At the Governor's Mansion of Eternal Night Harbor, Governor Yahui was reviewing documents as usual.

And at this moment, there was a soft knock at the door.

Hearing the knock on the door, Yahui's heart couldn't help but sink slightly.

Just two hours ago, he had instructed his secretary to push off all requests for appointments that had not been booked in advance during today's working hours, but the knock on the door still rang.

In this way, it seems that this knock on the door is something that neither he nor his secretary can refuse......

"Please come in."

Almost as soon as he asked for the entrance, the man at the door pushed the door open and walked in.

"Long time no see, Mr. Governor."

Looking at the man in military uniform at the door, Yahui's face also made a warm smile.

"Long time no see...... Mr. Peter, what is the wind that blows you here? ”

Although the man named Peter in front of him was only a commander of a thousand commanders, as a commander of ten thousand, he did not dare to slack off at all.

There is no other reason.

This man was the secretary of Chief Dickenswan, the Minister of General Affairs of the Borneo Theater of the Southern Legion.

That's a big deal.

Although Yahui himself is also a commander of ten thousand soldiers, and he is a two-star commander of ten thousand soldiers, in a system that emphasizes military merit in the legion, the rank of the commander in the administrative system is naturally one level lower than that of the officers in the military system, and there is another division within the army.

Although the general affairs of the theater are not considered to be operational establishments, after all, they are also in the army system, and they are also front-line theaters, and their level is much stronger than that of him, the governor of the colony.

The point is that Eternal Night Harbor happens to be on the supply line in the frontline theater, and as the governor of the colony, he has the obligation to cooperate with the other side to complete all the needs of the other side to raise supplies.

Even if the relationship between the two parties is not superior-subordinate, he has to lower his posture.

After all, if a hat of "hindering front-line logistics" is buttoned up at that time, his career will not end here, and there will be a lot of trouble.

It is precisely because of this that he has such a headache in his heart.

Looking at the smile of Yahui Peter, he just smiled faintly, and then said pointedly.

"I've heard that Eternal Night Harbor doesn't seem to be very peaceful lately."

Yahui sighed in his heart that the person who came was really not good, but he still asked nonsense

"This ...... What are you referring to? ”

There was no intention of going around in circles, Peter said bluntly.

"I heard that the bombing at noon sounded like it had blown up a factory."

Yahui made a sudden expression and said with a smile.

"Indeed...... I've heard that there was a gang fight, but it was just an abandoned factory, and there were no unrelated casualties. ”

A few gangsters and stowaways died, but it wasn't a human at all.

In Harbor of Eternal Night, only the things of the Wilantes are the big things, and everything else is the small things.

Peter apparently acquiesced, but was not very satisfied with Ah Hui's answer.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked with a smile on his face.

"The gang is fighting, but why did I hear about it...... The Garrison's Intelligence Section was also involved. ”

Staring at the scrutinizing gaze, Yahui only felt a faint tingling in his scalp, and cursed the fool of the garrison commander Willoughby over and over again in his heart.

"There's something hidden in that, but—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Peter, who was standing in front of him, raised his hand and stopped him.

"Mr. Governor, I have only come to convey the opinion of Captain Dickens. He felt ...... You're a little bit out of business. ”

"In addition, the anti-aircraft artillery that was supposed to be sent to the front line appeared in the slums of Eternal Night Harbor, and we have to suspect that there is some kind of benefit transfer behind this."

After hearing these words, Yahui couldn't help but scold shamelessly in his heart.

Who is behind the transfer of interests!

In this year, it was the thief who shouted to catch the thief first.

Looking at Peter, who seemed to be smiling, he said in a calm voice.

“…… I will inform the garrison. ”

Peter nodded slightly.

"No need, I've already spoken to Captain Willoughby before coming here."

With these words, he turned and walked to the door.

This arrogant move made a trace of annoyance flash in Yahui's eyes.

But thinking that he didn't need to be like a thousand-commander, he finally suppressed this anger.

