Chapter 498 Death of Griffin (1/2)

One hundred meters underground in the Horn Castle, there is an underground nuclear bunker reinforced with concrete.

Because it was envisioned that the war with the Great Rift Valley would affect the vassal of Luoxia Province, General Krass asked the engineers of the Corps to carry out the construction according to the standard of "being able to withstand nuclear weapons with a yield of one million" when he ordered the construction of this nuclear bunker.

In theory, it is absolutely safe here.

At this moment, in the temporary combat command room of the bunker, Griffin was sitting alone at the command table, facing a silent radio station.

There was a bandage on his left arm, and a little bandage was revealed on the collar of his military uniform.

Although he was lucky to survive the assassination plot a few days ago, he was not as unscathed as the outside world knew.

Four shrapnel were embedded in his body, one of which was less than 7mm away from his heart. This was the closest he had ever been to death.

In order not to affect the morale of the army, he immediately ordered to move to the bunker and blocked the news of his injury.

Although he was frightened by the assassination in the eyes of the outside world, he had been a soldier for so many years, how could he be frightened by a few assassins?

He felt a little excited when the other party took the initiative.

He had felt that there was an undercover in his army before, but he had been struggling to find who the real undercover was. If he could solve this trouble with an injury, it would undoubtedly be a big profit.

At this time, the footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and soon there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened.

It was his guard who appeared at the door.

Looking at the loyal soldier, Griffin spoke.

"Found it?"

"Yes, sir."

The guard nodded, but there was no joy on his face, but there was a hint of heaviness between his eyebrows.

Seeing a clue on his face, Griffin frowned slightly and continued to ask.

"Who is it?"

"The captain of the 3000th Squadron of the 70000th Squadron and the centurion of the 60000th Squadron Officer Squadron participated in the assassination that day... They bribed the person in charge of the meeting that day."

This time Griffin was silent for a long time.

The captain of the 3000th Squadron of the 70000th Squadron was an officer he personally promoted. He could not believe that the loyal young man would betray His Majesty the Marshal and become a spy for the company or the alliance.

What worried him most was not the betrayal of those few people...

But the fact that this assassination actually involved two 10000-man squadrons.

This was equivalent to 40% of his troops!

After a long while, Griffin slowly spoke.

"Is the news accurate?"

The guard nodded.

"Accurate... We have reliable evidence, but we have not yet alerted the enemy."

"Very good."

Griffin nodded.

However, just as he was about to make a decision, he suddenly seemed to think of something and stopped talking halfway.

The guard hesitated and asked cautiously.

"Do we need to arrest the three people?"

Griffin was silent for a moment and said softly.

"Wait a minute, don't alert the enemy for the time being."

"Yes."

The guard nodded slightly and respectfully withdrew from the door.

The door closed.

Griffin sighed softly, and relaxed his shoulders and leaned back on the chair behind him.

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

Dazzling, hot, and full of energy... However, it is destined to hang in an inconspicuous corner, and can only illuminate a room in its entire life.

As for his ambitions and ideals, they are like a small boat in the torrent of the times. No matter how hard he tries, he can't change the mountains and rivers under the boat.

Unlike officers born in a famous family like McLen, he was not born in a famous family, but was born in an ordinary citizen family in the suburbs of Triumph City.

Like most children of the Willant people, he participated in the first youth training in his life at the age of six. When he first came into contact with military life, he showed excellent leadership talent, so he was recommended by the instructor to enter the Triumph City Military Academy for training.

Talent, diligence, and a little bit of luck...

Since joining the army, his career has been smooth sailing. At the age of 29, he went from a centurion to a ten-man captain.

Later, he met the noble man in his life, General Krass, and accepted the olive branch thrown by the Eastward Expansion Faction, and went to the distant East to open up the future of the Legion.

He still remembered what General Krass said to him ten years ago-

'The greatness of the Marshal is beyond doubt, but it's a pity that Triumph City has become corrupt. Those drunkards who rely on the protection of their ancestors are intoxicated with the vast territory and luxurious life without making progress. They have completely forgotten the hatred of a century and a half ago, the ambition to conquer the world, and the unity. If they are allowed to decay, this empire maintained by war will fall apart one day. '

"In order to prevent that day from coming, we must have an opponent who is serious enough to make us take it seriously, and we must let our territory continue to extend to the end of the world, and extend forever.'

