It didn't take much effort to capture Condra.

The Free State guard's float stopped directly on his balcony on the 33rd floor and dragged him out of bed in less than two minutes.

Not even the next-door neighbor was alarmed.

That guy didn't dare to take a step in the Free State at all, and even if the Alliance didn't trouble him, the survivors of the River Valley Province wouldn't let him go.

Not to mention Master Sigma.

Involved in so many conspiracies, that big man would not let him go at all, and if he wanted to live, he had to be a pig who kept to himself.

As for defecting to the Southern Army, it was just to save his life, and at the same time, he also took advantage of the situation with the acquiescence of the Flint Group.

After all, it's not a matter of a day or two for Master Sigma to think that the manager will die.

If you can borrow the hand of the Southern Army, why not?

The moment he was taken into the floating car, Condela already understood his fate.

It's time to kill the pigs......

……

Detention chamber of the Security Bureau.

Mayor Otto went to visit Condra, who was awaiting extradition.

Recently, this guy has been on the cusp of public opinion.

The Flint Corporations are trying to use the media matrix of its subsidiaries to portray Condra as a peace fighter against the Alliance, and to convince the inhabitants of the Free State that the Free State was forced by the pressure of the Great Rift Valley to humiliate itself in breaking its own laws and handing over the brave Willant to the unjustified Alliance.

At first, Odo doubted that anyone would believe this nonsense, and that it would be too insulting to inflate intelligence to blow an arms dealer into a fighter for peace. He was relieved to find out that the guys who voted for him were even more stupid than he had imagined.

Think about it too.

Otherwise, how did this pig become the mayor?

Out of the need to pretend, he had to spend the longest half hour of his life with the "tragic hero" in the detention cell, and finally show reluctance to leave.

In order to pass the time of boredom, he cleared his throat and took the initiative to provoke the topic.

“…… Mr. Kondera, I am sorry for your case, and under pressure from all sides, we can only hand you over to the Alliance. ”

"This humiliating moment will be remembered forever by the inhabitants of the Free State......"

He was barely halfway through his sentence when Condra burst out laughing.

Otto's expression was a little embarrassed, but there was no camera here, so he didn't care, just shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking.

"Well, you don't want to hear it...... Is there anything else you'd like to say? Or, who do you need me to help you talk to? ”

Looking at the well-dressed man in front of him, Kondra grinned in his pajamas.

"I don't have much to say...... I have worked hard for the first half of my life for the legion, and I have been used by you for the second half of my life, and now I have been squeezed out of the last use value. I'm going to die on the road anyway, with all the secrets I know, what do I have to say? ”

Otto narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at him with interest.

"You know you're going to die?"

Kondra pursed his lips disdainfully, the corners of his mouth curled up as if he were sneering.

"Is this something to guess? All the people in this city, me, you, the guards outside, the citizens on the streets, and the employees of the company...... Which one is not a pawn of Sigma. ”

Otto's Adam's apple moved.

"So what?"

Of course he does.

But so what?

The Flint Group has indeed done a lot of bad things, but what about the order and stability it brings?

At least the residents of the Free State can do a decent job on their own without having to grab garbage from the scavengers.

Even the garbage that leaks out of their mouths feeds a lot of waste.

Realistically, he doesn't think there's anything wrong with being a pawn.

Seeing Otto's disapproving look, Condra smiled.

"So I'm well aware of my fate and I don't think there's anything unacceptable about it...... You see, I didn't even ask you for mercy. ”

"I'm glad you think so." Otto took a sip of the tea on the table to hide his nervousness.

But his micro-expression didn't escape Condra's eyes.

Looking at his slightly quivering index finger, Condra grinned mockingly.

"Then you're rejoicing too soon."

Without waiting for Otto to answer, he continued in a slow, logical voice.

"Look at your last officer, the last head of the Free State, have you heard of him? I guess you've never cared, and think about it, who cares about a failed wild dog? ”

"Still, I'm pretty familiar with the guy, you know I like to collect wine, and so does he, and we occasionally talk about it together...... Suddenly, however, one day, he vanished, and shortly after he withdrew from the public eye. ”

Listening to him talk about the old days, Odo involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva again.

"So what? You must want to ask me that, right? ”

Admiring the complicated expression on Otto's face, Kondra continued in a cheerful tone, as if he was about to say the words of his next life together.

"I'm guessing you're talking, and you look down on us Reservoir Dogs...... But I have to kindly advise you, don't rejoice too soon, you too will have that day, and what will happen to me will happen to you sooner or later. ”

Otto finally couldn't help it and interrupted his output.

"What are you trying to do with this...... Expecting me to save you? ”

"Hahaha."

