This Game is Too Real Chapter 695

  Chapter 695 Do you call this a counterattack? !

  In the southern sea area, North Island, in a small but luxuriously decorated room, Charas, who was formally dressed, was pacing back and forth.

  He looked at the digital clock on the wall frequently, and then glanced casually at the door, his fidgeting expression was almost written on his face.

   At this moment, there were three light knocks on the door.

   As if he had received a certain signal, he immediately went up and opened the door, only to see a young officer in uniform standing at the door.

   "Come in and say."

   Without waiting for the man to speak, he pulled the officer in, carefully checked to see if anyone was following outside the door, and then slowly closed the door.

"How is it going?"

  Looking at the expectant Mr. Chalas, the officer said nervously.

"problem occurs."

  Hearing this sentence, Chalas's mood sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant, and his brows were tightly knit into a ball.

   Before he could ask, the officer spoke rapidly without stopping.

  “…The gunshots rang out for more than an hour. From the sea to the beach, there were blood and corpses everywhere. There were people and mutants.”

   Hearing that there were mutants in the dead bodies, Charas hurriedly asked with his last hope.

   "Are there more humans or more mutants?"

  The officer said with an ugly face.

   "People...but those guys don't seem to be from the alliance."

  Charles was stunned, and blurted out.

   "Not from the Alliance?! Whose could it be?"

  The officer shook his head.

"I don't know. They don't have obvious marks on their bodies, and their identities cannot be confirmed for the time being. According to the video captured by our drone, they entered the Baiyue Strait on two cargo ships, which happened to coincide with the mutant troops sent by the torch to Potato Fries Harbor. Hit. Those beasts with fish scales didn't have eyes, and they couldn't walk when they saw people. It's five or six kilometers away from Chip Port!"

  Charles' eyes widened.

"Then what?"

  The officer said with a difficult expression.

   "Then...they were all accepted by the Alliance."

  Chalas: "…"

   The room fell silent.

  Because of the absence of the maritime patrol team, the federal destroyer stayed in the nearby waters for a long time, and the unmanned aerial vehicle released almost exhausted the battery during the entire battle.

  Looking at Chalas with a dignified expression, the officer's Adam's apple moved, and said in a low voice.

"...The bad thing about this is that those guys were beaten and wiped out. There are too many corpses, and there is no time to deal with them. There is no way to deal with them. As soon as the sun rises tomorrow morning, the maritime patrol team will return to the patrol area. They will definitely find something unusual on the beach. My only concern now is that someone with ulterior motives will link those bodies to today's exercise."

  Different from the navy that is completely loyal to the Federation of the Southern Islands, he knows very well that there are two forces in the presidential palace. There are good guys like Mr. Charas who stand for the Federation, and there are cowards who balk at Vault 70.

  If those weak guys realize that the fuse of the war is hidden, their weakness will bring the Federation, which has the upper hand in this war, into the abyss.

  Chalas pondered for a long time calmly, and then spoke slowly.

   "Even if it's connected, it's nothing, it's not our territory."

   Seeing that Mr. Chalas was completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem, the young officer couldn't help but look anxious, and said hastily.

"It's exactly what you said...but what if someone connects those mutants with the wrecked cargo ship in the southern seas? Before, everyone thought that those guys with fish scales would not leave the death coast, but now they swam for a while. More than a thousand kilometers, coming directly from our west, and launching torpedoes! Using distance as an excuse to say that they cannot attack our cargo ships is untenable."

After a pause, he lowered his voice and continued, "I heard that recently someone is investigating those wrecked ships, including the Golden Coast sent by Mr. It will be troublesome if the guy who probes the brain finds something."

   There was a sharp glint in Chalas's eyes, and his clenched fist kept rubbing against his index finger and thumb.

   Observing the expression on the face of the chief of staff, the officer continued in a deep voice.

   "What I'm most worried about now is what the President knows. In any case, we have to prepare for the worst. If it doesn't work, let's have a showdown with the President—"

  Regarding the current federal system, the commander-in-chief of the federal navy is concurrently held by the president, and any military action must be personally authorized by the president.

  Although everything they did was for the Federation, it was an unauthorized action after all, and it was untenable both in terms of law and reason.

   Things will go wrong sooner or later.