Griffin still remembers how excited he was at the time, and he wanted to step onto the front line immediately and fire the first shot of expanding the territory.

It's just a pity that he soon found that things were not as simple as he imagined.

The far-sighted people of the Eastern Expansion Faction died one after another during the expedition. Their sacrifices did not gain the sympathy of the Triumph City and strengthened the Eastern Expansion Faction's power. Instead, they weakened the Eastern Expansion Faction's power due to the withering of talents.

Even after seeing the strength of the Great Rift Valley, even the commander of the Eastern Legion changed his original support for them, and his attitude became unclear.

If he were young, he would have felt angry and humiliated at the betrayal of his colleagues.

But now, he no longer gets angry, he only calmly thinks about how to solve the problem.

Using one's own sacrifice to win the support of other factions is a wrong line in itself.

General Klaas has paid the price with his life for this. Instead of getting charity from onlookers, it has made their political power even more marginalized.

In the final analysis, the other factions did not get any benefits from the expedition, but instead saw endless disasters.

Only by bringing people from other factions together to advance and retreat together can it be possible to unite those mediocre people who have their own thoughts.

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

After that, he used the Luoxia Province and the mutant tribes in the Great Desert as opponents, and carefully planned one victory after another, allowing those young talents who longed to make achievements to see the hope of earning meritorious deeds, traveling thousands of miles Come support your career.

If everything goes well.

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

And even if things don't go smoothly, other factions involved in the process will have to increase their stakes in him.

For example, the nuclear bomb and the previous Saber fighter jet were obtained from the factions to which they belonged through the officers under his command who belonged to other factions - especially the officers from well-known families.

As for the legacy left by General Klass, he himself had long spent all of it during the expedition.

And if things go extremely poorly...

He can also use the sacrifice of everyone, including himself, to unite various factions with hatred.

At this time, the signal light on the radio suddenly flashed.

Seeing the flashing of the signal light, General Griffin looked solemn and immediately reached out and picked up the phone placed on the radio.

Before he could speak, a familiar voice came from the other end of the receiver.

"I'm Joseph."

Hearing this name, Griffin felt relieved. He knew that this person was under the command of the commander of the Eastern Army. For him to take over the command showed that the marshal had not given up on them.

However, before he could relax, the second sentence that came from the receiver caused the color to drain from his face for an instant.

"The Marshal has seen your plan. It's not just me who comes to Luoxia Province, but also Cohen from Triumph City."

Griffin's face turned slightly pale.

After a long time, he swallowed and asked.

"……What did he say."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while. Instead of answering the question, he asked instead.

"Are you loyal?"

After vaguely guessing something, Griffin replied with a trembling voice.

"My loyalty to the Marshal is unquestionable."

"Very well," Joseph paused for a moment and continued, "You have two choices, die as a hero, or die as a traitor... You know what I mean, the choice is up to you."

Griffin's Adam's apple moved.

"……Did i do something wrong?"

Joseph said calmly.

"War with the enterprise will not bring us any benefits, and His Majesty the Marshal thinks so too. I can understand your mood, but now is not the time to do that."

The word "you" completely drew the line between them.

Griffin was silent for a long time.

"I see."

"You have twenty minutes."

Without waiting for his answer, Joseph hung up the phone.

Griffin closed his eyes.

Five minutes later, he reached out and pressed the bell on the command table.

Soon, a young officer walked into the temporary command room.

His name is Karloff, he is the captain of Griffin's personal guard, and he is also his most trusted subordinate - more trustworthy than the adjutant.

After standing at attention and giving a military salute in front of Griffin, Karloff said cleanly.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

Griffin said slowly.

"I'm going to die in a quarter of an hour."

Karloff froze on the spot.

After coming back to his senses, he looked at General Griffin in surprise and said in disbelief.

"What are you talking about?"

"No need to panic, this is an order from His Majesty the Marshal."

Griffin continued calmly.

"To make a long story short, I need you to do two last things for me. The first is to declare to the outside world that my cause of death was a stroke, and the second... you have to keep an eye on my body. No one is allowed to approach it, and no one is allowed to conduct an autopsy. Know the cause of my death until my body is delivered into the hands of Joseph, who will bring me back to the city of Triumph.”

After a pause, he continued.

"Also, my suicide note is in my suitcase. Please deliver it to my family for me."

Karloff's face changed with expressions of surprise, anger and disbelief. He couldn't believe that the great marshal would give such an order.

