to spend the last few minutes alone.

Suppressing the sadness and tears in his heart, Karloff gritted his teeth and turned his head, turning his back to his respected general and walked out of the door. Looking at the empty room and letting go of everything, Griffin felt more relaxed. Actually_

Their efforts are not in vain. 1

At least let Triumph City send a five-star captain of ten thousand to serve as governor.

With direct support from Triumph City, they will have a more powerful vassal for up to ten years. At that time, it is not a bad idea to move eastward. And their sacrifices will also become the motivation for the Wilante people to continue moving forward. There will always be people who sympathize with them.

There will always be people who continue what they have left unfinished. "The world will eventually surrender at our feet.

Griffin poured himself a glass of red wine, then reached out to open the drawer and took out a silver box the size of a cigarette box. It contains a neurotoxin capsule.

It would allow him to die painlessly and keep his body intact. "No one can kill me.

Griffin grinned, threw the capsule into his mouth, and drank the red wine in one gulp. Except myself.

After putting down the cup, he chose a comfortable position and leaned on the chair, closing his eyes. This time I can sleep longer.

Less than ten minutes after Griffin's death, the news quickly spread among the top officers of the Horn Castle, causing a storm. His deputy, General Alec, immediately took over the control of the Horn Castle and the garrison. 0

Griffin's Guard Captain Karloff cooperated with the transition of the temporary commander, but refused to hand over the general's body and declared that they would stay in the bunker until General Joseph relieved them of their orders.

Alec certainly had no need to anger Griffin's men. He and the officers who knew their defeat was certain just wanted to go home.

He ignored Gritton's affairs. The first thing he did after taking over the command was to restore communication with the Adjudicator, report the real situation in the fortress to the newly arrived governor, and communicate how to "Leaving the Horn Keep with dignity".

If they don’t want this war to continue endlessly, the Alliance soldiers surrounding the fortress should not do anything too cruel.

The alliance commander had shouted to them before that as long as they put down their weapons, they could evacuate from the safe passage designated by the alliance to the nearby river embankment, where they could obtain food and fresh water. Veliki paced back and forth in the tent.

He also just learned the news that Griffin was dead, but because the No. 5 defense area where he was located was some distance from the headquarters, he was not sure whether the news was true or false.

At this time, footsteps came from the door.

Looking at his confidant appearing at the door, Velic asked immediately. "Griffin is dead." The confidant nodded seriously. "Yes.

A hint of ecstasy suddenly appeared on Velic's face, but he quickly held it back and continued to ask while looking at his confidant. "How did he die?" The confidant hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

"Griffin's guard captain Karloff claimed that it was a stroke, but there are many doubts_They refused the military doctor to perform an autopsy on Griffin, and claimed that they would hand it over to the new commander-in-chief, General Joseph. I doubt him The cause of death may be strange. After a pause, he continued.

"---At present, the command of all the troops in Luoxia Province has been temporarily handed over to Griffin's adjutant, General Alec. I heard that he is communicating with the Governor about the dignified evacuation."

Welic asked solemnly.

"Then what do you think the real cause of Griffin's death may be?" the confidant said cautiously.

"I don't know, but Griffin has been investigating the mole who assassinated him that day... Karloff may have suspected us, so he refused to hand over Griffin's body and demanded that the body be sent to into the hands of General Joseph." "How can we..."

Velic sneered and was about to think about how it was possible. After all, no matter how stupid his colleagues were, they would not take action immediately after experiencing a failure. But he quickly thought that when the assassination failed a few days ago, he had actually secretly entrusted a powerful subordinate to kill Griffin. Could it be

That pangolin really did it

Velic had a lot on his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it was that he thought it was possible. After all, the reason for a stroke sounded really lame, and it sounded like nonsense at first glance. He had learned how cunning Griffin was. This guy couldn't have deceived all of them without two brushes. Under the heavy protection of the Guards and the bunker, he was able to kill Griffin__ without anyone noticing and escape unscathed. What is the origin of this pangolin? Weiqi thought for a long time and then said. "Fetch the pangolin for me.

The confidant standing in the camp obviously thought about it with him, and nodded seriously. "Yes.

