One hundred meters below Fort Horn sits an underground nuclear bunker reinforced with concrete.

Having imagined that a war with the Great Rift Valley would affect the vassals of the province of Luoxia, General Klaas, when he ordered the construction of the nuclear bunker, asked the Legion's engineers to carry out the construction according to the standard of "being able to withstand nuclear weapons with a yield of one million tons". Theoretically, it's absolutely safe here.

At this moment, in the temporary operations command room of the bunker, Griffin was sitting alone at the command table, facing a silent radio station. His left arm was stitched with a bandage, and the neckline of his uniform was a little bandaged.

Although he was lucky enough to survive the assassination that had been plotted a few days earlier, he was not as unscathed as the outside world knows. Four shrapnel embedded him at a distance

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 of his injuries. Although in the eyes of the outside world, he was frightened by assassination, but after so many years of his life, how could he be frightened by a few assassins? The other party took the initiative to make a move, but he felt a trace of excitement.

He had sensed that there were undercover agents in his army, but he had been struggling to find who was really bedridden. If you can solve this trouble with a single injury, there is no doubt that you will make a lot of money. At this time, the footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and soon there was a gentle knock on the door. "Please come in. The door opened.

Appearing at the door were his guards.

Looking at the loyal soldier, Griffin spoke. 1 "Found it" "Yes sir.

The guard nodded, but there was no snow on his face, and there was a hint of heaviness between his eyebrows. Seeing a hint on his face, Griffin frowned slightly and continued to ask. "Who is it?"

"The centurion of the 70,000 troops, the 3,000 men, and the centurions of the 60,000 officer corps participated in the assassination that day. They paid off to take care of the day's meetings. '

This time Griffin was silent for a long time.

The commander of the 70,000-man team and the 3,000-man team were officers he personally promoted, and he couldn't believe that that loyal young man would betray His Majesty the Marshal and become a good man of the enterprise or the alliance.

And what worries him the most is not the backs of those people, but the fact that this assassination actually involved two teams of 10,000 people.

That's equivalent to 40% of his troops!1 After a long moment, Griffin spoke slowly. "Is the message accurate?" The guard nodded.

"Accurate!! We have solid evidence, but we haven't caught it off yet. "Good." Griffin nodded.

However, just as he was about to make a decision, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and he was halfway through his sentence. The guard asked cautiously with a hesitant expression. "Do you need to arrest the three of them," Griffin said softly after a moment of silence. "Wait, don't startle the snake for the time being." Be. ’

The guard bowed slightly and respectfully withdrew from the door. The door closes. Griffin sighed softly, his shoulders relaxed and leaned back in the chair behind him.

His gaze inadvertently fell on the incandescent lamp above his head, and he suddenly felt that his fate was very similar to that of this lamp.

Dazzling, scorching, and full of energy _ but destined to hang in an inconspicuous corner, and to illuminate only one room in a lifetime. 1 As for his ambitions and ideals, they are like a flat boat in the torrent of the times, no matter how hard he tries his best, he cannot change the mountains and rivers under the boat. Unlike an officer from a famous family like McLene, he was not born into a famous family, but was born into an ordinary family of citizens on the outskirts of Triumph City. Like most of the children of the Willantes, he took part in his first junior training at the age of six

The second time he came into contact with military life, he showed excellent leadership talents, so he was recommended by the instructor to enter the Triumph City Military Academy for training.

Talent, diligence and a little luck, since joining the army, his career can be described as a smooth sailing, at the age of 29, he sat from a captain of ten to the position of captain. Later, he met the man in charge of his life, General Klaas, and received an olive branch from the eastward expansion faction to go to the far east to open up the future of the legion. He still remembered what General Klaas had said to him ten years ago.

There is no doubt about the greatness of Lord Beggar, but it is a pity that Triumph City has decayed, and those who rely on the wine bags and rice bags of their ancestors are intoxicated with the vast territory and extravagant life and do not want to make progress, completely forgetting the hatred of a century and a half ago, forgetting the ambition to conquer the world, and forgetting the unity. If they are allowed to decay, this empire that has been sustained by war will one day fall apart.

"In order to prevent that day from coming, we must have an adversary who is serious enough to make us serious, and we must let our territory continue to stretch to the ends of the world, and forever.

Griffin still remembers how enthusiastic he was at that time, eager to step on the front line and fire the first shot to expand the territory. Unfortunately, he soon found out that things were not as simple as he imagined.

