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 tons" 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 said.
"Found it?"
"Yes, sir."
The guard nodded, but there was no joy on his face, but a hint of heaviness between his brows.
Seeing a clue from 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 officer squadron of the 60000th Squadron participated in the assassination that day... They bribed the officer in charge of the meeting that day."
Griffin was silent for a long time this 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 the most was not the betrayal of those people...
But the assassination actually involved two 10000-man squadrons.
This is equivalent to 40% of his troops!
After a long while, Griffin slowly spoke.
"Is the news accurate?"
The guard nodded.
"Accurate... We have obtained reliable evidence, but we have not yet alerted the enemy."
"Very good."
Griffin nodded.
However, just when he was about to make a decision, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and he stopped talking halfway.
The guard looked hesitant 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 now."
"Yes."
The guard nodded slightly and respectfully left the door.
The door closed.
Griffin sighed softly, his shoulders relaxed and leaned 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 throughout its 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 Weilant people, he participated in his first youth training at the age of six. He showed excellent leadership talent when he first came into contact with military life, 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-thousand-man commander.
Later, he met the noble man in his life-General Kras, and received 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 Kras 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 can 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 that 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 knowledgeable people of the Eastward Expansion Faction died one after another in the expedition. Their sacrifice did not gain the sympathy of Triumph City and strengthen the power of the Eastward Expansion Faction. Instead, the power of the Eastward Expansion Faction was weakened because of the decline of talents.
Even after seeing the strength of the Great Rift Valley, even the East The commanders of the legions changed their original support for them, and their attitudes became unclear.
If he was young, he would be angry and ashamed of his comrades' betrayal.
But now, he will no longer be angry, but will calmly think about how to solve the problem.
Using his own sacrifice to win the support of other factions is a wrong route in itself.
General Kras has paid the price of his life for this, which not only did not win the charity of bystanders, but made their political power more marginalized.
In the final analysis, other factions did not get any benefits from the expedition, but only saw endless disasters.
Only by bringing people from other factions together to advance and retreat together, Only then can those mediocre people with different thoughts unite.
For this reason, he changed General Kraus's strategy and no longer directly sought to invade the Great Rift Valley, but took the initiative to negotiate with the Great Rift Valley.
After that, he took Luoxia Province and the mutant tribes of the Great Desert as opponents, and carefully planned one victory after another, so that those young talents who were eager to make achievements saw the hope of brushing merits and came from afar to support their careers.
If everything goes well.
The ancient grain-producing areas will be brought under the control of the Legion.
Even if the progress is not smooth, those other factions involved in the interests will have to increase the chips they bet on him.
For example, the nuclear bomb, and The Sabre fighter jet he had obtained from his own faction was obtained by officers from other factions under his command, especially those from prominent families.
As for the legacy left by General Kraus, it had long been used up by him in the expedition.
And if the progress was extremely unsuccessful...
He could also unite the various factions with hatred by sacrificing everyone, including himself.
At this time, the signal light on the radio suddenly flashed.
Seeing the flashing signal light, General Griffin's expression became serious, and he immediately reached out and picked up the phone 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 was relieved. He knew that this person was under the command of the commander of the Eastern Legion. His taking over the command meant that the marshal had not given up on them.
However, before he could relax, the second sentence that came from the receiver made his face lose color in an instant.
"The marshal has seen through your plan. It's not just me who came to Luoxia Province, but also Cohen from Triumph City."
Griffin's face was slightly pale.
After a long time, he swallowed and asked.
"...What did he say."
The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and did not answer the question, but asked in return.
"Are you loyal?"
Griffin vaguely guessed something, and answered with a trembling voice.
"I have no doubt about the marshal's loyalty. "
"Very good," 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, how to choose is up to you. "
Griffin's Adam's apple moved.
"...Did I do something wrong?"
Joseph said calmly.
"Going to war with the enterprise will not bring us any benefits, and His Majesty the Marshal thinks so. I can understand your feelings, but now is not the time to do that."
This "you" completely drew a line between them.
Griffin was silent for a long time.
"I know."
"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 Karlov, the captain of Griffin's personal guard and also his most trusted subordinate - more trusted than the adjutant.
Standing at attention in front of Griffin and saluting, Karlov said neatly.
"Sir, are you looking for me? "
Griffin said slowly.
"I will die in a quarter of an hour."
Karov was stunned on the spot.
After coming to his senses, he looked at General Griffin in surprise and said in disbelief.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't panic, this is the order of His Majesty the Marshal."
