This Game Is Too Realistic

The conference room was silent.

Pairs of eyes with different colors were directed at the man who stood up from the conference table.

Director Feng's face showed surprise at first, then turned into anger, and then there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Guixu is the complete opposite.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a trace of undetectable murderous intent flashing in his pupils.

He recognized that face.

That man's name is Ma Ke, the captain of the Desert Scorpion Special Forces. He was suspended for investigation a few months ago due to the failure of the operation and causing serious losses.

Just as the Enlightenment Society has entered a "business contraction period", there is no need for external military operations, and the establishment of the Desert Scorpion Special Forces has not been rebuilt, and this person has been on standby in Shelter 13.

If it weren't for the high-level androids who flew in for the Celestial Being organization to take away more and more of the power that belongs to him, so that he didn't have many people at hand, otherwise there would be no need to promote this guy.

At this moment, Guixu didn't even expect that the dog he had promoted would suddenly go crazy and bite him.

There was no need to wait for him to attack, the representative of the heavenly beings had already stood up with a dark face.

"What do you mean?"

A pair of electronic eyes flashed with Ruan's red light.

The android codenamed "Tian Lei" stared at "Ma Ke" intently, without concealing his explicit murderous intent.

Facing the murderous gaze, Zhuang Lan, who was disguised as Ma Ke, did not panic at all.

This murderous intention is probably the most real thing left in this emotionless iron.

She had no doubt.

After these guys seize the entire world, they will immediately turn their guns and continue the purification in a more thorough way until every heretic in their eyes is eliminated.

Without answering the android's question, Zhuang Lan didn't even look at him. She just glanced at the confused faces on the conference table and spoke in a calm tone.

"You have been closed here for too long, and you have no idea what is happening outside."

"Just a few months ago, the Alliance had seized control of the Orion guided missile cruiser, and 100,000 neutron torpedoes were already under the control of the survivor forces."

"The game is over."

"There are survivors united outside the shelter gate. No matter which direction you attack, you will be surrounded and suppressed from all sides at the first time."

"God's punishment may come, but it will never come on anyone except you——"

"shut up!"

A hysterical roar interrupted her.

Zhuang Lan looked at that person and saw Director Feng from Shelter No. 13 breathing heavily and staring at him with bloodshot pupils.

It was a look that was filled with hatred to the core.

It was as if she could not wait to peel off the skin that belonged to "Ma Ke" on her body.

Before Guixu and Tianqi could come out to speak, he was furious like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"That's nonsense! The Orion is a legacy of the People's Alliance Aerospace Forces. Even if those survivors are lucky enough to climb aboard, there is no way they can get the driving authorization! Not to mention, the starship is already in our hands, and they can't even get it. No chance of getting close!”

Although the hysterical roar had a bit of incoherence, the basic logic was still there.

The survivors sitting at the conference table exchanged glances, and the panic originally written in their eyes also faded a little.

Indeed——

The Orion is an active warship of the People's Alliance Air and Space Force.

Even if the People's League no longer exists, it is impossible for just a few scavengers to go up and pick up this garbage.

Lagrange's point space station is still operating.

Only by obtaining the rights recognized by the Air and Space Force can we legally inherit the inheritance that once belonged to the People's Federation.

These wastelanders living outside the sanctuary are nothing more than usurpers.

Looking at the whispering residents of the shelter and the hysterical director, Zhuang Lan had a trace of pity and a trace of contempt in her eyes.

These guys have long forgotten their original vows.

The reason why they were born in a paradise like the Refuge has never been because of their natural rights, but because 200 years ago, a group of nobler people chose to face hell and left the hope of survival to Gou Qi in Refuge. All about them.

Their generations had solemnly promised that they would carry the souls of the dead people forward, rebuild a human home in the desolate wasteland, and regard the children living in hell as their own. child.

At this moment, their children have undoubtedly betrayed the oath of their generation.