The insightful men of the Dongguang faction died one after another in the expedition, and their sacrifices did not receive the sympathy of Triumph City, so the power of the eastward expansion was strengthened, but the power of the eastward expansion faction was weakened 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 blurred. If he had been young, he would have been angry and ashamed of the betrayal of his comrades. But now, he is no longer angry, but calmly thinks about how to solve the problem. Enlisting the support of other factions at one's own expense is itself a wrong line. 1

General Klaas had already paid with his life, and instead of receiving handouts from bystanders, they had marginalized their political power. 1 In the final analysis, the other factions did not benefit from the expedition, but only saw endless calamities. Only by bringing people from other factions together can it be possible to unite those mediocre people with different intentions. 2

For this reason, he changed General Klaas's strategy, and no longer directly sought to invade the Rift Valley, but took the initiative to negotiate peace with the Rift Valley. ）

After that, he used the mutant tribes of Luoxia Province and the Great Desert as opponents, and carefully planned one victory after another, so that those young talents who were eager to make contributions saw the hope of making meritorious achievements, and came from thousands of miles to support their cause. 1 If all goes well.

Ancient grain-producing areas will be brought under the control of the Legion.

And even if it doesn't go well, the other factions that are involved in the interests will have to increase the number of bets on him!

For example, the nuclear order, and the Sabre fighter before it, were obtained from the factions to which he belonged through his officers who belonged to other factions, especially those from famous families.

As for the legacy left by General Klaas, it has long been wiped out by himself in the expedition. And if it doesn't go extremely well...

He can also use the sacrifice of everyone, including himself, to unite the 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 and picked up the phone that was resting on the radio. Before he could speak, a familiar voice came from the earpiece. "I'm Joseph.

Hearing this name, Griffin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he knew that this person was the demon of the commander of the Eastern Legion, and the fact that he took over the command showed that the marshal had not given up on them. 1 However, before he could relax, the second sentence that came from the earpiece made his face lose its blood color for a moment. "The marshal has seen your plan, and it's not just me who has come to Luoxia Province, but also Cohen from Triumph City." Griffin's face turned slightly pale. After a long time, he swallowed and asked. What did he say.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and instead of answering the question, he asked in reverse. "Are you loyal?"

Vaguely guessing something, Griffin replied in a voice with a hint of trembling forehead.

"My loyalty to Lord Marshal is beyond doubt." Very well," Joseph paused for a moment and continued, "You have two choices, die as a hero, or die as a traitor. You understand what I mean, how to choose in you. Griffin's Adam's apple moved. Am I doing something wrong," Joseph said calmly.

"A war with the enterprise will not bring us anything good, His Majesty the Marshal thinks the same. I can understand your feelings, but now is not the time to do that. This "you" can be regarded as a complete line between them. Griffin was silent for a long time.

"I see." "You have twenty minutes.

Without waiting for his answer, Joseph hung up directly.

Griffin closed his eyes. 1 Five minutes later, he reached out and pressed the electric bell on the command table. Soon, a young officer walked into the makeshift command room.

His name was Karloff, and he was the captain of Griffin's personal guard, and his most trusted subordinate—more trusted than the lieutenant. Standing in front of Griffin and giving a military salute, Karloff said cleanly. "My lord, are you looking for me?" Griffin spoke slowly. "I'm going to die in a quarter of an hour. Karloff froze on the spot.

When he came 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 calmly continued, "Long story short, I need you to do the last two things for me, the first is to declare that the cause of my death is a stroke, and the second thing... Thou shalt look at my body, and no one shall come near, nor shall the autopsy be examined, nor shall the cause of my death be known, until my body is delivered into the hands of Joseph, who shall bring me back to the city of Triumph.

After a pause, he continued.

"Also, my suicide note is in my suitcase, please pass it on to my family for me.

Karlov's face changed with surprise, anger and disbelief, and he could not believe that His Majesty the Great Marshal would give such an order. The Great Legion would never sacrifice a single Willant for the sake of compromise, let alone a highly decorated general. When pigs fly!

There must be a villain behind the scenes.

He clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with anger, and stepped forward to speak. 1 "My lord, or we will go one by one" Griffin interrupted him.

