"Go in, this will be your new home from now on."
The prison at Sailsport.
This fortress built of granite is probably one of the few buildings in the Sifan Harbor area that has not been baptized by gunfire.
And the floor he was on was located deep underground in the prison - a place used to hold serious criminals.
Listening to the cynicism of the jailer behind him, the battlefield atmosphere team didn't bother to pay attention to the little shrimp and walked in calmly.
He glanced left and right, even with a bit of novelty in his eyes.
This cell is quite simple, and it is really simple. There is only one toilet and one bed, and the toilet is right next to the bed. When eating, you may have to put the bowl on the toilet lid.
The four walls were completely black, and there wasn't even a window for ventilation. The few exhaust vents were on the ceiling outside the fence.
I want to fucking stink myself to death...
The warlord couldn't help but complain in his heart.
But fortunately, this room is a single room, so you don't have to crowd with other prisoners. I think the person who ordered him to be locked up was not worried about being too close to other people.
Just as the battlefield atmosphere team was carefully looking at their future new home, the fence door behind them closed with a loud "ding", and then there was the sound of the iron door closing on the floor.
"MMP, is it okay to go to jail in the game...is the experience of going to jail so real?"
I'm afraid this dog has not been inspected on the spot.
The warlord sighed and sat on the bed.
As a good young man, he had never been to a detention center, but he didn't expect to have the opportunity to experience it in the game.
To put it bluntly, this experience is quite novel.
It's just a bit boring.
Just when he was thinking about whether to hang up and go offline to play two games, there were sudden sounds of footsteps outside the lonely cell.
The cell door, which had been closed for only a short time, was suddenly pushed open with a "squeak" sound.
Hearing the noise, the warlord immediately became energetic, stood up, walked to the fence gate and looked out.
I saw a Wilant soldier with a gun on his back, escorting a dark group of people in.
By a rough count, he found that there must be forty or fifty people imprisoned.
The warlord was a little confused, and he was stunned by the actions of the Weirant people.
What the hell do you want to do?
After driving the last person into the prison with the butt of his rifle, the Valantian soldier said in a cold tone.
"The cells above are full, so you can just stay here."
After saying these words, the Wilante man closed the door heavily, as if he was not worried at all about the prisoners standing in the corridor causing trouble.
Or……
Do they really want this group of people to make some noise?
The warlord was secretly alert.
Observing the helpless prisoners standing in the prison cell, he searched the crowd and finally picked out the most honest-looking young man.
Drawing the man's attention with his eyes, the warlord waved to him, motioning him to come to the fence gate, looking at him and asking curiously.
"Who are you?"
The honest young man replied immediately
"family."
The warlord was confused.
"Family? What the hell?"
Seeing the confused look on the prisoner's face, the young man explained patiently.
"We are a family association, an organization established by family members and belong to their own families... A few of them over there are members of the Black Rat Gang."
As he spoke, he pointed to the dozen or so people in the corner of the corridor.
The warlord looked along his index finger and saw a few guys with Mickey Mouse tattoos on their arms standing in the corner of the crowd. Their ferocious looks did not look like good people at first glance.
"Then...how did you get in?"
Speaking of the reason for coming in, the young man stared angrily at the dozen strong men in the corner of the crowd and lowered his voice.
"It was the Black Rat Gang who made the first move. They used Molotov cocktails to set our house on fire! We then beat them out... and were eventually beaten by the Weirant people."
The warlord was a little confused.
"Then...why did they click on you?"
The young man said without hesitation.
"They fear our unity!"
Warlander: "..."
Although the dialogue was completely incorrect, he still roughly understood the whole story.
It was a gang fight that lasted a long time.
Those big-nosed people didn't care. Most likely, as soon as they saw the fire, they led people to surround the whole street and arrested every one of them.
Although the young man was still saying with indignation that they were the ones who made the first move, the warlord was no longer interested in knowing the details. Instead, he became interested in the family.
They are not like a simple gang. Ordinary gangs do not organize students to take classes. Instead, they not only take classes, but also "deconstruct" the production and labor relations of society, and these things have never happened in other parts of Borneo Province.