  Especially if this trend continues, the risk of passing through is getting bigger and bigger.

  Instead of laying the groundwork for greater hidden dangers in the future because of today's concealment, it is better to directly confess and pull the president into their chariot, and continue this war in a more thorough form.

  However, before he finished speaking, Charas interrupted him without hesitation.

"Now is not the time. Mr. President and his supporters are still fantasizing about Vault 70. We have to give time to our fellow countrymen who haven't come out of the past. Don't worry, I will watch over him, You can help me keep an eye on the maritime patrol team, I am worried that the news has leaked there, so that the alliance can prepare in advance."

"But…"

  The officer looked hesitant, obviously wanting to say something, but was blocked back by Chalas unceremoniously.

   "You go down first, we have met for too long, I will find you again if there is something to do."

"yes…"

  Facing the unquestionable eyes, the officer finally gave up and nodded, turned and left the room.

  Looking at the closed door, Chalas sat down on the sofa, stretched out his index finger and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

   Showdown to the President?

   A bunch of naive guys.

  Mr. Mungo will never stand with them. The Federation of the Southern Islands was founded by that guy.

  If he knew that the ocean current power station was actually sunk by his own people, and the purpose was only to provide an excuse for the federation to liquidate shelter 70, even if he didn't kill himself, he would definitely kick himself out of the presidential palace.

   What's more, even if he retreated 10,000 steps, that guy agreed to hide the truth of the war with them, how could he turn the Federation into his own?

   Of course he will have a showdown with Mr. President.

   But it is definitely not the moment when the presidential palace and the navy are in close contact...

   Sinking his consciousness into a shimmering sanctuary, Charas lowered his eyebrows slightly, and whispered silently from his mouth.

   "The gill monsters you raised are in trouble, you'd better let them lie low for a while."

   "It's not that I'm complaining...You guys really should find some more decent allies."

  The next morning.

  The light of the morning sun shone on the north shore of the Baiyue Strait, adding a golden layer to the quiet beach.

  Standing on the bow of the patrol boat, Mu Da stared intently at the direction of Chip Harbor, frowning slightly.

   Same as his reaction, the sailor standing beside said something in a low voice.

   "It smells so strong..."

   After a pause, he added another sentence.

   "It doesn't look like it was left by a wild beast."

  Muda nodded, looked towards the cabin behind him and shouted.

   "Turn on active sonar."

"yes!"

  The sailor who started the boat nodded in response, reached out and pressed on the dashboard of the console, and pushed a certain red button.

   Not long after. he exclaimed with surprise on his face.

   "Six to seven kilometers to the west, there are two sunken ships... Judging from the echo pattern, it seems to be a civilian cargo ship."

   Shipwreck? !

  Mu Da had a bad premonition in his heart.

  The sailor standing beside him looked at him nervously.

   "Sir, do you want to go and have a look?"

  Mu Da pondered for a moment and said.

   "Go check out our neighbors first!"

   Anyway, there are more than 500 residents of Coral City living in Chip Harbor.

  Although those guys claimed to have joined the alliance, the friendship of their compatriots still made him unable to let them go.

   And, of course, the other survivors of Chip Harbor.

  Because he occasionally goes to the island to drink, he is fairly familiar with the people there. Although there were a lot of misunderstandings between them at the beginning, after getting along for a while, he found that those guys are actually pretty good people,

  It is completely different from those selfish and cunning wastelanders on land. When they think about problems, they rarely only think about themselves, and often consider other people's difficulties.

  Including the water pipe being built, the survivors of the ring island have a good evaluation of those guys, at least not annoying.

  Hope they're all ok...

  The speedboat quickly approached the pier.

   Seeing the unexpectedly deserted camp, Mu Da's heart sank slightly, and when the speedboat stopped, he quickly jumped onto the pier and walked towards the camp with two subordinates.

   Just at this time, a shelter resident came out with a plastic bucket and a fishing rod, and happened to meet him face to face.

  The two were taken aback when they saw each other.

   On the contrary, the refuge resident reacted a little faster, came back to his senses, patted his head, and said with a smile in the language of stumbling people.

   "Oh, you are the captain of the Southern Islands Federation Maritime Patrol, right? Muda?"

  Looking at this strange guy, Mu Da asked in a daze.