"Don't think so, when I die, I will be honored as a hero and given a state burial as a general in Triumph City... I don't want half my life's hard work and honor to go down the drain because of a small mistake. ”

"Promise me, Karlov, that it's good to let me go alone, not to hate any of our compatriots, not to resist." Griffin's voice tinged with pleading.

Karloff watched him speechlessly for a long time, and finally nodded slowly. "I promise you.

Seeing the young man in front of him nod, Griffin's face finally appeared with a smile of relief, and he changed to a soothing tone. "My lieutenant will take command, Fort Horn will surrender to the Coalition side, and ceasefire negotiations will come to an end in the near future... The war is over. "You'll be able to go home in a while."

"Go ahead, wait for me at the door for a while, and 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 away, and walked out the door with his back to his respected general. Looking at Griffin, who had put everything down in the empty room, his mood relaxed. In fact_

Their efforts are not without meaning. 1

At least let Triumph City send a five-star captain to serve as the governor.

With direct support from the Triumph side, they would receive an even more powerful vassal for a maximum of ten years. At that point, it was not impossible to move eastward. And their sacrifice will also become the motivation for the people of Willante to continue to move forward. There will always be people who sympathize with them.

There will always be people who will perpetuate their unfinished business. "The world will eventually surrender to our feet.

Griffin poured himself a glass of red wine, then reached open the drawer and pulled out a silver box the size of a cigarette case. It contained a capsule of neurotoxin.

It allowed him to die painlessly and kept his body intact. "No one can kill me.

Griffin grinned, tossed the capsule into his mouth, and drank it in one gulp. Except for myself.

Putting down the cup, he picked a comfortable position and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. I can sleep longer this time.

Less than ten minutes after Griffin's death, the news spread quickly among the high-ranking officers of Fort Clarifolia, and it set off a storm for a while. His deputy, General Alec, immediately took over the command of Fort Clarion and the garrison. 0

Griffin's personal guard captain Karloff cooperated with the interim commander's handover, but refused to hand over the general's body, declaring that they would remain in the bunker until General Joseph relieved them of their orders.

Alec, of course, couldn't provoke Griffin's men, and he and the other officers, who knew they were doomed, just wanted to go home.

Ignoring Gritham, the first thing he did when he took command was to restore communication with the Adjudicator, report the situation inside the fortress to the newly arrived governor, and communicate how to 'leave the Horn Fortress with dignity'.

If you don't want this war to continue indefinitely, the Union soldiers gathered outside the fortress shouldn't do too much.

The Coalition commander had previously shouted to them that as long as they laid down their arms, they would be able to withdraw from the safe passage designated by the Coalition to a nearby riverbank, where they would receive food and fresh water. Veric paced back and forth in the tent.

He had also just learned that Griffin had died, but because the No. 5 Defense Area where he was located was some distance from the headquarters, he was not sure whether the news was true or false for a while.

At this moment, footsteps were heard at the door.

Looking at the henchman who appeared at the door, Wei Rich immediately asked. "Griffin is dead," the henchman nodded solemnly. "Yes.

There was a hint of ecstasy on Veric's face, but he quickly held back, looked at the henchman and continued to ask. "How did he die?" the henchman hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Griffin's Guard, Captain Karloff, claimed to have suffered a stroke, but there were many suspicions that they refused to be performed by the military doctor on Griffin, and that they would deliver it to the new commander-in-chief, General Joseph, and I suspect that the cause of his death may have been something else. After a pause, he continued.

"--- command of all the troops in the entire Luoxia Province has been temporarily handed over to General Alec, Griffin's adjutant, and I heard that he is communicating with the Governor about the dignified evacuation."

Wei Li Qi asked with a solemn expression.

"Then what do you think Griffin's real cause of death might be," the henchman said cautiously.

"I don't know, but Griffin had been investigating the ghost who assassinated him that day...... Karloff, perhaps suspicious of us, refused to hand over Griffin's body, demanding that it be delivered to General Joseph. "How can we..."

Veric sneered, just about to say how could it be, after all, no matter how stupid his colleagues were, they wouldn't just experience a failure and do it immediately. But it quickly occurred to him that when the assassination failed a few days ago, he had secretly entrusted one of his powerful servants to kill Griffin. Don't

It's really that pangolin who did it

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, after all, the reason for having a stroke sounded too neat, and it was nonsense when he heard it. He had learned how cunning Griffin was, and this guy couldn't have fooled them all without two brushes. Under the protection of the guards and the bunker, he killed Griffin without realizing it and retreated. What the hell is this pangolin, Vicrich pondered for a long time and spoke. "Get me the pangolin.