There have been.
For example, according to the young man, the work of the family members was given by the family members, and the families were raised by the family members. Therefore, they did not owe anyone anything. Instead, the docks and Weiland people took away what belonged to them.
of blood and sweat.
Another example is that giving birth is an honor, while raising a child is a gift, etc.
The "division of labor and cooperation" that was originally the cornerstone of human society was repackaged into something else in a religious way. To this end, they also invented some proper nouns, but they did not give specific measurement units and calculation methods.
.
For example, how to calculate gifts and honors, how much honor is worthy of how many gifts, and how to weigh things that cannot be quantified and counted on a scale. These specific issues are confused by abstract concepts.
Of course, it is not ruled out that Zaid answered these questions in a certain class, but the young man was not good at studying and forgot about it.
However, this is not the key. Iron tube rifles are also rifles. After all, theoretical weapons are available. And they not only compile scriptures, but also design some more practical tools for themselves.
For example, the six colored levels, such as the promotion system, etc. These things are similar to the players' contribution levels.
It's just that the warlords don't feel comfortable listening to it.
This green trash, purple divine outfit, golden legend...why does it look like it was copied from a real-life RPG online game?
Maybe some idiot is playing "off-site" and "taking the dross and discarding the essence" of reality and passing it on to the NPC.
The young man was still talking non-stop, and became more and more energetic as he talked.
"...Zeed also told us that as long as everyone in the entire wasteland is a family, the Wasteland Era will naturally end. The matter was originally very simple, but people outside Borneo Province are too greedy."
The warlord had a headache after hearing this. He pressed his index finger between his eyebrows, trying to sort out the confusing logic.
"I admit that some of what you said is right. We also feel that the wastelanders outside are too greedy and always want more... Well, I mean people other than the Velant people. So you are all ready
Did you go to save the wasteland?"
so close!
The identity of the undercover agent was almost exposed!
Fortunately, the young man didn't catch any clues, or didn't realize at all that the guy in front of him was actually an "honorary Wilante", so he just continued proudly.
"That will happen sooner or later. We will eventually save everyone in the wasteland."
Warlander: "..."
If there is no problem with his understanding of the version, this version should be "players who have ended their own wasteland will save the survivors in other areas of the wasteland."
Borneo Province is the wasteland with the largest population and the largest territory on the Central Continent. He would like to advise this guy to save himself first, as long as he doesn't cause trouble to others.
"Would that family...understand?"
Warlander said with a wry smile.
"I'll leave it alone...I'm not smart, so I'll probably hold you back."
The young man had a pityful expression on his face, as if he felt sorry for him.
However, although the Warlanders didn't listen to his words at all, the guys from the Black Rat Gang did.
Not only that, each and every one of them was attracted by the young man's impassioned speech, and the more they listened, the more their eyes shone.
"Fuck!"
"What a great idea you have!"
"Damn it! I have long thought that the Black Rat Gang has no future. Those gangsters say they are good to us, but they all want to make money from me... I might as well get along with you."
“Count me in too!”
Most of the gangs in Saifan Port emerged after the tragedy, which took more than a month. Naturally, most of the gang members had no loyalty at all.
And things were so big tonight, the fire almost burned half of the slum, and I don't know how many people died.
When dawn comes tomorrow, the Weiland people will definitely have to liquidate them. Jumping off the ship at this time is also to avoid punishment...
At least that's what the minions think.
In their opinion, their Black Rat Gang is definitely doomed!
The young man from the family gathering was open to everyone who came, and he even forgot about his previous hatred and said with a hearty smile.
"No problem! We are all family members from now on! I will take you to register when we get out!"
A pair of eyes became hot, like candlelight in the darkness, lighting up a glimmer of hope.
The warlord was just about to taunt, "You're tall, aren't you just a legend? If you change the map, even a kid would know it's a lie," but he happened to catch the fiery eyes of the gang members.
They were really moved.
