This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 703 Vacuum of Order

   Camp Lowell.

  The heavy rain that just fell washed the blood that remained in the mud into the puddles on the street, and the fragrance of the soil carried a trace of blood that could not go away.

  However, the people here seem to have become accustomed to death, so that the blood that stained the red streets seems to have been shed in vain.

  Before the gate opened by the 100mm bombardment, there was a dark circle of poor people watching the excitement.

  Among them were people living in the nearby streets, slaves who had just been rescued, and the Avengers First Corps militia standing guard at the gate of the camp.

  At the moment, there are ten militiamen standing in the center of the crowd.

Their arms were all tied with white gauze for identification, and their hands were tied behind their backs by plastic strips. However, the expressions on their faces were different, some looked angry, some didn't care, and some had faces. It says unconvinced, or apprehension and hesitation that something bad is going to happen.

   And not far from them, two corpses of a man and a woman were lying.

  The man looks to be in his early thirties, and the woman is about twenty-five or sixteen. They should be a couple. The abdomen of the former was cut open with a bayonet, and a blood hole was printed on the forehead of the latter. Both of them had obvious bruises and scars on their bodies. They seemed to have suffered a lot before they died.

Beside the two corpses, two girls with disheveled hair were wrapped in a blanket that barely covered their bodies, sitting curled up in the mud and shivering, their expressionless faces were covered with fear and dull tears, and Muddy stains.

  The two of them seemed to have forgotten how to cry, and just made noises one after another, like fish stranded on the shore.

Looking at the disarmed militia patrol, the corpse lying on the ground and the two girls wrapped in blankets next to the corpse, the murderous dagger who just came out of the camp could guess what happened with his toes, but still Looking at the four players standing next to the two girls, he confirmed.

"what happened."

  Shanhe Lumeng took a step forward, put away the eyepiece of his helmet, glanced at the group of disarmed guys, and truthfully reported the situation at that time.

  “…We were sheltering from the rain near Heishui Street, when we heard a gunshot, and when we came out, we saw those guys coming out of a private house.”

  Operation footage is fully documented.

  He didn't want to describe the situation at that time too much, he could only say that these guys did all the things that animals couldn't do.

   From the expression on the player's face, he had roughly guessed what happened, and the murderer's dagger looked at the militiamen with white strips tied to their arms.

  Although they couldn't understand what these iron men were talking about, those militiamen could understand the eyes of the murderer.

  The person at the head immediately panicked and shouted, trying to defend himself.

   "That man! He's a jailer at Camp Lowell! We found an Imperial rifle and prison guard clothes in his home!"

"Can you prove that he didn't pick up his gun and clothes? And who allowed you to enter their house!" The murderous dagger stared at him, "Even if he is a jailer, even if he has done unforgivable things, What's the deal with his family?"

  Those people obviously had unconvinced expressions on their faces, and even looked at him with a hint of incomprehension in their eyes.

  The person in the lead did not speak, and the person standing next to him took a step forward.

   "We went in to shelter from the rain! And... didn't you go in too? I saw them coming out of a private house!"

   As he spoke, the man turned his head to look at the four iron men who had disarmed them, with a resentful expression on his face.

  The murderous dagger looked at Shanhe Lumeng.

  The latter's expression stagnated, and he explained awkwardly.

"We did go in, but we really just went in to take shelter from the rain... and I gave the money back so the family can testify to us. No, if you don't believe me, I can turn on the action recorder, I have it on the whole time .”

   Ling Chong's expression changed.

   What the hell?

  If this is put here, wouldn’t he be washed away by jumping into the Yellow River? !

   Fortunately, Brother Killing Dagger didn't do this, he just reached out and touched the VM twice, probably discussing with other players what to do.

  Seeing that things seem to be getting interesting, the crowd around to watch the excitement gradually increased, pointing and discussing in this direction.

   "Iron Man" and the group of slaves carrying guns had internal strife.

  They were only curious about how this farce would end.

   There is also the one lying on the ground, who seems to be recognized by someone, and several survivors who live nearby are whispering excitedly.

   "Abu Sik seems to be the jailer of the Lowell camp. I heard someone say it before, and it seems that he said it himself."

   "How did I hear he was a shoe shine?"

   "Come on, that guy is a porter, and he is also a bragging drunkard. Maybe tomorrow he will become His Majesty's Guards."

   "He still has money to buy wine?!"

