One hundred meters below the Hornburg, 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 use it as a standard to "withstand nuclear weapons with a yield of one million tons."
Construction. In theory, it is absolutely safe here.
At this moment, Griffin was sitting alone at the command table in the bunker's temporary combat command room, facing a silent radio. There was a bandage sewn on his left arm, and a little bandage leaked from the collar of his military uniform.
Mark of.
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 his gun.
Less than 7mm from his heart, this was the closest he had 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, but he had been in the army for so many years, how could he be killed by several assassins?
Scared? The other party took the initiative, but he felt a little excited.
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 he could solve this problem with one injury, he would undoubtedly make a lot of money. At this time, there were footsteps outside the door.
Getting closer and closer, and soon there was a gentle knock on the door. "Please come in. The door is open."
Appearing at the door were his personal guards.
Looking at the loyal soldier, Griffin said. 1 "Found it" "Yes, sir."
The guard nodded, but there was no snowy joy on his face. Instead, there was a hint of seriousness between his brows. Seeing a clue from 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 the people in charge of the meeting that day.'
Griffin was silent for a long time this 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 in 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 said, "Is the news 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 his 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 was silent for a moment and said softly, "Wait a minute, don't alarm the snake yet. "Yes.'
The guard nodded slightly and exited the door respectfully. The door closed. Griffin sighed softly, relaxed his shoulders and leaned on the chair behind him.
His eyes inadvertently fell on the incandescent lamp above his head, and he suddenly felt that his fate was very similar to this lamp.
Dazzling, hot, and full of energy_However, he is destined to hang in an inconspicuous corner and can only illuminate one room in his entire life. 1 As for his ambitions and ideals, they are like a small boat in the torrent of the times.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not change the mountains and rivers under the boat. Unlike officers from a well-born family like McClun, he was not born into a well-known family, but was born into an ordinary citizen family on the outskirts of Triumph City. Unlike most Willantes,
Like all human children, he participated in the first junior training course 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 for his life.
--General Klass, and received an olive branch from the eastward expansion faction, and went 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 Lord 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. They have completely forgotten the hatred and hatred of a century and a half ago.
The ambition to conquer the world has forgotten 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 that can make us serious, and we must let our territory continue to extend to the end of the world, and extend forever.
Griffin still remembered 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 Triumph City, which strengthened the power of the eastward expansion faction. On the contrary, it weakened the power 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 feel betrayed by his comrades
Angry and humiliated. But now, he will no longer be angry, and will only calmly think about how to solve the problem. Using his own sacrifice to win the support of other factions is a wrong line in itself. 1
General Klass paid the price with his life for this, which not only did not get charity from onlookers, but made their political power even more marginal. 1 In the final analysis, other factions did not get any benefits from the expedition, but only saw infinite
Endless disasters. Only by bringing people from other factions to advance and retreat together can it be possible to unite those mediocre people with their own thoughts. 2
For this reason, he changed General Klas's strategy and no longer directly sought 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 desert as opponents, and carefully planned victory after victory, allowing those young talents who longed to make achievements to see the hope of achieving meritorious deeds, traveling thousands of miles
Come and support your career.1 If all goes well.
The ancient grain-producing areas will be brought under the control of the Legion.
And even if things don't go smoothly, other factions who are involved in their interests 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 the officers under his command who belonged to other factions - especially the officers from well-known families.
As for the legacy left by General Klass, he himself had already spent all of it during the expedition. And if the progress is extremely unsatisfactory...
He could 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 to pick up the phone placed on the radio. Before he could speak, a familiar voice came from the other end of the receiver. "I'm Joseph.
Hearing this name, Griffin breathed a sigh of relief. 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 call came from the receiver.
The second sentence that came immediately made his face lose all color in an instant. "The marshal has seen your plan. It's not just me who came to Luoxia Province, but also Cohen from Triumph City.
"Griffin's face turned slightly pale. After a long time, he swallowed and asked what he said.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while. Instead of answering the question, he asked instead, "Are you loyal?"
After vaguely guessing 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 know what I mean, how?
The choice is yours." 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" completely drew a line between them.
Griffin was silent for a long time.
"I get it." "You have twenty minutes."
Without waiting for his answer, Joseph hung up the phone.
Griffin closed his eyes. Five minutes later, he reached out and pressed the bell on the command desk. 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. He stood at attention in front of Griffin and gave a military salute. Karloff was clean
He said neatly. "My lord, 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 the last two things for me. The first is to declare to the public that the cause of my death was a stroke, and the second...
You must guard my body and no one can come near it, no autopsy can be done, and no one can know the cause of my death until my body is handed over to Joseph, who will take me back to the Triumphal 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 His Majesty the Great Marshal would give such an order. The great legion would never sacrifice any Wilant person for the sake of compromise, let alone
It is possible to sacrifice a general with outstanding merits. Absolutely impossible!
There must be some villain behind this.