Looking at the people gathered in a circle to listen to the lecture, the warlord squatting in the cell fell into silence.
All right.
It was him who was hasty...
…
Later, when the warlords were observing, they learned that the young man giving the lecture was called A Ming, and he was just an ordinary family member with no color.
That is, "whiteboard equipment".
But according to their rules, after tonight, there must be no problem with being a green family member.
If you can get out alive...
Listening to the young man's eloquent lectures, the warlord couldn't help but doze off, unable to hold on any longer and preparing to log off.
Several young men stared directly at him, or rather at the toilet next to his bed.
This thing is also a novelty for them, after all, it is not available in other cells.
"Brother, how did you get imprisoned?"
"Why do you live in a single room?"
"That's right, why do you have a separate cell and we are all in the corridor?"
The warlord raised his eyelids, looked at the young people gathered in front of the fence, and said with a smile.
"Me? I've committed more crimes than you."
Several young people looked at each other and looked at him with regret.
"What a shame."
Seeing that they were concerned about him again, the warlord smiled and shook his head.
"You should pay more attention to yourselves and find a way to survive tomorrow."
After saying that, he closed his eyes, stopped listening to the chatter outside the fence gate, and leaned against the corner to "sleep".
A night of silence.
The warlord went offline and played in the alliance for a while, enjoying the ultimate bad breath. When he came online, he found that the group of people in the corridor had been taken away, leaving only turmeric with urine and feces on the ground.
The Vaillant people did not prepare cells or barrels for them, so they just solved it on the spot.
The soaring stench made him frown, and he instantly understood the sinister intentions of these big noses.
Good guy!
If you can't beat him clearly, why don't you just use this three-way trick to make him sick?
The Warlander pinched his nose with a frown on his face, his stereotype of the Willant people getting worse in his mind.
At this time, the clatter of chains and footsteps were heard outside the prison door.
As the iron door opened, Penny carrying a lunch box squeezed in through the crack in the door.
When he saw Penny, the warlord was obviously stunned. He didn't expect that this girl would actually come to visit him.
And he was not the only one who was stunned. After seeing the mess in the prison, Penny's face instantly turned pale. She didn't know whether she was angry or smoked.
"They... actually locked you up in a place like this!"
What's the glory of the Valeant people!
These shameless guys!
The warlord made a helpless expression, but he thought it was reasonable.
"It wasn't like that at first, but last night they suddenly brought a group of people in. I was thinking that something was wrong, and it was as expected... Fortunately, I fell asleep when they took off their pants, otherwise it would have been
The picture must be quite eye-catching.”
With the food that poor people eat, it is still difficult to have such a hearty meal.
The Weirant people probably brought them rice, and maybe they even mixed something into the rice.
However, he had no evidence, so he could only endure it for the time being.
Looking at Penny walking quietly across the puddle of filth, the warlord paused and continued.
"...By the way, why are you here?"
Penny said softly.
"I'm here to bring you food... I'm afraid you're hungry."
Delivering food is okay...
It should be noon outside now, and the warlord does feel a little hungry.
But smelling the soaring smell, he had no appetite at all.
Thinking she saw the troubled look on his face, Penny was silent for a while, bit her lip and said.
"...I'll go find my uncle and ask him to change your cell!"
The warlord sighed and said.
"Don't embarrass your uncle. This is beyond his authority. The one who arrested me is Guion."
"Then I'll go find that Gulion!" Penny gritted her teeth and said.
"Are you crazy?" Glancing at this one-sided girl, the warlord couldn't help but complain, "That guy has a higher military rank than your father. What's the use of looking for him? I told you not to be here.
We are waiting at the port. Take my advice and quickly find a ship to go home. Maybe there will be a solution after we return to Triumph City."
"I won't go anywhere until I make sure you are safe!" Penny stared at him intently.
After a moment, her tone suddenly softened again, and she continued softly.
"Don't worry about me. I know you are doing it for my own good, but staying here is not my own willfulness, it is also my father's intention."
The warlord was stunned for a moment.
"Your father? Mr. Bennot?"