"Where did he get the money! Every day he squats on the pier to pick up what the sailors left after drinking. Last time I saw someone pee a bottle for him. He picked it up and tasted it, but he drank it all. He told us later that the wine of the Willanters tasted very sweet."

"Ha ha!"

   "It's a pity that his two daughters were unlucky with their father, tsk tsk."

   "The face looks pretty good, but it's a little dirty."

   "After being wronged so much, I definitely need comfort, hehe."

  At this time, horns sounded from behind the crowd, and a desert-colored wheeled off-road vehicle with a machine gun welded on its roof drove over.

  The crowd gave way one after another.

  The car door was pushed open, and Fang Chang jumped out of the car, ignoring the crowd of onlookers, and walked straight to the murderous dagger.

   "I already understand the situation, what about that Lassi?"

  As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the crew cut came over from the direction of the camp gate, nodded respectfully and said.

   "My lord, are you looking for me?"

  White gauze was wrapped around his arm, and he carried a "Blade" assault rifle on his back. There was a scar on his cheek that hadn't healed yet, which seemed to be left from yesterday's battle.

  Fang Chang narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at him intently.

   "My brother asked you to restrain your subordinates, is this the result of your restraint?"

  Lassi's expression was astonished. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at the guys with their hands tied behind their backs, and finally at Fang Chang.

   "I heard they killed soldiers of the Empire."

   "I heard that he was killed in his own home," Fang Chang sneered, "and their bayonets were on the belts of their trousers?"

   Lassi was slightly taken aback.

   Then, he walked up to the ten disarmed militiamen, and pointed to the two corpses and the two girls wrapped in blankets on the ground with his chin.

   "What did you do?"

  Those eyes were like the eyes of a wild beast, unable to see the slightest emotion, and it was even impossible to figure out whether he was angry at the atrocities committed by his subordinates, or sympathized with what happened to those two poor girls.

   Stared at by the pair of pupils that seemed to be able to **** away the soul, the captain's breath became short of breath, and finally he looked away.

"…I was wrong."

  Lassi nodded, as if accepting the statement, turned and walked away a few steps, but suddenly turned around and opened the safety of the rifle.

  The sudden change shocked everyone onlookers. Including the ten militiamen who were pointed at by guns, they were all dumbfounded, and even forgot to beg for mercy for themselves for a while.

  Lassi didn't intend to listen to their begging for mercy at all, and didn't even give them time to confess his last words, so he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

  Only hearing a sudden burst of gunfire, the ten militiamen with their hands tied were instantly like balloons that had been punctured, and fell in a pool of blood in a tremor like an electric shock.

"ah!"

  Watching the **** scene, the onlookers screamed and backed away, and the two girls who were sitting on the ground were also looking at that side with lost souls.

   Empty the magazine of the rifle, Lassi threw it on the ground, pulled out the pistol pinned to his waist and stepped forward, and emptied the remaining magazines at the guy who was still alive.

  The scene was deadly silent.

  Whether it was the militiamen standing at the gate of the camp or the players standing aside, they lost their words when they saw this guy like a mad dog.

  Fang Chang narrowed his eyes slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, he neither stopped his behavior nor praised him for being right.

  The murderous dagger stared at Laxi with wide eyes, held his breath for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and yelled at him.

   "What the **** are you doing!"

   "Calm down bro, they broke something and now they're dead."

   After being forced back a few steps by the aggressive gaze, Laxi continued to speak without any fear on his face.

   "If you're still not satisfied, I can pull out a centurion guy with them and shoot him."

  The murderous dagger widened his eyes.

"Are you crazy?!"

  Lacy looked at the yelling guy in puzzlement, remained silent for a while, and suddenly said something.

   "Isn't that enough?"

  The murderous dagger stared at this guy blankly, unable to speak for a while.

   In a sense, this guy solved the problem cleanly, but it didn't seem to solve anything.

   But also as he said.

   Everyone was killed, and their lives were lost.

   Isn't that enough?

  The few people who died were originally slaves, and they had been free men for at most one day. They had nothing else to compensate for except their lives.

"enough."

  Fang Chang suddenly opened his mouth and broke the stiff atmosphere at the scene.

   Walking in front of Lacy, he patted the mad dog's shoulder, then patted the tense face, and smiled to ease the atmosphere.

