In the southern sea, North Island, in a small but luxuriously decorated room, Chalas, dressed in formal clothes, was pacing back and forth.
His eyes frequently looked at the digital clock on the wall, and then he glanced at the door casually, with a restless expression almost written on his face.
At this moment, there were three gentle knocks on the door.
As if receiving a certain signal, he immediately walked up and opened the door, only to see a young officer in uniform standing at the door.
"Come in and talk."
Without waiting for the man to speak, he pulled the officer in, carefully looked at the door to see if anyone was following him, and then slowly closed the door.
"How is it going?"
Looking at Mr. Chalas who looked expectant, the officer said nervously.
"problem occurs."
Upon hearing these words, Charas's mood sank to the bottom for a moment, and his brows knitted together.
Before he could ask, the officer spoke quickly without stopping.
"...Gunshots rang out for more than an hour. From the sea to the beach, there was blood and corpses everywhere, both human and mutant."
Hearing that some of the corpses were human and mutant, Charas asked quickly with the last glimmer of hope.
"Are there more humans or mutants?"
The officer said with an ugly expression.
"Human...but those guys don't seem to be from the Alliance."
Charas was stunned and blurted out.
"Not from the Alliance?! Whose can it be?"
The officer shook his head.
"I don't know. There are no obvious marks on their bodies, and their identities cannot be confirmed for the time being. According to the video captured by our drone, they entered the Baiyue Strait on two cargo ships and happened to be with the mutant troops sent by Torch to the French Fries Port.
They bumped into. Those beasts with fish scales didn’t have eyes. They couldn’t walk when they saw people. They first fought with the people in the two boats, and then chased those people ashore. As a result, they landed at the position where
It’s a full five or six kilometers away from French Fries Port!”
Charas' eyes widened.
"Then what?"
The officer said with difficulty.
"Then...they were all taken over by people from the Alliance."
Charas: "..."
The room fell into silence.
Due to the absence of the maritime patrol, the federal destroyer stayed in the nearby waters for a long time, and the drones released almost exhausted the battery for the entire battle.
Looking at Charas with a solemn expression, the officer's Adam's apple moved and he lowered his voice and spoke.
"...The worst thing about this is that the group of guys were completely wiped out. There were too many corpses, and there was no time to deal with them. There was no way to deal with them. At dawn tomorrow morning, the people from the maritime patrol team will return to the patrol area.
, they will definitely find something abnormal on the beach. The only thing I worry about now is that there will be people with ulterior motives who will connect those corpses with today's exercise."
Unlike the Navy, which is completely loyal to the Federation of the Southern Islands, he is very aware that there are two forces in the Presidential Palace. There are good people like Mr. Chalas who stand for the Federation, and there are also some cowards who are hesitant about Vault 70.
.
If those weak people realize that there is another hidden cause of the war, their weakness will lead the Federation, which has the upper hand in this war, into the abyss.
Charas pondered calmly for a long time, then slowly spoke.
"It doesn't matter even if they are connected, it's not our territory."
Seeing that Mr. Chalas was completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem, the young officer couldn't help but look a little anxious and spoke quickly.
"It's exactly what you said...but what if someone connects those mutants to the wrecked cargo ship in the southern seas? Everyone thought before that those fish-scaled guys wouldn't leave the Death Coast, but now they swim
It is more than a thousand kilometers away and appears directly to the west of us, and it will also launch torpedoes! It is untenable to use distance as a guise to say that they cannot attack our cargo ship."
After a pause, he lowered his voice and continued, "I heard that someone is investigating the wrecked ships recently, including the Golden Coast sent by Mr. President to Haiya Province for inspection, as well as the wreckage of the Ocean Current Power Station... If we let that
If you help the probing guy find something, you'll be in trouble."
A sharp light flashed in Charas's eyes, and his clenched fist kept rubbing his index finger and thumb.
Observing the expression on the chief of staff's face, the officer continued in a deep voice.
"What I'm most worried about now is what the president knows. No matter what, we have to prepare for the worst. If that doesn't work, we'd better show off our cards to the president -"
Regarding the current federal system, the commander-in-chief of the federal navy is concurrently served by the president, and any military action requires the president's personal authorization to be executed.