He knew very well that his master was interested in talents. If that pangolin really has such abilities, there is no doubt that he is a worthy target. This person not only has the bravery to single-handedly decapitate the mother of deathclaws on the battlefield when one is against a thousand, but he also has the ability to decapitate a general under heavy protection. Even General McClun was full of praise for his bravery. Following Colway as a captain of thousands was really a bit humiliating. The henchman who received the order was about to turn around and leave. Veliki suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a minute-_Does he have any hobby of money, women, power, or something else?"

The confidant stopped, lowered his head and thought for a moment. "He was never flirtatious with women in the army, nor did he like gold and silver. He didn't show much pursuit of power. He didn't seem to have any other hobbies except eating!!!! He didn't seem to have any other hobbies. No preferences

It's a little tricky. But it's actually normal. Most of the wastelanders live a primitive life and have no concept of the word prosperity, so the dinar naturally has no attraction to them.

When the time comes, I will give him a manor and take him to Triumph City to see the world. I believe he will be interested in those customs. 1 By the way, I heard that he and the female reporter are very close.

If a foreigner wants to marry a Weiland girl, it’s not possible if his family doesn’t have a mine, let alone the daughter of a civil servant. In the legion, even if the status of a civilian official cannot be compared with that of a military attache, he is still an official. With an idea in mind, Wei Qi looked at him and said.

"This way...!!! Go to the kitchen, ask the chef to prepare a table of good wine and food and bring it here, and then invite the pangolin over!" The confidant nodded and responded. "Yes

At the same time, somewhere in the Horn Keep.

The battlefield atmosphere team did not know that the target he wanted to assassinate was dead, nor did they know that he had been put in the spotlight before he took action.

When he found out that his choices would affect the future plot of the game and even the direction of the version, his mood was not as happy as the fun people on the forum imagined. Looking at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, the warrior squatting in the pit cursed and complained. "Damn_...if only I could save a file.

The note was sent by Velici before, and it contained Griffin's recent itinerary. However, there is basically no difference whether this thing is present or not, because since the last assassination, Griffin has been Hiding in a bunker and barely coming out of it.

The only reliable chance is the day after tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, Gritton will go to inspect the defense area where he is located. Maybe he can take the opportunity to do something. However, it is foreseeable that there will be a large group of powerful awakened people guarding that guy. Even if he successfully finds the opportunity to shoot, he will probably be in trouble. He didn't care if Griffin died or not. 1

But it’s hard to only choose one of the two plots.

If possible, he hopes to read both the killing and non-killing plots, recycle "BE" by the way, and then choose the one with the highest profit... This is how he plays most RPG games.

However!!! That is a single player game.

In "Wasteland OL", the player's influence on the world line is permanent, so it is obviously impossible to do so.

After excerpting the contents of the note into a notebook in another world, the warlord threw it into the pit and flushed it away. 1 picked up his pants and came out of the toilet. He walked towards the barracks not far away, intending to ask Colway for his opinion before making a decision. After all, it is a life-long friendship. Colway would never harm him. 3

Of course, the most important thing was Teng Teng’s nonsense that reminded him.

When he came with General Velici that day, Brother Colway's hesitant words and tone really made him a little concerned. But he didn't have the chance to ask at the time, and he forgot about it later. The door of the barracks.

The warlord looked at the guard on duty and said, "I'm looking for Chief Colway.

Recognizing the face of the pangolin, the guard gave a military salute. "Chief Colway is not here, he went over there." As he said that, he pointed in the west direction. "Thank you.

The warlord nodded and walked in the direction pointed by the guard. Sure enough, he saw Colway next to a tent where debris was piled up.

I saw him sitting on the concrete steps smoking a cigarette, looking at the rows of concrete fortifications on the distant position and the setting sun in a trance. He didn't even realize that the cigarette butts had burned to the edge of his fingers.

Hearing the footsteps next to him, he turned around and looked over. "You're here"

Warman nodded, walked over and sat down next to him. "General Velich sent me a letter.

After dusting off the ashes from his cigarette butt, Colway said a little irritably. "He urges you to take action." Warfield Man nodded.

"Well, he provided General Griffin's itinerary. The day after tomorrow is the only chance. After listening to his words in silence, Colway spoke.

"Inspection the day after tomorrow... You shouldn't tell me this kind of thing. If I were Griffin's man, you would be dead by now." Warfield rolled his eyes in his heart. Stop bragging.