"It's a good kill, it should be killed, but it's too sloppy. You have to make a rule, tell your subordinates what they can't do, and what kind of punishment they will get if they do it, instead of dragging them all over the square, otherwise Hard to convince."

  Lacy nodded respectfully.

"yes!"

  The respectful and obedient demeanor was so respectful and obedient that no one could fault it, Fang Chang glanced at the corpse on the ground, and said slowly.

   "Take some men and bury them."

   Lacy nodded in response, turned back and picked up the rifle and carried it on his back, shouted at his hands for a few men to come over, and carried the corpses to bury them.

   The problem of unconvincing doesn't seem to exist at all.

  The soldiers didn't feel dissatisfied with the leader because he killed his own people, but looked at him with more awe and obedience.

   All this did not surprise Fang Chang.

   Those who have just been released from the cage are not fully human beings themselves. Of course, beasts who believe in the law of the jungle are more inclined to follow the fiercer one.

  Looking at Fang Chang leaving from Laxi, the murderer's dagger hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but say.

   "I think at least those people should be given a legal trial. This is actually a good opportunity to use them as propaganda—"

   "Come on, everyone is dead. Is it meaningful to interrogate those corpses? The one that should be interrogated is still hanging on the sentry tower."

   Interrupted the killing dagger, Fang Chang squinted his eyes and glanced at the warden who was hanging on the sentry tower for the crows to peck at, and continued patiently.

"The things you said are too advanced for them. They are still in a relatively primitive jungle society, and they don't need the things you said for the time being. Don't forget, after making the survivors in Qingquan City clean When did we waste time judging the looters before wearing our clothes? That was all after eating and warming."

"At this stage, I only have one requirement for them. Just be obedient and listen to what we say. This is the only requirement. Even if their discipline is extremely bad, it is definitely better than that who can send 5% of the population to concentration camps." The Emperor is much better."

   "As for the others, don't be too anxious."

  The atrocities of those militiamen were on the one hand the retaliatory rebound of the oppressed after their backs suddenly straightened, but more of it was the inevitable result of the vacuum of order.

  The aftermath of this riot is far more than these few typical people who were caught.

  The attitude of the rebels who are scruples about the alliance will be restrained, and the thugs who picked up weapons from the defeated soldiers will only be more cruel and unscrupulous.

  At this moment in that dark alley, there are still many tragedies that happened.

   To fundamentally solve this problem, a new local order must be established to replace the old order when Nihak was governor.

  He is actually doing this right now.

  Director Bihari is leading his henchmen to take over the police affairs of the city, and the training of the militia is also proceeding in an orderly manner.

  They didn't do it very well, but it was good enough.

When the new order is established, they only need to let the local survivors have enough to eat, have clothes to wear, and houses to live in...they can live with a little bit of dignity than the Nihak period, and this new order will naturally be popular among the local people. Gain enough legitimacy to maintain rule in mind.

   It's actually not that hard.

  A certain wronged emperor left them a large sum of money just to do this.

   It was a bit unkind to move all that money back home.

   After deducting the indemnity, "borrowing" in the name of Baiyue Company and investing in the locals will not only earn a good reputation for the alliance and Chip Port, but also make a fortune from it.

   "Then what about them? How to deal with it?" The murderer's dagger glanced at the two girls who were slumped on the ground, and then at Fang Chang.

   No matter how many solutions there are to those macro problems, they all need to solve the immediate problem.

   At least he thinks this needs to be fixed.

  Pairs and pairs of eyes are watching around.

  Fang Chang was silent for a long time and sighed.

   "Give them two boat tickets..."

   Maybe the Chip Harbor survivors can help them start a new life, like the homeless survivors did.

  Besides giving them a financial compensation and sending them away from this land of right and wrong, he can't think of a better way for the time being...

  …

  Following the body at the gate of the Lowell camp and the two poor victims were taken away, the survivors who watched the excitement around the gate of the camp also dispersed one after another in dismay.

  Although the attitude of those "white gauze people" to the "iron people" who can't be hardened at all made everyone feel a little boring, but in the end they were happy to see the popularity.

  That guy named Lacy is a ruthless person, he kills his own people without blinking an eye, and they are all clean like killing chickens.

  Those guys who were killed were really miserable. It wasn’t a big deal at first, and at most they would pay two pigs, but unfortunately they hit the muzzle of the gun.

besides-

  It turns out that if you get shot, you will not die immediately, but will flop in the blood like a fish for a while before dying.