Griffin continued calmly.
"To make a long story short, I need you to do the last two things for me. The first is to announce to the public that my cause of death is a stroke. The second thing... you have to keep an eye on my body. No one is allowed to approach, no one is allowed to perform an autopsy, and no one is allowed to know the cause of my death until my body is handed over to Joseph, who will take me back to Triumph City."
After a pause, he continued.
"Also, my suicide note is in my suitcase. Please pass it to my family for me. "
Karov's face was filled with surprise, anger and disbelief. He couldn't believe that the great Marshal would give such an order.
The great legion would never sacrifice any Willant for the sake of compromise, let alone a general with outstanding merits.
Absolutely impossible!
There must be a villain behind this...
He clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with anger, and stepped forward and said.
"Sir, how about we--"
Griffin interrupted him.
"Don't think so. After I die, I will be awarded the honor of a hero and receive a state funeral in Triumph City as a general... I don't want my half-life of hard work and honor to go to waste because of a small mistake."
"Promise me, Karlov, just let me go alone, don't hate any of our compatriots, don't resist."
Griffin's voice was pleading.
Karov looked at him in silence for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.
"I promise you. "
Seeing the young man nod in front of him, Griffin finally smiled with relief and changed his tone.
"My deputy will take over the command, Horn Castle will surrender to the Alliance, and the ceasefire negotiations will have results in the near future... This war is over."
"You can go home in a while."
"Go, wait for me at the door for a while, I want to spend the last few minutes alone."
Resisting the sadness and tears in his heart, Karlov gritted his teeth, turned his head, and walked out of the door with his back to his respected general.
Looking at the empty room, Griffin, who put everything aside, felt relaxed.
In fact...
Their efforts are not meaningless.
At least Triumph City sent a five-star captain to serve as the governor.
With direct support from Triumph City, they will get a more powerful vassal in ten years at most. By then, it is not impossible to move eastward.
And their sacrifice will also become the driving force for the Willant people to move forward.
There will always be someone who sympathizes with them.
There will always be someone who will continue their unfinished work.
"The world will eventually surrender to us."
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.
There was a capsule of neurotoxin inside.
It would allow him to die without pain and ensure that his body was intact.
"No one can kill me."
Griffin grinned, threw the capsule into his mouth, and drank it with red wine.
"...Except myself."
He put down the cup, chose a comfortable position to lean back in the chair, and closed his eyes.
This time I can sleep longer...
...
Less than ten minutes after Griffin's death, the news quickly spread among the senior officers of Hornburg, and it set off a storm for a while.
His deputy, General Alec, took over the command of the Horn Fort and the garrison at the first opportunity.
Griffin's personal guard captain Karlov cooperated with the temporary commander's handover, but refused to hand over the general's body and declared that they would stay in the bunker until General Joseph lifted their orders.
Alec certainly didn't have to anger Griffin's subordinates. He and a group of officers who knew they were doomed to fail just wanted to go home.
Without caring about Griffin's affairs, the first thing he did after taking over the command was to restore communication with the Arbiter, report the real situation in the fortress to the newly appointed governor, and communicate how to "leave the Horn Fort with dignity."
If they didn't want the war to continue endlessly, the Alliance soldiers surrounding the fortress shouldn't do too much.
The Alliance commander had shouted to them before that as long as they laid down their weapons, they could withdraw to the nearby riverbank from the Alliance-designated safe passage, where they could get food and fresh water.
Veric paced back and forth in the tent.
He had just learned that Griffin was dead, but because his defense zone No. 5 was a little far from the headquarters, he was not sure whether the news was true or not.
At this time, footsteps were heard at the door.
Looking at the confidant who appeared at the door, Veric asked immediately.
"... Griffin is dead?"
The confidant nodded seriously.
"Yes."
Veric's face suddenly showed a trace of ecstasy, but he quickly held it back and continued to ask the confidant.
"How did he die?"
The confidant hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
"Griffin's personal guard captain Karlov 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 suspect that his cause of death may be strange."
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-General about a decent evacuation."
Velich asked solemnly.
"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 insider who assassinated him that day... Karlov may have suspected us, so he refused to hand over Griffin's body and asked to send the body to General Joseph."
"We? How can..."
Velich sneered and was about to say how could it be possible. After all, no matter how stupid his colleagues were, they would not take action immediately after experiencing a failure.
But he soon remembered that when the assassination failed a few days ago, he actually privately entrusted a powerful follower under his command to kill Griffin.