The great legion will never sacrifice any Valantian for the sake of compromise, let alone a general with outstanding merits.

Absolutely impossible!

There must be some villain behind this...

He clenched his fists, eyes flashing with anger, and took a step forward to speak.

"Sir, how about we-"

Griffin interrupted.

"Don't think so. After my death, I will be awarded the honor of a hero and receive a state funeral as a general in the Triumph City... I don't want my half-life efforts and honors to be wasted because of a small mistake. ”

"Promise me, Karloff, to leave me alone, without hating any of our compatriots, without resisting."

Griffin's voice took on a pleading tone.

Karloff looked at him speechlessly for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.

"I promise you."

Seeing the young man in front of him nodding, Griffin finally had a gratified smile on his face and changed into a gentle tone.

"My deputy will take over command, Fort Horn will surrender to the Alliance, and ceasefire negotiations will have results in the near future... This war is over."

"You can go home in a while."

"Go ahead and wait for me at the door. I want to spend the last few minutes alone."

Holding back the sadness and tears in his heart, Karloff gritted his teeth and turned his head, turning his back to his respected general and walked out of the door.

Looking at the empty room, Griffin, who put everything down, felt more relaxed.

actually……

Their efforts are not in vain.

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

With direct support from Triumph City, they will have a more powerful vassal for up to ten years. At that time, it would be possible to move eastwards.

And their sacrifices will also become the motivation for the Wilante people to continue moving forward.

There will always be people who sympathize with them.

There will always be people who carry on what they have left unfinished.

"The world will eventually surrender at our feet."

Griffin poured himself a glass of red wine, then reached out to open the drawer and took out a silver box the size of a cigarette box.

It contains a capsule of neurotoxin.

It would allow him to die painlessly and keep his body intact.

"No one can kill me."

Griffin grinned, threw the capsule into his mouth, and drank the red wine in one gulp.

"...except myself."

After putting down the cup, he chose a comfortable position and leaned on the chair, closing his eyes.

I can sleep longer this time...

…

Less than ten minutes after Griffin's death, the news quickly spread among the top officers of the Horn Castle, causing a storm.

His deputy, General Alec, immediately took over the command of the Fort and the garrison.

Griffin's Guard Captain Karloff cooperated with the transition of the temporary commander, but refused to hand over the general's body, claiming that they would stay in the bunker until General Joseph relieved them of their orders.

Of course, Alec had no need to anger Griffin's men. He and the officers who knew their defeat was certain just wanted to go home.

He didn't care about Griffin's affairs. The first thing he did after taking over the command was to restore communication with the Adjudicator, report the real situation in the fortress to the newly arrived governor, and communicate how to "decorate the situation" Leaving the Horn Keep".

If they don't want this war to continue endlessly, the Alliance soldiers surrounding the fortress should not do anything too cruel.

The alliance commander had shouted to them before that as long as they put down their weapons, they could evacuate from the safe passage designated by the alliance to the nearby river embankment, where they could obtain food and fresh water.

Veliki paced back and forth in the tent.

He also just learned the news that Griffin was dead, but because the No. 5 defense zone where he was located was some distance from the headquarters, he was not sure whether the news was true or false.

At this time, footsteps came from the door.

Looking at his confidant appearing at the door, Velici asked immediately.

"...Griffin is dead?"

The confidant nodded seriously.

"Yes."

There was a hint of ecstasy on Wei Qi's face, but he quickly held it back and continued to ask while looking at the confidant.

"How did he die?"

The confidant hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

"Griffin's guard captain Karloff claimed that it was a stroke, but there are many doubts... They refused the military doctor to perform an autopsy on Griffin and claimed that they would hand it over to the new commander-in-chief, General Joseph. I doubt the cause of his death. There may be something fishy about it.”

After a pause, he continued.

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

Welic asked with a solemn expression.

"So what do you think the real cause of Griffin's death might be?"

The confidant said cautiously.

"I don't know, but Griffin has been investigating the mole who assassinated him that day... Karloff may have suspected us, so he refused to hand over Griffin's body and asked that the body be sent to General Joseph "

"Us? How could..."

Velici sneered and was about to think about how it was possible. After all, no matter how stupid his colleagues were, they would not take action immediately after experiencing a failure.

But he quickly thought that when the assassination failed a few days ago, he had actually entrusted a powerful subordinate to kill Griffin in private.

Could it be...

Was it really the pangolin that did it?