Although everything they did was for the Federation, it was an unauthorized action after all, and it was untenable from both a legal and ethical perspective.
Sooner or later things will go wrong.
Especially if this trend continues, the risk of gang involvement will become greater and greater.
Rather than paving the way for greater dangers in the future by concealing today, it would be better to directly confess and drag the president into their chariot, and continue this war in a more thorough manner.
However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Charas without hesitation.
"Now is not the time. Mr. President and his supporters still have illusions about Vault 70. We have to give some time to our compatriots who have not yet come out of the past. Don't worry, I will keep an eye on him.
Just help me keep an eye on the maritime patrol. I'm worried that the news has leaked out, allowing the alliance to prepare in advance."
"But……"
The officer looked hesitant, and he obviously wanted to say something more, but Charas blocked him unceremoniously.
"You go down first. Our meeting has taken too long. I will come back to you if I need anything."
"yes……"
Facing that unquestionable look, the officer finally gave up and nodded, turned around and left the room.
Looking at the closed door, Charas sat down on the sofa, stretched out his index finger and pinched his eyebrows.
A showdown with the president?
A bunch of naive guys.
Mr. Mongo will never stand with them. It was that guy who founded the Southern Islands Federation.
If he knew that the Ocean Current Power Station was actually sunk by his own people, and the purpose was just to provide the federation with an excuse to liquidate Vault 70, he would definitely kick himself out of the presidential palace even if he didn't kill himself.
What's more, even if he takes 10,000 steps back and that guy agrees to work with them to hide the truth of this war, how can he turn the Federation into his own?
Of course he will have a showdown with the President.
But this is by no means the current time when the Presidential Palace and the Navy are in close proximity...
Sinking his consciousness into a shimmering holy realm, Charas lowered his eyebrows slightly and whispered silently.
"Those gill-covered monsters you raised are causing trouble. You'd better keep them low-key for a while."
"I'm not complaining...you should really find some decent allies."
…
The next morning.
The light of the morning sun shines on the north shore of the Baiyue Strait, giving the quiet beach a layer of golden color.
Standing on the bow of the patrol boat, Mu Da stared intently in the direction of French Fries Port and frowned slightly.
Similar to his reaction, the sailor standing next to him whispered something.
"What a strong smell of blood..."
After a pause, he added another sentence.
"It doesn't look like it was left by a wild beast."
Mu Da nodded, looked at the cabin behind him and shouted.
"Turn on active sonar."
"yes!"
The sailor driving the ship nodded in response, reached out and pressed a certain red button on the dashboard of the console.
After a while, he shouted with surprise on his face.
"Six to seven kilometers due west, there are two sunken ships... Judging from the echo pattern, they appear to be civilian cargo ships."
Shipwreck?!
Mu Da had a bad premonition in his heart.
The sailor standing next to him looked at him nervously.
"Sir, do you want to go over and take a look?"
Mu Da pondered for a moment and said.
"Let's go check out our neighbors first!"
In any case, there are still more than 500 Coral City residents living in Chip Harbor.
Although those guys claimed to have joined the alliance, the friendship between his compatriots still prevented him from letting go of them.
Of course, this also includes other survivors of French Fries Port.
Because he occasionally went to the island to drink, he was relatively familiar with the people there. Although there were a lot of misunderstandings between them at the beginning, after getting along for a while, he discovered that those guys were actually pretty good people.
They are completely different from the selfish and cunning wastelanders on land. When they think about problems, they rarely only think about themselves, but often also consider the difficulties of others.
Including the water pipe under construction, the survivors of the roundabout have a good opinion of those guys, at least they are not disgusting.
I hope nothing happens to them...
The speedboat quickly approached the pier.
Seeing the unexpected desertion of the camp, Mu Da's heart sank slightly. When the speedboat stopped, he quickly jumped onto the pier and walked towards the camp with his two subordinates.
At exactly this moment, a shelter resident came out carrying a plastic bucket and fishing rod, and happened to meet him face to face.
The two were stunned when they saw each other.
However, the shelter resident's reaction speed was a little faster. He came back to his senses, patted his head, and said with a smile in a stumbling human language.
