On the northern outskirts of Yongye Harbor, on the windward outlet, which has been invaded by wind and sand, there is an alley called Blackwater Lane.

This is the slum of Nevernight Harbor, inhabited mostly by marginalized groups other than the Willants.

Among them were natives from the Great Desert, outcasts from the Legion natives, natives from the New World, and even the Brahminats.

Complex ethnic compositions and sharp contradictions create a mixed mix of fish and dragons here.

Although the local gangsters did not dare to fight openly under the noses of the Willants, vendettas and fights were frequent, as in the Westsail Harbor after the Southern Legion took over.

The people of Willant don't care about the life or death of these scraps, they are just cheap and easy to use labor, although they struggle with poverty and food and clothing every year, they have never seen them die.

They are like weeds, they always come here for various reasons, and after the spring breeze blows, they grow new shoots one after another.

So it's no wonder that the Southern Legion is dissatisfied with the civilian clique in Triumph City.

Triumph City-style squeezing is too inefficient, even weak.

If the bales of Triumph City could build a "harmful" society at the bottom, where flies and rats would bleed over a mouthful of shit, and spit on each other for who would be more smelly, the original riot would not have happened in Xifan Harbor at all.

Like the Eternal Night Harbor.

There will simply be no laborers dying of exhaustion on the docks of the Willantes.

Before they collapsed from exhaustion, they would be quietly buried in a place invisible to all in the midst of the laughter of the crowd with a sense of remorse.

Take Blackwater Alley, for example.

They weren't Willantes after all, and they couldn't be buried in the same place as the losers of the Willantes.

Walking through the "garbage disposal plant", several players whisper and exchange words that the locals might get beaten up for understanding.

Medical miracles: "...... In fact, the Willant people were not extreme enough to allow these bagasses to rot in front of their homes, and did not bury them in the great desert. ”

Angry Fatty Liver: "No, wouldn't it be a predator to drive people to the Great Desert?" ”

Sauerkraut fish: "You can also be the mother of goblins." ”

Medical miracle: "Tsk, make a point, I'm talking about burying." You should have invited you to the restaurant, and politely delivered it to the door. ”

Angry Fatty Liver: "Crazy, huh?!" Then who will do the work for you. ”

Sauerkraut Fish: "+1, you're a little too extreme." ”

Listening to the conversation of the three cerebral palsy behind him, the Taran raiders were full of black lines.

Why does he feel like he's recruited another group of valuables in?

If you think about it, it seems that it was the same before, his desert corps has never recruited normal people.

No wonder he couldn't rush to T0!

It's the fault of these gang members no matter what they think!

"Shut up, you guys, don't you think your foreign language is not dazzling here?"

Hearing their boss speak, the three players finally stopped for a while.

It's not that they've already taken the boss.

The main thing is that I am worried that this colored pen will mess up the task for a while, and throw the pot on my head.

Taran breathed a sigh of relief and refocused his attention on the streets on either side of the alley.

In order not to make his team look like an outing, he specially brought only three cronies he had just met. As for the remaining 30 new members, he arranged for them to go to the hotel to open a room.

After entering the great desert, there is a place for them.

As for now, too many people will get in the way, and they may also be targeted by the Willantes.

Finding clues is not easy.

The houses on Blackwater Street are all built haphazardly, not to mention the house number, and some houses even have to look for a while where the door is.

The address on the note is also written in a very abstract way, and few people can even understand the directions.

But it didn't bother him.

Taran's eyes searched the street for a while, and his eyes soon lit up.

"Horseshoe Tavern...... Count the three facades on the right, go in from the small alley and turn right, and find it! This is it, follow me! ”

Seeing his excited face, the medical miracle who followed him couldn't help but remind.

"Boss...... We've passed by that horseshoe-shaped sign three times. ”

The sauerkraut fish on the side also nodded, with a positive expression.

"+1, I'm impressed, too."

Taran's face turned red and he glared at him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The medical miracle suddenly had an innocent expression on his face.

"Lao Tzu asked you what you were looking for for a long time, and you asked me not to ask, why do I think you know where to go...... You're so lost, I'll tell you about it. ”

Taran blushed and couldn't speak.