Looking at the surprised look in the pangolin's eyes, Penny nodded seriously.
"That's right, the Civil Service Group will not give up on you. His friends in Triumph City have already begun operations. They will do their best to extradite you to Triumph City."
Upon hearing these words, the expression on Warfield Man's face gradually changed from surprise to incredulity.
That Benoit would actually protect him?
Shocked!
This is unscientific!
"...There are no ships going back in the whole port. The Southern Army has sealed the port." When she said this, Penny's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, "So don't urge me to go back, just let me
I’ll send you meals for a while.”
"Wait a minute, the port is closed?" Warlord was stunned for a moment and asked anxiously, "What happened outside?"
Penny shook her head.
"I don't know the specifics. I heard that someone set the fire last night. It seemed to be a fight between gangs? Anyway, there is a crackdown outside right now. I heard that many people were shot."
fire.
It's fire again.
The warlord couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with the feng shui of Xifan Port, and the five elements were lacking fire.
But unlike the last fire, this time it didn't cause a big fuss. No one organized the troublemakers, and no one was burned out.
Since even the Legion characterized this as a gang fight, the fire might have been an accident.
Thinking of those young men with glistening eyes just now, the warlord couldn't help but smacked his tongue and muttered a few sins silently in his heart.
Hope those guys are okay.
Although their brains don't work very well, they are actually not bad people.
However, it is precisely this kind of people who are easiest to listen to and take advantage of.
"...I always feel that there will be no peace in Xifan Port. If you can leave here, it would be better to leave as soon as possible."
Looking at the pangolin who was still worried about her own safety, Penny's cheeks turned redder.
Speaking of which, it was the same before.
This guy is clearly doing the most dangerous things, but he always doesn't take his own safety into consideration. Instead, he cares about her, an outsider.
"Don't worry, I will take care of myself... Eat it while it's hot before it gets cold."
As she said that, she handed the lunch box in her hand out, but it happened to be stuck by the fence of the fence gate.
Penny looked a little embarrassed. She wanted to turn the lunch box over, but she was worried that the contents would spill out, so she tried back and forth for a long time, but she couldn't get it in.
The two stared at each other for a long time, and finally Penny blushed and whispered.
"How about...I feed you?"
Looking at that suddenly shy face, the warrior's Adam's apple moved unconsciously.
He suddenly felt that the air around him was not so sour.
"Well...thank you."
"No, you're welcome..."
Blushing, Penny hurriedly opened the lunch box and almost dropped the spoon on the ground, but fortunately, the warlord caught it quickly with quick eyes and hands.
When he handed the spoon back to her, Penny suddenly realized that this guy could actually eat by himself through the fence gate.
However, both of them tacitly understood each other and remained silent.
This meal lasted for an hour.
Looking at the clean bowl and the pretty face that was red and bleeding, the battlefield atmosphere team just felt that they were full in every sense of the word...
…
I don’t know if it’s because of Triumph’s reputation or because of Penny’s father.
On the second day after eating that meal, the Warlander suddenly discovered that the Valantian soldiers had subdued themselves and sent a rat tribe cleaner over to clean up all the excrement and water in the corridor.
Although the smell in the cell was still very strong, it was much better than before.
Just like that, another week passed before I knew it.
These days, Penny has been delivering food to him and bringing news from outside from time to time.
On the one hand, the severe crackdown at Saifan Port continues.
However, I don’t know if there is someone behind the scenes. The “AOE-style” crackdown on various gangs has turned into a one-sided group fight specifically targeting the family association.
This is actually a bit strange.
Logically speaking, family members are still victims no matter what. It is understandable that they each receive fifty blows, but it is confusing if they receive all the blows.
Even if the slave owner is too lazy to reason with the slaves, he is not going against the grain, right?
With the idea of breaking the casserole and getting to the bottom of it, he sorted out the questions in his mind and posted them on the forum. After an analysis by an old friend, he finally solved the confusion.