You are a direct descendant of McClun, how could he have found you without Velici! Being dull and taciturn is just his personality, he is not really stupid. But...

There is no need to say those words.

"I believe you," Warfield Man shook his head, looked at him seriously and said, "You will always be my commander." Hearing these words, an expression appeared on Colway's face. A smile of relief. I didn't expect that I also had a confidant, but soon the happy smile became tinged with a hint of loneliness.

Looking at the sunset in the distance, he sighed and said. "I'm glad to hear you say that. It would be great if everyone was like you." "Like me?" Warfield Man was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he said that. "That's right, loyal, brave, and magnanimous.!! Without a trace of falsehood. Colewei nodded his cigarette **** and said this casually.

However, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. The old war guy sitting next to him blushed involuntarily and looked away in embarrassment.

It’s okay to be like me!!

All the people in Weiland are like me, that army will be finished soon. After coughing, the warlord changed the topic away from himself, "What about you?"

"Me?" A trace of confusion appeared in Colway's pupils, and he shook his head after a long time, "I'm... not sure. Battlefield Letter gave him a surprised look.

I didn’t expect that this guy who always talks about loyalty would be so hesitant. Colway paused and continued.

"How to put it...the loyalty I understand is the loyalty of one heart and the unity from the bottom up, but what I saw is not like that. When he said this, he felt abnormal in his heart Complex.

When he was just a centurion, he had never thought so much.!!! It wasn't until after McClun's death that he was promoted to centurion by Griffin and assigned to Velich's ten thousand troops. Gradually, I came into contact with the inside information that I had previously been unable to access. The actual legion was not a hemp rope with thousands of silk threads twisted into one as he imagined, but a blanket made of wool threads that twisted left and right. Just like now.

General Griffin wants everyone to die with him.

In order to realize his long-cherished wish to conquer the Great Rift Valley, in order to unite all the timid Confucians and competing factions, in order to expand the territory of the legion to the east of the Great Desert, he does not mind dying!!! This It was his loyalty to the legion and to the marshal. 1

However, Welich and other subordinate captains did not want to die with the madman. They wanted Griffin to die to end this stupid war. They believed that this was their loyalty to His Majesty the Marshal. .

Everyone is doing things that he cannot understand in the name of loyalty, and everyone has their own understanding of loyalty. So what is loyalty?

He even couldn't help but began to wonder whether he, who had never considered this, could be called loyal, and which side he was on was the right one... Looking at the confused Colway, Warlander didn't know how to comfort him. , he could only follow his taciturn character and asked in a low voice. 1 "What should I do?" "I don't know, my dear friend.

Colway sighed, threw away the cigarette **** in his hand and stamped it out.

Clapping his hands and standing up, he looked at his comrade next to him who had experienced life and death together, forced a smile from his face, and patted his shoulder hard. "There will always be times when people need to make their own choices, just go ahead and do it... Follow your heart, no matter how you choose, I won't blame you." "To be honest, I don't really believe everyone here, But I believe in you." You must be the most loyal.

Warman nodded and watched as Colway's back disappeared around the corner not far away. Very wrong.

This "good brother" is destined to be disappointed.

He is not the "most loyal" at all, but as long as there is a little bit of Valantian blood in his veins, the things he does are enough to make him go to **** after death. Not surprisingly, he is probably the only spy here. After all, in such a short period of time, the Alliance had no time to deploy other intelligence personnel in the legion and build an intelligence network. Of those arrested before, 80% of them were wrongfully accused. "It's difficult to deal with."

Shaking his head, Warfield Man stood up with a headache. According to the schedule provided by General Velici, the day after tomorrow is the best opportunity. No matter what, he must make a decision as soon as possible. Only in this way can he gain support from Velici.

For example, help him prepare weapons in advance, or create commotion at a specific time.

There are many powerful awakened people among Griffin's guards, including second-stage or even third-stage experts, and even players similar to the perception system. In addition, the failed assassination some time ago has made Griffin alert, and he himself is cautious by nature. It is conceivable that this task is not easy. ...If the assassination fails, or if the assassination succeeds but the identity is exposed, the pangolin's mission is considered over. "Would you like to say goodbye to the NPC you know?

Thinking of the female reporter named Penny, the nurse who told him jokes while bandaging his wounds, and the question that he thought he was too edible, the warlord scratched the back of his head. never mind.

