Reborn as the Darling of the Delta

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"Hey! Don't play dead with me. You'd better remember everything I'm about to say, understand?"

The guard kicked the Hafk soldier lying on the ground and threatened him.

But the Hafk soldier remained lying on the ground, convulsing, and occasionally spitting out a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"Captain, this........."

Asara, one of the guards on one side, worriedly wanted to remind his captain not to kill the man, otherwise it would be much harder to catch him later.

"Sigh, you're still too inexperienced. This kind of rhythmic convulsions and regular foaming at the mouth is full of flaws to an experienced veteran like me. It's 100% an act. You won't believe me, just watch."

After saying that, he took out his G18 and pressed it against the soldier's forehead.

"Keep acting for me, or I'll shoot you right now."

Under the astonished gaze of the Asara soldier, the Hafk soldier, who had previously looked like he was about to die, suddenly became normal again.

"Big...Big brother, what are you doing? Don't worry, whatever you say goes, I promise to relay it back word for word."

Looking at the obsequious smile on the face of the Hafk soldier, the guard nodded in satisfaction, then turned to the bewildered Asara soldier and said:

"Look, see that, young man? The battlefield is a deep sea, it's hard for youngsters like you to handle, you know? Follow me, learn well!"

Yes! I understand!

The young Asara soldier looked like he had learned something, which delighted the guard.

Guard: Hehehe, I've always been the one being taught a lesson by my seniors and Lord Reiss. Today it's finally my turn to teach others a lesson. Oh my god, this is so satisfying!

The guard nodded, then turned to the Hafk soldier and said:

“Listen to me carefully, and remember this! Go back and tell your leader, Demulan, that she has two choices: either we return everyone to you, and you can deal with Mandelbone in a few months; or we fight, but none of these people will escape. As for public opinion pressure, sorry, we Asara don't have internet access, but you Hafk…”

The guard looked at the soldier and asked:

"Hey, did you even remember that? Repeat it to me."

The Hafk soldier relayed what the guard had said verbatim, which made the guard nod in satisfaction.

"Okay, good, you can get lost now. Oh, and remember to use my tone when you talk to Demulan! Got it?"

"understood!"

Upon hearing that he could leave, the soldier hurriedly took off running. As for what the Asara man behind him was saying, the Hafk soldier said to hell with it, as long as he was alive, he could deal with the rest for now.

"Alright, all done. Let's go, kid. You should go on patrol and training. Who knows, Hafk might attack us in a few days. Don't embarrass Longbow Valley. Even if you die, we'll replace you."

"Why can't we just not fight?"

"You idiot, aren't you going to fight? If you don't fight, just wait to be riddled with bullets by Hafk and his gang of bastards. You're just a lowly soldier, and you're already thinking about this? Your job is to carry out orders, you know? As long as we can survive on the battlefield, that's the greatest success for us soldiers."

The soldier Asara looked at his guard who had suddenly become saddened, somewhat puzzled. Little did he know that the soldier in front of him was one of the few who had survived the day he had gone with Reis to steal the explosives.

"Sigh...they're all gone now."

Chapter 142 Compromise?

"What! This is outrageous! Threatening me with those people's lives?"

At that moment, Demulan was raging in her office, and the soldier immediately reported the situation to her after returning home.

Upon learning of this, Demulan was immediately enraged. What a dark-skinned Reis! He thinks he can take advantage of the fact that Hafk needs to give an explanation to those countries, and he even dares to talk about delaying it for several months. Does he think she's stupid?

"Yes, Director, let me tell you, those people there are incredibly arrogant. They don't take our Hafk Group seriously at all!"

The soldier was also stirring things up from the sidelines. He was joking, even if he didn't die there, he had been beaten solidly. If he didn't avenge this, wouldn't he become a clown?

"You may leave now. I will make a decision on this matter."

However, Demulan chased the soldier away. The guy was too noisy and was affecting her judgment, which Demulan disliked.

After the soldier left, Demulan looked at Mary standing to the side, rubbed his temples, and asked:

“Mary, what are your thoughts on this? Tell me about it.”

“Ah…me? Ms. Demruyn, I think…I still believe the lives of these journalists are more important. This is not only about giving an explanation to the countries behind them, but also about representing the face of our Hafk Group.”

Mary thought about it for a moment, and then decided to speak her mind.

"Yes, very good, but you've brought in the aspect of the group's face and your own sense of humanitarianism."