The sauerkraut fish fox next to him glanced at the unreliable head suspiciously, and said suspiciously.

“…… Big brother, can you do it? ”

Taran said angrily.

“…… Shut up! ”

The three players exchanged glances with each other, suspicion growing in their eyes.

Maybe......

Maybe it's not that important.

Otherwise, it's really hard to explain why the task was given to this......

Unbeknownst to the four of them at this moment, at the same time as they had just turned into the alley, several Willant soldiers followed closely behind where they had passed.

Although the Southern Army and the Alliance have not declared war on each other, both sides have already knocked out their brains in Borneo. At this time, the people of the alliance suddenly appeared on the territory of the Southern Legion, how could they not be targeted?

Even if you have a visa for Triumph City, it's not easy to use!

As early as the blue gophers came down from the docks, the garrison stationed near the docks had their eyes on them, and they had caught a group of people at the door of the hotel.

The garrison intended to interrogate the group of suspected spies in blue coats separately, but when they counted the number of people, they found that the number of people they caught did not match the number of people who disembarked.

Finding that there were fish that had slipped through the net, the commander of the garrison immediately ordered someone to be sent to chase them.

In this way, the group of guards, led by a ten-captain, chased them all the way from the dock to Blackwater Street to the north.

Seeing that they were about to catch up, they turned a few corners, only to find that the person was gone.

"Damn, I lost it!"

The ten-captain who led the team had a gloomy face, and scolded in the face of the stinking street.

The several Willant guards next to him all looked like they were facing a great enemy, and their eyes looked around at the dark alleys around them, as well as the closed doors and windows.

Although Blackwater Lane is also considered the boundary of Eternal Night Harbor, ordinary Willant people do not come here at all.

Following the Ten-Commander, one of the guards swallowed and asked nervously.

"Boss...... Now what? ”

The ten-man squinted his eyes and searched for a moment on either side of the street.

There was something wrong with this group of blue gophers.

Why would they run away if it was no problem?

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and immediately ordered.

"These guys can't get far, they must be still around Blackwater Street...... Contact your local gang and give out a bounty! ”

The guard's expression was grim, and he immediately received the order.

"Yes!"

……

Getting lost was just a minor episode in the journey, and it didn't affect the desert corps from carrying out their mission.

Following the small note provided by the [Key NPC], Taran "quickly" found the next key NPC in the quest chain - the mercenary named Nock.

Everything went smoothly like the ancestral toilet of the "Cup Club".

Looking at the man leaning against the door of the hut with his chin covered with stubble, the [Taran Raider] vividly confessed what he was here for and who he was looking for, focusing on sincerity.

After listening to his narration, the NPC "Nock" standing in the doorway touched his bearded chin and said thoughtfully.

Martin ...... It's a familiar name to me, but I can't remember it for a while, so why don't you come back in a few days? ”

Taran was overjoyed when he heard this, but his face did not show anything, and he quietly touched out two twenty-face dinars.

"Maybe this will help you remember something."

Looking at the gold coin in his hand, the bearded man suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face, and then accepted it with a smile.

"Martin! I remembered, I know this guy! I had a drink with him yesterday, and the one at the intersection was called ...... What is it called a tavern. ”

"Horseshoe Tavern, right?"

Admiring the jaw-dropping face, Taran smiled slightly and dropped two large heavy gold coins in his hand and patted him on the greasy shoulder.

“…… It's just a deposit, and if you can bring him to me, the balance will be a hundred times the amount. ”

Hearing the generous promise made by the head of the regiment, the three younger brothers who followed him gasped one after another.

4000 dinars!

Even if it were converted to silver at the best exchange rate, it would cost 800 silver coins!

This amount of money is a small amount for those bigwigs, but it is still a lot for newcomers like them.

It can be seen that their regiment commander has made a "blood capital" for this task!

The man named Nock had a greedy expression on his face and took the gold coins into his arms.

"No problem, but ...... How do I contact you once I've found him? ”

Taran smiled faintly and said slowly.