It is impossible for a secretary to do so many things on his own accord unless instructed by the master behind him.

This is a knock from the General Services Department, and it is not clear that it is from Minister Dickens himself.

“…… Dog-fighting guys. ”

Seeing the back disappear outside the door, Yahui cursed in a low voice, grabbed the phone on the table, but didn't know who to call, so he fell back hard.

At that moment, his secretary walked in through the door tremblingly.

"Mr. Governor...... I tried to stop him, but—"

"It's not your business to blame for this."

Yahui waved his index finger in annoyance, throwing down a sentence to send people away.

The secretary hesitated for a moment, then spoke quietly.

"Captain Willoughby wants to see you—"

Yahui interrupted his rambling impatiently.

"Let him go! What to do, what to do. ”

……

Faith and bread have to be chosen, and the choice is not just made by an unknown person who works in the customs, but also by the big ones.

It's just that the latter can see much more information than the former can access.

It is precisely for this reason that often when the former is still struggling, the latter has already made a choice.

Throughout the afternoon, the calm and calm Eternal Night Harbor was in the midst of that quiet and peaceful turmoil.

That humble abandoned factory was like a stuffed powder keg with all the dreams that were only promised.

Whether it's the Willantes who have lost their faith, or the Willants who still have faith.

The entrance to Katlode Prison, at dusk.

Kant, who was about to get into the car parked at the door, suddenly received a call from Daniel, and his hand stopped on the grip that had just been opened.

Talking to Taran, who was following him, he stepped aside.

At this moment, the voice coming through the headphones made his heart sink slightly.

The boss who had instructed him to continue with the plan a few hours ago suddenly changed his tune.

His worst fears had happened.

“…… The operation was canceled. ”

The Adam's apple moved, and he struggled to squeeze a superfluous question out of his throat.

"Why?!"

"Captain Willoughby called the Intelligence Section, canceling Project Vespa...... Obviously, our 'cocoon' has hit a wall that is far harder than ours. ”

Daniel's voice was tinged with a hint of exhaustion, as well as a hint of self-deprecation.

Kant knew what he wanted to say but didn't say, and the prey they were targeting had already bitten the hook, and now he said he was going to give up......

He really didn't want to give up like this, he couldn't help but ask.

"Have you explained it to the section chief......

Daniel sighed deeply.

"Explained, but it didn't work, I heard that it was pressure from the General Affairs Department of the war zone. The whole plan was personally deployed by Captain Willobywan, and he should have explained everything he could, and even if we reported it to the authorities, it would be redundant. ”

General Affairs Department......

Kant held his breath for a moment, and it took a long time before he slowly spoke.

"And what about our wasps?"

Daniel was silent for a moment.

"The Chief of the Intelligence Section and Captain Willobevan talked about this, and they re-read the documents provided by Triumph City and came to new conclusions...... Perhaps the Torch Project was not actually completed, and the project was a dead project from the beginning. ”

As if to convince himself, he continued later.

“…… This actually makes sense, after all, neither Triumph City nor the Eastern Legion paid enough attention to the weapons mentioned in the plan. Expecting to intercept this non-existent secret weapon may have been our own self-inflicted desire from the start...... Or rather, Chief Willoughby's self-inflicted sentimentality. ”

Something like this has not happened before, and it has even happened more than once.

It's just that because of survivorship bias, only successful plans will be remembered.

In fact, the vast majority of cases go bankrupt for a variety of reasons.

This is especially true of well-prepared and complex plans.

Daniel reached out and pinched his brow and continued on the phone.

"As for the wasps...... I put a bomb in the car, you can add a zero to the number I called, and then dial it out, you can do it yourself. ”

That guy was probably not an Alliance spy or just an ordinary Vault dweller.

If Daniel was only vaguely suspicious at first, he was almost convinced of this after so many temptations.

Only this explanation can explain why he didn't show any flaws.

However, this guy has been involved in so many operations, and they can't politely invite him out of the country.

Once that guy comes to his senses, they'll be the laughing stock of everyone's mouth.

