Chapter 690 Don’t Splash Blood on Me (1/2)

After getting off the submarine, Mu Da took his two subordinates back to the speedboat and headed back towards the circular island.

They had been at Chip Harbor for too long, and not returning to take another shift might arouse suspicion among others.

And before handing over, he had to talk to the brothers on the next shift and make some appropriate adjustments to the scope of the patrol area.

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

Recalling the conversation on the submarine just now, the subordinate standing next to him hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Sir..."

"What's wrong?"

"We...does this count as collaborating with the enemy?"

This isn't just his concern.

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

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

"It doesn't count."

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

"The real enemies are those who pull us into the abyss of eternal destruction for their own ambitions. They are definitely not those who would rather risk their lives to pull us out of the abyss. They and those from Haiya Province The believers who came are different. They really intend to end the wasteland on this planet. Perhaps this is why Mr. Sun Yuechi wrote that letter for them. "

"We have never betrayed the survivors living in these waters, not now and never again."

The two sailors exchanged glances with each other. Although their eyes were still full of confusion and confusion about the future, they felt slightly better.

Regardless of whether this is a betrayal or not, they are already on this pirate ship.

We can only keep sailing this ship...

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

"Speaking of which, what are they eating on the beach? It smells weird."

"I saw barbecue and beer...and that golden thing seems to be the French fries they were talking about?"

"Damn... you eat better than I do." The sailor sailing the boat smacked his lips in envy, feeling like the gluttons in his stomach were aroused.

With so many things going on, he had already worked overtime all night, and now he only felt hungry and sleepy.

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

"You are so curious, let's go to their port another day."

"Boss, do you have their silver coins?"

"Aren't they planning to do business with the settlement on the ring island? How about exchanging federal currency with them?"

"good idea!"

Unknowingly, the patrol boats of the Southern Islands Federation drove farther and farther towards the rising sun in the east.

No one noticed that the Federation of Islands, which was united by conspiracy, had quietly developed a crack...

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

After visiting the submarine, the players immediately brought the news back to the forum and shared it with those who had never seen the world.

Murderous Dagger: "I'm telling you! That submarine is simply awesome! It's more than two hundred meters long, and it's just an underwater aircraft carrier."

Debt-eyed: "What the hell?! Is it really true?!"

The boy at the construction site and Brick: "The sun is out in the west, and Ah Wei didn't brag?!"

Tails: "giao! Don't add random settings to me, since when did I start bragging! (ノ｀Д)ノ"

Ye Shi: "I'm shocked, when did Brother Guang become so generous!"

The French Fries Port is currently not connected to the Internet, and the photos taken cannot be sent back to the shelter in real time, so there is no way to synchronize them to the official website.

Fortunately, now that technology has advanced, some good guys have refined the key points based on the few words described by players who have seen the world, and then sent them to the AI ​​drawing software. Through continuous training, they have actually made a picture like that. CG pictures.

Looking at the few fake CGs generated by AI, everyone was feasted in advance, but soon new controversies emerged.

Master Zhang from the shipyard: "Wait a minute, you said this thing can dive?!"

Drinking foot-washing water: "That's nonsense!"

Huludao fish seller: "I'm really curious about how such a large-diameter pressure shell is made!? And what is the welding process!? This thing can dive 100 meters in real life. I put it It was eaten!”

Carrying an umbrella but not a knife at midnight: "Brother, I was stunned. This is a game!"

Hungry force: "Hey, you can accept a 500-meter-long iron airship, but what can't you accept with a 200-meter-long submarine?"

Bowing to the hungry forces: "That's right! You can even weld a starship that is thousands of kilometers long, but you can't weld a two-hundred-meter submarine?"

Who is suffering from Ward's athlete's foot? Levin: "Hey... there is a saying that it is really possible! Isn't that Tianting near the entrance of Vault 70? Eighty percent of their welding technology was recovered from the Tianting space station. !”

Ya'er, I want to go to the toilet and asked: "Oh my god...thinking about it this way, Vault 70 is getting off to a ridiculous start!"

Keep your voice down and I'll say, "How the hell did you play such a good hand of cards?!"

Thinking about the fact that other people's shelters would give away scientific research points and population when they opened the door, and then thinking about being beaten by predators and mutants in turn as soon as they showed up, all the A-test players burst into tears and couldn't stop crying.

At that time, it was true that even a fire stick could be used as a magical weapon, unlike now where you can even buy a Gauss sniper rifle with money.