"I've been staying at the Oak Barrel Hotel in the port area these days, and that eye-catching beer barrel is the sign. If you look for a waiter at the hotel, tell me my name directly, and he will naturally bring you to meet me. ”

His brethren had chartered the entire hotel, and it was full of his people.

Although there are a lot of newcomers in his corps, he is not a newcomer, but his presence in the server is relatively low.

After participating in so many expansion films and collecting so many wool roots, the investment of 4,000 dinars was still very easy for him.

As long as you can get the job done, it's all worth it.

After explaining the things that need attention, Taran turned around and left with his three younger brothers in a dashing manner.

Looking at the head of the regiment with a look of "done", Sauerkraut Fish asked with some concern.

"Boss, is this the end of it?"

Taran smiled faintly, with a look of victory on his face.

"It's too early to tell, but it's about the same."

Since the guy named Martin is in the port, everything is much easier to say.

This kind of work of finding people, the local gangs are not better than the police.

The next thing to do is to wait patiently for the flowers to bloom.

Fatty Liver, who had not spoken, frowned, and whispered thoughtfully.

"But I always think it's too simple...... That Martin is so coincidental in this Eternal Night Harbor? ”

"Indeed...... medical miracle touched his chin, "if this task is really that simple, then wouldn't it be possible for anyone to do it." ”

Seeing that these pit bastards looked down on him, Taran rolled his eyes.

"It's called money ability, you know a fart."

Angry fatty liver: "......"

Sauerkraut fish: "The boss is awesome!" ”

Seeing the back disappear into the alleyway, the man named Nock turned back into the house and gently closed the rusty iron door.

The moment he closed the door, the bright smile suddenly disappeared from his face, and the two soybean-sized eyes emitted a fierce light.

A bald man in a vest with a rusty saw walked out of the next room, looked at "Nock" who had returned to the house, and asked.

"Boss, who's out there?"

The man's neckline was tattooed with a centipede-like scar, and it looked very hideous.

If there are locals here, they must be scared out of the urine by this scar.

His name is York, and he is nicknamed "The Doctor", but instead of seeing a doctor, he takes a group of hyena gang boys to collect debts on Blackwater Street.

As for the man he respectfully called the boss, naturally he was not called "Nock", but Morse, the leader of the Hyena Gang.

The gangsters on Blackwater Street called him "Severed Finger".

And the reason why it is called this name is mainly because almost half of the gamblers on the entire Blackwater Street have left their fingers on him.

"I don't know, it's a group of outsiders, and it looks like they're from far, far away...... Their dinar smells of the tide. ”

The tip of his nose pressed against the two gold coins and took a deep breath, Morse's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth gradually evoked a playful smile.

"They call me Nock, but they don't recognize my face...... I guess they don't actually know the owner of this room. ”

York, who had a scar on his chest, flashed a fierce look in his eyes and said with a cruel smile.

"But maybe they can pay back for the dead dog."

"Pay it back?" Morse smiled faintly and said slowly, "York, open up your pattern a little, and just pay back the money to make you satisfied?" ”

4000 dinars?

opened his mouth so generously, if he didn't knock them out for 40,000, he would be sorry for his reputation for "severed fingers"!

With a greedy glint in his eyes, Morse paused for a moment and said with a smile.

"My gut tells me we can get more out of those Kaizi...... More, more. ”

The richest people in this port are the merchants who go to sea.

After all, in their eyes, the most oily and watery wharf is for that group of merchants.

The key figure is a guy named Martin, and they seem to have mentioned an organization called the Enlightenment.

Morse didn't care what the organization was, he only cared about how much money he could get.

As he spoke, he passed by York's side and walked into the next room.

I saw a thin man sitting in the corner.

His face was blue, his eye sockets were deep, his forehead bone was protruding, and he was dying like a dying wild dog.

This guy is the real Nok.

This unlucky man is said to have been a "dominant" figure in the market, once worked as a sailor under a wealthy man in Triumph City, and the settlements he visited could be written into a thick book.

However, it is a pity that the times are not good, and he did not quit the gambling habits he was involved in when he was a sailor, and he was also stained with the "snake grass" smuggled from Snake State to Yongye Harbor, and owed a debt of nearly 20,000 dinars.