Demulan looked at the young girl before him. How beautiful she was, in the bloom of youth, with a heart still pure and untainted, driven by a sense of justice…

“Well, Mary, let me tell you this now: if any of the company’s top executives were here right now, whoever they are, oh right! Throw that Rometheus out, that guy doesn’t know anything about this stuff.”

As Demulan spoke, he casually slapped Rometheus across the face.

Rometheus: ? ? ? ? ? ?

"Whoever they are, their answer will only be to get the Mandel bricks back, even if it means sacrificing those people's lives."

"But...but international opinion, the whole world will no longer trust us."

Mary asked, puzzled, "Isn't integrity the foundation of any transaction? If all the reporters they sent die here just to reclaim the Mandel bricks, who will dare to cooperate with Hafk in the future?"

But what Demulan said next sent chills down her spine.

"Distrust? Why wouldn't we trust them? We'll fight to the death, using swift and decisive action to eliminate the enemy. Even if it means sacrificing some people, wouldn't that demonstrate the power of the Hafk Group to the world? Would the leaders of these countries care about the sacrifice of a few journalists?"

When Demulan saw Mary, who was still stunned, he smiled gently. She was still too young. She hadn't seen the true face of capital yet. They wouldn't talk to you about humanitarianism.

“If we, Hafk, appropriately flex our muscles when they haven’t actually suffered any losses, they will only be more willing to cooperate with us and invest more resources in us.”

Seeing that Mary was no longer able to speak, Desmoulins kindly answered her last question.

"As for public opinion, who do you think controls it?"

Mary was completely speechless. She just stood there blankly. She was no naive girl. She had always been aware of the darkness involved, but when it came to a higher level of mutual benefit, she couldn't quite grasp it.

Demulan stood up, walked over to her, gently stroked her hair, and said:

"However, these reporters were lucky to run into you this time. Indeed, whether it's for the benefit of the group or for face, life is ultimately the most important thing."

Mary stared blankly at Demulan before her. At that moment, Demulan was undoubtedly the brightest ray of light in her eyes, breaking through the gloom in her heart.

"Don't look at me like that. If you hadn't told me your thoughts, or if you had also chosen the Mandel brick, these journalists would have become victims of this struggle. Besides, I'm not like those people, at least not now..."

"Then... what should we do?"

Having absorbed a large amount of information in a short period of time, Mary's brain started to short-circuit, and she didn't know what to do for a moment.

Zhang Hao: Hey! I know this like the back of my hand! =￣ω￣= (Silently opens his physics book, only to be discovered by Luna a few minutes later and sent to Roy to cool down his CPU)

“Go and tell the soldier who reported earlier to go back and negotiate with Asara. We can give them a month, which is our limit. It’s a hostage exchange. Draft a ceasefire agreement for both sides and have that soldier take it to them for them to sign.”

Demoulin thought for a moment and added:

"Tell him not to wear armor this time. He'll probably get beaten up and have his gear taken back. Just wear some clothes."

Mary: Huh? ? ? ? ?

"Go quickly and bring those people back as soon as possible. Remember to make sure the numbers match. We've already counted the journalists who died at the radar station. If anything happens to even one of them, they'll be facing Hafk's wrath!"

"Okay, I'll go right now, don't worry."

After Mary left, the entire office fell silent. Demulan glanced at his watch, skillfully locked the door from the inside, and then lay down on the sofa used for receiving guests, silently counting down the days.

3......2......1

After she counted to 1, she felt a sharp pain in her brain and heard a brainwashing voice that seemed to come out of nowhere.

"The sky belongs to Hafk!"

"Ro...Rometheus, have you also been assimilated by...Hafk?"

After experiencing that painful fainting spell, Demulan discovered that the brain-computer interface and the painkiller were subtly changing her; when she took the medication daily, she would often forget many things from before.

At first, she thought it was a side effect of the explosion, but after experiencing what happened last time, she realized that it was far more complicated than that. This Relink brain-computer interface had many secrets that she didn't know.

Meanwhile, Rometheus learned of Demulan's arrangements through Ella and Mary's relationship.

"It's unbelievable, Demulan. The corporation's brainwashing didn't work on you? I'm truly sorry, but there's nothing I can do. It's all for the future of all humanity!"

After finishing her call with Mary, Ella angrily said to Rometheus:

"Why can these high-ranking officials treat human lives so lightly? These are human lives!"

Rometheus simply smiled after hearing this:

“It has always seemed easy to them to stand outside the suffering and watch those who are suffering inside.”