"Oh, you are the captain of the Southern Islands Federation Maritime Patrol Team, right? Muda?"
Looking at this strange guy, Mu Da asked blankly.
"you know me?"
The fisherman carrying the fishing rod said with a smile.
"I know you. Although it's my first time here, I've heard about it on the forum before."
Mu Da: "...?"
Seeing that the NPC didn't look very smart, the player scratched his head and said.
"What's the matter with you? Are you looking for someone?"
"Nothing... I just want to ask the people here?" As he spoke, Mu Da glanced around, then looked at the man carrying the fishing rod in confusion. "Why is it so deserted today?"
The player heard this and said with a smile.
"Oh, that's the thing. It's so normal to be deserted. There aren't many people in this settlement to begin with, but more than 500 people left early this morning. Many of them followed our elder brother Fang to cause trouble."
"Making trouble?" Mu Da was stunned again, not understanding what this sentence meant.
Seeing that he didn't understand, the player patiently explained the cause and effect of the matter in unskilled human language.
"Just last night, a group of fools from Borneo came here. I don't know what they were thinking. They dared to open fire on us. Then we even took away the fish raised by the Torch Church with them.
After finishing cleaning up the people, they were arrested and interrogated, and they turned out to be from the Xilan Empire."
It was about the Xilan Empire, the fish raised by the Torch Church, and some words that he had never heard before. Mu Da was confused when he heard it. Taking advantage of the man's pause, he quickly grabbed the topic.
"Anyway, just hope you're all right... By the way, how long will it take for your principal to come back?"
The player said with a smile.
"It'll take about a week. What's the matter? I can tell him for you."
Mu Da coughed and said.
"No, I'm just curious... By the way, you just said fish raised by torches? What does that mean?"
The player continued with a smile.
"Those are the mutants! The blue-skinned ones have fish scales on their bodies and gills on their chins. They use a variety of weapons, including long guns, short cannons, and even torpedoes. I heard they come from the Death Coast in Haiya Province.
Floated over."
Coast of Death?!
Mu Da stared at him blankly, with surprise written on his face.
Of course he had heard that there was a group of blue-skinned mutants living near the Death Coast who made a living by fishing. What surprised him was that mutants actually appeared here?!
From here to the Death Coast, even the straight-line distance is less than a thousand kilometers.
Can those mutants swim so far?!
Especially when he heard that those mutants could also launch torpedoes, his expression suddenly changed.
"Can you take me to the site to see it?"
The player scratched the back of his head with a reluctant expression.
"That place is not far away. If you drive five or six kilometers west along the coastline, you can see it. Our people should still be cleaning the battlefield there... I still have to fish. Wait until those fools come up.
After you’ve fed all the fish, how about I find someone to take you there?”
Hearing that the battlefield was five or six kilometers to the west, Mu Da immediately thought of the two sunken ships he had just discovered with sonar, and couldn't help but feel a little excited.
If those two ships were sunk by mutants, there might be some clues on them!
Looking at the shelter resident who was eager to end the conversation, he no longer wasted his time and sincerely thanked him.
"Thanks! I can just go there by myself!"
After saying that, he took his men back to the speedboat and restarted the engine.
After driving five kilometers further west, he saw a group of people wearing exoskeletons on the beach not far away, dragging corpses washed ashore by waves to dug pits for burial.
He also saw Muda standing on the speedboat. Voldemort, who was standing on the shore, recognized the man he had drank with before at a glance and said hello with a smile.
"Hey, you're back?"
Mu Da shouted back: "I just came back. I heard that two ships sank here last night? If it is convenient, I would like to go down and have a look."
The model worker waved his hand cheerfully.
"No problem. Brother Fang told us before he left that if you are interested in those two sunken ships, he will take you to see them. By the way, do you need me to send someone to help you find the locations of those two ships?"
Mu Da: "No, we have located its coordinates, thank you!"
Model Voldemort smiled and said: "You're welcome! By the way, just in case, I'll arrange for two 'electric rays' to follow you."
After saying that, he contacted the engineering team through VM, and two newly charged electric rays were transferred from Fries Port to help.
The ability of that thing is not only underwater welding, but also can drive away alien species through active discharge. This is a new use they developed in practice.