The henchman standing in the tent obviously thought of it with him, and nodded seriously. "Yes.

He knew very well that his adult was moved by his love for talents. If that pangolin really has such skills, there is no doubt that it is a worthy target. This person not only has the courage to take the head of the mother of death claws single-handedly on the battlefield with one enemy and thousands, but also has the ability to take the head of the general under heavy protection. Even General McLalen is full of praise for the warriors, and it is really a bit condescending to follow Colway as a thousand-commander. The henchman who received the order was about to turn around and leave. Veric suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a minute - _ does he have any penchant for money, women, power. Or something else."

The henchman paused, bowed his head and thought for a moment. "He was never close to women in the army, nor did he like gold and silver treasures, and he did not show much pursuit of power, except for special food!!! I don't seem to have any other hobbies. There is no preference

It's a bit tricky. However, it is also normal, most of the wastelanders live primitive lives, and have no idea about the word prosperity at all, so the dinar is naturally not attractive to them.

When the time comes, I will give him a manor, and then take him to Triumph City to see the world, and I think he will be interested in those vulgarities. 1 By the way, I heard that he and the female reporter walked quite closely.

A foreigner wants to marry a girl from Wilante, but there is no mine at home, let alone the daughter of a civil official. In the legion, even if the status of a civilian official cannot be compared with that of a military attaché, he is still an official. With an idea in mind, Veric looked at him and spoke.

"So.!! You go to the room, ask the chef to prepare a table of good wine and food and send it here, and then invite the pangolin to come!" The henchman nodded in response. "Yes

At the same time, somewhere in Fort Horn.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team didn't know that the target he was going to assassinate was dead, and they didn't know that he had been put on the cusp before he could do it.

When he found out that his choice would affect the future plot and even the direction of the version, his mood was not as happy as the fun people on the forum imagined. Looking at the crumpled note in his hand, the battlefield guy squatting in the pit scolded and complained. "it... If only I could save a file.

The note was sent by Willridge before, and it said Griffin's recent itinerary, but it was basically the same as if it was there or not, because since the last assassination, Griffin had been hiding in the bunker and barely came out of it.

The only chance to be reliable is the day after tomorrow. The morning after tomorrow, Gritam will inspect his defense area, hoping that he can take advantage of the opportunity to do something. However, it is foreseeable that there will inevitably be a large group of powerful awakened people guarding next to that guy, and even if he succeeds in finding a chance to shoot, eighty percent will be cold. Griffin doesn't care if he dies or not. 1

But it's hard to choose only one of the two plots.

If he could, he would like to see both the plot of killing and not killing, recycle "BE" by the way, and then pick the one with the highest profit, which he does in most RPG games.

However!!! That's a single-player game.

"Wasteland Online" is a player's influence on the worldline is permanent, and it is obviously impossible to do so.

Copying the contents of the note into a notebook from another world, the Warfield threw it into the pit and washed it away. 1 Lifting his pants and coming out of the toilet, he walked towards the barracks not far away, intending to ask Colway for his opinion before making a decision. After all, it's a lifelong friendship. Colway wouldn't hurt him. 3

Of course, the main thing is that Fujito's nonsense reminds him.

When he came with General Verridge that day, Brother Colway's hesitant words and tone did make him a little concerned. It's just that he didn't have a chance to ask at the time, and then he forgot about it. The entrance to the barracks.

The Warfield looked at the guards on duty and said, "I'm looking for Chief Colway."

Recognizing the pangolin's face, the guard gave a military salute. "Chief Colway isn't here, he's gone that way." As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the west. "Thank you.

The Warfield nodded, followed the direction the guard pointed, and sure enough, he saw Colway next to a tent stacked with miscellaneous items.

I saw him sitting on the concrete steps smoking a cigarette, looking at the rows of concrete fortifications and the gradually setting sun on the distant position, and he didn't even realize that the cigarette butts had burned to the edge of his fingers.

Hearing footsteps next to him, he looked back at it. "You're coming"

The Warfield nodded, and walked over to him and sat down. "General Veritch sent me a letter.

Dusting off the ashes from his cigarette butt, Colway said with some irritation. "He's urging you to do it," the Warfield nodded.

"Well, he offered General Griffin's itinerary, and the day after tomorrow was the only chance. After listening to him in silence, Colway spoke.

