After getting off the submarine, Muda returned to the speedboat with two of his subordinates and headed for the crater.

They've been in the fries port for too long, and not going back to the shift might raise suspicion among others.

And before he was on the shift, he had to talk to the brothers on the next shift to make some adjustments to the area of the patrol area.

He couldn't arrange such a big thing in a day, and he needed enough time to do ideological work for his subordinates.

Recalling the conversation on the submarine just now, the subordinates standing beside him hesitated, but finally couldn't help but speak.

"Sir...... "What's wrong?"

"We...... Does this count as a collaborator?"

It's not just his concern.

The patrolling brother standing in the cockpit also looked towards the deck, waiting for the commander's answer.

Looking at the rolling sea in the distance with a complicated expression, Mu Da pondered for a long time, shook his head, and said with a firm expression.

"Not counting."

"But......" The expression on the sailor's face was still a little hesitant, but this time Mu Da looked back at him with a much firmer look.

"The real enemies are those who pull us into the abyss for their own ambitions, and not those who would rather gamble their lives than pull us out of the abyss. They are different from those who have come from Haiya Province, they really intend to end the wasteland on this planet, and perhaps this is why Mr. Sun Yuechi wrote that letter for them."

"We have never betrayed the survivors who live in this sea, we do not now, and we never will."

The two sailors exchanged glances with each other's eyes, and although there was still confusion and uncertainty about the future in those eyes, they felt a little better.

Whether this is a betrayal or not, they are already on this thief ship.

I can only continue to drive this ship......

I don't know who changed the topic first, and the other person tacitly picked up the conversation and talked about something else in a relaxed mood.

"Speaking of, what do they eat on the beach? It smells weird."

"I saw barbecue and beer...... And that golden thing that looks like they're talking about fries?"

"...... The food is better than Lao Tzu. The sailor smacked his lips enviously, feeling the worms in his stomach tick up.

After all this had happened, he had already worked an extra night, and now he only felt hungry and sleepy.

Mu Da, who was leaning against the side of the boat, yawned and said casually.

"You're so curious, let's go to their harbor another day."

"Chief, do you have that silver coin from them?"

"Aren't they going to trade with the settlements of the crater? When the time comes, it will be nice to exchange federal coins with them."

"Great idea!"

Before you know it, the patrol boats of the Federation of the Southern Islands are moving farther and farther towards the rising sun in the east.

No one noticed that the Federation of Islands, which had been condensed by conspiracy, had quietly appeared a crack......

On the other side, the official website of "Wasteland Online".

After visiting the submarine, the players brought the news back to the forum as soon as possible and shared it with those sand sculptures who had never seen the world.

Murderous Dagger: "I'll tell you! That submarine is awesome! With a total length of more than 200 meters, the whole is an underwater aircraft carrier."

Debt-eyed: "?! Is there really one?!"

The construction site boy and the bricks: "The sun is coming out in the west, Ah Wei is not bragging?!"

Tail: "Gioo! don't mess with me, when do I love to brag!" (ノ「Д)ノ」

Night Ten: "Shocked, when did Brother Guang be so generous!"

The French Fries Port is temporarily not connected to the Internet, and the photos taken cannot be uploaded to the evacuation site in real time, and there is no way to synchronize them to the official website.

Fortunately, now that technology is developed, there are big hands in women's affairs, according to the three words described by players who have seen the world

Two words,After refining the key points, it was sent to the AI drawing software.,Through continuous training, a CG picture like that is also directly released.。

Looking at those AI-generated copycat CGs, everyone was able to feast their eyes in advance, but soon new controversies emerged.

Shipyard Master Zhang: "Wait, you say this thing can dive?!"

Drink the foot-washing water: "!"

Hulu Island Fish Seller: "I'm curious about how such a large diameter pressure-resistant shell is made!? And what is the welding process!? This thing can dive 100 meters in reality, and I ate it!"