Considering that the power of the mind interference device on the speedboat was limited, Mu Da did not refuse.
After the two electric rays arrived, he ordered to start the engine and followed them to the sea area where the shipwreck was.
The condition of both cargo ships was extremely miserable.
A big hole was opened in the hull, and seawater poured in and then sank to the bottom of the sea, one after another embedded in the rugged seabed.
Mutilated and swollen corpses were floating around, some were hung by the hull of the boat, and some were entangled in seaweed, being pecked by fish, like hell.
Mu Da, who jumped into the water wearing a diving suit, saw the scene before him and felt his scalp numb and his stomach churning.
Two unmanned electric ray boats with electric arcs on their heads slowly swam in front of one of the cargo ships. A crackling current drove away the scavenging fish around them, opening a way forward for him.
Follow one of the electric rays forward.
Using a flashlight, he searched around the bow of the ship and quickly discovered the inward-dented breach on the side of the bow.
At this moment, his penis suddenly shrank, and his eyes were involuntarily filled with a trace of disbelief and surprise.
The trauma caused by the explosion was exactly the same as the scars on the hull of the "Golden Coast" research ship that had been published in newspapers!
Although it still requires professional appraisal to determine whether the damage was caused by the same type of weapon, he was still so shocked by what he found that he couldn't help but open his mouth wide.
He took a photo of the wound left by the explosion, searched around the area with a flashlight, and sure enough found the wreckage left by the torpedo near a reef.
It was a fragment with only a palm.
The crude stainless steel shell was exactly the same as the one they found near the Golden Coast research ship.
First, the signal of the psychic interference device was detected near the Ocean Current Power Station, and then, not even a single weapon was found on the Dolphin, which was "suffering the blood debt of twelve cargo ships."
And now, those aquatic mutants that experts with consultant titles say "will never leave the Death Coast" not only appear in the sea 1,000 kilometers away, but even bring weapons that can sink the Golden Coast research ship.
…
Is there any truth left in these guys' mouths?
Anger burned in his face, he clenched his fists involuntarily, and couldn't help but squeeze out a curse from between his teeth.
"Oh shit……"
…
While the Maritime Patrol Team of the Commonwealth of the Southern Islands was busy collecting evidence from the two sunken ships, hundreds of kilometers away on the Borneo Sea, a nuclear fusion-powered submarine was heading towards Kingallen at a speed of nearly fifty knots.
The direction of the port is moving rapidly.
A distance of 2,000 kilometers would take a week at sea for a diesel-powered cargo ship and a group of unskilled sailors.
But for the Dolphin, it doesn't even take a day. Twenty-two hours is enough if the sea conditions are good.
In addition to the captain named Dirang and more than a hundred Xilan Empire soldiers who were beaten with bruises and bruises, there were more than 500 players belonging to the Burning Legion who were also on the submarine.
More than half of them had just arrived at Friesport this morning by the Niuma airship, and they had just gotten off the airship and boarded the submarine together with the ammunition transported from Dawn City.
They are all elites of the alliance, with the lowest serial level of 25. Not only are they equipped with five-type "light cavalry" and six-type "heavy cavalry" exoskeletons, but they also have twenty brand-new DLZJ-1 "Xia Guang"!
In addition to basic infantry equipment, support equipment such as 88mm mortars, Y-2 four-rotor attack drones, and "Dove" missiles are also available.
In order to make room for ammunition and trophies, Fang Chang specifically asked Captain Chen Jianhong to empty the cargo hold overnight and transfer the containers to the newly built warehouse at the French Fries Port for players who are interested in picking up trash to sort out.
Looking at the exoskeletons and powered armors exuding a murderous atmosphere in the submarine's cargo hold, Captain Chen Jianhong always felt that something was wrong, and couldn't help but look at Fang Chang and said.
"I should have said that the Dolphin is a cargo submarine. We are not a warship. We will not and should not participate in any active offensive military missions."
Fang Chang said with a smile.
"I know, but any citizen of the alliance has the obligation to uphold the constitution of the alliance. What's more, this is not an active attack, but an undeclared war by the other side, and we are forced to fight back."
Rolling his eyes at Hu Lai's statement, Chen Jianhong couldn't help but complain.
