The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 590 - 583: The God of Guns Dies by the Gun

Leaving behind the staff who were still arguing, Ram, accompanied by two bald men, stepped out of the conference room.

Once they reached an unoccupied area, Murphy immediately couldn’t wait to speak to Ram, "I think it’s necessary for you to change the current model now, the model where the staff serves as the Supreme Command."

Ram furrowed his brows, "Why? I think this model is good, because we won victories with it."

"You achieved military victories, temporary victories, not the final victory."

After finishing, Murphy sighed and then spoke very seriously, "Now you’ve seen, your staff can maintain high-speed operations during combat due to external pressures, but now the battle is over. When it comes to internal governance issues, a staff is synonymous with arguing and dragging their feet."

Ram’s brows were furrowed.

Aliens invading and starting a war with the Sanitation Worker was the situation faced by the Solar System Company after coming to the Malakal Region, a regime appropriate for wartime. Coupled with real external threats, whether it was the staff or the soldiers at the bottom, they had to unite tightly for survival.

But now the war has ended, even if only temporarily, and the external threats have also gone. So, the problems which were suppressed by external threats should now be exposed.

Murphy continued, "Now, what you need to solve is not war. So, who do you rely on to make decisions for you? Those staff inside? Or Big Ivan, Morgan, or Justin, or Li Pengfei, or the Russian Faction, the Germanic Faction, or your own Satan Faction to make decisions for you?"

Ram spoke quietly, "What are you trying to say?" fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Without any hesitation, Murphy said, "Now it’s time for you to change your role, you should mold a loose company into a coherent entity, which is exactly the problem you want to solve today. But according to your current model, you can’t solve it."

Ram frowned, "The way you speak, it’s as if you have a solution?"

Murphy laughed, "Of course, it’s too easy to solve this kind of thing! Buddy, the Sanitation Worker existed in the shadows for thousands of years, how did it maintain itself? Don’t I have a say in this kind of issue?"

Ram exhaled, "Yeah, then go ahead and talk about it!"

Murphy curled his lip and pointed to Gao Yuan, "For this problem, you’ll have to rely on us for the solution."

Yes, Murphy said he and Gao Yuan were on the same side.

Strange, isn’t it? Actually, not so much. After Murphy met Xinghe and witnessed Xinghe using the Revelation, he immediately considered himself part of Gao Yuan’s faction, and moreover, the most loyal one.

As loyal as Murphy was to the Sanitation Worker, he was now equally loyal to Xinghe, and thus, because Xinghe and Gao Yuan were one, Murphy was also as loyal to Gao Yuan.

Although somewhat unbelievable, that was the fact. It’s just that Murphy had never shown it before, which made Ram a bit stunned by Murphy now.

After a long while, Ram finally exclaimed in astonishment, "You guys? Murphy, we’ve always had a good relationship; we’ve worked together for many years."

Murphy’s face showed disdain, "Don’t be naive. Do you think I really surrendered to you? I just decided to follow my own faith. Please, ’God’ has appeared, shouldn’t I follow?"

Ram took a deep breath, "I really didn’t realize you were such a zealot! Buddy, the ’God’ you worship is just an alien."

Murphy impatiently said, "Enough talk, faith is faith. Now, do you want to solve the problem or not?"

"Please speak."

Without hesitation, Murphy said, "First step, change your identity from the boss of a military interest group to a dictator. I mean, you can continue using the staff system, but you need to have the final say, not the decisions of the staff as the supreme."

"A dictator?"

"Second step, introduce a spiritual faith, that is him."

Murphy pointed to Gao Yuan, then continued, "After that, it gets easier. Tell everyone, ’God’ has come, Earth is saved, order is about to be restored, and the familiar world will return. But first, we have to deal with the Sanitation Worker, and second, drive away the aliens. So, everyone still needs to fight, and what’s the benefit of fighting? Well, that’s..."

"What’s the third step?"

"The third step is simple," responded the other. "As the supreme leader, you cooperate closely with us. First, we get our hands on the Ark of the Covenant, then find the Ark. Isn’t that a solution? You could establish a nation and become a king if you wish, do whatever you want."

Ram looked as if he was meeting Murphy for the first time and said in surprise, "You bald..."

Murphy frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

"You bald bastard, do you want to turn my Solar System into another Sanitation Worker? Do you think I’m an idiot?"

Ram’s sharp intuition didn’t need a detailed thought to find the problem in Murphy’s so-called solution.

Murphy watched Ram, and Ram watched Murphy.