Midnight with an umbrella without a knife: "Brother is stunned, this is a game!"

Hungry Force: "Hey, you can accept the 500-meter-long iron airship, what is unacceptable about a submarine of more than 200 meters?"

Bow to the hungry forces: "That's it! Even a starship of thousands of kilometers can be welded, but a submarine of 200 meters can not be welded? 「

Ward beriberi who Levine: "Hiss...... One thing to say, it's really possible! Isn't that Heavenly Court near the entrance to Vault 70? Eighty percent of their welding skills were recovered from the Heavenly Court space station!"

Ya'er I want to go to the toilet: "Mommy...... When you think about it, Vault 70 is off to a terrible start!"

The voice was quieter, and I Bron: "How the hell is this how you play a good hand like this?!"

Thinking of sending scientific research points and populations when people's shelters opened, and then thinking about being hammered by looters and god-changing people as soon as they showed up, a group of A-test players burst into tears and sighed.

At that time, it was really, picking up a burning stick could be used as an artifact, like now, even a Gauss sniper rifle can be bought for money.

To be honest, it was not only these A-test players who sighed, but even Chu Guang, who was sitting in the shelter and peeping at the screen, was full of emotion.

Strictly speaking, these A-test players came out later, and he was the first to crawl out of Vault 404.

Don't talk about burning sticks at that time. It's a dog at the beginning, and it's the kind with two heads that chase his ass and bites.

Thanks to the survivors of Bate Street, he was not bad, and Xiaoyu's family took special care of him, otherwise it would be difficult to say whether there would have been so many things later.

"To be able to play such a good deck of cards like this is indeed a talent." Looking at the map of the southern seas, Chu Guang also felt a burst of emotion in his heart.

Although he was not at the scene, according to the players' chats on the forum and the general binding that Xiaoqi helped him make, he can roughly understand the whole context.

Although Sun Yuechi was reluctant to admit it, Vault 70 had become a de facto "inner city aristocracy" in the southern seas.

Their advantage is probably that they are not as arrogant as the nobles of the inner city of Boulder City, and most of them are elite educated senior engineers and experts, with knowledge and experience far beyond that of ordinary wasteland people.

On the downside, they may be more detached from the masses than the inner city nobles, who often come and go in and out of the latter.

Even now, both Huang Guangwei and Captain Chen believe that the way things have come is because of the stupidity of the survivors in the southern seas, not because of their lack of communication in the real sense.

If, in the past century, they have been willing to let go of the high practices of the Enlightened and give a little power to the ordinary survivors who have grown up, and there will be no "federation" that completely excludes the refuge.

Coral City, cultivated by the residents of Vault 70, was the first to be torn apart by this strife.

Their embarrassment is not only due to their dependence on ocean current power stations, but also because they are caught between two separate groups.

Staring at the azure ocean, Chu Guangyue felt pity.

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder at the corner of the table, swayed his calves leisurely, put his hands on his cheeks, looked at Chu Guang's side danger, and suddenly spoke curiously.

"Master."

Retracting his gaze from the forum, Chu Guang looked at Xiao Qi

。

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Qi said with a wink.

"Since the southern seas are so important, why don't you just take over there, and leave it to the players to do it themselves?"

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"They are in the local area, and they know much better about the situation there than I don't know if I can't walk away, so leaving it to them is the best choice."

"What's more, I want them to take the initiative to change this wasteland and maximize the creativity and enthusiasm of the players. If they can defuse the crisis in the southern seas on their own and unite the survivors there, it will be more effective than how many expansions I have sent."

"We just need to give them enough support when we need to."

Of course, he didn't leave all the work to the player.

As the manager of the alliance, he also has his own job.

Not only the ongoing NCS meetings, but also the recent series of collaborations that the Alliance is working on with the Hump Kingdom, and so on.

Construction has begun on a railroad from Fallen Leaf to the fortress of Petra, and once completed, the Hump Kingdom will be integrated into the Alliance's overland trade network.