  Everyone is very happy, and the excitement they have watched for so long is not in vain.

  As for the two girls in blankets, the fate is equally concerning.

  Some people said that they were taken by the iron men, otherwise the iron men would have no reason to take them away, and just let them go home by themselves.

  Some people also said that they would be dealt with secretly. After all, the white gauzes sold the iron men so much face, and the iron men had to do something in return.

  Everyone is racking their brains in their own way, trying to explain those incomprehensible strange things.

   At least they tried.

   Watching the commotion outside the window subside, Han Mingyue pushed open the car door and walked down. She only glanced at the blood on the ground, and continued to walk towards the camp gate indifferently.

  Fang Chang who was waiting there looked at her twice more unexpectedly.

   "Aren't you afraid?"

  In his impression, except for the "blackened" disciples of the Enlightenment Society, most of the blue coats in the wasteland have an extraordinary moral cleanliness.

  He was even ready to be complained by NPCs, but the expected things did not happen at all.

   Instead, he became the one who made all the fuss.

   "Do you think the Great Desert is a good place for peace?" Han Mingyue joked nonchalantly, "Besides, I just study here, so I don't know what the survivors are like here."

   It seems to be the same.

  Fang Chang understood in an instant.

   This guy looks at the people here, I'm afraid it's no different from Heya looking at Xiaoyu.

   Walking into the Lowell camp, Ms. Han looked around, her eyes sparkling with interest.

   "It really is here..." she muttered.

"here?"

  Fang Chang glanced around.

   Apart from the layers of pigeon cages and the rows of open iron gates, there is nothing special to him.

   But Ms. Han's view is obviously different.

   After taking a photo of the surrounding layout, she continued with a rather emotional expression.

"...According to the information I collected in the great desert, this place used to be a scientific research station. During the Three Years War, a battalion-level combat unit belonging to the People's Federation Army escorted a large number of refugees from the southern industrial area to evacuate here , and maintained order for a period of time in the early days of the Wasteland Era."

  Fang Chang suddenly became curious about strange places.

   "Is Rowell the name of the battalion commander? Or the name of the scientific research station?"

   Han Mingyue said.

"It belonged to the battalion commander. His name was 'General Rowell'. I found some dissatisfaction and accusations against him from the survivors at that time in the buffered data of a signal repeater, and even asked the People's Federation authorities to It was replaced. Until the end of the three-year war, similar complaints continued, but it seemed useless.”

"According to the signature of the time information in the server, the last message was sent by General Rowell himself. It seems that he intends to report to the post-war reconstruction committee, or maybe to defend himself. Unfortunately, the post-war reconstruction committee did not accept it. After hearing this news, I was also unable to manage the survivors in the distant Borneo province."

"In that message, General Rowell mentioned that, in addition to the necessary coercive measures for survival, he took some special measures to feed the local survivors, including forcing researchers to study how to make the The soil was made edible, including forcing some survivors to test it as guinea pigs."

"However, surprisingly, the researchers under him actually used the equipment of the scientific research station to synthesize a single-celled organism that can degrade biomass debris. After the treatment of this microorganism, the soil will appear reddish brown, and only need to Simply strain and serve."

"It's a pity that the project was only halfway through, and a riot broke out in the Rowell camp. The survivors of the rebellion buried General Rowell, his researchers, and the research results in the north of the Rowell camp. , On the wasteland near the Yongliu River... There should be a piece of frozen soil at that time, and they spent a lot of effort to dig a big enough hole. If my guess is correct, there should be a piece of red land north of King Gallon Port .”

  Fang Chang asked puzzledly.

   "Why are those survivors against him."

  Looking at the mud cakes spread out on the slate to dry in the open space not far away, Han Mingyue said casually.

   "Matter will not be created out of thin air, but will only flow from one cycle to the next. You might as well guess how the organic matter that synthesizes the 'red soil' comes from?"

   Without waiting for Fang Chang to guess, she continued.

   "People need to constantly fill the red soil with organic debris such as corpses and feces. Only in this way can the red soil continue to 'grow', or they can only wait for them to grow slowly."

"From the perspective of carbon sequestration, this is actually not more efficient than farming. The only advantage is that it saves trouble. In fact, General Rowell did not solve the problem fundamentally. He probably read some old books and then With a simple wish, he did what he thought was a good thing, and was finally praised by the first generation of survivors who have not gone crazy."