To be honest, it was not just the A-test players who were feeling sad, but even Chu Guang, who was sitting in the shelter and looking at the screen, was filled with emotion.

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

Don't talk about burning fire sticks at that time. There was a dog at the beginning, and it was the kind with two heads that chased his butt and bit him.

Fortunately, the survivors on Beit Street were pretty good to him, and Xiaoyu's family especially took good care of him. Otherwise, it's hard to say whether there would have been so many things later.

"It is indeed a talent to be able to play such a good set of cards like this." Looking at the map of the southern sea area, Chu Guang also felt emotional in his heart.

Although he was not present at the scene, he could roughly understand the whole story based on the players' chats on the forum and the overall binding book that Xiaoqi helped him make.

Although Sun Yuechi is unwilling to admit it, Vault 70 has become the de facto "inner city aristocrat" in the southern sea.

Their advantage is probably that they are not as arrogant and licentious as the nobles in the inner city of Boulder City, and most of them are senior engineers and experts who have received elite education. They have knowledge, experience, and lofty ideals and visions that far exceed those of ordinary wastelanders.

As for the disadvantage, they may be more isolated from the masses than the nobles in the inner city. After all, the former often come in and out of the latter.

Even now, both Huang Guangwei and Captain Chen believe that things developed like this because of the stupidity of the survivors in the southern seas, not because of their lack of true communication.

If in the past century, they were willing to let go of the arrogance of the enlightened people and give a little power to the ordinary survivors who have grown up, a "federal" that completely excludes the refuge would not emerge.

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

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

Staring at the blue ocean, Chu Guang felt more and more regretful.

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder at the corner of the table, swayed her legs leisurely, holding her chin in her hands, looking at Chu Guang's profile, and suddenly asked curiously.

"Owner."

Looking away from the forum, Chu Guang looked at Xiao Qi.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Qi blinked and said.

"Since the southern sea area is so important, why don't you just take over it and leave it to the players to do it themselves?"

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"They are in the local area, and their understanding of the situation there is much better than that of me sitting here unable to leave. It is the best choice to leave it to them."

"What's more, I hope they can spontaneously change this wasteland and stimulate the players' creativity and enthusiasm to the maximum extent. If they can resolve the crisis in the southern seas with their own strength and unite the survivors there, this will be better than me. It doesn’t matter how many expansion packs you send.”

"And we just need to give them enough support when necessary."

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

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

Not only the ongoing Sticky Community meeting, but also the recent series of cooperation between the Alliance and the Hump Kingdom and so on.

Construction of a railway from Fallen Leaf City to Petra Fortress has begun. After the completion of this project, the Hump Kingdom will also be integrated into the alliance's land trade network.

Negotiations with the embassy in Silver Moon Bay have been completed, and the embassy staff and a group of player-specific sleep cabins are already on their way to Oasis No. 4.

As the save points extend outward along the alliance's railways, more and more players will appear on the route from Auroville City to Port Fries.

Most of the gaming behaviors of these players will have a positive effect on the development of Chip Port.

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

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While players are talking about the Dolphin nuclear submarine and the suspected upcoming new version, the distant Silver Moon Bay is also bustling at the moment.

The morning bell has just rung, and seagulls are already hovering on the chimneys and masts of the steam sailboat.

The boilerman carrying the shovel yawned and walked onto the deck. The stevedores with towels on their shoulders were unloading boxes of goods from barges of different shapes and styles, handing them over to ground crews and transporting them to the seaport. The reservoir area or the trade market one kilometer away.

There are all kinds of goods here, including precious wood and splendid silks, spices with strange smells, boxes and bundles of gold and silver treasures, or secret treasures left over from the Age of Prosperity.

The ships parked in the port are also different. There are fishing boats that can circle around in a dozen steps, and there are also giant oil tankers that can take a minute to run from bow to stern.

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

It is precisely for this reason that the busyness here usually lasts from the moment the sun rises until the sun sets.

Whether it is the stevedores on the dock, the pedestrians walking on the nearby streets, or the vendors shouting and selling in the market, everyone is striving for a louder jingle of the few coins in their pockets. gained strength.

However, in this port where wealth myths are born every day, stories of getting rich overnight are often irrelevant to most busy people.

For example, Mogavi, who had just made a fortune, got drunk in the pub early in the morning and boasted to the drunkards who had also been hungover all night.

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

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

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

"that is!"