He clenched his fists, with anger flashing in his eyes, and stepped forward and said, "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 ruined because of a small mistake."
All in vain.”
"Promise me, Karloff, just let me go alone, don't hate any of our compatriots, don't resist." There was a hint of pleading in Griffin's voice.
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 gratified smile on his face and changed into a gentle tone. "My deputy will take over the command, the Horn Fort will surrender to the Alliance, and the ceasefire negotiations will be held."
There will be 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.
Holding back 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 the door. Looking at Griffin who had put everything down in the empty room, he felt relaxed.
.actually_
Their efforts are not meaningless.1
At least let Triumph City send a five-star captain to serve as governor.
With direct support from Triumph City, they will have a more powerful vassal in at most ten years. By then, it is not a bad idea to move eastward. And their sacrifices will also become the motivation for the Weirant people to continue to move forward. In summary
There will be people who sympathize with them.
There will always be people who continue their unfinished business." 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 contained a neurotoxin capsule.
It allows him to die painlessly and keeps 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 for myself.
After putting down the cup, he chose a comfortable position and leaned on the chair, closing his eyes. This time he could sleep longer.
Less than ten minutes after Griffin's death, the news quickly spread among the senior officers of the Horn Fort, causing a storm. His deputy, General Alec, immediately took over the control of the Horn Fort and the garrison.
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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.
Of course, Alec had no need to anger Griffin's men. He and the other officers who knew their defeat was certain just wanted to go home.
He didn't care about 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 deal with it decently.
"Leaving from the Horn Keep".
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 previously shouted to them that as long as they put down their weapons, they could evacuate to the nearby river embankment through the safe passage designated by the alliance, where they could obtain food and fresh water. Velich paced back and forth in the camp.
He also just learned the news that Griffin was dead, but because the No. 5 defense zone 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, Velici immediately asked. "Griffin is dead." The confidant nodded seriously. "Yes."
A hint of ecstasy suddenly appeared on Wei Qi's face, but he quickly held it back. He looked at the confidant and continued to ask, "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 the cause of his death."
There was something 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."
Velic asked with a solemn expression.
"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 asked that the body be sent to General Joseph.
"In our hands." "How can we..."
Velici sneered and was about to think about how it was possible. After all, no matter how stupid his colleagues were, they would not immediately take action after experiencing a failure. But he quickly thought that when the assassination failed a few days ago, he really
Privately, he entrusted a powerful subordinate to kill Griffin. Could it be that
It was really that pangolin that did it
Wei Qi had a lot of thoughts in 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 experienced how cunning Griffin was, but this guy didn't.
It was impossible for two brushes to deceive all of them. Under the heavy protection of the Guards and the bunker, they could kill Griffin__ and escape unscathed. What is the background of this pangolin?
Qi pondered for a long time and then said, "Find the pangolin for me."
The confidant standing in the camp obviously thought about it with him, nodded seriously and said, "Yes.
He knew very well that his lord was attracted by talents. If that pangolin really had such abilities, he would undoubtedly be a worthy candidate. This person not only had the ability to defeat one against a thousand on the battlefield, but also single-handedly decapitated the mother of deathclaws.
He was brave, and had the ability to take the head of a general under heavy protection. Even General McClun was full of praise for this warrior, and it was a bit unworthy to follow Colway as a captain. After receiving the order, his confidant was about to turn around and leave.
Velich suddenly stopped him.
"Wait a minute-_Does he have any hobbies like 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, and he didn't like gold and silver. He didn't show much pursuit of power, except that he was very good at eating!!! It seems like
No other hobbies. No preferences
It's a bit difficult to do. But it's actually normal. Most of the wastelanders live a primitive life and have no concept of the word prosperity, so the dinar is naturally not attractive to them.
When the time comes, I will give him a manor and take him to the Triumph City to see the world. I think 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 is not possible if the family does not have a mine, let alone the daughter of a civilian official. 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 after all. I have an idea in my mind, and I feel strange about it.
Open your mouth to him.
"That's it.!!! You 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 already dead, nor did they know that he had been put in the spotlight before he took action.
When he found out that his choice would affect the future plot of the game and even the direction of the version, his mood was not as happy as people imagined on the forum. Looking at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, he squatted in the pit of the battlefield.
The guy cursed and complained, "Damn_...if only I could save it in a file."
The note was sent by Welch before, and it contained Griffin's recent itinerary. However, there is basically no difference between whether this thing is present or not, because Griffin has been hiding in the bunker since the last assassination.
Inside, almost never comes out.
The only reliable chance is the day after tomorrow. In the morning of 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 the area.
Next to that guy, even if he managed to find a chance to shoot, he would probably be in trouble. He didn't care whether 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 option 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 this.
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 make a decision
I asked Colway for his opinion before. After all, it was a life-and-death 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 did make him a little concerned. But he didn't have the chance to ask at the time, and he forgot about it later. At the door of the barracks.
The warlord looked at the guard on duty and said, "I'm looking for Chief Colway."