According to the comments of an old man who seems to know a lot about it, the severe crackdown was probably not personally planned by General Gulion. It was probably the same as pouring excrement into his cell. It was probably the idea of the people below.
If the people below made the decision themselves, then the way to deal with the problem would be too flexible.
Maybe other gangs have stepped up their efforts, and the families of those who don’t accept help will have no money to support them, so they are singled out and used as role models.
Maybe it was because other gangs were easier to manage, but the family was too big and difficult to manage, so it was a hidden danger to keep him, so he was simply dragged out to kill the fat pig.
It is even possible that he is someone from the alliance in the family association. After all, the name of this gang is very funny, and it sounds like it was made up by a certain player.
These reasons are all possible, and there is a high probability that it is not just one reason, but a combination of many reasons.
The final result of this farce was that the family was ostracized by various gangs, and then suffered the butcher's knife of the legion.
Just pity those innocent people, they didn't make any mistakes, but they have to bear the worst results...
On the other side, the severe crackdown on West Sail Port did not affect the Willant people living in the port.
Although the top brass of the legion have never taken the lives of their compatriots seriously, they are fundamentally different from the Xilan Empire who treats their own people as livestock.
Honorable Weirants are protected by law and enjoy the highest civil rights according to law, even pangolins, "honorable Weirants", are the same.
This is why others say he will be killed, but he is still in jail waiting for the trial to begin.
According to Penny, the local Willant people, led by a businessman named Yalman, established the West Sail Port Citizen Autonomous Association, and in the name of the Autonomous Association, they put pressure on the Southern Army, asking them to maintain
Restrain yourself, refrain from actively provoking war, and release yourself unconditionally.
There is of course the support and even the instigation of the Triumph City civil servant group behind this.
However, their sincerity in not giving up is also extremely true.
When he heard Penny talk about this incident, although the warlord didn't say many words of thanks, he was still very touched in his heart.
Those who survived were grateful for their kindness.
They have not forgotten themselves who saved them, even if they did not actually do as much as others, even if they saved only more than two hundred people...
Thanks to this united force, the Southern Legion has not made things difficult for him recently, at least it no longer does such heartless things as "bringing a group of people in to defecate anywhere."
The days passed like this, and March came in a blink of an eye.
The province of Borneo has officially entered the rainy season. It rained several times a day in Saigon Port, and a typhoon even passed through during the period, blowing the shacks on the street topsy-turvy.
The crackdown outside seems to have finally ended.
After cracking the whip, the Southern Legion took out candies from their pockets and began spending money to mobilize grassroots organizations, including the gangs that controlled the docks, to repair damaged houses and clean up the streets buried by garbage.
This is not because they are so kind, but because war is about to break out.
They need to ensure the smooth flow of traffic, the operation of factories, docks and various infrastructures, and ensure that the grassroots forces that maintain these infrastructures can be used by them.
They don't mind spending a few more dinars for this, since they will get more soon.
Although there was a storm outside, it had no impact on the warlord squatting in the dungeon.
Not to mention the wind, you can't even hear the sound of rain in this damn place. At most, it's a bit uncomfortable when the sewers are flooded.
However, these are actually trivial matters and have no impact on his life.
Under Penny's careful feeding day and night, the warlord even felt that he had gained weight, although the weight was not obvious.
Now that he is online every day, in addition to waiting for meals to be served, he has another task: doing push-ups.
One day in early March.
As usual, Field Man was exercising on the bed, when Penny, carrying a lunch box, suddenly opened the cell door and walked in from the outside.
She came earlier than usual today, and she looked nervous, as if something big had happened.
The warlord immediately jumped off the bed, looked at her and asked.
"What happened outside?"
Penny said quickly.
"Gurion has arrived at Sailsport! With him are the people from the Military Court of the Southern Legion!"
After hearing this, Warfield finally understood the reason for her nervous expression.
I did it for a long time because I was worried about myself.
However, compared to Penny, who was worried, he was not panicked at all, and even felt a little relieved.
After being held in jail for a whole month, his bones were almost moldy!
The court day has finally arrived!
This chapter has been completed!