Could it be...
It was really done by that pangolin?
Veric's heart was shaken. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. After all, the reason of stroke sounded too lame. It was bullshit.
He had seen how cunning Griffin was. This guy couldn't have fooled all of them without some tricks.
He was able to kill Griffin without anyone noticing under the heavy protection of the guards and the bunker... and escape unscathed.
Who is this pangolin? !
Veric pondered for a long time and spoke.
"Get the pangolin for me."
The confidant standing in the tent obviously thought the same as him and nodded seriously.
"Yes."
He knew very well that his master was interested in talent.
If the pangolin really had such ability, he would undoubtedly be a worthy target.
This man not only has the courage to fight against thousands of enemies on the battlefield and take the head of the Mother of Deathclaws single-handedly, but also has the ability to take the heads of generals under heavy guard...
Even General McLen praised this warrior, but it was a bit of a waste of talent to follow a thousand-man captain like Kolwe.
The confidant who received the order was about to turn around and leave.
Velich suddenly called him.
"Wait a minute... Does he have any hobbies? Money? Women? Power... or something else?"
The confidant stopped and lowered his head to think for a moment.
"He never approached women in the army, nor did he like gold and silver treasures, and he didn't show much pursuit of power. Except for being a big eater... he seems to have no other hobbies."
No hobbies...
It's a bit difficult to deal with.
But it's normal. Most of the wastelanders live a primitive life and have no concept of the word prosperity. Naturally, the dinar has no appeal to them.
When the time comes, I will give him a manor and take him to Triumph City to see the world. I believe he will be interested in those mundane things.
By the way, I heard that he is very close to that female reporter.
If a foreigner wants to marry a girl from Willant, he must have a mine at home, not to mention that she is the daughter of a civil servant. In the legion, even if the status of a civil servant cannot be compared with that of a military officer, he is still an official after all.
With an idea in mind, Weiliqi looked at him and said.
"So... you go to the kitchen and ask the chef to prepare a table of good wine and food and send it here, and then invite that pangolin to come!"
The confidant nodded in response.
"Yes!"
...
At the same time, somewhere in Horn Castle.
The battlefield atmosphere group did not know that the target he wanted to assassinate was dead, and he did not know that he had been put on the cusp before he even started.
When he found that his choice would affect the future plot and even the direction of the version of the game, his mood was not as happy as the people on the forum imagined.
Looking at the crumpled note in his hand, Zhandi, who was squatting in the toilet, complained.
"Damn... it would be nice if I could save a file."
The note was sent by Veric before, and it wrote Griffin's recent schedule, but it made no difference whether it was there or not, because since the last assassination, Griffin has been hiding in the bunker and rarely came out.
The only reliable chance is the day after tomorrow.
The morning of the day after tomorrow, Griffin will go to his defense zone for inspection, maybe he can take the opportunity to do something. However, it is foreseeable that there will be a large group of powerful awakeners guarding that guy by then, and even if he successfully finds an opportunity to shoot, he will probably be dead.
He doesn't care whether Griffin dies or not.
But it's uncomfortable to only choose one of the two plots.
If possible, he hopes to watch both the killing and non-killing plots, collect "BE" by the way, and then choose the one with the highest profit... He plays most RPG games this way.
However...
That is a single-player game.
"Wasteland", the player's influence on the world line is permanent, so it is obviously impossible to do this.
After copying the contents of the note into a notebook in another world, the old man threw it into the toilet 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 Korway's opinion before making a decision.
After all, it is a friendship of life and death.
Korway will never hurt him.
Of course, the most important thing is that Teng Teng's nonsense reminded him.
When he came with General Weiliqi that day, Korway's hesitant words and tone did make him a little concerned.
But he didn't have the opportunity to ask at that time, and he forgot about it later.
...
At the door of the barracks.
The old man looked at the guard on duty and said.
"I'm looking for Commander Korwe."
The guard saluted, recognizing Pangolin's face.
"Commander Korwe is not here. He went over there."
He pointed to the west.
"Thank you."
Zhan Di Lao nodded and walked in the direction pointed by the guard. As expected, he saw Kolway next to a tent where miscellaneous items were piled up.
He was sitting on the concrete steps smoking a cigarette, staring at the rows of concrete fortifications and the setting sun in the distance, and he didn't even notice that the cigarette butt had burned to the edge of his fingers.
Hearing footsteps next to him, he came back to his senses and looked over.
"You're here?"
Zhan Di Lao nodded and walked to sit next to him.
