Chapter 498 Death of Griffin

  One hundred meters below the Horn Fortress, there is an underground nuclear bunker reinforced by concrete.

Since it was envisaged that the war with the Great Rift Valley would affect the vassals of Luoxia Province, when General Klass ordered the construction of this nuclear bunker, he asked the engineers of the Legion to conduct it according to the standard of "nuclear weapons capable of resisting megaton equivalents". construction.

   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.

  His left arm was wrapped with a bandage, and the collar of the military uniform leaked a little bit of bandaging.

  Although he was lucky enough to escape from the assassination plotted 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 from the heart. This was the closest he was to death.

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

  Although in the eyes of the outside world he was terrified by the assassination, how could he be frightened by a few assassins after so many years in his military life?

  The opponent took the initiative to make a move, but he felt a little excitement instead.

  He had sensed that there was an undercover in his army before, but he had been struggling to find out who the real undercover was. If you can solve this trouble with one injury, you will undoubtedly make a lot of money.

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

   "Come in."

  The door opened.

   It was his personal guard who appeared at the door.

  Looking at the loyal soldier, Griffin said.

"found it?"

   "Yes my lord."

  The personal guard nodded, but there was no joy on his face, instead there was a trace of heaviness between his brows.

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

"who is it?"

   "The commander of the 3,000th squadron of the 70,000th squadron and the centurion of the 60,000th squadron's officer squadron participated in the assassination that day... They paid off to be in charge of the meeting of the day."

  Griffin was silent for a long time this time.

  The commander of the 70,000th Regiment and the 3,000th Regiment was an officer he personally promoted. He couldn't believe that that loyal young man would betray His Majesty the Marshal and become a spy of the enterprise or the alliance.

   And what worries him the most is not the betrayal of those people...

   But this assassination actually involved two teams of 10,000 people.

   This is already equivalent to 40% of his troops!

   After a while, Griffin spoke slowly.

   "Is the message accurate?"

  The guard nodded.

   "Accurate... We have solid evidence, but we haven't warned the enemy yet."

"very good."

   Griffin nodded.

  However, just as he was about to make a decision, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and the words were lost in the middle of the sentence.

  The guard asked cautiously with a hesitant expression.

   "Do you need to arrest the three?"

  Griffin was silent for a moment, then said softly.

   "Wait first, don't startle the snake for now."

"yes."

  The personal guard nodded slightly, and exited the door respectfully.

  The door closes.

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

  His eyes fell on the incandescent lamp above his head inadvertently, and suddenly 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 one room in a lifetime.

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

  Different from a well-born officer like McLenne, he was not born into a famous family, but was born in an ordinary citizen family on the outskirts of Triumph City.

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

  Talent, hard work, and a little bit of luck...

  Since he joined the army, his official career has been smooth and smooth. At the age of only 29, he sat from a ten-officer to a ten-thousand commander.

   Later, he met the noble man in his life—General Klass, and received an olive branch from the Eastern Expansion Faction, and went to the far east to open up the future of the legion.

  He still remembers what General Klass said to him ten years ago—

There is no doubt about the greatness of the Marshal, but it is a pity that the city of Triumph has decayed. Those who rely on the shelter of their ancestors are intoxicated by the vast territory and luxurious life and do not want to make progress. They have completely forgotten the hatred and conquest of a century and a half ago World ambitions, forgetting unity. If they are allowed to decay, this empire, which is maintained by war, will one day fall apart. '

  “In order to prevent that day from coming, we must have an opponent who can make us serious, and we must let our territory continue to extend to the end of the world, and extend forever.’

  Griffin still remembers how passionate he was at that time, wishing he could step on the front line immediately and fire the first shot to expand the territory.

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

  The men of insight of the Eastern Expansion Faction died one after another during the expedition. Their sacrifices did not gain the sympathy of Triumph City and strengthen the Eastern Expansion Faction. Instead, they weakened the Eastern Expansion Faction because of the decline of talents.

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

  If he was young, he would feel angry and humiliated by the betrayal of his comrades.

   But now, he no longer gets angry, and 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 Klass has already paid the price of his life for this. Instead of getting alms from bystanders, this has made their political power even more marginal.

  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 to advance and retreat together, can it be possible to unite those mediocre people with different ideas.

  For this reason, he changed the strategy of General Klass, and no longer directly sought the invasion of 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 of the Great Desert as his opponents, carefully planning one victory after another, so that those young talents who were eager to make achievements saw the hope of achieving meritorious deeds. Come and support your cause.