   Good guy.

  The soil where the corpse is buried? !

  Fang Chang's Adam's apple moved, just listening to his stomach churning.

  However, the researcher acted as if nothing had happened, and there was even a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"...But the irony is that although General Lowell seems to be a fool with great ambition and a little headstrong now, the descendants of those survivors are obviously stupider than him, and they have thrown away the reserve of civilized people. His whimsical The way to match up with a group of more stupid guys, but let them live with gusto."

   "Then is there any better way in your opinion?" Fang Chang was a little curious about what good ideas sociologists could have.

  Han Mingyue said with a slight smile.

"I think your method is very good. Your manager is a very good person. Do the right thing at the right time and don't try to get to the end... As for the specific idea, what I research is biased towards theory. I can give you suggestions for reference, but I can’t give you a direct solution.”

   Paused, she glanced around and continued.

   "I have to stay here for a few days. Although most of the original buildings have been demolished, I should be able to find some useful clues... Can you guarantee my safety?"

   Fang Chang suggested kindly.

   "I suggest you live in the port, the area we actually control is there, and this place may become the front line at any time."

  Han Mingyue simply nodded.

   "Okay, listen to you."

  …

  On the second day after the Dolphin sent the second wave of supplies and the researchers of the scientific expedition team to Chip Harbor, Duke Galava, who was far away in the First Hospital of Dawn City, finally woke up from the hospital bed.

   Before he could fully open his eyes, the exclamation full of eager expectation "thumped" and rushed to the side of the bed.

   "My lord! Are you awake?"

  The memory before fainting flooded in like a tide. Duke Galava looked at the servant Niyang kneeling by the window, stretched out his trembling hand, and grabbed his arm.

"gold…"

  He was like a drowning parrot trying to get the words out of his throat.

  Ni Yang understood the expression on his face in seconds, and said quickly.

"Your Majesty, don't worry! I have sent someone to send a letter to His Majesty about the matter of Jin Gallon Port! Not surprisingly, he has already arrived at Yinyue Bay. Using the radio station there, we can contact the scouts on the east coast of Borneo Province. His Majesty will know the situation here tomorrow!"

   Duke Galava heaved a sigh of relief.

  The city defense army of King Gallen Port is really useless, but the army of the empire is more than just a city defense army, and those wine bags and food bags are not even cannon fodder.

   As long as His Majesty knows about this, dispatch the gray wolf army stationed on the banks of the Yongliu River, and drive the alliance people into the sea in minutes.

  He admitted that he made a mistake this time, and was caught off guard by the alliance, both on the map and morally.

But that's okay.

  As long as they can recapture Jin Gallon Port, they will have the initiative to negotiate a ceasefire, and then everything will be easy to talk about.

  With a relieved smile on his face, Duke Galava nodded slowly, and let go of his grip on Niyang's arm.

   "Good job... You can still be relied on when it's critical."

   It's a pity that the status is lower.

  Otherwise, he never thought of reusing this bright-minded guy, such as giving him an errand with real power or something.

  Niyang smiled shyly, and said with a flattering look.

   "It's all well educated by the Duke."

   Galavan nodded slowly, then looked at the white ceiling, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly opened his mouth after a long while.

"here it is?"

   Niyang said hurriedly.

   "The First Hospital of Shuguang City, this is the best hospital nearby."

  Seeing that Niyang stopped talking, Babru, who was standing aside, finally waited for the chance to interject, and added in a low voice.

   "The doctor here said that there is a problem with your heart. If you want to cure it, it is recommended that you replace the bionic heart. For this reason, they have provided two sets of quality solutions, one is the giant stone military industry, and the other is the ideal city—"

   In fact, there is a third set, which is implanted with biological prostheses.

   But that plan is too avant-garde, it seems that only residents of Vault 404 or those infected with mutant slime mold can be vaccinated, so the doctor just mentioned it.

  However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a reprimand.

"shut up!"

   Staring at this guy with rounded eyes, Ni Yang said aggressively, "You want people from the alliance to break the guts of the Duke?! What are your intentions!"

  Babru opened his mouth wide and looked at Niyang in confusion.

  He didn't have any intentions, but he did his duty as a servant and honestly relayed the doctor's words.

  However, Naihe was stupid, and he panicked even more when he was in a hurry, he hesitated for a long time but couldn't say a word, his head was sweating, and he looked suspicious instead.