"General Veric sent me a letter."
Kolway said a little irritably, brushing off the ash on the cigarette butt.
"He urged you to do it?"
Zhan Di Lao nodded.
"Well... he provided General Griffin's itinerary, and the day after tomorrow is the only chance."
After listening to his words in silence, Kolway spoke.
"Inspection the day after tomorrow... You shouldn't tell me such a thing. If I were Griffin's man, you would be dead now."
Zhan Di Lao rolled his eyes in his heart.
Stop bragging.
You are a direct descendant of McLen, otherwise how could Veric find you!
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," Zhan Di Lao shook his head and looked at him seriously and said, "You will always be my superior."
Hearing this, Kolwe's expressionless face showed a relieved smile.
I didn't expect that I also had a confidant...
However, that relieved smile soon brought a trace of loneliness.
Looking at the sunset in the distance, he sighed and said.
"I am very happy to hear you say this. It would be great if everyone was like you."
"Like me?" Zhan Di Lao was stunned, not understanding why he said that.
"Yes, loyal, brave, open-minded... without a trace of falsehood."
Kolway lit up his cigarette and said this casually.
However, the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was attentive. The face of the old man sitting next to him turned red and he looked away awkwardly.
It's okay to be like me...
If all the Willant people were like me, the legion would have been finished long ago.
With a cough, the old man changed the topic from himself.
"What about you?"
"Me?" Kolway's eyes were filled with confusion, and after a long time he shook his head, "I'm... not sure."
The old man looked at him unexpectedly.
I didn't expect that this guy who always talked about loyalty would be so hesitant.
Kolway paused and continued.
"How should I put it... the loyalty I understand is the loyalty of one heart and one body, the unity from bottom to top, but what I see is not like that."
When he said this, his heart was extremely complicated.
When he was just a centurion before, he had never thought so much...Until after McLen died, he was promoted to a thousand-man by Griffin and assigned to the 10,000-man team of Veric, and he gradually came into contact with the inside story that he could not get to know before.
In fact, the legion was not a hemp rope twisted into a line as he imagined, but a blanket woven from a lot of woolen threads.
Just like now.
General Griffin hopes that everyone will die with him.
In order to realize the long-cherished wish of conquering the Great Rift Valley, to unite all the cowards and factions that are afraid of war and attack each other, and to expand the territory of the legion to the east of the Great Desert, he does not mind dying...This is his loyalty to the legion and the marshal.
However, the lower-level commanders such as Veric did not want to die with the madman. They hoped that Griffin would die and end this stupid war... They thought that this was loyalty to His Majesty the Marshal.
Everyone was doing things he could not understand in the name of loyalty, and everyone had their own understanding of loyalty.
So what exactly is loyalty?
He even began to doubt whether he could be called loyal without ever considering these things, and which side he was on was the right one...
Looking at Korway who was in confusion, Zhandi Lao did not know how to comfort him, and could only follow his taciturn personality and asked in a low voice.
"What should I do?"
"I don't know, my dear friend."
Korway sighed, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stomped it out.
He clapped his hands and stood up. He looked at his comrade who had been through life and death with him, squeezed out a forced smile from his face, and patted him on the shoulder.
"There will always be a time when people need to make their own choices, just go ahead and do it... Follow your heart, no matter what you choose, I won't blame you."
"To be honest, I don't trust anyone here, but I trust you."
"You must be the most loyal."
Zhan Di Lao nodded and watched Kolwei's back disappear around the corner not far away.
It's a pity.
This "good brother" is destined to be disappointed.
He is not the "most loyal" at all. If there is a little bit of Willant blood in his veins, what he has done is enough to make him go to hell after death.
If nothing unexpected happens, he is probably the only spy here.
After all, in such a short time, the Alliance has no time to deploy other intelligence personnel in the Legion and build an intelligence network.
Eighty percent of those who were arrested before were wronged...
"It's difficult."
Shaking his head, Zhan Di Lao stood up in pain.
According to the schedule provided by General Veric, the day after tomorrow is the best opportunity. He must make a decision as soon as possible no matter what. Only in this way can he get support from Veric.
For example, prepare weapons for him in advance, or create a commotion at a specific time...
There are many powerful awakeners among Griffin's guards, including those in the second or even third stage, and even players similar to the perception system.
In addition, the failed assassination some time ago has made Griffin alert, and he is cautious by nature. It is conceivable that this task is not easy.
"... If the assassination fails, or the assassination succeeds but the identity is exposed, the mission of Pangolin will be over."