Even for the sake of the Southern Army's face, they had to leave him here.

Kant was silent for a moment and then whispered.

"I see."

After hanging up, he stood there and waited for a long time before returning to the car.

That "spy of the Union" was already sitting in the car...... In fact, it can no longer be said that the guy is a spy, it can only be said that he is a guy with a bad head.

No amount of lies in the Daily Survivor proves that the Triumph or the Southern Army Victory are white rabbits who don't lie. Using one person's lies to justify another's honesty is in itself a form of imbecility.

At first, he thought it was just a lame excuse made up by the Spy, but now it seems that this guy really thinks so.

Kant didn't know how to describe the feeling in his heart, but it was simply stupid to cross the ocean and risk his own life for such a stupid reason.

Like now.

All he had to do was dial a number, and the guy in the car would turn into a swarthy corpse.

After that, whether it is dumped on the Enlightenment Society or the gang members, or without any explanation, the matter is over.

But......

Is it really good to end up like this?

A terrible thought suddenly appeared in Kant's mind.

In fact, he has another choice with the "remote control...... It's not a joy for everyone, but it's a great choice for him.

That is to make this bomb destined to explode more violently, let it "boom" in the center of the trouble into fireworks, and use the last second of the countdown to play its due value...... Instead of quietly drowning in hidden corners, as everyone expected.

Kant, who was staring at the car, suddenly remembered that bizarre dream.

The image in the field of vision seemed to tear apart, then flickered like a slide, and gradually coincided with the five hundredth worlds he had conquered.

But that's not the point.

The real focus is –

"I'm a hero of the Willantes......"

His mouth muttered softly, and his cloudy pupils became more and more firm, as if he was determined to do what he was going to do next.

It's like a real heavy addict, a hopelessly addicted to hallucinations.

He silently said his name, and instead of dialing the number that had ended everything, he turned on the signal jammer, stepped forward, opened the door of the car, and sat in the driver's seat.

You have to choose one of bread and faith.

And he has made his choice......

Looking at Kant, who had finally "cheered up" again, a big smile appeared on Taran's face.

“…… Are you ready man. ”

Glancing at the face in the rearview mirror, the corners of Kant's mouth curled up into a rare smile.

This madman is as always always.

But why not yourself at this moment?

In that flickering vision, the narrow road turned into an endless red carpet, and at this moment, he was walking on the pilgrimage road with his medals.

And what he's doing is exactly what he's eager to do.

"I am a veteran of the 300,000th Regiment, and from the moment I enlisted, I was ready to give my life to the marshal...... I should ask you, are you ready? ”

"Haha, do you still need to ask about that kind of thing?" Taran was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then laughed out loud and said cheerfully, "Let's go, don't grind." ”

"Good." Kant lit himself a cigarette and expertly started the car's engine.

Taran said excitedly.

"Let's go find that Tony now?"

Kant grinned, and pursed the corners of his lips disdainfully.

"That little shrimp isn't worth mentioning, and that's Morse's job. The troubles in Blackwater Lane are solved by Blackwater Lane itself, and tonight is the best time to let no one disturb them. ”

"In the same way, the troubles of the Willantes should be solved by the Willantes themselves...... While there's still a little time left, I'll take you to do a big ticket. ”

After speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and added another sentence later.

"That's right...... This is the order of the Enlightenment, our task is not over, we are going to dig up the moth that lies on our backs and sucks blood. ”

Taran really didn't have much interest in asking, just raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Do you have a big vote? How big? ”

"Captain Willoughby, the chief officer of the garrison of Eternal Night Harbor...... Reliable intelligence suggests that he is a traitor hiding in our ranks, and no matter how bad it is, he can help us find that guy. ”

Kant, biting the cigarette butt, narrowed his eyes and squeezed a sentence out between his teeth.

“…… It's half past five in the afternoon, and fifteen minutes from now will be his time to get off work. After a while, I parked the car in front of his unit, and you were responsible for inviting him to get into the car. ”

……

As the surveillance signal faded away, Daniel ignored the scattered wasp.