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

"I have five shops at the port of Silver Moon Bay, all of which are rented to merchants from the Alliance. The rent they pay me every month must be packed in sacks. I can sit here and drink all day without worrying about running out of money. ”

"Like you, man, I raise thousands of cows and tens of thousands of pigs on the farm in Oasis No. 9. As much as those blue coats can eat, I can make as much money as possible."

Mogavi stared at those guys with straight eyes.

Good guy!

Better than me!

The boss sitting behind the bar couldn't stand it anymore. He slapped the cleaned glass on the table and couldn't help but say.

"Since you are so rich, you might as well buy the order first. My place will be closed in two hours."

The drunkard who raised tens of thousands of pigs waved his hand.

"We are all so familiar with each other, so we still follow the old rules and write down the accounts first—"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the boss's eyes.

"Don't even think about it! You already owe me 1,147 golden camels. If you don't pay today, I will sell you to the dock to work as a coolie to pay off your debt!"

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

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

Looking at the wailing drunkards, Mogave stretched out his index finger and pinched the center of his brow, then punched the table hard.

"Damn... so unlucky!"

These poor guys!

It's a waste of time to beep with them!

He had been sitting here all night and bragging all night, almost turning the French fries port, which was not much bigger than a fishing village, into a gold mine full of gold.

The reason why he advertised to those people so hard was certainly not out of any good intention to help others, or to repay the kindness of those generous people, but simply to attract investment for his next business.

The port is right on the edge of the Baiyue Strait. Even if he doesn't reveal where it is, someone will find it sooner or later.

What's more, there were so many sailors and mercenaries on the deck at that time. He didn't expect those guys who were paid to do things to keep any secrets for him. After all, he didn't share the money he earned with them.

Maybe over a drink, those guys sold out all the secrets of their fortune.

Since that French fries port will be discovered sooner or later, before others trample the threshold of that port, it is a smart person to use the time difference and information gap to expand the business as much as possible.

To do this, the small amount of funds he has is obviously not enough. He needs to recruit some stupid people and rich people to join him.

It would be best if a prince or noble took a fancy to his business and threw him a large sum of money to directly buy a fleet, or even simply lent him the royal fleet to pull goods.

In this way, at least he wouldn't have to look at the faces of the captains.

It's a pity that his business has just started. Although the goods can please the princes and nobles, he is not qualified to appear at their banquets without any identity. He can only come to the tavern near the port. Try your luck.

Just when Mogavi was shaking his head and about to buy the order and leave, two men in black robes walked in from outside the tavern.

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

"Sorry, guest, we have closed the business here and are now cleaning up the mess."

The leader didn't speak, he just glanced around at the drunkard sitting here drinking, and then his eyes stopped on Mogavi's face.

The two exchanged glances, and one of them walked towards the door, while the leader went to the bar, took out a hundred-yuan note and threw it on the table.

"I bought his order."

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

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

From the moment the two people entered the door, Mogavi had been quietly observing them.

Especially when he saw the man taking out a hundred-dollar bill and happily paying for him, and walking towards him without even looking at the change, his heart was beating so fast that he almost couldn't. It jumped to the throat.

Good guy!

No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to find anything, and it won't take any effort at all!

This man’s stupid and wealthy sponsor made him wait!

Looking at the man in black robe who stopped in front of him, Mogavi cleared his throat, pushed away his chair and stood up, extending his right hand in a friendly manner.

"What is the name of this boss?"

The man in black robe looked at him expressionlessly, took his extended hand and shook it, then let go and said.

"Singh, someone is interested in your business. I wonder if Mr. Mogawi is willing to reward him."

Mogavi was stunned for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of me was not the real owner, but an employee. But it was after he discovered this that the eagerness in his eyes not only did not diminish, but became even stronger.

"Who is your boss?"

The man named Singer continued in a calm tone.

"He is staying nearby, please come with me."

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

The group of people left the tavern and walked south along the bustling streets for a while. They passed by luxurious hotels several times. Mogavi thought they had arrived, but they saw that the two of them had no intention of stopping.

Especially when one of them slowed down and walked behind him, he couldn't help but feel a touch of alarm in his heart.

But in the end he suppressed the doubts in his mind.

After all, this is the territory of Silvermoon City. Even if the security here cannot be said to be excellent, kidnappings on the street are still very rare.

Moreover, the temperament of the two of them does not look like gangsters, but more like retainers of a noble family. He often interacts with royal servants, so he is very confident in his vision of people.

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

Two warships flying double-knife flags were parked at the edge of the dock. Standing on the shore were a dozen muscular men with Ripper rifles on their backs.