"The day after tomorrow...... You shouldn't have told me this kind of thing, if I were Griffin's man, you'd be dead by now. The Warfield rolled his eyes. Less bragging.

You're a direct descendant of McClen, otherwise Ridge wouldn't have found you! Mu Ne and taciturn are just his characters, and he is not really stupid. But......

There is no need to say those words.

"I trust you," the Warfield said, shaking his head and looking at him earnestly, "you'll always be my commander." Hearing this, a smile of relief appeared on Colway's expressionless face. I didn't expect that I also had a confidant, but that relieved smile soon brought a hint of loneliness.

Looking at the sunset in the distance, he sighed and said. "I'm glad to hear that, if only everyone were like you." "Like me?" The Battlefield guy was stunned, not understanding why he would say that. "That's right, loyal, brave, open.!! The kind without a hint of falsehood. Colway lit a cigarette butt and said casually.

However, the speaker had no intention, but the listener had a heart, and the old face of the battlefield guy sitting next to him couldn't help but turn red, and he looked away in embarrassment.

It's ok like me!!

All the Willantes are like Lao Tzu, and the legion will not finish the calf sooner. With a cough, the Warfield diverted the topic away from himself, "That... What about you?"

"Me?" A hint of confusion appeared in Colway's pupils, and after a long time, he shook his head, "I...... Up in the air. Battlefield Letter gave him a surprised look.

I didn't expect this guy who always talks about loyalty on weekdays to have such hesitant times. Colvey paused and continued.

"How so...... What I understand as loyalty is one-minded loyalty, solidarity from below, but what I see is not. When he said this, his mind was extremely complicated.

When he was only a centurion before, he never thought so much.!! It wasn't until after McClen's death that he was promoted to captain of a thousand by Griffin and assigned to Venerich's 10,000-man squad that he gradually came into contact with the inside information that he had no access to. The actual legion was not a hemp rope twisted into a thousand threads as he imagined, but a blanket woven from wool threads that bent left and right. Like now.

General Griffin wants everyone to die with him.

He did not mind dying in order to fulfill his long-cherished wish to conquer the Great Rift Valley, to unite all the warlike Confucians and the factions that had promised each other, and to expand the territory of the Legion to the east of the Great Desert!! This is his loyalty to the Legion, to the Marshal. 1

However, Veritsch and the other junior captains did not want to be finished with that madman, they preferred Griffin's death to end this stupid war, which they thought was loyalty to His Majesty the Marshal.

Everyone is doing things he can't understand in the name of loyalty, and everyone has their own understanding of loyalty. So what exactly is loyalty

He couldn't help but wonder if he could be called loyal and on the right side when he had never considered this... Looking at Colway who was confused, the Warfield didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only follow his taciturn personality and ask in a low voice. 1 "What should I do" "I don't know, my dear friend.

Colway sighed, dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, and stepped on it.

Clapping his hands and getting up, he looked at his comrades who had been born and died together, squeezed out a reluctant smile from his face, and patted him on the shoulder. "There will always be times when people need to make their own choices, so let it go...... Follow your heart, and I won't blame you no matter what you choose. "Honestly, I don't believe in all the people here, but I believe in you." You must be the most loyal.

The Battlefield nodded, watching Colway's back disappear around the corner. It's a mistake.

This "good brother" was doomed to disappointment.

He wasn't the "most loyal" at all, but with a little Wilante blood in his veins, he did enough to send him to hell when he died. Not surprisingly, he's probably the only spy here. After all, in such a short period of time, the alliance simply did not have time to deploy other intelligence officers in the legion and build an intelligence network. Eighty percent of those arrested before were wronged, "It's hard to do." "

Shaking his head, the Battlefield stood up with a headache. According to the itinerary provided by General Veritage, the day after tomorrow is the best opportunity, and he must make a decision as soon as possible no matter what, only in this way can he gain the support of Verric's side.

For example, help him prepare weapons in advance, or make a commotion at a specific time.

There are many powerful awakened people in Griffin's guard, and there are even second-stage or even third-stage powerhouses, and even similar sentient players. In addition, the failure of the assassination some time ago has alerted Griffin, and he himself is even more cautious by nature, so it is conceivable that this task is not easy. …… If the assassination fails, or if the assassination succeeds but the identity is revealed, the pangolin's mission is over. "Do you want to say goodbye to NPCs you know?