Kondra burst out laughing, looking at a nervous Otto mockingly, then suddenly straightened up and quickly closed the distance between the two.

Thinking that he was trying to do something, such as biting off his own nose, Otto jerked his face back, only to see that the man whose hands and feet were handcuffed did not make any next move, but just stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

"What do I want to do? Do you think I'm asking for mercy? Tell you the truth? Or the handle of Sigma? I tell you that none of that matters, I'm going to plant the seeds of fear in your heart......"

And then what?

Otto waited nervously for the next step, only to see that Condra had suddenly regained his languishing appearance and sat back in his chair.

The man in his pajamas put on a sleepy-eyed look again, like a lamb that had resigned himself to his fate.

Otto suddenly felt like he was being teased, and the difference in status between the two of them in heaven and earth made him feel even more humiliated.

But just then, there was a knock on the door outside the detention room, and a guard wearing an exoskeleton pushed open the thick iron door.

"Mr. Mayor, the time is up."

Otto hurriedly stood up, pulled out his chair and walked to the door, glaring at the man named Kondra as he parted.

"Get him away quickly."

The guard nodded.

"We'll do it according to the procedure."

The iron door was closed again.

Otto took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions to the cameras waiting outside, showing the public a mayor who endured humiliation.

However, he was out of shape for the entire second half of the campaign.

Those bloodshot eyes always lingered in his heart, as if they had really left some imprint on him.

Everyone is his pawn......

And the fate of the chess pieces is more or less the same......

Sitting on the floating car, his heart was pounding, and he stretched out his index finger to turn on the holographic TV in the back seat of the car, trying to divert his attention.

However, the news that appeared on the screen made his heart clench for a moment.

“…… At noon today, the police escort vehicle handing over Condra to the Coalition was attacked by unidentified armed forces about 50 kilometres from the Free State. ”

"At present, it is uncertain whether the identity of the attacker or the motive for the crime is unknown, and all five guards and detainees in the car died."

……

Kondra's death shook the entire Free State, but it was a feather in comparison to the situation in the wasteland.

The Coalition's Minister of Justice expressed concern and hoped that the Commonwealth judiciary would assist the Coalition in establishing the truth.

Of course, the judicial department of the Free State agreed, and as for whether it was "hard work without merit" or "simply not even bothered to toil", it all depended on Lord Sigma's mood.

As we all know, the Flint Group is the master of the Free State.

As for the people of the Free State, they are divided into two factions, and they are arguing over who killed their "Heroes of the Welantes".

As for the Willantes themselves, they don't remember having ever had this hero.

The only people who may have heard of this name are the Willant who live in the Alliance, and probably the Emperor of the Eastern Empire, Saren.

However, he was now busy taking over the "legacy" of the Southern Army, and he was not interested in taking care of the remnants of a remnant of the Eastward Expansion faction.

General Klaas's political legacy was only the Falcon Kingdom, and he had already sent a governor to take over it.

At the same time, the news of the fall of Eternal Night Harbor continues to ferment.

It is not only the major survivor forces in the wasteland that are shocked, but also the bitter master of the Southern Legion.

Despite all the obstacles, the news quickly reached the city of Avent.

The sudden defeat shattered the illusions of victory among the millions of Willantes in the entire city in an instant, and also added a touch of panic to the grief of those who were still immersed in the loss of Marshal Julius.

It was only then that they suddenly woke up to the fact that the battle report that their beloved Tyre Commander had been publishing in the "Southern Army Victory" all this time was a lie!

Actually, think about it......

They killed more enemies in the newspapers than the survivors of the Eastern World combined, where did they get so much cannon fodder in the wasteland for them to kill?

They didn't go from one victory to the next, but one step at a time to the center of the swamp!

At this moment, even the most obsessive Willant came to his senses and finally realized that the situation they faced was probably even more dangerous than they had imagined.

As with most lies.

The only role of a lie is to borrow time from the future that it does not have now, in exchange for promises that may be fulfilled later.

It is precisely because of this that it is destined to have a goof.

The fall of Eternal Night Harbor was the turning point of all this.

The loss of Eternal Night Harbor means that the Southern Army has completely lost the key to the Eastern World, and the entire Borneo Province Theater and the nearly one million troops stranded in the war zone will completely lose the supply of logistics!

This is Mr. House's mouth, and there is no way to explain defeat as victory.

The alliance no longer needs to do anything on the Borneo front, and can even withdraw the troops there directly, hand over the defense area to the Borneo army, which has grown, and instead attack the southern army itself......

If that were the case, the entire Southern Army would be put in danger.

They have poured too much leverage into the province of Borneo and it is almost impossible to pull out another army of millions in a short period of time.

