"Thousand Sails City needs help!"

In the blue-and-white office, the first thing the head of the garrison in military uniform set the theme of the conversation.

His face was far less peaceful and calm than the blue and white tones, and if he had to be associated with these two colors, it only showed the gloom in it.

"Your Excellency Bulvo, you are the head of the garrison department of Thousand Sails City, and you are the real power person who controls one-third of the armed forces of Thousand Sails City, this should be said to you by others, isn't it?"

Sitting on the sofa across from the desk was a tall middle-aged woman, leaning on the sofa with her upper body and a lady's cigarette between the slender knuckles of her left hand.

Rao is facing the figure standing at the top of Thousand Sails City in front of her, and she still behaves calmly.

As the president of the Archaeological Society's branch in Thousand Sails City, with the status of the Archaeological Association in the current environment, she does have the capital to do so.

"I have asked Ms. Margaret to send the garrison stationed in the satellite city back to defend it, but according to the available intelligence analysis, the Ouroboros are different from any other terrorist organization we have encountered in the past, they have a special force, and the effect of ordinary armed forces has yet to be verified,...... These guys are obviously weirder than the waves of monsters made up of mutants who have no reason to speak of, and we need experts like you to step in and give more advice. ”

Ignoring the sarcasm in the other party's words, Bulwer continued his speech, noticing the disdain curve at the corner of the other's mouth, and continued,

"I know, Ms. Virginia, that we may not have had a good time with each other in the past, but the funding and assistance provided by Thousand Sails to the Archaeological Society is a fact that is evident to all, and I hope that you will be able to fulfill your agreement in this crisis. ”

"The agreement, that's just a document that makes everyone get by, and the affairs of Thousand Sails City don't need any outsiders to dictate them!"

Virginia vividly learned someone's tone, and as she spoke, Bulvo's face on the other side became more and more embarrassed.

That's right, that's what he said.

The Archaeological Association, which was supposed to be responsible for dealing with the cult, was invisible in the recent strange events in Thousand Sails City because of his words.

In fact, this can't be blamed entirely on Bulvo, after all, although he is the nominal supreme commander of the armed institutions of Thousand Sails City, he still has a council composed of major consortia at his head, and he is only the person responsible on the surface, and to put it mildly, he is the security captain of the capital oligarchs.

In the early days of the epidemic, the Archaeological Society issued a warning to the government of Thousand Sails City, asking to intervene in the incident and assist in the investigation.

It stands to reason that this is too normal to be a more normal request, and the Archaeological Society has done the same in other megacities, just like the Graki incident that Zhu Jue experienced when he was in Dawning City, when the federal government handed over the incident to the Archaeological Society without saying a word and cooperated with them in all aspects, and the latter did not disappoint them.

However, somehow, this time, the order conveyed to Bulvo by the Council of Thousand Sails after internal discussions was to absolutely prohibit the Archaeological Society from interfering in the affairs of Thousand Sails.

"Absolutely forbidden", such harsh wording that Bulvoo can only say "YES, SIR!".

Of course, it was one thing to obey the orders of his superiors, and Bulvo did not mean to disdain the Archaeological Society when he said that.

In his opinion, Qianfan City can be different from the federal government, as the head of the garrison department of Qianfan City, the well-trained combat troops and various high-tech weapons under his command are his confidence.

Of course, if something happens in Thousand Sails City, they have to solve it, so what's the matter with handing it over to outsiders?

Who would have thought that as time went by, strange events followed, not to mention, the polluted areas and bone trees in the low-level communities constantly challenged his three views.

In fact, when there was a blackout in the low-level neighborhood and reports of heavy casualties among the garrison's combat units were on his desk, Bulvo was already shaken, and when the contaminated area and the bone tree appeared, he also tried to cheekily ask the higher management to ask for help from the archaeological society.

But what he didn't expect was that the reply given by the council still did not change in the slightest, and even said that if he felt that he could not do it, he could submit his resignation at any time, and then there would naturally be a more capable person to take his place.

Can a man say he can't?

Well, Bulvoo had no choice but to bite the bullet.

However, Bulvo was somewhat careful, and it was obviously impossible for the council to be so reluctant to intervene in the archaeological society just because of the reasons mentioned earlier, and as the captain of security, of course he had to care about the thoughts of the big people.

So Bulvoo began to realize whether there was an irreconcilable conflict between the council and the archaeological society, and privately asked a few of his friends to check, and sure enough!

The reason for the incident was that Qianfan Castle wanted to use the funding of the Archaeological Association over the years to forcibly participate in the archaeological exploration carried out by the Archaeological Association in the vicinity of Tokyo, which sank a few years ago, but was blocked by the top management of the Archaeological Association without saying a word.

The next thing can be guessed, the government of Thousand Sails City threatened the Archaeological Association to comply with the suspension of financial and technical support, but the latter is no longer the small association it used to be, and the archaeological exploration near the sunken Tokyo Metropolitan seems to involve something extremely important, so that the Archaeological Association actually put on a posture of tearing its face with Thousand Sails City.

So even if the two sides are on the bar, no one will retreat.

Under such a premise, if Qianfan City asked for help from the Archaeological Association because of what happened in the low-level community, it would be equivalent to slapping his face and rehearsing the "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent" in his face.

Losing face is a trivial matter, after all, a person who wants face cannot become a big capitalist, and the key is that this compromise means that Thousand Sails City has to give up the right to participate in the archaeological exploration of Tokyo.

As for why there is a sudden compromise now, I heard that it is because the archaeological exploration of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government seems to have encountered a big problem, and the archaeological association has folded several archaeological teams in it, and its attitude has been somewhat relaxed.

Seeing that the opportunity had come, the senior management of the council hurriedly lowered their profile, not only promising to provide all the research equipment free of charge, but also willing to support a group of elites to assist in research free of charge.

On the one hand, this is to retreat as advance, wanting the archaeological association to see their sincerity, and on the other hand, it is also because there are too many bullshit things in Qianfan City recently, if the archaeological association is not convinced, I am afraid it will be difficult for them to continue to support.

So we have today's talks.

Bulvoo felt embarrassed, and Virginia was not full of irritation because of the staged failure of the archaeological exploration in Tokyo.

The outcome of this meeting may have been predestined for a long time.