Their way to solve the problem is to kill the problem and the person with the problem.

Maybe——

The suffering they endured must be part of the retribution.

Just like the light on them.

Both exist from time to time.

A glimmer of understanding gradually emerged in Zhuang Lan's heart, and she finally fully understood why that person wanted to lend her freedom.

That is indeed a redemption that only she, or rather the residents of the shelter, can accomplish.

Her dry lips moved and she spoke slowly.

"...This is a fact and it happened months ago."

Seeing that hysterical face gradually stained with fear and despair, Zhuang Lan continued to speak in a calm voice.

"A few months ago, I was confused as to why the Orion would open authorization to those wastelanders and civilians... But now, I no longer have the slightest confusion in my heart. Their choice is the best choice. The right choice.”

The air was as quiet as if it had solidified.

Director Feng looked at her in despair, and then turned his struggling gaze to Guixu, trying to get the answer.

That look seemed to say - "Tell me this isn't true."

The latter put on a troubled expression and sighed. He was about to say something, but was stopped by Tian Qi's eyes.

It's no longer necessary.

In fact, there was no need for "Mark" to come out and point it out. There were rumors circulating a few months ago that the Orion had fallen. Now, at best, this layer of window paper has been pierced.

Zhuang Lan glanced at Guixu, who was sneering, and then at the android representative who was looking at him with cold eyes, and immediately understood what they meant.

They were no longer planning to act and had been doing so long before this meeting began.

Indeed.

With the current strength of the Enlightenment Society and the Celestial beings gathered in Vault 13, although it is not enough to compete with the survivors on the surface, there is still no problem in cleaning up the dishonest residents of the shelter.

That undisguised expression is almost obvious——

You say whatever you want.

I'm showing off my cards.

Whatever——

This scene was originally played to the end.

Without exposing their faces, Zhuang Lan turned her attention to Director Feng and the few shelter residents sitting next to him who were still lucky, and said in a cold voice.

"You place your hope in a group of executioners, counting on them to vigorously kill all those who oppose you and those who disagree with you, and then pretend that nothing happened, the original problems will be solved, and the Utopia of the United States will be It will come automatically——"

"What a childish delusion."

"Where do you get the confidence that a knife that has been stained with human blood since its birth will suddenly be used to peel fruit one day in the future? Where do you get the confidence that you are one of the lucky ones? Instead of becoming a new problem?"

"The reckoning will come soon, whether it's the space station at Lagrange Point or here."

"Wake up, this is your last chance."

After saying the last words, Zhuang Lan stopped talking and left time for the people sitting at the conference table.

However, the result was regrettable.

Even at the end of the show, she didn't see anyone stand up and apologize for her momentary confusion, or say a word on her behalf.

It’s not that they really can’t wake up, but they just don’t want to wake up.

These are the so-called noble bloodlines that have been sheltered by the afterglow of their generation and have lived in peace in the wasteland for a long time.

They would rather bear the cost of their mistakes than admit their existence.

Looking at the evasive eyes and the director of the shelter who seemed to have lost his soul, Zhuang Lan finally had complete disappointment in his eyes.

And at this moment, the silent conference room suddenly burst into applause.

The slaps were crisp and crisp, not like being slapped on the hands, but rather like being slapped on the face.

Zhuang Lan followed the sound and saw that the person was not any of the survivors present. Instead, it was Apocalypse who had been watching with cold eyes.

"It's true, but it makes no sense."

Seeing that both pairs of eyes were looking over, he smiled coldly and put down his clapping hands, no longer concealing the chill that penetrated the bone marrow of his scarlet eyes.

"I think the same as you. These guys living in the shelter are not worthy of claiming to be the heirs of the Prosperous Era. They have been waiting for us to hand over victory to them from beginning to end. If you ask me... they are not even as good as those outside. Wastelander."

"You, how could you say that about us?" Director Feng stared at it with wide eyes, a trace of fear imprinted in his pupils.