Wei Qi was greatly shocked, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it was that he thought it was possible. After all, the reason for a stroke sounded so lame, it sounded like nonsense at first glance.

He had learned how cunning Griffin was. This guy couldn't have deceived all of them without two brushes.

Under the heavy protection of the personal guards and the bunker, he was able to kill Griffin without anyone noticing...and escape unscathed.

What is the origin of this pangolin? !

Wei Qi thought for a long time and then spoke.

"Get the pangolin for me."

The confidant standing in the camp obviously thought about it with him, and nodded seriously.

"yes."

He knew very well that his lord was moved by his love for talents.

If that pangolin really has such abilities, there is no doubt that he is a worthy target.

This person not only possesses the bravery to defeat a thousand enemies on the battlefield and decapitate the Mother of Deathclaws single-handedly, but he also has the ability to decapitate a general under heavy protection...

Even General McClun was full of praise for his bravery. Following Colway as a captain of thousands was really a bit humiliating.

The henchman who received the order was about to turn around and leave.

Veliki suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a minute...does he have any hobbies? Money? Women? Power...or something else?"

The confidant stopped, lowered his head and thought for a moment.

"He was never flirtatious with women in the army, and he didn't like gold and silver. He didn't show much pursuit of power. Apart from eating... he didn't seem to have any other hobbies."

No preference...

It's a bit tricky.

But it's actually normal. Most of the wastelanders live a primitive life and have no concept of the word prosperity. The dinar naturally has no attraction to them.

When the time comes, I will give him a manor and take him to Triumph City to see the world. I think he will be interested in those common things.

By the way, I heard that he and the female reporter are very close.

If a foreigner wants to marry a Weiland girl, it's not possible if his family doesn't have a mine, let alone the daughter of a civil servant. In the legion, even if the status of a civilian official cannot be compared with that of a military attaché, he is still an official.

With an idea in mind, Wei Qi looked at him and said.

"In this case... you go to the kitchen, ask the chef to prepare a table of good wine and food and send it here, and then invite the pangolin over!"

The confidant nodded in response.

"yes!"

…

At the same time, somewhere in the Horn Keep.

The battlefield atmosphere team did not know that the target he wanted to assassinate was already dead, nor did they know that he had been put in the spotlight before he took action.

When he found out that his choices would affect the game's future plot and even the direction of the version, his mood was not as happy as the fun people on the forum imagined.

Looking at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, the warrior squatting in the pit cursed and complained.

"Damn...it would be great if I could save it."

The note was sent by Welch before, and it contained Griffin's recent itinerary. However, there is basically no difference whether this thing is present or not, because Griffin has been hiding in the bunker since the last assassination. inside, barely coming out of it.

The only reliable chance is the day after tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow, Griffin will go to his defense area to inspect, maybe he can take the opportunity to do something. However, it is foreseeable that there will be a large group of powerful awakened people guarding that guy. Even if he successfully finds the opportunity to shoot, he will probably be in trouble.

He didn't care if Griffin died or not.

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

If possible, he hopes to read both the killing and non-killing plots, recycle "BE" by the way, and then choose the option with the highest profit... This is how he plays most RPG games.

However……

That's a single player game.

"Wasteland OL" is an MMORPG, and players' influence on the world line is permanent. This is obviously impossible.

After excerpting the contents of the note into a notebook in another world, the warlord threw it into the latrine and flushed it away.

Pulling up his pants and coming out of the toilet, he walked towards the barracks not far away, intending to ask Colway for his opinion before making a decision.

After all, it is a life-long friendship.

Colway would never harm him.

Of course, the most important thing was Teng Teng's nonsense that reminded him.

When he came with General Welich that day, Brother Colway's hesitant words and tone really made him a little concerned.

But he didn't have the chance to ask at the time, and he forgot about it later.

…

The door of the barracks.

The warlord looked at the guard on duty and said.

"I'm looking for Chief Colway."

Recognizing the face of the pangolin, the guard gave a military salute.

"Chief Colway isn't here, he's gone over there."

As he spoke, he pointed in the west direction.

"Thanks."

The warlord nodded and walked in the direction pointed by the guard. Sure enough, he saw Colway next to a tent piled with debris.

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

Hearing the footsteps next to him, he turned around and looked over.

"You came?"

The warlord nodded, walked over and sat down next to him.

"General Velich sent me a letter."

Dusting off the ashes from his cigarette butt, Colway said a little irritably.