  The bedridden Duke Galava unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth.

   Hearing that it could cure the old heart disease, he was a little moved, anyway, he was not short of that little money. But when he heard that he was going to break his intestines, he was afraid again.

  That was a knife on the body, not a joke.

  Ghost knows if the alliance doctor will take the opportunity to do something to him.

   In case Chu Guang hinted with his eyes, the doctor here would stab him in the aorta knowingly, and there would be no reasoning at that time!

  Understanding the concern on Duke Galava's face, Niyang approached him intimately and whispered in his ear.

"...My lord, I'm worried that the alliance will take this opportunity to tamper with your heart. As long as you pay attention to recuperation and take your medicine on time, your illness will be fine, but if you let the people of the alliance control your heart, when will it not obey your orders?" But it’s hard to say.”

   "Oh, I've expected it a long time ago... These insidious and cunning guys, how could I fall into this lame trick."

  Thinking inwardly, Duke Galava glared fiercely at Babru who was standing beside him, then looked at Niyang, and continued speaking calmly.

   "Did anything happen during my absence?"

   "For the time being, there are no adults. Foreign Minister Cheng came to visit you once, but you were not awake at that time, so he stayed for a while and then left."

   When talking about this, Ni Yang suddenly remembered something.

   "By the way, I bought the newspaper you told me to buy for you!"

   After speaking, he grabbed the neatly folded "Goblin Observer" on the bedside table, and handed it to Duke Galava graciously.

   This is exactly the version from a few days ago.

   Originally, Duke Galava's complexion had recovered a little, but as soon as he met the exaggerated title, his sallow face instantly turned red.

   "Xilan Empire Gray Wolf Army Commander Di Rang: I'm crying, I just touched you, and you chased me for two thousand kilometers?" ! "

  【...The Burning Corps landed at King Gallon Port. In just one morning, the city defense army was beaten and fled, and both the port area and the Governor's Mansion fell. 】

  These bastards...

   It's so deceiving!

  Jalava only felt his eyes go dark, his head was spinning, his shoulders lost strength and he fell backwards, and the back of his head sank into the pillow again shortly after leaving the pillow.

  Babru waited for a group of werewolf guards to see him, hurried forward, and snatched the newspaper out of his grip.

   "My lord! My lord!"

   "Quick, quick artificial respiration!"

   "Are you a pig! We are in the hospital! Go and call the doctor!" Niyang pushed Babru, who was close to him for artificial respiration, and shouted at him.

  The latter ran out of the door in a panic, ignoring who made the Duke faint from anger, and shouted loudly into the corridor.

"doctor!!"

  At the same time when the doctor was rushing towards the ward, there was also a roar in the majestic palace in Tiandu on the west coast of Borneo Province.

   "Bastard!"

   Throwing the telegram in his hand down the steps of the palace, Wu Tuo's face was burning with murderous anger, and his two beards trembled under his breath.

  The boundless might of heaven weighed on the shoulders of the ministers, and they crawled and shivered, not daring to make a sound.

  The content in the telegram is the original copy of the "Goblin Observer", which records in detail what happened in the King Gallon Port a few days ago.

  However, what made Wu Tuo angry was that the Alliance troops had landed in Jin Gallon Port a few days ago, and he, the emperor, only now knew about it!

  If his mission hadn’t been in Dawn City and rushed to deliver this newspaper, I’m afraid he, the emperor, would still be kept in the dark!

  Wu Tuo's heart felt like a knife, and the roots of his teeth were almost bleeding.

  Governor Nihak is his confidant, and he earns hundreds of millions of dinars in foreign exchange every year, but now he has become a prisoner of the alliance.

not only that.

  The hundreds of millions of dinars he had deposited in the Bank of Port Jingalun have all fallen into the hands of those robbers now!

very good!

   Wu Tuo gritted his teeth.

   He originally only intended to teach those people a lesson, but he never thought that these guys would be so bold that they dared to put their ideas into his pocket.

   Clenching his trembling fists, Wu Tuo uttered an unstoppable roar at the courtiers who were kneeling under the steps.

   "Pass my order down!"

   "From now on, the whole gray wolf army is going to Jin Gallon Port!"

   "Tell General Aryan, I don't care what method he uses! No matter how much he pays! I will let the double-knife flag be planted on the roof of the Governor's Mansion again!"

  (end of this chapter)