Should I say goodbye to the NPC I know?
Thinking of the female reporter named Penny, the nurse who told dirty jokes while bandaging his wounds, and the cook who thought he was too greedy, Zhan Di scratched the back of his head.
Forget it.
After all, I am an undercover.
Since the mission is completed, let's meet again if we are destined to.
At this moment, two people came over from a distance.
Zhan Di Lao recognized them, they were General Wei Liqi's men.
One of his confidants walked up to him and whispered with a twinkling look in his eyes.
"... General Wei Liqi asks you to come."
Is it to discuss the specific details of the action?
Deciding to play his character of being ruthless and taciturn to the end, Zhan Di Lao looked calm and nodded lightly.
"Yeah."
Perhaps he was stunned by his "kingly aura".
The Zhan Di atmosphere group clearly felt that the two guys looked at him differently in an instant, as if they were looking up at a real master.
Is it an illusion?
While he was thinking in his heart, he had already followed the three people to the door of Wei Liqi's tent.
The two consciously stood by the door, one on the left and one on the right.
After taking a look at the two respectful people, Zhan Di Lao didn't think much and walked into the tent with big strides.
There was a table in the tent.
It was filled with rich food and fine wine, including his favorite roasted pig's trotters, stewed beef, roasted fish and roasted chicken... and the chicken soup he had been thinking about.
A month ago, this meal of fish and meat was not popular, but now the supplies in the fortress are expensive and scarce, and it is still a bit difficult to prepare such a table.
Zhan Di Lao couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
Good guy.
Is this a farewell party for me?
It seems that when he sent me the schedule, the guy had already acquiesced in his heart that he would take action on a certain day.
Veric, dressed in a military uniform, sat directly opposite the dining table.
The expression on his face was hard to read, and it was hard to tell whether it was gratitude, respect or fear, or a little bit of both.
Since it was a farewell party for him, Zhan Di Lao was not polite and sat across the table.
Just when he was about to make his decision straight to the point, Captain Wei Liqi raised the glass full of red wine and said solemnly without waiting for him to speak.
"On behalf of the hundreds of officers of Horn Castle and the more than 50,000 soldiers here... thank you for everything you have done for all of us!"
Hearing this inexplicable thank you, Zhan Di Lao was immediately confused.
I haven't done anything yet.
Isn't it too early to thank now?
Sitting there motionless for a full two seconds, he frowned and asked.
"What did I do?"
This sentence originally had no deep meaning.
But combined with his calm and calm expression, this ordinary question sounded like a knowing question to Wei Liqi's ears.
Weiliqi immediately "understood" what he meant, laughed knowingly, and gave Comrade Pangolin sitting opposite him a look that said "I understand".
"I understand! You didn't do anything! On this day worth celebrating, let's not mention that unlucky madman!"
Zhan Di Lao: "...?"
Without waiting for the taciturn master to speak, Weiliqi drank the red wine in the glass and greeted him warmly with a smile.
"Hurry up and eat! This table is all prepared for you!"
"Don't worry about being too ostentatious and causing others to suspect us. General Alex, the acting commander, is our man... Griffin is dead. Even if his direct lineage is here, those guys can only keep their tails between their legs."
"It's over! Thanks to you, this stupid war is finally over! When we return to Triumph City, I'll take you to eat something good!"
Griffin is dead?
Upon hearing this news, Zhan Di Lao was stunned.
Combined with the sudden enthusiasm of Veric, he immediately realized that this guy probably thought that the assassin was himself.
No wonder...
Griffin was sitting in the bunker. If there was no assassination, it was impossible for him to hit his head against the wall and die, right?
But this matter was too strange.
Silently, he grabbed a piece of chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. Under the smiling eyes of the captain, Zhan Di Lao ate it without any hesitation.
In any case, he would not go against the food. He was hungry.
Let the captain misunderstand if he wants to. Anyway, if he does not express his opinion, the guy will not tell everyone, let alone investigate the cause of Griffin's death.
As for silencing?
That is even more impossible.
Not to mention that there is no evidence to prove that he did it, even if there is evidence, what can he do?
Griffin's direct line has been suppressed, and the new governor is from Triumph City. The eastward expansion faction is finished, and all those who support the ceasefire will regard him as "one of their own".
Zhandi Lao suddenly felt melancholy.
I didn't expect Griffin to die like this.
But then again, this battle is probably over, so has his undercover mission been completed?
He hasn't saved the game for half a year...