If everything goes well.

  The ancient grain-producing area will be brought under the control of the legion.

  Even if the progress is not going well, those other factions involved in the interest will have to increase their betting chips on him.

  For example, the nuclear bomb, and the previous Saber fighter jet, were obtained from the faction they belonged to through the officers who belonged to other factions under his command—especially the officers of the famous family.

  As for the legacy left by General Klass, he had long ago wiped it out during the expedition.

   And if things go extremely badly...

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

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

  Seeing the flashing signal light, General Griffin looked serious, and immediately reached out to pick up the phone on the radio.

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

   "I'm Joseph."

  Hearing this name, Griffin was relieved. He knew that this person was under the command of the head of the Eastern Legion, and his taking 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 instantly made his face lose all color.

   "The Marshal has seen 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 instead of answering the question, asked in reverse.

   "Are you loyal?"

   Having vaguely guessed something, Griffin replied with a trembling voice.

   "My loyalty to the Marshal is beyond doubt."

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

  Griffin's Adam's apple moved.

"…Did i do something wrong?"

   Joseph said calmly.

   "Warning 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."

  The phrase "you" can be regarded as completely drawing 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 directly.

   Griffin closed his eyes.

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

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

  His name is Karlov, he is the captain of Griffin's personal guard, and he is also the most trusted subordinate—he is more trusted than that adjutant.

   Standing at attention in front of Griffin and giving a military salute, Karlov said cleanly.

   "My lord, are you looking for me?"

  Griffin said slowly.

   "I'm dying in a quarter of an hour."

  Karlov froze on the spot.

   After recovering, he looked at General Griffin in surprise and said in disbelief.

   "What are you talking about?"

   "Don't 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 one is to announce that my cause of death was a stroke. The second thing...you have to watch over my dead body. No one is allowed to approach it, no autopsy is allowed, let alone know about it. The cause of my death, until my body is handed over to Joseph, and he will bring me back to Triumph City."

   Paused, he continued.

   "Also, my suicide note is in my suitcase, please pass it on to my family for me."

  Karlov's face was full of surprise, anger, and disbelief. He couldn't believe that His Majesty the Great Marshal would actually issue such an order.

  The great legion will never sacrifice any Willante for the sake of compromise, let alone sacrifice an outstanding general.

   Absolutely impossible!

   There must be villains behind the scenes...

   He clenched his fists, with anger in his eyes, he stepped forward and said.

   "My lord, how about we-"

   Griffin interrupted him.

"Don't think so, I will be awarded the honor of a hero after I die, and receive a state funeral in Triumph City as a general... I don't want the hard work and honor of half my life 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.

  Karlov watched him speechlessly for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.

"I promise you."

  Looking at the young man in front of him nodding, Griffin finally had a gratified smile on his face, and put on a relaxed tone.

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

   "You'll be able to go home later."

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

   Suppressing the sadness and tears in his heart, Karlov gritted his teeth and turned his head away, turning his back on his respected general and walked out 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 as the governor.

  With direct support from Triumph City, they will get a more powerful vassal for up to ten years. At that time, it is not impossible to go east.

   And their sacrifices will also become the driving force for the Willant people to move on.

   There will always be someone who sympathizes with them.

   There will always be someone who continues what they left unfinished.

   "The world will eventually surrender at our feet."

  Griffin poured himself a glass of red wine, then reached out and opened the drawer, and took out a silver box the size of a cigarette case from inside.

  Contains a neurotoxin capsule inside.

   It allows him to die without pain and keeps 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.”

  He put down the cup, leaned back on the chair in a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.

  I can sleep longer this time...

  …

   Less than ten minutes after Griffin's death, the news quickly spread among the high-ranking military officers of Fort Horn, causing a turbulent storm.

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

  Griffin's Guard Captain Karlov cooperated with the interim 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 order.

  Of course Alec didn't want to anger Griffin's subordinates. He and a group of officers who knew they were doomed just wanted to go home.

He didn't manage Griffin's affairs. The first thing he did after taking over the command was to restore the communication with the Adjudicator, report the real situation in the fortress to the newly appointed governor, and communicate how to "be decent from Leaving from the Horn Fort".

  If you don't want this war to continue endlessly, the Union soldiers surrounding the fortress shouldn't do too much.