"you know me?"

  The fisherman with the fishing rod said with a smile.

   "I know it, although it's the first time I've come back, I've heard of it on the forum before."

  Mu Da: "...?"

  Seeing that the NPC looked not very smart, the player scratched his head and said.

   "Do you have anything to do? Looking for someone?"

   "It's nothing... just want to ask the people here?" While speaking, Mu Da glanced around, and then looked at the man holding the fishing rod in puzzlement. "Why is it so deserted today?"

  The player said with a smile upon hearing this.

   "Oh, it's normal for this matter to be deserted. There were not many people in this settlement, and more than 500 people left early this morning. Many people followed our elder brother Fang to do things."

   "Do something?" Mu Da was stunned again, unable to understand the meaning of this sentence.

  Seeing that he didn't understand, the player patiently explained the ins and outs of the matter in unskilled human language.

"Just last night, a group of idiots from Borneo Province came here. I don't know what was going on in their minds. They dared to open fire on us, and then we even cleaned up the fish raised by the Torch Church with them. As a result, after they were cleaned up, they were arrested and questioned, and they turned out to be from the Xilan Empire."

  It was the Xilan Empire, the fish raised by the Torch Church, and some words that he had never heard before.

   "Anyway, it's good that you're fine... By the way, how long will it take for your Fang Chang to come back?"

  The player said with a smile.

   "It will take about a week, what's the matter? I can tell him for you."

   Mu Da coughed and said.

   "No need, I'm just curious... By the way, you just said that the fish raised by the torch? What does that mean?"

  The player continued with a smile.

"It's those mutants! The blue-skinned ones have fish scales on their bodies and gills on their chins. They also use a variety of weapons, including long guns, short cannons and even torpedoes. I heard that they are from the coast of death in Haiya Province. Float over."

   Dead Coast? !

  Mu Da stared at him blankly, his face full of surprise.

  Of course he had heard that there was a group of blue-skinned mutants living near the coast of death who made a living by fishing. What surprised him was that mutants would appear here? !

  From here to the coast of death, even if the straight line distance is less than a thousand kilometers.

  Can those mutants swim this far? !

   Especially when he heard that the group of mutants would launch torpedoes, his expression suddenly changed.

   "Can you take me to the scene?"

  The player scratched the back of his head with a reluctant expression.

"That place is not far away. You can see it by driving five or six kilometers west along the coastline. Our people should still be cleaning the battlefield there now... I still have to fish here. Wait a little while and the gang of pits will force them up. The fish are all fed, how about I find someone to take you there?"

  Hearing that the battlefield was five or six kilometers to the west, Mu Da immediately thought of the two sunken ships he had just discovered with sonar, and couldn't help feeling a little excited.

  If those two ships were sunk by mutants, there might be some clues up there!

  Looking at the refuge resident who was eager to end the conversation, he didn't delay this person's time any longer, and sincerely thanked him.

   "Thanks! I can go there by myself!"

   After finishing speaking, he returned to the speedboat with his men and restarted the engine.

   Driving westward for five kilometers, he saw a group of people wearing exoskeletons on the beach not far away, dragging the bodies washed ashore by the waves to the dug pits for burial.

   Also saw Mu Da standing on the speedboat, and Voldemort standing on the shore immediately recognized the man who had drank with him before, and greeted him with a smile.

   "Yo, back?"

  Mu Da yelled and replied: "Just came back, I heard that two ships sank here last night? If it's convenient, I want to go down and have a look."

  Model Voldemort waved his hand cheerfully. .

   "No problem, Brother Fang told us before leaving that if you are interested in those two sunken ships, he will take you to have a look. By the way, do you need me to send someone to help you find the location of those two ships?"

  Muda: "No, we have located its coordinates, thank you!"

  Model Voldemort smiled and said, "You're welcome! By the way, just in case, I'll arrange two 'Electric Rays' to follow you."

   After speaking, he contacted the engineering team through VM, and dispatched two electric rays that had just been charged from the French Fries Harbor to help.

  The ability of that thing is not just underwater welding, it can also drive away alien species through active discharge. This is a new usage they have developed in practice.

  Considering the limited power of the psychic interference device on the speedboat, Mu Da did not refuse.

   After the two electric rays arrived, he ordered to start the engine, and followed them to the sea area where the sunken ship was.