Negotiations with the embassy at Silvermoon Bay have been completed, and embassy staff and a group of player-specific hibernation pods are already on their way to Oasis 4.

As save points stretch outward along the Alliance's railroad, more and more players will appear on the route from Dawning City to Port Fries.

The vast majority of these players' gaming behaviors will have a positive effect on the development of French Fries Port.

And all of this is the behind-the-scenes work he does that ordinary players can't see......

……

Just when players are talking about the Dolphin nuclear submarine and the suspected upcoming new version, the distant Silvermoon Bay is also bustling at the moment.

The morning bell had just struck, and the seagulls were already hovering over the chimneys and masts of the steam galleons.

Boilermakers with shovels yawn onto deck, and dock stevedores with towels on their shoulders unload boxes of cargo from barges of various shapes and styles to ground crews who transport them to the harbor reservoir area or to the trade market a kilometre away.

There is everything from precious wood and splendid silk to spices with strange smells and boxes and bundles of gold and silver, or treasures from the Age of Prosperity.

As the port with the largest cargo swallowing energy in the entire Luoxia Province and even the central and eastern regions of the entire Central Continent, not only ships from the east and west coasts often appear here, but even ships from another continent occasionally unload here.

That's why the hustle and bustle here usually starts at the moment the sun rises and lasts until it sets.

Whether it's the stevedores on the docks, the pedestrians coming and going in the streets, or the hawkers shouting and selling in the markets, everyone is trying to make the jingle of a few coins in their pockets a little louder.

However, in this port, where the myth of wealth is born every day, the story of getting rich overnight is often irrelevant to the busy majority of people.

For example, Mogave, who had just made a windfall, was drunk in a tavern early in the morning, and braged at the drunkards who had also had a hangover all night.

"You guys who have never been to sea in your life can never imagine how amazing the situation is there! Boxes and bundles of gold are spread out on the beach and no one picks them up, and an assault rifle can be exchanged for a priceless blood mink!"

Listening to the shriveled and hoarse noise, the drunkard sitting at the table next to him took a sip of alcohol mixed with water, and joked with a smile.

"Dude, we don't need to go to sea."

"That's it!"

Another drunkard also took over the conversation and said with a smile.

"I have five shops in the harbor of Silvermoon Bay, all of which are leased to the merchants of the Alliance, and the rent they pay me every month has to be in sacks, and I just sit here and drink all day without worrying about running out of money."

"Like you, man, I have thousands of cows and 10,000 pigs on the farm in Oasis 9, and I can earn as much as I can eat those blue coats."

Mogarwi stared at the guys with straight eyes.

Boy!

It can blow better than Lao Tzu!

The boss sitting behind the bar couldn't stand it anymore, slapped the wiped cup on the table, and couldn't help but say.

"Since you're so rich, you might as well buy the order, and I'll be closing in two hours."

The drunkard with tens of thousands of pigs waved his hand.

"It's still the old rule that we're all so familiar, let's keep the accounts first--"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a glare from the boss.

"Don't even think about it! You already owe me 1,147 golden camels, and if you don't pay for it today, I'll sell you to the docks to work as a coolie to pay off your debts!"

The drunkard's face suddenly twisted into a bitter melon, and he pleaded.

"Oh, please, don't send me there! I'll be back in two days!"

Looking at the wailing drunkards, Mogarvi stretched out his index finger and pinched his eyebrows, and then slammed his fist on the table.

"...... It's so unlucky!"

These poor ghosts!

A gold mine full of gold.

The reason why he advertised so hard to those people was certainly not out of any kindness to help others, or to repay the kindness of those who were generous, but purely to attract investment for his next deal.

The port was on the edge of the Baiyue Strait, and even if he didn't reveal where it was, someone would find out sooner or later.

Not to mention, there were so many sailors and mercenaries on deck at the time, and he didn't expect those who paid to do things to keep any secrets for him, after all, the money he earned was never shared with them.