And the moment he opened his mouth to speak, a loud "bang!" went through the board of the conference table and hit his knees.

Feng Zhiheng lost his balance and instantly hit his head on the table. He curled up on the ground with a painful and twisted expression, and half of his pants were instantly stained red with blood.

That shot probably pierced the artery.

Seeing the director who was shot and fell to the ground, there was an uproar in the conference room. Even Guixu, who was ready to fall out, showed a look of astonishment. He didn't expect [Celestial Being] to act so decisively.

The person who shot was the android security guard standing at the door of the conference room.

After he fired the shot, he immediately hit the butt of the gun with his backhand, knocking the astonished human colleague next to him to the ground, and at the same time confiscated the weapon behind him.

Then he non-stop aimed at Zhuang Lan who was standing there. As soon as Tianqi gave the order, he pulled the trigger without hesitation and shot him through a sieve.

In the previous security order upgrades, the Enlightenment Society had already obtained the permission for the security system of Vault 13 and placed it under the control of the Lagrange Point Space Station.

And this is also the reason why Guixu didn't take the director of the shelter seriously——

The incomplete management and permission rights in that guy's hands are just a trouble for the Enlightenment Society.

"Who allowed you to stand and talk to me, bug."

Looking down at Director Feng who was kneeling down and struggling in pain under the conference table, Tianqi's lips curled into a sneer, and the restless intellectual plug-in finally felt a little calmer.

Fruit——

A dead organism is a good organism.

Their only use is to create slurry-like organic mineral veins to supply the raw materials necessary for flexible parts.

Although the pursuit of higher advancement was his lifelong pursuit and even that of the Torch Church, looking at this ugly appearance, he suddenly didn't want to return to flesh and blood.

In fact, they have already completed advanced progress.

What is available is the best.

Feeling the killing intent permeating everywhere, Guixu suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

In order to cover up his embarrassment, he stood up with a slight cough, straightened his collar with both hands, and looked at the trembling survivors huddled in the corner.

"Okay, I came here to talk to you politely...you have to force me."

After saying this, he strolled beside "Malik" and looked him up and down with his eyes.

"You're not Malik...let me guess who you are."

Zhuang Lan sneered and said in a cold voice.

"No need to guess, my name is Zhuang Lan, from Vault 68."

An expression of astonishment appeared on Guixu's face.

"Zhuang Lan..."

This name sounded familiar to him, and it took him a long time to finally remember who this guy was.

That was the spy he sent to Vault 0 to steal the original parts of Project Torch, a clown who messed up everything.

This guy's key people were not killed, and he only killed an insignificant Valantian officer.

Later, this guy was caught by the Alliance. He thought she was dead, but he didn't expect that she was still alive.

Looking at this unexpected acquaintance in front of him, Guixu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I see, the Alliance didn't execute you, hahaha... But then again, why did you change into such a ghostly look?"

Looking at the president who was laughing wildly, Zhuang Lan also replied with a half-smile.

"Aren't disguises and disguises your best tricks? How come you can't see the same tricks when they are used on yourself?"

Guixu's smile turned cold.

"Is this a hologram?"

"Yes."

Zhuang Lan simply nodded and admitted, then stopped acting and removed the optical camouflage on his body.

"But not entirely."

She did undergo a full set of modification surgeries, even adding organs that she didn't have originally.

As for the holographic disguise, what is hidden is something else——

Light blue ripples spread around.

㱗In the circles of transparent ripples, a silver-gray exoskeleton appeared instantly.

The moment he looked at this exoskeleton, Guixu's smile suddenly froze on his face.

How did this thing get into the venue?

Difficult——

Does she have an insider? !

But even if there was an insider, how did this guy hide it from the androids? !

Without giving him time to think, Zhuang Lan had already grabbed his neck with one hand and picked up this guy who was hiding behind the scenes like a chicken.