This entire dock seems to be contracted by these two warships. Other ships stay away from this side, and even the dock workers and patrol police do not come here.

At this moment, Mogavi finally panicked.

He glanced at the person following him, then looked at Singer walking in front, and asked with a trembling voice with a hint of fear.

"Who are you, your boss?!"

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

"Sir Achim is on the boat in front, go up and talk."

Upon hearing these words, Mogavi's heart suddenly dropped from his throat to the bottom. He complained endlessly in his heart, only regretting that he had been blinded by the benefits.

The man in black robe stood motionless behind him, obviously not intending to let him go.

Not only that, but the dozen soldiers carrying rifles near the dock were also staring at his face.

Looking at that menacing posture, I'm afraid that if I dare to turn around and take a step back, those guys will rush up and tear me apart without hesitation.

Seeing that he was standing there without moving, the man named Singer politely reminded him with a hint of impatience.

"Mr. Mogawe, please come aboard."

"yes……"

Being stared at by that sharp gaze, Mogawei gave a bitter smile and could only step forward with his lead-filled legs and walk towards the flagship gangway.

These guys are from the Xilan Empire.

The unreasonableness of these people is famous throughout Silver Moon Bay. Even the Governor of Silver Moon Port and the City Lord of Silver Moon City have nothing to do with these guys. They can only hope that the protection of the Alliance can make these people Help the guy restrain himself.

Mogawe never expected that he, who was doing business honestly, would provoke these plague gods, and he never expected that they would kidnap people directly from the downtown area without following the rules!

certainly.

He also admitted that part of the reason for this was himself. If he hadn't been greedy, if he hadn't been numbed by alcohol, he wouldn't have been fooled by such an obvious thing.

After some hesitation, Mogavi finally boarded the deck and saw Captain Achim in a luxuriously decorated captain's room.

The bearded man raised his nostrils slightly, looked at him like he was interrogating a prisoner, and spoke casually.

“Have you ever been to Chip Harbor?”

Mogawei didn't dare to hide it and nodded nervously.

"...Yes sir, I just came back from there."

Hearing these words, Captain Achim narrowed his eyes slightly, and those eyes were like the letters spit out by a poisonous snake.

Mogave felt a chill running down his spine, and when he was about to ask the adult in front of him if he had any advice, Captain Achim spoke slowly.

"I need you to do something for me."

That was the tone of command.

There was obviously no intention to negotiate.

Mogavi, who was thinking about how to get out of here, nodded quickly.

"Please tell me."

Very satisfied with the attitude of the businessman in front of him, Captain Achim continued speaking slowly.

"I will give you two cargo ships. You take them to the French Fries Port. Just make them dock successfully at the port. Leave the rest to us. It's that simple."

Mogavi asked tremblingly.

"What cargo are those two ships carrying?"

Achim looked at him expressionlessly and said.

"you do not need to know."

Having probably guessed what might be on board, Mogavi swallowed, tried to cooperate, smiled, and nodded flatteringly.

"Okay! No problem, sir! I'm very familiar with the guys at the French Fries Port. No matter what cargo you want to haul there, it's no problem... But this journey is not short. Can I go back and pack my luggage before departure? ?”

He swore.

As long as he is allowed to return to the downtown area, he will definitely run away without saying a word. Presumably the alliance's embassy will be very interested in this information, and maybe even arrange two bodyguards for him.

However, Achim just looked at him lightly and said with a half-smile.

"Do you think I'll let you go down?"

Looking at that sneer, Mogavi felt a chill on his back, and a smile that looked much better than crying immediately appeared on his face.

"I...I can't go down any more. Dear sir, when will we set off?"

"Just now, two ships are already waiting on the Borneo Sea. I will take you there personally." Achim took out the diamond-encrusted pocket watch, took a look at it, and threw it into the drawer.

Suddenly, he noticed the smile that was uglier than crying on the little businessman's face. His eyes moved slightly, he walked forward with a smile, made a friendly appearance and patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"Don't worry, we are just going there to get back what belongs to us. Follow me and work hard. I will definitely not treat you badly when things are done."

Mogawei looked at the confident guy in front of him dumbfounded, thanking him profusely, but he was already scolding him in his heart.

These short-lived ghosts!

Not only was he tired of living, but he even wanted to drag him along!

Now he just hopes that these guys will stay away from him when they die, and the blood will not splash on him...

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(Thanks to the leader of "Yanxia ycl" for the reward!!!)