Maybe with a drink, those guys will sell the secret of their wealth.

Since that fries port will be discovered sooner or later. Before someone else steps on the threshold of that port, it is a smart person to take advantage of the time difference and information gap to make the business as big as possible.

And in order to do this, the little money he has in his hands is obviously not enough, he needs to pull some guys with a lot of stupid money into the gang.

It is best for a prince or nobleman to take a fancy to his business, throw him a large sum of money to buy a fleet directly, or even simply lend Wang Tang's fleet to him to pull goods.

That way, at least he wouldn't have to look at the captains' faces.

Unfortunately, his business was just getting started, and although the goods could please the princes and nobles, he was not qualified to appear at their banquets without any status, so he could only try his luck at the tavern near the port.

Just as Mogarve shook his head and was about to buy the order and leave, two men in black robes walked in from outside the tavern.

The owner of the tavern looked at the door, thinking that they were here to drink, and said politely.

"I'm sorry, guest, we're out of business here, and we're cleaning up the mess."

The man at the head didn't speak, just glanced around at the drunkard who was sitting there drinking, and then stopped at Mogarwi's face.

The two exchanged glances, and one of them walked to the door, and the leader went to the bar, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and threw it on the table.

"I bought his order."

The tavern owner was stunned, and quickly accepted the money, and put the change from the fog on the iron tray.

However, the man didn't even look at it, and just walked straight in the direction of Mogave.

From the moment the two men entered the door, Mogarwi had been quietly watching them.

Especially when he saw that the man took out a hundred-dollar bill and paid for him happily, and walked towards him without even looking at the money he was looking for, his pounding heart almost jumped to the eye of the noise.

Boy!

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

This man is stupid money

The many financiers can be regarded as making him wait!

Looking at the black-robed man who stopped in front of him, Mo Jiawei cleared the noise and pushed away *** and got up, and stretched out his right hand in a friendly manner.

"What is this boss's name?"

The man in the black robe looked at him with a blank expression. He shook his outstretched hand and shook it, then let go and said.

"Singh, someone is interested in your business, I wonder if Mr. Mogarwi is willing to appreciate his face."

Mogarwi was stunned.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of me was not the main owner, but a hired person. But it was precisely after discovering this that the eagerness in his eyes was not only not diminished, but intensified.

"Who is your boss?"

The man, Singh, said in a calm tone.

"He's staying nearby, please come with me."

Looking at the man who turned and walked towards the door, Mogarvi didn't feel any problem at all, and followed him eagerly.

The group walked out of the tavern and walked south along the bustling street for a while, passing by the luxurious hotel several times, and Moga thought that they had arrived at the place, but saw that the two of them had no intention of stopping at all.

Especially when one of them slowed down and walked behind him, he couldn't help but have a faint alertness in his heart.

But in the end, he still suppressed the doubts in his heart.

After all, this is the territory of Silvermoon City, even if the security here is not excellent, but the matter of which street fight is still very rare.

Besides, the temperament of the two is not like a bandit, but more like a nobleman's retainers. He often deals with royal servants, and he is still very confident in his vision of people.

After walking for about half an hour, the group came from the bustling market to a corner of the port area.

Two warships flying twin flags were parked on the edge of the dock, and a dozen or so muscular men with ripper-carrying rifles on their backs stood on the film.

The entire dock seemed to be contracted by these two warships, and the other ships were hiding far away, not even the dock workers and patrolmen.

At this moment, Mogarve finally panicked.

Glancing at the man who was following him, he turned to Singh as he walked ahead, and asked in a trembling voice with a hint of trepidation.

"Who the hell are you, your boss?!"

Singh smiled faintly, paused, and pointed to the ship in front of him with his chin.

"Master Achim is on the ship ahead, go up and talk."

Hearing this, Mo Jiawei's heart instantly fell from the noise to the bottom, and he complained in his heart that he didn't choose, only regretting that he was blinded by interests.