"I have never heard of any counterattack that can reach a place two thousand kilometers away!"
"Have you heard about it now?" Fang Chang said in a joking tone, patting him on the shoulder and patiently comforting him, "Don't worry, you won't participate in any battle, you just need to wait for us in a safe place.
Just finish things and then pick us up and leave."
Looking at Captain Chen who was still worried, Chang Fang said something else.
"If you really can't accept it, just treat it as humanitarian relief."
Captain Chen was stunned for a moment.
"...Humanitarian relief?"
"That's right," Fang Chang said with a serious face, "Based on the clues provided by other shelter residents, we suspect that there are human trade and organ trafficking activities in Jingallan Port. Under normal circumstances, we can't control that far, but since they took the initiative
To provoke us, we plan to destroy their port and at the same time grab some people back."
Captain Chen: "..."
Is this guy talking nonsense?
The previous sentence was about humanitarian relief, but the next sentence revealed his true thoughts.
But he didn't object.
He had also heard about what happened in Borneo Province. After all, there were many survivors who escaped from there in Port Fries.
It would be a good deed if we could lead more people out of that hell.
The catastrophe two centuries ago turned the entire planet into a wasteland. Not only did civilization undergo a systematic decline, but it also suffered distortions during the decline.
In his opinion, the only normal place on this planet is the survivor force led by the residents of the shelter.
Almost all residents of the shelter have a desire to save the world to some extent, and Chen Jianhong, a resident of the shelter, is no exception.
In fact, there is no need to talk about "passive counterattack" at all.
Save the suffering survivors.
For him, this alone is enough!
On the other side, Captain Dirang, who was blindfolded and thrown into the cabin with his hands tied behind his back, finally gave up his futile struggle after several attempts to break free.
It was a rope made of devil's silk. Unless his arm could turn into the mouth of a devil's moth, there was no way he could cut even a single opening in this thing.
Listening to the sound of the tide coming from below the deck, no matter how stupid he was, he knew what these blue gophers wanted to do. Most likely, they planned to do what they had done before - board a civilian cargo ship and land in Golden Gallon Port.
These shameless guys!
Insidious villain!
Have the ability to have an upright contest!
Dirang cursed in his heart, but did not pay any attention to himself. He did not stop the roar that resounded in his heart until he was tired. He pressed his face against the cold deck and panted, and his tired eyelids began to fight.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
During this period, he seemed to have slept for a while, until he woke up from the trance due to hunger.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the sound of the tide echoing in his ears seemed different from when he came by boat. It sounded duller, like the whispering of ghosts.
Suddenly, a trace of uneasiness arose in his heart.
Especially when he thought about being blindfolded and staying in this claustrophobic cabin for a whole week, his uneasiness gradually turned into fear.
"Hey!"
He couldn't help shouting, and stretched his chin forward on the deck, trying to attract the attention of the guard here.
"At least take off my blindfold!"
No one responded.
Just when he was feeling anxious, the sound of footsteps and a slight knock on the keyhole suddenly came from ahead.
Because his eyes were blindfolded for so long, his hearing was extremely sensitive, and he quickly picked up the subtle movement.
Guessing that the person was coming to deliver food to him, he seized the opportunity and immediately shouted loudly.
"Can you take off my blindfold? Are you still afraid of a prisoner whose hands and feet are tied?!"
However, what surprised him was that the man didn't seem to be here to deliver food to him. At least he didn't smell the aroma of food in the wind blowing from the door.
"Stop arguing. When you get home, get up and get out of here."
Got home?
Dirang was stunned for a moment, and then an expression of fear suddenly appeared on his twisted face.
He did seem to be lost in the lake and fell asleep just now, but no matter what, he would not have slept for a week. Now he is afraid that he has not even left the Borneo Sea. How could he have arrived?!
A terrible thought came to his mind.
Could it be...
These guys plan to throw themselves into the sea to feed the fish?!
"No! I won't go down!"
Looking at the guy who was yelling like crazy, the player who came down to pick up people also looked helpless, why did he end up doing this most boring job?
Too lazy to talk nonsense with the prisoner, he went up and picked up the guy's collar, picked him up like a chicken, pushed him and threw him out of the single room.