  The condition of both cargo ships is extremely miserable.

   A large hole was opened in the hull, and after the sea water was poured in, it sank to the bottom of the sea, embedded one after the other on the rocky seabed.

  One after another mutilated and swollen corpses floated around, some were hung by the hull of the ship, some were entangled in seaweed, allowing the fish to bite, it was like hell.

  Wearing the scene in front of him, Mu Da, who jumped into the water wearing a diving suit, felt his scalp go numb and his stomach churn.

  Two unmanned electric boats with electric arcs on their heads slowly swam to the front of one of the cargo ships, and a crackling current drove away the scavengers around them, opening up a path for him to move forward.

  Follow one of the rays forward.

  Finding a circle around the bow with a flashlight, Mu Da quickly found the inwardly sunken breach on the side of the bow.

   At this very moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were involuntarily imprinted with a trace of disbelief and astonishment.

  The wound surface formed by the explosion is exactly the same as the scar on the hull of the "Golden Coast" research ship that was published in the newspaper before!

  Although determining whether the damage was caused by the same type of weapon still needs professional identification, he was still shocked by the discovery in front of him and couldn't help opening his mouth.

   He took a picture of the wound left by the explosion, and he searched around with a flashlight, and sure enough, he found the wreckage left by the torpedo near a reef.

   It was a piece that was only a slap in the face.

  The shoddy stainless steel shell is exactly the same as the one they found near the Gold Coast research ship.

  First, the signal of the psychic interference device was detected near the ocean current power station, and then there was no weapon found on the Dolphin, which was "carrying the blood debt of twelve cargo ships".

But now, those aquatic mutants who "will never leave the coast of death" in the mouth of experts with the title of consultant, not only appeared in the sea area 1,000 kilometers away, but even brought along with them the weapons that sank the Gold Coast research ship. …

  Is there a truth in the mouths of these guys?

   His pupils were burning with anger, he clenched his fists involuntarily, and couldn't help but squeeze out a curse from between his teeth.

"Oh shit…"

While the Southern Islands Federation Maritime Patrol was busy collecting evidence for the two sunken ships, a nuclear fusion powered submarine was heading towards Jin Jialun at a speed of nearly 50 knots in the Borneo Sea hundreds of kilometers away. The direction of the port is advancing rapidly.

  2000 km distance requires a week at sea on a diesel-powered cargo ship and a crew of unskilled sailors.

   But for the Dolphin, it doesn't even take a day. Twenty-two hours is enough if the sea conditions are good.

  In addition to the commander named Di Rang and more than a hundred soldiers of the Xilan Empire who were beaten black and swollen, there are more than 500 players belonging to the Burning Corps also following the submarine.

  More than half of them arrived at Potato Fries Harbor on the Cowhorse airship this morning, and just got off the airship, and boarded the submarine together with the ammunition transported from Dawn City.

  They are all the elites of the alliance, and the lowest sequence level is 25. Not only are they equipped with Type 5 "Light Cavalry" and Type 6 "Heavy Cavalry" exoskeletons, but they also have 20 brand new DLZJ-1 "Xiaguang"!

  In addition to the basic infantry equipment, support equipment such as 88mm mortars, Y-2 quadrotor attack drones, and "pigeon" missiles are also readily available.

  In order to make room for ammunition and trophies, Captain Fang specially asked Captain Chen Jianhong to empty the cargo hold overnight, and transferred all the containers to the newly built warehouse in Chips Port for those players who are interested in picking up garbage to sort out.

  Looking at the exoskeletons and power armor exuding awe-inspiring aura in the cargo hold of the submarine, Captain Chen Jianhong always felt that something was wrong, so he couldn't help but look at Fang Chang and said.

   "I should have said that the Dolphin is a cargo submarine. We are not a warship, and we will not and should not be involved in any active offensive military missions."

   Fang Chang said with a smile.

   "I know, but any citizen of the alliance has the obligation to uphold the constitution of the alliance, not to mention that this is not an active attack, it is an undeclared war by the other side, and we are forced to fight back."

   Rolling his eyes at Hu Lai's statement, Chen Jianhong couldn't help but complain.

   "I've never heard of any kind of counterattack that can reach a distance of 2,000 kilometers!"