  The commander of the alliance had already shouted at them. As long as they put down their weapons, they could withdraw from the safe channel designated by the alliance to the nearby river embankment, where they could obtain food and fresh water.

  Werich paced back and forth in the tent.

  He also just learned the news of Griffin's death, but because the No. 5 defense area where he was located was some distance from the headquarters, he was not sure whether the news was true or not.

  At this time, footsteps came from the door.

   Looking at his confidant who appeared at the door, Verich asked immediately.

   "...Griffin is dead?"

  The confidant nodded solemnly.

"Yes."

   There was a hint of ecstasy on Wei Liqi's face, but he quickly held back, looked at his confidant and continued to ask.

   "How did he die?"

  The confidant hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Griffin's guard captain, Karlov, claimed to have had a stroke, but there were many doubts... They refused the military doctor to perform an autopsy on Griffin, and claimed to hand it over to the new commander-in-chief, General Joseph. I suspect that his death may be Something else is wrong."

   Paused, 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 a decent evacuation."

  Veric asked solemnly.

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

  The confidant said cautiously.

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

   "Us? How can..."

  Veric sneered, and just wanted to say how it was possible, after all, no matter how stupid his colleagues were, they wouldn’t act immediately after experiencing a failure.

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

  Could it be...

   Really that pangolin did it?

  Weirich was shocked, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. After all, the reason of stroke sounds really lame, and it sounds like nonsense.

   Griffin is so cunning he has experienced, this guy can't fool them all without two brushes.

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

  What is the origin of this pangolin? !

  Veric pondered for a long time, then spoke.

   "Find the pangolin for me."

  The confidant standing in the camp obviously thought of going with him, and nodded seriously.

"yes."

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

  If that pangolin really has such abilities, it is undoubtedly a target worth wooing.

  This person not only has the bravery to take the head of the Mother of Death Claw single-handedly on the battlefield, but also has the ability to take the head of a general under heavy protection...

  For a warrior whom even General McLennan is full of praise for, following Coleway as a commander is a bit of a waste of talent.

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

  Verich suddenly stopped him.

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

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

   "He never approached women in the army, he didn't like gold and silver treasures, and he didn't show much pursuit of power. Apart from special food... he didn't seem to have any other hobbies."

  No preferences...

   It's kind of tricky.

   But it’s actually normal. Most of the wastelanders live a primitive life, and they don’t have a concept of prosperity at all. Naturally, dinars are not attractive to them.

   At that time, I will give him a manor, and then take him to Triumph City to see the world. I think he will be interested in those vulgar things.

  By the way, I heard that he was very close to that female reporter.

  For a foreigner who wants to marry a Willant girl, it is impossible for her family to have no mine, let alone 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.

  Having an idea in mind, Verich looked at him and said.

   "So... you go to the kitchen, let the chef prepare a table of good wine and food and send it here, and then invite that pangolin over!"

  The confidant nodded in response.

"yes!"

  …

   At the same time, somewhere in Fort Horn.

  The battlefield atmosphere team didn't know that the target he was going to assassinate was dead, let alone that he had been put on the air before he did it.

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

  Looking at the crumpled note in his hand, the soldier squatting in the latrine complained cursingly.

   "Damn... If only I could save a file."

The note was sent by Wei Liqi before, and it stated Griffin's recent itinerary, but there is basically no difference between whether it is present or not, because Griffin has been hiding in the bunker since the last assassination in, and hardly come out of it.

  The only reliable chance is the day after tomorrow.

  The morning after tomorrow, Griffin will go to his defense zone to inspect, maybe he can take the opportunity to do something. However, it is foreseeable that there will inevitably be a large group of powerful awakened guarding that guy at that time. Even if he manages to find a chance to shoot, he will most likely die.

   He doesn't care if Griffin dies or not.

  But it is very uncomfortable to only choose one of the two plots.

  If possible, he hopes to watch all the plots that can be killed and those that can’t be killed, and take back “BE” by the way, and then choose the one with the highest profit… He does this in most RPG games.

However…

   That's a stand-alone game.

   "Wasteland OL" is an MMORPG, the player's influence on the world line is permanent, so it is obviously impossible to do so.

   After copying the contents of the note to a notebook in another world, the Zhandi guy threw it into the latrine and washed it away.

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

   After all, it is a fateful friendship.

  Kerway will never harm him.

  Of course, the most important thing is that Fujiteng's nonsense reminded him.