Kant would arrange everything for him, and then return with the final files,

As for himself, what he has to do now is to clean up the "battlefield" and put an end to this scribbled operation.

On the other side, the laughing craftsman, who was squatting not far from the "marshal's arsenal", yawned.

This time, he was not embarrassed to wander, and he did not relax for a moment in his work.

However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed that a large group of people had come out of the "Enlightenment Society stronghold" that he was monitoring.

There were about thirty of them, all of them in a hurry, carrying large bags of documents in their hands.

In just a few minutes, a sign reading "Closed" was hung at the door of the hotel.

His eyes widened involuntarily at this outrageous scene, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately went offline and told his teammates who were recuperating on the line.

And at the same time, the gates of the Katnod prison.

Shortly after Kant started the car and left, Morse regained his freedom surrounded by a group of younger brothers.

The adoring eyes made Morse feel intoxicated, as if he had truly become the emperor of the underground world of Eternal Night Harbor.

Being able to emerge unharmed from the infamous Katnod prison is a legend in itself in the eyes of the aliens of Blackwater Lane.

The last legend was Tony.

And now, it's a collection of Morse.

A burly man walked up to Morse and York, bowing his head respectfully.

"Congratulations, Chief."

Ignoring the prison guard behind him, Morse grinned, patted the back of his little brother's head, and then pulled his head closer and leaned into his ear.

“…… Prepare the brethren, we have an account to settle with the Iron Hand guys. ”

"Yes!"

The strong man looked solemn, nodded respectfully, and then turned to the group of minions and shouted.

The minions looked high and their morale was high, like real hyenas ready to go on the march!

Dark clouds covered the sky, obscuring the dimness of the horizon, and a menacing rainstorm was brewing silently.

If the Willant people still have bread and faith to choose from, then the rotten people who live in Blackwater Alley don't even have a choice.

Blackwater Lane is not a small alley, but a collective name for all streets in Eternal Night Harbor that "have neither house numbers nor drainage systems".

It is not a planned urban area, but a natural decay under the "sewage outlet" of Yongye Harbor.

The people who live here are either assimilated by the smelly thing, or they have to fight to grow wings.

Even if they had wings, they were just flies, but it was better than rotting with the other garbage.

Standing right in front of the gate of the Katnod prison, Morse faced his younger brothers, completing the mobilization before the war.

The roaring voice and flying spit made him look like a real vicious dog.

However, at this moment, he didn't know that the "Enlightenment Society" to which he was loyal had disappeared because of a word from a certain big man, and there was not even a hair left.

And his "disciple" status, which he earned by gambling his life and the lives of a group of neighbors, has become a complete joke.

If the car had exploded in front of the prison door, he might have come to his senses, and then trembling his tail and waiting for the wind to pass.

However, fate played a joke on him, and the hand that pushed him to his current position went crazy before him......

Their goal is the "Last Round", the largest gambling cave in Blackwater Lane, which is the largest gambling cave in the entire Eternal Night Harbor and the stronghold of the Iron Hand Gang.

Don't even think about it, when such a big thing happens, Tony must be there to pull his hair out in frustration.

It's too troublesome to pull them one by one, and he can make an exception to help this guy without charge.

After the mobilization for the war was completed, the younger brothers gathered at the gate of the Katnod prison dispersed in a hurry.

The guards who stood at the gate of the prison breathed a sigh of relief and pressed down the sticks in their hands.

The cockroaches of Blackwater Alley dared to make trouble at the gates of Katnod Prison, and it was the first time they had seen such a battle.

I don't know who gave them courage......

Everyone whispered and exchanged heads, but the warden with a stiff face did not say anything.

He knew who had given them the courage not to take Katnod prison seriously.

It was precisely because he knew that he only led people to stand at the door, instead of calling for support from the garrison or leading people to rush forward.

After all, who's to guarantee that this bunch of staggering cockroaches wasn't part of the plan?