Chapter 143 Sign Here

"What?! No, why do I have to deliver this document again?"

The soldier stared wide-eyed at Mary and asked loudly. He was numb with shock. He had finally escaped from that hellish place, but now he was being asked to deliver something again. Wasn't this going to kill him?

"It's because you came from there before, so those people must remember you, right? Isn't it perfect for you to deliver this?"

Mary looked at the soldier before her, who was on the verge of tears, and shook her head helplessly.

"Go ahead. I don't know what you're afraid of. If you come back alive, I'll give you 20 Haff coins. If you die, I'll guarantee the safety of your family plus 200 million."

Upon hearing such a sum, the soldiers stopped complaining and began to think. They realized that they might only earn 100 million in their entire lives working in Hafk, and they might not even die. In that case, they could make 20 for free!

After thinking it through, the soldier took the documents from Mary's hand and said earnestly:

"Don't worry, I will definitely complete the mission successfully."

Mary saw him take the documents and turn around and leave. This brainless soldier, he was clearly the one showing weakness on Reis's side, I really don't know what he's afraid of.

The Hafk soldiers also set off immediately. It was midday, and if all went well, they should be able to return before dark.

So he rode the all-terrain vehicle approved by the group, carrying only a backpack, and set off. He had asked Mary about it beforehand, but she said that if he went fully armed, the possibility of being attacked would be greater.

He thought about it and it seemed to make sense, so he set off in his everyday clothes.

When he arrived back at the territory of Reis in Longbow Valley, he first parked his car at a safe distance and then walked forward on foot with his bag on his back.

Coincidentally, the soldier from the same guard's wing was on duty there. Upon seeing the familiar face, he knew the man was there to see his boss, so he first shouted to stop the soldier from entering.

"Hey! Are you here to see my boss?"

The Hafk soldiers recognized the soldier Asara and quickly responded:

"Yes, I have something to talk to him about. Could you please call him over? I have something he wants here."

Asara, the soldier, told him to stay where he was, instructed another comrade to watch over him, and then went to find his personal guard.

After a while, the guard also came to the soldier. Seeing him in his civilian clothes, he pursed his lips speechlessly, as if... he was regretting something.

"You told both Demulan and me? What did she say?"

"She agreed to your demands, but only gave you one month. I have a ceasefire guarantee in my bag, and both sides need to sign it. If you agree, sign it; if you don't... well, let's see!"

The soldier thought about the 200 million and his tone suddenly became arrogant. What were these Asara soldiers doing, acting so high and mighty in front of him? He had the Hafk Group behind him. If he really made a move, that scoundrel Reis would be blown to smithereens along with Longbow Valley.

"One month........."

The guard was unsure how long Reiss intended to stall and couldn't make up his mind. To the Hafk soldier, this meant he was very dissatisfied with the outcome and thought he was probably going to die there. Looking at the guard with a furrowed brow, he thought he could take the opportunity to kill him. It would be a good deal to trade one for one, since he still had 200 million left!

Just as he was about to strike while the guard was off guard, the guard suddenly looked up and said:

"Wait, this situation is special, and I can't make a decision either. I need to report to Lord Reis. You can stay here for a while."

After saying that, he turned and went back without looking back. He was going to report the situation to Lord Reis, and the final decision would be made by Lord Reis.

After the soldier's initial anger dissipated, he felt a lingering fear. He had almost lost his life there. Now it seemed that 200 million was utterly worthless in the face of life.

The guard quickly arrived at Reis's room and knocked on the door.

"Lord Reiss, news has arrived from Demulan, I've come to report."

Reis was already snoring in bed when he was suddenly woken up by a knock on the door. Just as he was about to get angry, his personal guard told him that there was news from Demulan's side, so he quickly called him in.

"Tell us quickly, tell us what that old woman Demulan said? Did she threaten to fight us to the death?"

As he spoke, Reis began to consider his retreat route. He was still injured and would really lose if a fight broke out. Hmm... sigh! His "partner"—Said, wasn't he available there? If all else failed, he would go and hide with Said for a while, and then use his territory to make a comeback after things calmed down. He could even reward Said by appointing him a general or something.

Said: xxxxxx, xxxxx, xxxxxxx.

"No, Lord Reis, Demulan has agreed, but she has only given us a month. I don't know exactly how long you need, and I can't make a decision, which is why I came to ask you."

Upon hearing that things hadn't reached the worst point yet, Reis secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it, he, Asara's strongest man, almost had to run away.