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

   It's just that he didn't have a chance to ask at the time, and he forgot later.

  …

  The gate of the barracks.

  The warlord looked at the guards on duty and said.

   "I'm looking for Chief Colway."

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

   "Chief Colway is not here, he is going over there."

   As he spoke, he pointed towards the west.

"Thanks."

  The field guy nodded, and walked in the direction the guard pointed, and he saw Kerway next to a tent piled up with sundries.

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

   Hearing the sound of footsteps next to him, he recovered his senses and looked over.

"You came?"

  The ground guy nodded, walked to sit next to him.

   "General Verich sent me a letter."

  Flicking the ashes off the cigarette butt, Coleway said a little irritably.

   "He urged you to do it?"

  The field guy nodded.

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

   After listening to his words in silence, Kerway spoke.

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

  The Battlefield guy rolled his eyes.

  Stop bragging.

   You are a direct descendant of McLenne, otherwise Wei Rich would not have found 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 in you," the Warfield guy shook his head, looked at him seriously and said, "You will always be my commander."

  Hearing this sentence, a gratified smile appeared on Kerway's expressionless face.

   I didn't expect that I also have a confidant...

  However, that gratifying smile soon took on a trace of loneliness.

  Looking at the sunset in the distance, he said with a sigh.

   "I'm glad to hear that from you, if only everyone were like you."

   "Like me?" The Battlefield guy froze for a moment, not understanding why he would say that.

  "That's right, loyal, brave, frank...the kind without a trace of falsehood."

  Kerway lit his cigarette butt, and said so casually.

  However, the speaker had no intention, but the listener had the intention. The old soldier sitting next to him blushed involuntarily, and looked away in embarrassment.

   OK like me...

  All Willanters are like Lao Tzu, and the legion is not over yet.

   Coughed, and the warrior diverted the topic away from himself

   "What about you?"

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

  The field guy gave him a surprised look.

   Unexpectedly, this guy who always talks about loyalty on weekdays would be so hesitant.

  Kerway paused, then continued.

   "How should I put it... The loyalty I understand is the loyalty of one heart, the unity from the bottom up, but what I see is not the case."

  When he said this sentence, his heart was extremely complicated.

When he was only a centurion before, he never thought about it so much... It was not until after McLenne's death that he was promoted by Griffin to be a commander and assigned to Verich's 10,000-strong team. to the inside story.

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

   Like now.

  General Griffin wants everyone to die with him.

In order to fulfill his long-cherished wish to conquer the Great Rift, to unite all cowards and rival factions, to expand the Legion's territory to the east of the Great Desert, he does not mind dying... This is his dedication to the Legion, to the Marshal loyalty.

  However, Verich and the other lower-level captains didn’t want to die with that lunatic. They hoped that Griffin would die, so as to end this stupid war... They believed that this was their loyalty to His Majesty the Marshal.

  Everyone is doing things in the name of loyalty that he cannot understand, 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 these things, could be called loyal, and which side he stood on was the right one...

  Looking at Kerway who was in a daze, Zhandi didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only follow his taciturn persona and asked in a low voice.

"what should I do?"

   "I don't know, my dear friend."

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

   Clapping his hands and getting up, he looked at his comrade who had been through life and death together, forced a forced smile on his face, and patted him on the 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 will not blame you."

   "To be honest, I don't trust everyone here, but I trust you."

   "You must be the most loyal."

  The Battlefield guy nodded, watching Kerway's back disappear into a corner not far away.

Unfortunately.

  This "good brother" is destined to be disappointed.

  I'm not the "most loyal" at all, but if there is a little bit of Willant blood in his veins, he will do enough to send him to **** after death.

   Not surprisingly, he is probably the only spy here.

   After all, with such a short time, the alliance has no time to deploy other intelligence personnel in the legion and build an intelligence network.

   Those who were arrested before were probably wronged...

   "It's difficult."

   Shaking his head, the warfield guy stood up with a headache.

  According to the itinerary provided by General Werich, the day after tomorrow is the best opportunity. In any case, he must make a decision as soon as possible. Only in this way can he gain the support of Werich.

  For example, preparing weapons for him in advance, or creating a commotion at a specific time...

  Griffin’s guards have many powerful awakeners, among them there are two or even three-stage powerhouses, and there are even existences similar to perception system players.

   Coupled with the fact that Griffin had already been alerted by the failed assassination some time ago, and that 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 revealed, the mission of the pangolin is over.”