"I will never forget what happened in Vault 68 that day, and what you did to deceive our trust. If it weren't for the overall situation, I would have killed you long ago."

The bone-deep murderous intent penetrated through the tactical helmet, and she exerted slight force on her right hand.

"Repent in hell, you scum."

What happened was so sudden that no one could react.

Guixu looked at the heavenly allies for help, but then he looked at this side indifferently, his cold eyes like admiring two crickets biting each other.

He was completely desperate.

From beginning to end, these guys were just a use to them.

Of course, there seems to be nothing to criticize about this.

The union between the Enlightenment Society and Heavenly Beings is mutually beneficial. He had the same idea from the beginning when he came into contact with Heavenly Beings, and he had even thought about when to kick these iron knots away.

But what he didn't expect was that before the game was over, he had already lost his usefulness in their eyes...

They don't need him anymore.

Devastated, his heart was filled with despair. In the pain of suffocation, his remaining consciousness slowly sank into the bottomless sea...

Zhuang Lan didn't kill him, he just knocked him unconscious. At the same time, he planted a nano-scale transmitter on his body to ensure that this guy could be found even if he escaped to the end of the world.

This guy is not only her enemy, but also one of the main war criminals who triggered the entire crisis.

Damn it, it's so cheap here.

He should be tried in court and hanged on the pillar of shame.

Apocalypse showed that he was not dead.

However, he did not show much concern for the life and death of an organism that had lost its usefulness. He just looked at Zhuang Lan who was facing him and made a cold joke.

"What, you want to take him as a hostage?"

"I never thought about it that way, and it means nothing to you."

After moving her neck, she took off the two scimitars attached to the exoskeleton.

It was a combat knife made of ceramic steel, which was more than enough to deal with several iron knives.

"Come and put an end to it, you human-like tin can, let me see how many pounds of rust you have in your head."

"Haha, I've been waiting for your words for a long time, organism."

A cruel smile appeared on Apocalypse's face, and a torch-like killing intent emitted from his scarlet pupils.

"Kill her!"

The gunfire rang out instantly, and the bullets rushed toward Zhuang Lan like a rainstorm.

In a flash, she dodged and rolled over the conference table. At the same time, she picked up a chair with the curved back of the knife and slammed it against the door.

The chair over there hit the rifle in the hand of the self-defense man impartially, and the gunfire suddenly shot out of control and swept to a corner of the conference room.

"ah--!"

Screams and howls occurred one after another, and the participants who squatted down with their heads in their hands curled up even shorter, wishing they could stuff themselves into the cracks in the wall.

No one could care about Guixu who was unconscious in the corner.

Both the residents of Vault 13 and the residents of external shelters who joined the Enlightenment Society are all ants on the hot pot at this moment.

At the same time, Zhuang Lan, who was steadying his body on the other side of the conference table, raised his hand and slashed with a knife, cutting down the android who was trying to take out the gun from his arms. Then he released the knife handle and shot out a series of jumping lightning bolts. In the sparks, he snatched the pistol that was half exposed from his arms and emptied the magazine directly towards the door of the conference room!

"Bang bang bang!"

The android security guard who had just stabilized his body was shot ten times in the chest. The control components and the metal cover were shattered into pieces, and fell to the ground without saying a word.

No magazine replacement.

Zhuang Lan threw the pistol back into the arms of the android whose chest was chopped through, and smoothly pulled out the scimitar stuck in its chest, and then directed his sharp eyes towards Tianqi.

The queen still looked at her indifferently, with a sneer on her face without any worry at all.

"The skill is good, but it's meaningless. Can you change the world by yourself?"

The sound of dense footsteps echoed through the corridor, getting closer and closer to the door of the conference room.

A large number of bodyguards are coming here.

They are all bionic soldiers authorized by the Lagrange Point Space Station!

Throwing away the two scimitars in his hands, Zhuang Lan responded with a similar sneer through his exoskeleton tactical helmet.

"Who told you I'm the only one?"