"Didn't you hear it now?" Said in a joking tone, Fang Chang patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him patiently, "Don't worry, you will not participate in any battles, just wait for us in a safe place Get things done, and then pick us up and leave."

  Looking at Captain Chen who was still worried, Captain Fang continued.

  "If you really can't accept it, just treat it as humanitarian relief."

   Captain Chen froze for a moment.

   “…humanitarian relief?”

"That's right," Fang Chang said with a serious face, "According to the clues provided by other shelter residents, we suspect that there is human trade and organ trafficking in Jin Gallon Port. Normally, we can't control that far, but since they took the initiative To provoke us, we intend to **** some people back while abolishing their port."

  Captain Chen: "..."

   Is this guy talking about it?

  The last sentence was talking about humanitarian aid, but the next sentence exposed the true inner thoughts.

   But he did not object.

   He has heard about what happened in Borneo Province. After all, there are many survivors who escaped from Chip Harbor.

   It would be a good deed if more people could be brought out of that hell.

  The catastrophe two centuries ago turned the entire planet into wasteland. Not only did civilization decline systematically, but it also became distorted during the decline.

  In his opinion, the only normal place on this planet is their survivor forces led by the residents of the shelter.

  Almost all the shelter residents have more or less feelings of salvation in their hearts, and Chen Jianhong, who is a shelter resident, is naturally no exception.

   In fact, there is no need for rhetoric such as "passive counterattack" at all.

   Save the suffering survivors.

   This alone is enough for him!

  On the other side, the commander Di Rang, who was blindfolded and thrown into the cabin with his hands behind his back, finally gave up the futile struggle after several attempts to break free.

  It was a rope made of devil silk, and unless his arm could become the mouth of a devil moth, he couldn't even cut a hole in it.

  Listening to the sound of the tide coming from below the deck, even if he was stupid, he knew what the blue gophers wanted to do. He probably planned to do what they had done to them—landing in King Gallon Port on a civilian cargo ship.

   These shameless guys!

   Insidious villain!

   Have the ability to compete in an upright manner!

  Dirang cursed in his heart, but he didn't pay attention to scolding himself. He didn't stop the roar that resounded in his heart until he was tired. He put his face on the cold deck and gasped, his tired eyelids began to fight.

   I don't know how much time has passed.

  During the period, he seemed to have slept for a while, and he didn't wake up from the trance until he was hungry.

  At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the sound of the tide echoing in his ears seemed to be different from when he came by boat. It sounded more dull, like the whispers of ghosts.

  Suddenly, there was a faint uneasiness in his heart.

  Especially when he thought of being blindfolded and staying in this claustrophobic cabin for a whole week, the slight uneasiness gradually turned into fear.

"Hey!"

  He couldn't help shouting, trying to stretch his chin forward on the deck, trying to attract the attention of the guards here.

   "At least take off my blindfold!"

   No one responded.

   Just when he was feeling uneasy, there were sudden footsteps and a slight click of the keyhole in front of him.

  Because his eyes were blindfolded for too long, his hearing was extremely sensitive, and he quickly caught the imperceptible movement.

   Guessing that it was someone who came to deliver food to him, he seized the opportunity and immediately yelled loudly.

   "Can you take off my blindfold? Are you still afraid of a prisoner whose hands and feet are bound?!"

  However, to his surprise, the man didn't seem to come to deliver food to him, at least he didn't smell the aroma of food in the wind blowing from the door.

   "Stop arguing, when you get home, get up and get out."

Got home?

  Di Rang was taken aback for a moment, and then an expression of fear suddenly appeared on that distorted face.

  He did seem to have fallen asleep in a daze just now, but he couldn't have slept for a week. Now I'm afraid that the Baltic Sea hasn't even come out, so how could it be here? !

  A terrible thought came to his mind.

  Could it be...

   These guys are going to throw themselves into the sea to feed the fish? !

   "No! I'm not going down!"

  Looking at the guy who was yelling like crazy, the player who came down to lead him also looked helpless, why did he end up doing this most boring job by himself.

   Too lazy to talk nonsense with the prisoner, he went up and lifted the guy by his collar, picked him up like a chicken, pushed and threw him out of the cell.

   "Be honest!"

  (end of this chapter)

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