No matter how you say it, you are still an undercover agent.

Now that the mission is completed, let’s meet again by chance. At this moment, two people walked up not far away. The warlord recognized them both. They were General Velich's men. One of the henchmen walked up to him and whispered with twinkling eyes. General Velich invites you to come. Are we discussing the specific details of the action?

Deciding to play out his character as a ruthless person who doesn't talk much until the end, the warlord looked calm and relaxed, and nodded lightly. "Yeah.

Perhaps he was stunned by his "powerful spirit". The battlefield atmosphere team clearly felt that the eyes of the two guys looking at him were instantly different, as if they were looking up to a real master.

Is it an illusion

While he was pondering in his mind, he had already followed the three of them to the door of Welich's tent.

The two stood consciously by the door, one on the left and one on the right. After glancing at the two people with respectful expressions, the warlord didn't think much and strode towards the tent alone. There is a table inside the snow tent.

It was filled with sumptuous food and wine, including his favorite roasted pig's trotters, stewed beef, roasted fish and chicken, and his favorite chicken soup. A month ago, no one cared about this big fish and meat meal, but now that the supplies in the fortress are running low, it is still difficult to prepare such a table. Warlander couldn't help but swallow. Good guy.

Are you going to give yourself a farewell

It seems that when he sent him the itinerary, the guy had already tacitly agreed on which day he would take action. Velich, wearing a military uniform, sat directly opposite the dining table.

The expression on his face was hard to tell. It was hard to tell whether it was gratitude, reverence, fear, or a little bit of both. Since it was a farewell ceremony for him, Zhan Jie Xin was not polite and sat down across the dining table in an open manner.

Just when he was about to get straight to the point and state his decision, Captain Velichan did not wait for him to speak. He took the lead in raising a glass filled with red wine and said solemnly.

"On behalf of the hundreds of officers at Fort Horn and the more than 50,000 soldiers here... thank you for everything you have done for all of us! Hearing this inexplicable thank you, the warlord was immediately stunned. Ye. We haven’t started yet.

Outside store.

Isn't it too early to thank you now?

Sitting there motionless for two seconds, he frowned and asked. "What did I do"

This sentence originally had no profound meaning.

But combined with his calm and calm expression, this ordinary question sounded to Wei Qi's ears with a hint of knowingly asking.

Welic immediately understood what he meant, smiled knowingly, and gave Comrade Pangolin sitting opposite an "I understand" wink.

"Understood! You didn't do anything! On this day worthy of celebration, let's not mention that unlucky madman! "War Guy""

Before the taciturn master could speak, Velic drank all the red wine in the glass and greeted him warmly with a smile on his face. "Eat quickly. This table is prepared for you

"Don't worry, you don't have to worry about being too public and arousing suspicion from others. General Alec, who is acting as commander, is one of ours...Griffin is dead. Even if there are his concubines here, those Guys can only behave with their tail between their legs."

"It's over! Thanks to you, this stupid war is finally over! When I get back to Triumph City, I'll take you to eat something good! Griffin is dead? Hearing the news, Warfield Man looked at him with a look on his face Cherish the pussy.

Combined with Velic's sudden enthusiastic attitude, he immediately realized that this guy probably thought that the assassin who committed the crime was himself. No wonder...

Griffin was sitting in the bunker fine. Unless someone was assassinating him, he couldn't have hit his head against the wall and died, right? But this thing is too strange.

Silently, he grabbed a piece of chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. Under Wanfu Chang's smiling eyes, the warlord ate it without any ceremony. No matter what, it's not like he has trouble with food, and he happens to be hungry too.

If the captain wants to misunderstand, just let him misunderstand. Anyway, if he doesn't express his position, the guy won't be able to say it everywhere, let alone investigate the cause of Griffin's death in a boring way.

As for silence, that is even more impossible.

Don’t say that there is no evidence to prove that you did it. Even if there is evidence, so what?

Griffin's direct lineage has been suppressed, and the new governor is from Triumph City. The eastward expansion faction is finished. All those who support the ceasefire will regard him as "one of their own." The warlord suddenly felt melancholy. I didn't expect Griffin to die like this.

But having said that, this battle is 90% over. Has my undercover mission been completed? He hasn't archived files for half a year.