Since the big men of the garrison said that they could be used, it should be like this.

At least until he receives a new notice, there is no reason for him to make a claim about arresting.

The little brothers around him left one after another, and Morse, who was finished in the scenery, was also ready to go home to get the guy.

And at this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar face in the middle of the row of prison guards.

With a hint of surprise in his eyes, he smiled and stepped forward and patted the guy on the shoulder.

"Hey, brother, I'm a disciple now."

Looking at this vicious dog staring at him, Andrew's brain crashed for a moment, his face turned pale, and he even forgot that he was a superior Willant.

There was only one thought left in his mind—

Why do the eagle dogs raised by the garrison recognize themselves?!

Morse didn't stay here long, said hello and left in style, leaving only the stunned Andrew, stunned in place, surrounded by a pair of eyes.

The warden frowned.

Like the rest of the guards, he turned his scrutinizing gaze to the oldest veteran employee at Katnod Prison.

"Do you know that guy?"

Andrew shook his head in horror and stammered.

"No, I don't know ......"

The warden frowned, but didn't say anything, after all, this guy was always such a submissive decay.

Unlike him, however, the others in the guards' uniforms whispered.

Disciple?

What is Discipleship?

……

On the other side, Morse, who was in a good mood, had returned to the stronghold of the Hyena Gang and took the "Tear" light machine gun that had not had time to come in handy during the noon battle.

He swears.

He'd use it to impress the guy who threatened to attend his funeral.

The thought of that face distorted by fear made him feel uncontrollable excitement in his heart, and he longed to try his hand at the roof with a few shuttles.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a twitch in his eyebrows, and then an electric tingling sensation crawled towards his left eye, causing his vision to be in a trance.

"Ah......h

Dropping the machine gun in his hand, Morse let out a groan of pain and pressed his hand to his eye.

Seeing this, York hurriedly walked up and asked.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Shaking his groggy head, Morse said with a frown.

“…… It's nothing. ”

York still looked at him with some concern, but didn't dare to talk nonsense.

At this moment, Morse suddenly remembered something, looked at York and asked.

"By the way, York...... What did you see in that dream in the afternoon? ”

York was stunned for a moment, and his ugly face full of meat suddenly became shy.

The bald head with a scar on his chest scratched the back of his head and chuckled embarrassedly.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it...... I...... I dreamed of my old mother. ”

Morse was dumbfounded for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! Your...... What a talent. ”

Looking at the head who laughed at him, York looked helpless.

After a pause, he suddenly seemed to think of something again, and said with a smile.

"That's right...... In the future, we will take over Tony's business, can we do some of that thing? ”

The eldest brother of the Enlightenment only warned them not to do the business of the Willantes, but he did not say that they were not allowed to do it.

The name snake oil is too casual.

If they change it to "Dream" or "Aurora", they may be able to earn more than Tony.

"Can you be a little out of business," Morse patted him on the head with hatred, "What is there with money?" Do you need that? ”

York, who had been slapped in the face, had an innocent expression on his face, and he knew why the boss had taught him a lesson.

He had seen the final fate of those wretches, and he even broke many necks himself.

But the question is...... This is not a problem that can be solved with money alone.

He didn't really think about it that much, he just wanted to finish the meal he dreamed of.

The bastards in Blackwater Alley don't always have meat to eat, especially when he's a little bastard. His mother used the money she earned in the evening to stew him a pot of oxtail soup, and the smell made his mouth water, and his eyes were shining.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, he talked to her for a long time, talking about many things, including the present and the future...... And for the first time since he buried her, he was so relaxed.

Seeing that the pot was about to be cooked, he woke up from his half-finished dream.

If only I could do it for another second......

Just for a second.

"Boss, what do you see?" York suddenly became curious.

He always felt that the boss was more talented than himself, and he should dream of more interesting things.

However, Morse, who loaded the machine gun, was a little impatient and only replied perfunctorily.

"It's none of your business." (End of chapter)