"What's your ranking?" the bartender with the keyword "decisive" asked, throwing a bottle of rum to the gunner.
"169." The gunner looked at his personal panel, looking a little frustrated, "What about you?"
"A little higher than you, 152." The bartender smiled bitterly, "This stupid Paul disrupted everyone's rhythm. I have never seen him before. In less than a month, there are only candidates left in the examination room. With less than 200 people down, he was just crazy.”
"I don't know what his keyword is?" The gunner asked lazily, lying on his back on the deck.
"Shit stirrer!" the bartender said with a wry smile, "I can't imagine a more suitable keyword than shit stirrer."
"If he is a troublemaker, who are we?" The gunner rolled his eyes at him and sighed, "Actually, when I randomly came across this keyword, I knew that this simulation field was hopeless, so I wanted to show off well. , to see if I can let the instructor see my understanding of key words and give me a chance to be a soldier reserve. Now, the limelight has been stolen by that guy. "
"This is originally a game about luck." The bartender shook his head, "I hope that damn bastard will have such good luck after going to the alien battlefield! But I just don't accept it. We should have more It takes a long time to develop..."
"I'm not convinced either." The gunner said, "I would rather fight to eliminate myself, and I also want to kick out such a troublemaker. His behavior is too disgusting. I didn't expect that Admiral Micaro and Mahama Du is also a candidate, and the candidates from Duoshe are also very lucky, starting at a higher level than others. "
"At least they're not annoying." The bartender took a swig of wine. "Before Paul showed up, they were following the rules of the game."
"Admiral Mikaro and Mahamadou are so famous that they can influence the course of the world by just doing a few things that fit the keywords. It is impossible for them to be ranked outside the top ten. I don't understand why they want to What are you fighting for?" The gunner frowned, "Is it possible to trick us into killing them?"
"It's not very likely." The bartender shook his head, "After all, for every additional candidate around, the risk factor will increase by one point. Once someone assassinates them and takes away their ranking, they will lose everything. The top ten candidates would not do such stupid things.”
"You mean, their ranking is probably not in the top ten?" the gunner asked.
"It's possible." The bartender said, "Smart candidates will control their rankings and control their rankings between 10 and 30 to ensure their own strength and hide themselves. Near the end, they will raid the top ten. Finally got a good ranking.”
"I can't imagine how a world-famous person can suppress his own ranking. Every move they make will affect changes in the world." Gunner said.
"Whatever, this is our only hope of winning." The bartender shook his head and threw the empty bottle into the sea. "Maybe they just want to compete with Paul for the simulation field. That’s it. Anyway, our ranking is so low that we can’t increase our attributes much by killing, so we might as well try our luck. I would rather die in Mikaluo’s hands than be eliminated in obscurity.”
"That's right." The gunner stretched and said, "Admiral Micaro has made such a big fuss. He will definitely enter the top ten and form a good relationship. If he becomes a warrior reserve, we will help him. He might still have a chance to take advantage of us. I'll give him the top ten spots if I show my spirit... "
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Watcher.
Admiral Micaro stood on the deck, and the navy was busy transporting supplies to the ship.
Vito stood beside him cautiously.
Admiral Micaro stood with his hands behind his back: "Antonio was the one you sent to fight Mahamadou?"
"Yeah." Vito said.
"Paul sent you to me to disrupt my plan, right?" Admiral Micaro turned the gravity ring in his hand and asked, "So, he knows your keywords and skills!"
"Yeah." Vito nodded again.
"Why are you so stupid to listen to him? If you stay with him, you can play a greater role. If you use your keywords well, you may even have a chance to assassinate him." Admiral Mikaro said.
"My keywords don't work on him." Vito said, "So leaving him is the best choice."
"It doesn't work?" Admiral Mikaro frowned and suddenly asked, "You have been with him for the longest time. Can you tell what his keywords are? Is it confusion?"
"It doesn't look like it." Vito shook his head, "His behaviors were many and complicated. For a while, I even thought he was a lucky native who just learned the key word information from a certain candidate. "What's your rank?" Admiral Mikaro asked.
"After Antonio was transferred, my ranking was 33." Vito said with a low eyebrow, "General, I didn't expect that you were also a candidate."
Micaro looked back at him and said: "Vito, you can stay and be my deputy. You can mobilize the warships under my command at will, but I hope you can contribute to the battle against Paul."
"General, my advanced skills have no effect on Paul." Vito was stunned for a moment and said.
"It's not for Paul, but for Zhan Sini next to him. I need you to lure Zhan Sini away from Paul. As long as Paul doesn't let Paul hand over the Poseidon Scepter to Zhan Sini, this simulation field will not end, and then the remaining people will There is still a chance to show off," Admiral Mikaro said calmly.
"A chance to perform?" Vito was stunned.
"Vito, I know your skills can influence my thoughts and even decisions, but I will still keep you and trust you. Do you know why?" Admiral Micaro turned back and looked at Vito. .
"Why?"
"Because my true identity is an instructor." Admiral Mikaro said, "Soldiers who came down from the alien battlefield, we entered the simulation field to increase the difficulty for you and let you experience the cruelty of the alien battlefield, but Now, Paul has disrupted this plan. Many candidates in the simulation field don’t even have a chance to perform. So, I must eliminate this hidden danger and give everyone a fair chance to compete. Can you understand what I mean?”
"Instructor?" Vito's eyes widened.
"Yes. Once the simulation field is opened, we need to pay a huge price. It ends hastily and does not meet our expectations." Admiral Micaro said, "I can promise you to complete the mission I gave you, even if you don't Get into the top ten and I'll still give you a chance to be a warrior reserve."
Gudong!
Vito swallowed softly: "Really?"
"Of course, I have privileges." Admiral Mikaro smiled, "Otherwise, why would I be able to seize General Mikaro? Do you think this is a coincidence?"
"General Mikaro, your wisdom is unparalleled..." Vito looked at Mikaro and flattered him skillfully, intending to find out the truth. But as he was about to speak, a huge pressure suddenly came over him. On his shoulder, he closed his mouth in time and looked at Mikaro in embarrassment.
"Vito, I allow you to use false pretense, but I don't want to see you using flattery on me anymore." Admiral Micaro looked at Vito and smiled, "Before we decide the outcome with Paul, I must Keep a clear mind."
"..." Vito smiled coquettishly, "Okay!"
"Go! Find the generals under me, give them some jobs, and try to improve your attributes! Remember, keep it a secret and don't let more people know about my promise to you." Mikaro turned his hand He took off the ring, released the pressure on Vito, waved his hand, and drove him away.
Wait until Vito leaves his range of perception.
He commanded the adjutant beside him and found another candidate: "Jimmy, I remember that your key word is freedom, right?"
The candidate named Jimmy nodded, his enthusiasm waning.
Admiral Mikaro looked at him and asked, "Do you know why I didn't kill you?"
"Although you didn't kill me, you imprisoned me and my attributes have been weakened to the lowest level." Jimmy snorted impatiently, "You might as well kill me!"
"Jimmy, you also know what happened outside. In fact, my identity is an instructor, the kind who came down from the alien battlefield..." Micaro looked at Jimmy with a calm expression and added what he just said to Vito. He said again, "... I must restore the simulation field to normal and give all candidates a fair chance to compete. I promise you to become a warrior reserve. Are you willing to use your skills to help me?"
(End of chapter)