For the average person, this is undoubtedly a huge amount of money.

The Hyena Gang spent a thousand dinars to acquire this bad debt, and naturally it was impossible to be satisfied with just returning forty dinars.

They never trade at a loss.

Walking to Nock's side and squatting down, Morse took the dagger from the younger brother on the side, and gently patted Nock's trembling face with the back of the knife.

"Do you know a guy named Martin?"

The look of fear in his eyes was like seeing a demon, and Nox shook his head in a trembling manner.

"No, no...... I don't recognize it—ahh!!hhh ”

Heart-rending screams rang out from the room, and a dagger stuck in his thigh.

The blade was gone.

Seeing the heart-rending screams turn into breathless sobs, Morse smiled at the dead dog and reached out to cover his mouth gently.

"Shh......h Don't scream so badly, I avoided your arteries. ”

When he said this, his words suddenly changed again.

"But not necessarily next time...... You'd better think it through before answering my question. ”

As he spoke, his calloused palm rested on the handle of the dagger, squinting slightly and moving forward.

"Enlightenment, Martin, do you think of anything when you hear these two words?"

Nock, with his mouth open and closed, shrank back in fear, the back of his head pressed against the wall, his eyes fixed on the dagger stuck in his leg, like a pig in a slaughterhouse.

His consciousness wandered on the verge of fainting, and he didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

If it had been before, he would definitely not have been cornered by a few villains.

However, he is no longer the person he used to be, and gambling and drugs have hollowed out his body.

Morse waited a little impatiently, and the dagger he held was slightly hard, ready to give the dead dog a little color.

At this moment, a junior brother walked in from outside and said in a low voice.

"Boss, the Willantes have put a bounty on a few spies from the Alliance who have infiltrated Blackwater Street...... 1,000 dinars for the dead, and two thousand for the living. ”

Morse's eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Bounty...... Where did it come from? ”

The little brother replied immediately.

"The garrison of the harbor!"

York looked at Morse and said with some emotion.

“…… Do you want to do this job? ”

The work of the Willantes is generally more reliable, they say that they give as much as they want, and they never rely on the account.

Moreover, the people of the garrison are also worthy of their please, and it is best to find a guard who you know as a personal favor.

Morse didn't answer, he thought silently in his heart for a while, and looked at the little brother with a frown.

"What about the bounty news? Is there any news else? Like what...... Regarding the characteristics of those spies, and the location of the last sighting, etc. ”

The little brother was stunned for a moment, meditated for a moment, and then replied.

“…… The garrison didn't say anything specifically, but just said let's keep an eye out for fresh faces. ”

When he said this, his heart moved, and he exclaimed as if he remembered something.

"Ah, yes, I heard from the guard that they seem to have lost people at a junction not far from here, and he told us to look around here."

York, who was standing nearby, muttered under his breath.

"Nearby junctions...... The intersection of the main road? Next to that horseshoe tavern. ”

Horseshoe Tavern!

Hearing the name, Morse first showed a surprised expression on his face, and then his eyes quickly narrowed.

At this moment, the little brother nodded quickly and continued.

"Yes, yes, right next to that tavern...... Also, they seem to have caught a batch in front of a hotel called Oak Barrel in the port area. ”

"Can you say something all at once, don't be like squeezing toothpaste." York slapped the little brother on the back of the head and scolded.

The little brother had a frightened expression on his face, and shrunk his neck tremblingly.

"That's all......"

"It's ...... them"

Listening to Morse's thoughts, York's face showed a look of surprise.

"Boss...... Do you know them? ”

"It's not so much that they know, it's better that they were at our door just now." Morse had a strange look on his face.

That's too much of a coincidence, isn't it?

York was stunned for a moment, then threw away the saw in ecstasy.

"I'm going to chase them!"

Looking at York, who was in a hurry to go out, Morse pulled out the dagger stuck in Nock's thigh, and motioned to the little brother next to him to bandage him.

"You don't know what he looks like, I'll go with you."

The Initiation, Martin ...... Even the spies of the Alliance were involved.

The 1,000 dinars were well spent.

Morse's shoulders shook faintly, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

The common man sees the risk, but he sees the golden dinar.