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

  Thinking of the female reporter named Penny, the nurse who told dirty jokes while bandaging his wound, and the cook who thought he was too edible, the war zone guy scratched the back of his head.

never mind.

   No matter how you say it, I am an undercover agent.

  Now that the task is completed, let’s meet again by fate.

   Just then, two people came not far away.

  The field guy recognized them, they were General Verich's subordinates.

  One of his confidantes walked up to him and said in a low voice with flickering eyes.

   "... General Weirich invites you to go."

   Is the specific detail of the action discussed?

  Decided to play his own character who doesn't talk too much until the end, the Zhandi guy looked calm and nodded lightly.

"Um."

   Perhaps he was stunned by his "dominant aura".

  The battlefield atmosphere team obviously felt that the eyes of those two guys looked at him differently, as if they were looking up at a real expert.

   Is it an illusion?

   While he was thinking about it, he followed the three of them to the door of Verich's camp.

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

  Glancing at the two people with respectful expressions, the Zhandi guy didn't think too much, and strode towards the tent alone.

  There is a table in the tent.

  It is filled with sumptuous food and fine wine, including his favorite roasted trotters, beef stew, roasted fish and roasted chicken... as well as his favorite chicken soup.

  A month ago, no one cared about such a big meal, but now that there is a shortage of supplies in the fortress, it is still difficult to arrange such a table.

  The field guy couldn't help swallowing.

   Good guy.

  Is this a farewell party for myself?

   It seems that when he sent himself the itinerary, that guy had already tacitly agreed on the day he would do it.

  Weiliqi, who was wearing a military uniform, sat directly opposite the dining table.

  The expression on his face was hard to see through, whether it was gratitude, admiration, fear, or a little bit of both.

  Since it was a farewell party for himself, the Zhandi guy was not polite, and sat directly opposite the dining table.

   Just when he was about to get straight to the point and clarify his decision, Mrs. Verichwan raised the glass full of red wine first, and said solemnly, without waiting for him to speak.

   "On behalf of the hundreds of officers at Fort Horn and the 50,000+ soldiers here... thank you for all you have done for us all!"

  Hearing this inexplicable thank you, the Zhandi guy was immediately overwhelmed.

  Grandpa hasn’t done anything yet.

   Is it too early to thank now?

   Sitting there motionless for a full two seconds, he frowned and asked.

   "What did I do?"

  This sentence didn't have any deep meaning.

  But combined with his calm and calm expression, this ordinary question was heard by Wei Liqi, but it carried a hint of knowingly asking.

   Wei Liqi immediately "understood" what he meant, smiled knowingly, and gave Comrade Pangolin sitting opposite him a look of "I understand".

   "Understood! You didn't do anything! This is a day worth celebrating, let's forget about that unlucky lunatic!"

   Battlefield guy: "...?"

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

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

"Don't worry, you don't have to worry about making others suspicious. The acting commander, General Alec, is one of us... Griffin is dead. Even if there are his direct descendants here, those guys can only behave with their tails between their legs. .”

   "It's over! Thanks to you, this stupid war is finally over! When I get back to Triumph City, I'll bring you some good food!"

   Griffin is dead?

  Hearing the news, Zhandi was stunned.

  Combined with Verich's sudden enthusiasm, he immediately realized that this guy probably regarded the murderer as himself.

   No wonder…

  Griffin was sitting in the bunker well. It wasn't someone who was assassinating him, so he couldn't have smashed his head against the wall to death, right?

   But this thing is too strange.

   Silently, he grabbed a piece of chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. Under Wan Fuchang's smiling eyes, the Zhandi guy unceremoniously began to eat it.

  No matter what, he won't have trouble with food, and he just happened to be hungry too.

  If the Chief Wan wants to misunderstand, let him misunderstand. Anyway, if he doesn't express his position, that guy can't talk about it everywhere, let alone investigate the cause of Griffin's death boringly.

   As for silence?

   That's even more impossible.

   Don't say that there is no evidence to prove that you did it yourself, even if there is evidence, so what?

  Griffin’s direct lineage has been suppressed, the new governor is from Triumph City, and the Eastern Expansion faction is finished. All those who support the ceasefire will regard him as "one of our own".

  The ground guy suddenly felt a little melancholy.

   Didn't expect Griffin to die like this.

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

  He has not saved for half a year...

  (end of this chapter)