"He urged you to take action?"

The warlord nodded.

"Well...he provided General Griffin's itinerary. The day after tomorrow is the only chance."

After listening to his words in silence, Colway spoke.

"Inspection the day after tomorrow... You shouldn't tell me this kind of thing. If I were Griffin's man, you would be dead by now."

Wargo rolled his eyes inwardly.

Stop bragging.

You are a direct descendant of McClun, how could Velici find you otherwise!

Being dull and taciturn is just his personality, he is not really stupid.

but……

There is no need to say those words.

"I believe you," Warfield Man shook his head and looked at him seriously and said, "You will always be my commander."

Hearing these words, a relieved smile appeared on Colway's expressionless face.

I didn’t expect that I also had a confidant...

However, that happy smile soon became tinged with a hint of loneliness.

Looking at the sunset in the distance, he sighed and said.

"I'm glad to hear you. If only everyone were like you."

"Like me?" Warfield was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he said that.

"That's right, loyal, brave, and magnanimous... without a trace of hypocrisy."

Colway nodded his cigarette butt and said this casually.

However, the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. The old warlord sitting next to him blushed involuntarily and looked away in embarrassment.

It's okay like me...

All the people in Willant are like me, and the army will be finished soon.

After coughing, the warlord changed the topic away from himself.

"What about you?"

"Me?" A trace of confusion appeared in Colway's pupils, and after a long time he shook his head, "I...not sure."

Wargo gave him a surprised look.

I didn't expect that this guy who always talks about loyalty would be so hesitant.

Colway paused and continued.

"How should I put it... The loyalty I understand is the loyalty of one heart and one mind, and the unity from the bottom up, but what I saw is not like that."

When he said this, his heart was extremely complicated.

When he was just a centurion, he had never thought so much... It wasn't until after McClun's death that he was promoted to a centurion by Griffin and assigned to Velich's ten-thousand-strong team, that he gradually came into contact with the original contact The inside story is unknown.

The actual legion was not a hemp rope with thousands of silk threads twisted into one as he imagined, but a blanket made of wool threads that twisted left and right.

Just like now.

General Griffin wants everyone to die with him.

In order to realize his long-cherished wish of conquering the Great Rift Valley, in order to unite all the cowardly and warring factions, in order to expand the territory of the Legion to the east of the Great Desert, he does not mind dying... This is his view of the Legion and the Marshal's loyalty.

However, Welich and other subordinate captains did not want to die with the madman. They wanted Griffin to die to end this stupid war... They believed that this was their loyalty to His Majesty the Marshal.

Everyone is doing things that he cannot understand in the name of loyalty, and everyone has their own understanding of loyalty.

So what exactly is loyalty?

He even couldn't help but start to wonder whether he, who had never considered this, could be called loyal, and which side he was on was the right one...

Looking at the confused Colway, Warlander didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only follow his taciturn character and asked in a low voice.

"what should I do?"

"I don't know, my dear friend."

Colway sighed, dropped the cigarette butt in his hand and stamped it out.

He clapped his hands and stood up. He looked at his comrade next to him who had experienced life and death with him. He forced a smile on his face and patted his shoulder hard.

"There will always be times when people need to make their own choices, just let it go... Follow your heart, no matter how you choose, I won't blame you."

"Honestly, I don't trust everyone here, but I trust you."

"You must be the most loyal."

The warlord nodded and watched as Colway's back disappeared around the corner not far away.

Unfortunately.

This "good brother" is destined to be disappointed.

He is not the "most loyal" at all, but as long as he has a little bit of Valantian blood in his veins, the things he does are enough to make him go to hell after death.

Not surprisingly, he is probably the only spy here.

After all, in such a short period of time, the Alliance had no time to deploy other intelligence personnel in the legion and build an intelligence network.

Most of those arrested before were wrongly accused...

"It's difficult to handle."

Shaking his head, Warfield stood up with a headache.

According to the itinerary provided by General Velici, the day after tomorrow is the best opportunity. No matter what, he must make a decision as soon as possible. Only in this way can he gain support from Velici.

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

There are many powerful awakened people among Griffin's guards, including second-stage or even third-stage experts, and even players similar to the perception system.

In addition, the failed assassination some time ago has made Griffin alert, and he himself is cautious by nature. It is conceivable that this task is not easy.

"...If the assassination fails, or if the assassination succeeds but the identity is exposed, the pangolin's mission is over."