The black-robed man stood motionless behind him, clearly not intending to let him go.

Not only that, but the dozen or so soldiers with rifles on their backs near the dock also stared intently at his face.

Looking at that menacing posture, I am afraid that if I dare to turn back and take a step back, those guys will not hesitate to rush up and tear themselves apart.

Seeing that he stood there and did not move, the man named Singh politely reminded him with a hint of impatience.

"Mr. Mogarve, please get on board."

"Yes......"

Stared at by those sharp eyes, Mogarwi smiled bitterly, and could only step out of his lead-filled legs and walk in the direction of the flagship gangway.

These guys are from the Xilan Empire.

These people are notoriously unreasonable in the entire Silvermoon Bay, and even the governor of Silvermoon Harbor and the city lord of Silvermoon City have nothing to do about these guys, so they can only hope that the protection of the alliance can make these guys restrain themselves.

Mo Jiawei never thought that he would provoke this gang of plague gods, let alone that they would kidnap people directly from the downtown area without following the rules!

Of course.

He also admits that part of the reason for this is himself. If it weren't for greed, if it wasn't for being paralyzed by alcohol

brain, how could he not fall for such an obvious situation.

After much deliberation, Mogarvi finally made it to the deck and met Captain Achim in a lavishly decorated captain's room.

I saw that the bearded man raised his nostrils slightly, looked at him with the posture of interrogating a prisoner, and spoke nonchalantly.

"You've been to Port Fries?"

Mo Jiawei didn't dare to hide it, and nodded nervously.

「…… Yes, my lord, I just came back from there."

Hearing this, Captain Achim's eyes narrowed slightly, and those eyes were like letters spit out by a viper.

Mogarwi felt a chill down his spine, and was about to ask the adult in front of him what he had to say, when Captain Achim spoke slowly.

"I need you to do something for me."

That's the tone of the command.

Obviously there is no negotiability.

Mogarwi, who was thinking about how to get out of here, nodded hurriedly.

"Speak."

Satisfied with the attitude of the merchant in front of him, Captain Achim continued slowly.

"I'll give you two cargo ships, you take them to the port of fries, just let them dock at the port successfully, and we'll take care of the rest, it's as simple as that."

Mogari asked tremblingly.

"Those two ships...... What is the cargo being pulled?"

Achim said as he looked at him expressionlessly.

"You don't need to know."

Probably guessing what might be on board, Mogarwi swallowed, smiled in cooperation, and nodded flatteringly.

"Okay! No problem adults! I'm familiar with the guys at Fries Port, so whatever cargo you want to pull there...... But it's not a short trip, can I go back and pack my bags before I leave?"

He swears.

As long as he is allowed to return to the downtown area, he will definitely run away without saying a word, presumably the embassy in Lianbi should be full of interest in this information, and maybe arrange two bodyguards for him.

However, Achim only glanced at him lightly, and said with a smile,

"Do you think I'm going to let you go down?"

Looked at by that sneering look, Mogave only felt a chill on his back, and immediately squeezed out a smile on his face that was not much better than crying.

"I...... I'm not going down. So my lord, when are we leaving?"

Right now, two ships are already waiting on the Borneo Sea, and I will give you a ride myself. Achim took out his diamond-encrusted pocket watch, looked at it, and tossed it into a drawer.

Suddenly noticing the smile on the little merchant's face, which was more ugly than crying, his eyes moved slightly, and he stepped forward with a smile and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly in a friendly manner.

"Don't worry, we're just going there to get what belongs to us. Follow me and do it well, and I won't treat you badly when it's done."

Mo Jiawei looked at the confident guy in front of him with a smile and a smile, and thanked him with a thousand thanks, but he had already scolded his mother in his heart.

These short-lived ghosts!

Don't talk about being tired of living, you have to pull him along!

All he wanted now was for these guys to stay away from him when they died, so that blood wouldn't spill on him......

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