After a moment, Murphy tilted his head and said, "Is there any conflict between my solution and the problem you’re trying to solve? Also, stop calling me ’bald’!"

Ram said irritably, "Then you..."

Suddenly, Ram found himself at a loss for words.

Murphy continued, "The Sanitation Workers have no strategist, yes, the Sanitation Workers are an underground organization with no real generals among their leadership, but the Elder Council manages to keep a firm grip on the army. I’m a senior FBI agent, a regional director. I can’t wage war, but as long as I’m here, I’m the one in command. But why is it that when Larry and Thompson from the Elder Council arrive, they can strip me of my duties and powers immediately?"

Ram remained silent while Murphy went on, "Buddy, you’re a mercenary, and your Solar System Company is like a huge Mercenary Corps. Your organization is loose, I understand you had to adopt a democratic system initially because most mercenaries just want to make money, not find themselves a king. But now the situation has changed, there’s no hope for them anymore, so giving them a king wouldn’t hurt."

Ram shook his head but couldn’t come up with a retort, and Murphy continued, "There’s a more practical significance too. You like to get your hands dirty, don’t you? Even though you’re the boss of tens of thousands, you still enjoy fighting personally. You’re the God of Guns. You’re worth ten, a hundred men. But don’t forget, one bullet, and you’re dead. If you really die, even if your Satan Faction doesn’t fall apart, what about the others? What would Big Ivan do, what about Morgan? What would your father-in-law think, and those from the Uranus Troops representing Shenzhou’s will, wouldn’t they just split apart immediately?"

Ram sighed and replied, "I’ve considered that possibility. I’ve got suitable candidates to take over."

"Who? Who has that charisma? Big Ivan? He’s an arms dealer, and I know him even better than you do. Morgan? He’s a tycoon, a capitalist. Justin? An intelligence broker. None of them can take over your empire because right now, everyone in the Solar System Company listens to you because of your personal charisma. Once you’re gone, it’s all over. Even if you say you won’t go into battle personally anymore, buddy, is that even possible?"

Taking a step forward, Murphy got closer to Ram and said softly, "I know you guys too well. Number Thirteen will always be a killer, he’ll still be a killer even when he’s too old to walk. And you, you’re the God of Guns. You’ll always be the God of Guns as long as you live. When your gun can solve all problems, you won’t think of anything else. But remember, unless your war is forever over, you’ll never touch a gun again. Otherwise, a God of Guns will only die by a gun, it’s like a curse, but eventually, the God of Guns will die at another’s barrel!"

Ram reflexively shook his head and said, "No, that won’t happen. Do I need to give you examples?"

Murphy spoke darkly, "The last one acknowledged as the God of Guns was killed by you, which is why you became the God of Guns. You haven’t forgotten that, have you? And don’t bring up military snipers as examples because a sniper’s war ends, but the God of Guns’ war never does. If you don’t put down the gun, you will die one day. So, can you put the gun down? Can you guarantee you won’t personally go to Djibouti and fight for the Ark of the Covenant? I’ll just ask you one question, can you guarantee that you won’t be hit by a stray bullet in Djibouti, that you won’t be blown up by a shell? Can you?"

Ram took a step back, and Murphy closed in again, prompting Ram to step back once more, with Murphy pressing forward another step.

Unconsciously, Ram’s hand went for his gun. He didn’t intend to draw it, but Murphy wasn’t wrong; the gun felt like a part of his body, his instinctual response to any difficult problem was to reach for it.

Murphy continued with a stern face, "What’s holding you back? Unite your people under a belief, mold yourself into a king, solve your troubles and fulfill the ideal of saving humanity. Isn’t that a good thing?"

Ram’s forehead started to glisten with sweat, and just then, Gao Yuan finally couldn’t hold back and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Unfortunately, Murphy and Ram were conversing in English, which Gao Yuan couldn’t understand.

Gao Yuan’s question freed Ram from the tight spot Murphy had him in, but that didn’t matter because Murphy didn’t expect Ram to be swayed by a few words or to decide to do what he suggested right away.

Ram was not someone who could be easily influenced by others.

Ram began to laugh, addressing Murphy with a smile, "You almost had me veering off course."

Murphy smiled back and whispered, "What do you think I want to do? Buddy, I’m not asking you to make a decision right now. My solution is your only choice, the best choice. You’ll obviously want to think it over carefully, consult with those you trust most. Just make sure you relay my words to them exactly as I said them. I am confident they will help you make the wise choice."