Do you want to say goodbye to the NPC you know?

Warlander scratched the back of his head when he thought of the female reporter named Penny, the nurse who told him dirty jokes while bandaging his wounds, and the cook who thought he was too edible.

never mind.

No matter what, he is still an undercover agent.

Now that the mission is completed, let's meet again if we have the chance.

At this moment, two people walked up not far away.

The warlord recognized them both. They were General Velich's men.

One of the henchmen walked up to him and whispered with twinkling eyes.

"...General Velich invites you to go."

Is it discussing the specific details of the action?

Deciding to play out his ruthless and taciturn persona until the end, the warlord looked calm and relaxed and nodded lightly.

"Um."

Perhaps he was stunned by his "powerful spirit".

The battlefield atmosphere team clearly felt that the eyes of the two guys looking at him were instantly different, as if they were looking up to a real master.

Is it an illusion?

While he was pondering in his mind, he had already followed the three of them to the door of Welich's tent.

The two stood consciously by the door, one on the left and one on the right.

After glancing at the respectful expressions of the two men, Warfield Man didn't think much and strode towards the tent alone.

There is a table in the tent.

It was filled with sumptuous food and fine wine, including his favorite roasted pig's trotters, stewed beef, roasted fish and chicken... and his favorite chicken soup.

A month ago, no one cared about this big fish and meat meal, but now that the supplies in the fortress are scarce, it is still difficult to prepare such a table.

Warlander couldn't help but swallow.

Good guy.

Is this a farewell treat for yourself?

It seemed that when he sent him the itinerary, the guy had already tacitly agreed on which day he would take action.

Velich, wearing a military uniform, sat directly across the dining table.

The expression on his face was hard to tell. It was hard to tell whether it was gratitude, reverence, fear, or a little bit of both.

Since it was a farewell party for him, the warlord was not polite and sat directly across the dining table in a generous manner.

Just when he was about to get straight to the point and state his decision, Captain Velichan did not wait for him to speak. He took the lead in raising a glass filled with red wine and said solemnly.

"On behalf of the hundreds of officers at Fort Bugle and the more than 50,000 soldiers here... thank you for all you do for all of us!"

Hearing this inexplicable thank you, the warlord was immediately stunned.

I haven't done anything yet.

Is it too early to thank you now?

After sitting there motionless for two seconds, he frowned and asked.

"What did I do?"

This sentence originally had no profound meaning.

But combined with his calm and calm expression, this ordinary question sounded to Wei Qi's ears with a hint of knowingly asking.

Velici immediately "understood" what he meant, smiled knowingly, and gave Comrade Pangolin sitting opposite an "I understand" look.

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

Warlander: "...?"

Without waiting for the taciturn expert to speak, Velici drank all the red wine in the glass and greeted him warmly with a smile on his face.

"Eat quickly! This table is all prepared for you!"

"Don't worry, you don't have to worry about being too public and arousing others' suspicion. General Alec, who is the acting commander, is one of ours... Griffin is dead. Even if there are his direct descendants here, those guys can only hide their tails between their legs. Be a human being.”

"It's over! Thanks to you, this stupid war is finally over! When we get back to Triumph City, I'll take you to eat something good!"

Griffin is dead?

Hearing this news, the warlord looked confused.

Combined with Velic's sudden enthusiastic attitude, he immediately realized that this guy probably thought that the assassin who committed the murder was himself.

No wonder...

Griffin was sitting in the bunker just fine. Unless someone was assassinating him, he couldn't have hit his head against the wall and died, right?

But this thing is too strange.

Silently, he grabbed a piece of chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. Under Wanfu Chang's smiling eyes, the Warfield man ate it without any ceremony.

No matter what, it's not like he has trouble with food, and he happens to be hungry too.

If the captain wants to misunderstand, just let him misunderstand. Anyway, if he doesn't express his position, the guy won't be able to say it everywhere, let alone investigate the cause of Griffin's death in a boring way.

As for silence?

That's even more impossible.

Not to mention that there is no evidence to prove that he did it, what if there is evidence?

Griffin's direct line has been suppressed, and the new governor is from Triumph City. The eastward expansion faction is finished. All those who support the ceasefire will regard him as "one of their own."

The warlord suddenly felt melancholy.

I didn't expect Griffin to die like this.

But having said that, this battle is 90% over. Is my undercover mission completed?

He hasn’t archived files for half a year...