Things are getting more and more interesting......

Nock, who was dying in the corner, looked desperately at the madman in front of him.

He always felt like he was being involved in something terrible......

……

At the same time that the gangsters in Blackwater Lane were all agitated, on the roof of an abandoned factory building not far from Nock's house, two men were holding binoculars and looking in the direction of Blackwater Lane.

The two of them, like the guy named [Taran Raider], are both veteran players who qualified for the closed beta in the early days of the beta test, and the game has lasted for more than two years, and they are both above level 30.

As the best of the bastards, although they are not as good as those T1 and T2 bosses who stir up the entire wasteland world, they can be regarded as seeing more of all kinds of leek-cutting routines.

Whether it's the player's routine or the NPC's routine, they've seen it all.

It was precisely because of this that they didn't pay attention to the guy's foolery at all, and left the team as soon as they got ashore.

Sure enough, not long after they left, something happened to the rookies.

The group of big noses and elder brother Fang knocked out all the dog's brains in Borneo Province, and these guys actually swaggered to pass through the customs with the visas issued by Triumph City, and even went to the hotel to open a room.

This is not taking the "realism" of this game seriously at all!

However, from the perspective of the big picture, this is not a good thing.

The newcomers were holding the e-passports issued by the Sticky Community, in other words, their legal status was recognized by Triumph City.

It is impossible for the Southern Legion to find any evidence of spies from them, and as for the forged evidence, they can at best deceive their own people.

But for the alliance, it can be used as a bargaining chip in the diplomatic game.

Anyway, it is a "clone" that is detained, and it is not a risk of the lives of citizens.

Even if you accidentally "bravely become righteous", you will be done in three days.

In addition, Taran did not know that he was not the only one who received the task.

The two veteran players standing on the roof of the building can now determine that as long as they exceed level 30, they can trigger the quest to investigate the Enlightenment.

And there are more than level 30 players on the entire ship, and there are only three of them.

"The movement made by that critic is not small, and the entire Blackwater Alley is agitated."

[Desert Eagle] laughed and put down the telescope in his hand.

The teammate standing next to him looked at him and asked.

"Just leave him alone?"

The Desert Eagle shrugged his shoulders and said disapprovingly.

"There's no need to care, even if he gets caught...... And it's not a bad thing to let him make some noise. It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack to find the Enlightenment Society in the Great Desert, so it would be better to startle the snake and let the other party realize that we are looking for them, and maybe they will take the initiative to find us in turn. ”

"At that point, we might be able to find a little clue."

In fact, it was clear from the mission briefing that the Coalition Guards were not sure that the Enlightenment would be involved in the war in Borneo, but had heard that a researcher who was a Vault resident had appeared on the Southern Legion's side.

The guy used the technology of the Boom Era to develop a virus called the "Death Agent".

It's a lot like what the Enlightenment would do.

Considering that most of the Southern Legion's colonies are located along the edge of the Great Desert, it is reasonable for the Alliance to assume that the Southern Legion should have reached some sort of agreement with the Enlightenment.

There is a high degree of freedom in this task.

Any intelligence that is confirmed to be valuable can be exchanged for Contribution Points and Credits, and may further trigger hidden missions as the investigation progresses.

However, because of this high degree of freedom, the difficulty behind this task must not be small.

Just like the brood in Baiyue Province, the task that was released last year has not been completed by this year.

After listening to the sand sculpture's strategy, [Junichiro Laughkawa] couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Cattle Pi...... This wave of selling teammates is really bullish. ”

There is no meaning of yin and yang.

He really thinks it's a cow.

However, the sand sculpture was not satisfied with his statement, and refuted it with a sigh.

"What is the meaning of selling teammates, this is called beating the grass and startling the snake, throwing stones to ask for directions, and learning points!"

Strictly speaking, their group of casual players are all stones thrown by the manager.

And it's the kind that the wisher takes the bait.

As for the Han Han named Talan, it was the stone he threw out.

If only that guy was caught, Enlightenment might take the initiative to find him.

The laughing craftsman was impressed.

"You say yes, that's it."

(End of chapter)