Especially with the loss of Triumph City and the support of the Eastern and Western Legions......

Due to the bad news from the front, the entire city of Avent is in turmoil, and the ticket to the city of Triumph has unknowingly doubled.

In addition to ferry tickets and airship tickets, the prices of various basic daily necessities are also rising.

On the one hand, it is because there is a real shortage, on the other hand, because some people are hoarding, but more because of pessimism about the dinar itself.

The issuance of its own currency by the New World was already a foregone conclusion, and they had long wanted to sweep the bulky and difficult to issue in large quantities of precious metal currencies into the dustbin of history.

The Eastern Empire and the Northern Empire have the same plan.

No one is sure whether the dinar, which has been removed from its monetary attributes, will appreciate or depreciate, and there are historical precedents to follow in both directions.

The people of Avent City were terrified, as was the general command of the Southern Legion.

The familiar long table was filled with captains, and the golden medals were connected like an impregnable wall.

However, the expressions on those faces were not relaxed, and the blue mouths were tightly closed, and no one spoke.

As if he didn't want to waste time in silence anymore, Tyre, who was standing at the head of the conference table, rarely didn't let the chief of the general staff get up, and spoke slowly.

"I'd like to hear your opinions."

There was a whispering sound in front of the conference table, and all the soldiers looked at each other, but after discussing for a long time, they did not come up with an idea.

Some wiped the sweat from their foreheads, some held their breath and searched for something, and some tried to come up with some ways to save the situation, such as mobilizing another million reserves, increasing the production of clone ranches, or something...... However, anyone knows that this is not the way to go.

Local wars aside, all-out wars are a counterweight between two systems, and now the power of the two sides has become unbalanced.

Unable to kidnap the entire legion or even the entire Willant onto their chariot, they have in fact lost.

However, no one dared to tell this truth.

It often takes more courage to admit defeat than to face death, after all, the latter only lose their lives, and the former will not only destroy their bodies, but even the meaning of their existence will be completely denied.

This is something that they cannot accept in any way.

If you can't pull all the Willantes into the chariot, then at least let the "chips" of Avent City fight to the end!

Even if it's selling your soul—

Nearly every officer present had this in mind, including Tyr, who had already sold his soul to the demons.

Looking at the "mortals" who were already helpless, Tyr sighed slowly.

He seemed to see Salen.

Many Salen.

Mortals are always bound by immediate interests, and forget the longer-term interests and ideals, as well as the mission of being a Willant.

That guy could have teamed up with himself to build a world that only belonged to the Willants, but he cowardly chose to be a ridiculous emperor.

It's the same with these guys.

No one could come up with an idea that would catch his eye, and in the end it was up to him to make up his own mind.

“…… I got the gene source code from Triumph City. ”

Hearing that majestic voice, the officers sitting at the conference table all fell silent, and a pair of eyes with surprise written on them were cast on him at the same time.

Gene source code.

Of course they knew what it was, but to their baffle, they couldn't understand why Captain Tyr was mentioning it at this moment.

Even if the Willant genetic source code is enhanced now, it will be too late to produce super soldiers more powerful than the Willants, or to make the clone soldiers that grow eight times faster grow ten times faster, and their researchers may not be able to do a better job than the researchers of a century and a half ago.

But judging by the expression of the Chief of the General Staff, he seemed to know something.

The officers exchanged glances, and finally a three-star captain swallowed his spit and stood up and asked.

“…… Is this any use? ”

Tyre didn't answer, but clapped his hands.

The door to the conference room opened, and a plain-looking man with flat glasses walked in from the outside.

Looking at the flat bridge of his nose, the three-star captain frowned slightly.

"Who is this?"

Martin, who had walked up to Captain Tirwan, stopped and bowed his head respectfully.

"The despicable man's name is Martin, and he is a biologist from Vault 68 in the middle of the Great Desert."

Hearing the word refuge, a trace of contempt suddenly appeared in the eyes of the three-star captain.

"People of the Shelter...... What are you doing here. ”

Faced with that sharp and arrogant gaze, Martin said with an unchanging smile.

"Naturally, it is to save you."

"Save us?" The captain laughed out loud and looked at the guy mockingly, like he was looking at a clown, "When do we need a blue gopher to save it?" ”

Martin shrugged his shoulders helplessly and looked at Captain Tyre to the side.

"Dear Mr. Tyr, I'm not very good at grinding my tongue, can I trouble your subordinates to be quiet for a while?"

Tyr nodded, looking at the three-star captain.

"Sit down."

There was an unquestionable majesty in that cold voice.

So much so that at that moment, the three-star captain suddenly had the illusion of being targeted by a beast in his heart.