Recognizing the pangolin's face, 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 piled with debris.
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 ecstasy. He didn't even notice 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."
The warlord nodded and walked to sit next to him. "General Velich sent me a letter.
After dusting off the ashes from the 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 in you," Warlander shook his head and looked at him seriously and said, "You will always be my commander." Hearing these words, a look of relief appeared on Colway's expressionless face.
Smile. I didn’t expect that I also had a confidant. However, that happy smile soon became tinged with a hint of loneliness.
Looking at the sunset in the distance, he sighed and said, "I'm very happy to hear what you said. It would be great if everyone was like you." "Like me?" Warfield Man was stunned for a moment, no.
Understand why he said that. "That's right, loyal, brave, and magnanimous.!! Without a trace of falsehood. Colway nodded his cigarette butt and said this casually.
However, the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. The old warrior sitting next to him blushed involuntarily and looked away in embarrassment.
It’s okay like me!!
All the people in Velant are like me. The legion will be finished soon. After coughing, the warlord changed the topic 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." Zhanjixin glanced at him unexpectedly.
Unexpectedly, this guy who always talks about his loyalty would be so hesitant. Colway paused and continued.
"How should I put it... The loyalty I understand is the loyalty of one heart and one mind, and the unity from the bottom up, but what I saw is not like that. When he said this, his heart was extremely complicated.
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 Velici's ten-thousand-strong army, that he gradually came into contact with
It turned out that the inside story was out of reach. 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 of conquering 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 is what he wants
Legion, loyalty 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 they cannot understand in the name of loyalty. Everyone has their own understanding of loyalty. So what exactly 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 was the right one to stand on... Looking at the confused Colway, the warlord didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only
Following his taciturn character, Dao asked in a low voice.1 "What should I do?" "I don't know, my dear friend.
Colway sighed, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stamped it out.
He clapped his hands and stood up. He looked at his comrade next to him who had experienced life and death with him, forced a forced smile on his face, and patted him on the shoulder. "There will always be times when people need to make their own choices, just let them go and do it...
Follow your heart, no matter what you choose, I won't blame you." "To be honest, I don't trust everyone here, but I believe in you." You must be the most loyal.
The warlord nodded and watched Colway's back disappear around the corner not far away. It was a mistake.
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 hell 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. Most of those arrested before were unjustly accused. "It's difficult to deal with."
Shaking his head, the field man stood up with a headache. According to the itinerary provided by General Velich, 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 Velich.
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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 alerted Griffin.
He himself is cautious by nature, so you can imagine 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 over." Do you want 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. Forget it.
No matter how you say it, you are still an undercover agent.
Since the mission was completed, it was better to meet again. At this moment, two people walked up not far away. The warlord recognized them. They were General Velich's men. One of his confidants walked up to him and looked at him.
He whispered in a twinkling voice. General Velich asked you to come over to discuss the specific details of the operation.
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. "Yes.
Perhaps they were 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 Velici's tent.
The two of them consciously stood by the door, one on the left and the other on the right. After glancing at the respectful expressions of the two people, the warlord didn't think much and strode toward the tent. There was a table in 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 was interested in this rich fish and meat meal, but
Now that supplies are running low in the fortress, it is still a bit difficult to prepare such a table. The warlord couldn't help but swallowed. Good guy.
Is this a farewell gift to yourself?
It seemed that when he sent him the itinerary, the guy had already agreed on which day he would take action. Welch, 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 or fear, or a little bit of both. Since it was a farewell ceremony for him, Battlefield Letter was not polite and sat down openly.
Opposite the dining table.
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. I haven't done this yet.
Take action.
Outer store.
Is 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.
Velici immediately understood what he meant, laughed knowingly, and gave Comrade Pangolin sitting opposite an "I understand" wink.
"Understood! You didn't do anything! On this day worth celebrating, let's not mention that unlucky madman! "War Guy""
Without waiting for the taciturn expert to speak, Velici drank all the red wine in his glass and greeted him warmly with a smile on his face. "Eat quickly. This table is all prepared for you."
"Don't worry, you don't have to worry about being too public and arousing others' suspicion. General Alec, who is the acting commander, is one of ours... Griffin is dead. Even if there are his concubines here, those guys are just
You can be a good person with your tail between your legs."
"It's over! Thanks to you, this stupid war is finally over! When we get back to Triumph City, I'll take you to eat something good! Griffin is dead? After hearing the news, Warfield Man looked pitiful.
Combined with Velic's sudden enthusiastic attitude, he immediately realized that this guy probably thought that the assassin who committed the murder 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, Warfield Man ate it without any ceremony. No matter what, he wouldn't be in trouble with the food. It was just right.
He is 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 he did it. Even if there is evidence, what will happen?
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 a little melancholy. Unexpectedly
Griffin just died.
But having said that, this battle is 90% over. Has his undercover mission been completed? He has not saved files for half a year.