Thinking of the female reporter named Penny, the nurse who told the joke when he bandaged his wounds, and the question that he was too good to eat, the battlefield guy scratched the back of his head. Never mind.

No matter how you say it, you are also an undercover agent.

Now that the mission is complete, let's see you again. At this moment, two people walked not far away. The Warfield knew them, and they were General Verridge's men. One of the henchmen walked up to him and whispered with a twinkle in his eyes. General Veritsch invites you to come and go. Is it to discuss the specifics of the action?

decided to play his character who didn't talk much to the end, and the battlefield guy looked indifferent and nodded lightly. "Hmm.

may have been stunned by his "domineering spirit". The battlefield atmosphere group obviously felt that the eyes of those two guys looking at him were instantly different, as if they were looking up at a real master.

Is it an illusion?

While he was thinking in his heart, he had already followed the three of them to the door of the camp of Willridge.

The two of them consciously stood by the door, one left and one right. glanced at the two of them with respectful expressions, and the battlefield guy didn't think much about it, and strode towards the account. There is a table inside the snow tent.

It was filled with hearty food and wine, including his favorite roast pig's trotters, beef stew, roasted fish and chicken, and chicken soup that he had in mind. A month ago, this big fish and meat food was not uncommon, but now that the fortress is short of supplies, it is still a little difficult to organize such a table. The Battlefield couldn't help but swallow. Boy.

Is this to give yourself a feast?

It seems that when he sent himself that itinerary, the guy already had a default in his mind about what day he would do it. Dressed in a military uniform, Veric sat directly across from the dining table.

The expression on his face was incomprehensible, and it was impossible to tell whether it was gratitude, reverence, jealousy, or both. Since it was for himself, the war letter was not polite, and he sat directly and generously across the table.

Just as he was about to get straight to the point and make his decision clear, Captain Vicci did not wait for him to speak, took the lead in raising the glass full of red wine, and said solemnly.

"I speak for the hundreds of officers of Fort Horn and the more than 50,000 soldiers here...... Thank you for all you do for all of us! Hearing this inexplicable thanks, the battlefield guy was suddenly overwhelmed. I haven't done it yet.

Out-of-store.

Isn't it too early for Xie now.

Sitting motionless for a full two seconds, he asked, frowning. "What did I do"

There was no deep meaning in this sentence.

But combined with his calm and calm look, this ordinary question sounded in Wei Liqi's ears, but it carried a hint of knowingly asking.

Wei Li immediately understood" what he meant, smiled knowingly, and gave the pangolin comrade sitting opposite him a "I understand" look.

"Understood! You didn't do anything! On this day worth celebrating, let's not mention that obscure madman!" Battlefield ""

Without waiting for the taciturn master to speak, Veric drank the red wine from his glass and greeted him warmly with a smile on his face. "Hurry up, this table is all for you

"Don't worry, don't worry about arousing suspicion from others if you are too public, General Alec, who is acting as the commander, is our man..... Griffin is dead, and even if he were here, those guys would only be able to do things with their tails between their legs. "

"It's over! Thanks to you, this stupid war is finally over! When you get back to Triumph City, I'll take you some good food! Is Griffin dead? Hearing the news, the battlefield guy looked pity.

Combined with Wei Rich's sudden enthusiastic attitude, he immediately reacted, this guy took the assassin for himself. And no wonder......

Griffin was sitting in the bunker in a good manner, if it wasn't for someone to assassinate, it would be impossible for him to crash into the wall and die, right? But it's too weird.

Silently, he grabbed a piece of chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, and under the smiling gaze of Wanfu, the battlefield guy unceremoniously feasted. In any case, he didn't have to get along with the food, and it just so happened that he was hungry.

If this captain wants to misunderstand, let him misunderstand, anyway, if he doesn't say anything, it is impossible for that guy to go around talking about it, let alone boringly investigate the cause of Griffin's death.

As for extinguishing the mouth, it is even more impossible.

Not to mention that there is no evidence to prove that it was done by yourself, even if there is evidence, what can you do?

Griffin's lineage has been suppressed, the new governor is from Triumph, the Eastward Expansion faction is finished, and all those who support the ceasefire will consider him "one of their own". The battlefield guy suddenly felt a little melancholy. I didn't expect Griffin to die like this.

But then again, ninety percent of this battle has already been fought, and his undercover mission has been completed. He hasn't archived it for half a year.

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