A drop of cold sweat slowly ran across his forehead, and he finally gritted his teeth and sat back in his chair.

"Looks like I can get started."

Looking at the soft-dressed officer, Martin said in a light-hearted tone, then took a holographic computer pen from his pocket and placed it on the conference table.

Pale blue particles of light floated up from the conference table, condensing into a three-dimensional image in the void.

Looking at the eyes full of confusion, Martin said succinctly.

"The 'death dose' program, you may have heard of it for the first time, but in fact...... We have been preparing for this decisive weapon for a long time. ”

"There is no more reliable way to effectively get rid of all the creatures that are in the way on the surface of the earth, except for the physical means of neutron extermination."

"In order to achieve our goal, we have been actively conducting experiments since the beginning of the war, and for this reason we have even sent research teams to the front line of the battlefield."

"Borneo has proven to be the most suitable testing ground, with survivors from the old world center and a far greater genetic sample than the rest of the wasteland. Thanks to that abundance of diversity, our experiments have gone smoothly and we have now almost completely ...... the 'death dose' that is both contagious and destructive."

"Wait." Before Martin could finish his sentence, an officer suddenly stood up and interrupted him, "I probably understand what you mean, you plan to destroy the Alliance with a virus weapon." ”

"That's right," Martin smiled and nodded, "like I said, it's the most concise and efficient way to do it." ”

The officer stared at him and continued.

"But how do you guarantee that this virus won't work against the Willant?"

"This brings us to the genetic source code we just got our hands on."

Martin reached out and tapped on the holographic screen, and soon the pale blue particles of light transformed into several DNA spiral patterns.

"We only need a little modification of the lethal agent to make the Willant carriers of the virus and not get sick. I'd love to explain to you academically how this works, but I don't think you understand. You can simply understand it as...... The purer the bloodline, the less affected the 'death agent'. ”

Hearing this, there was an uproar at the conference table, and all the officers looked at each other, exchanging glances with different looks.

Some of them were surprised, some were excited, and some were apprehensive.

Soon another officer stood up, swallowing his saliva and asked.

"This ...... Is it reliable? ”

Martin bowed slightly.

"I can vouch for you with my life."

"I have one more question," said the officer who had stood up to question him, still staring at him word for word, "you are not a Willant...... What are the benefits for you of studying this virus? Or rather, what is your motivation for doing this? ”

Martin said with a smile.

"I've explained this many times to Captain Tyr, but since you're curious, I'll repeat it again."

After a pause, he continued with a look of disgust.

"The good thing for me is that I can get rid of some of the troublesome cockroaches. The reason why this world has become like this is because those ugly things continue to multiply, and their dirty thoughts and blood continue to spread...... That's the root of the Wasteland Age. You're willing to slaughter those imbecile mutants, and of course I'm with you. ”

"As for myself, you don't have to worry, since I can make this virus, I have a way to make a vaccine."

"Big deal, I've transformed myself into a Willant."

The Willant Project itself is an intermediate product of the Completed Lifeform Project, and it doesn't matter if the Willant gets this world.

At least in his opinion, it doesn't matter.

In fact, not to mention the Willant, even if the mutants conquer the world, he can accept it.

They are all intermediate products of the Gestaltic Life Form Project.

As long as the completion of the completed life form plan and the original cover with a higher life form, human civilization can complete the final "ascension".

Of course, these things are not important to the ants here, and these big-nosed people don't need to know about it at all.

Including that Tyre Captain.

Although these guys are genetically advanced enough, their vision has not kept up. With their vision, they can see the level of conquering the world, and they have not yet risen to the height of civilization.

Right now, for example, the guys are still angry at his "big deal to transform yourself into a Willant."

But they only have to be angry.

As long as Commander Tyre is "sensible", his plan can be carried out.

Things turned out just as he expected, and Tyr only thought for two seconds before asking a realistic question.

"When will this decisive weapon come in handy? The Alliance's biological research institute is very strong, is it possible that they can also develop a vaccine that is exempt from the virus? ”

"After getting the gene source code, I will be able to finish the last brick of this building in a month at most," Martin paused for a moment with a happy smile on his face, and continued, "As for your second concern, I can tell you responsibly. ”

"I used the biotechnology unique to Vault 68 when designing the dead agent, and it wasn't in their technical reserves."

"Unless they can find the researchers at Vault 68, they won't even be able to find a way to crack it."

Not even Vault 68, but also the technology left over from the Torch Church brought by the Celestials!

Even the academy can't crack it!

The officer standing at the conference table stared at him intently.

"And what if they find it?"

Martin laughed sarcastically.

"Found?"

"My home has long been lifted by those stupid wastelanders!"

(End of chapter)