This Game Is Too Realistic

On the streets of the West Third Ring Road, the night was lit up by the fire of incendiary bombs, which could be clearly seen even from several kilometers away.

Sitting next to the broken floor-to-ceiling windows in an abandoned high-rise building, Taiwei, Sesame Paste and Sisi were looking at the fire rising into the sky in the distance.

Since the spore concentration decreases with height, they chose to camp on the 50th floor.

Although there are still alien species wandering in this building, since there is no incubation room or mother nest, most of the alien species are scattered in various areas of the building. They are neither clustered nor blocked on the stairs, so it is not too difficult to get up from the safe passage.

At best, it just takes a while.

"Oh! Big fire!" The boiling fire light reflected in his eyes, and Tai's eyes were shining brightly.

This is much more exciting than watching fireworks!

Sesame paste: "Is there... a war over there?"

Sisi: "That's right. The wave seems to be all-round, not just in the northern suburbs. Logically speaking, the situation in the West Third Ring Road should be more intense."

Sesame paste puts his hands together.

"I hope no one is hurt."

Ever since the sun just set, the explosions over there haven't stopped.

First, four planes flew across the sky, and then rows of fires ignited, completely engulfing the ruined streets.

What followed was probably ground troops.

Fierce firefights broke out between the mercenaries of Boulder City and the ruins of Tidal Wave, and tracer bullets could occasionally be seen flashing from time to time.

Although Rourou also wanted to see it, he was afraid of heights and did not dare to get too close to the edge of the building. He only dared to look at it from a distance.

Crow Crow and Teng Teng were cooking, and several NPCs next to them were drooling and swallowing their saliva.

In addition to Xu Shun's guard, there was also a new employee recruited from Boulder City who came back with them this time. They were between 16 and 20 years old, both male and female.

According to the NPC in the office, these new employees received "job training" in the northern suburbs.

It was the first time for many people to leave the city, and they were full of anxiety.

But when he smelled the aroma wafting from the pot, all the uneasy emotions were instantly diluted.

Even though we are out of the protection of the giant wall, it doesn't seem bad to be able to eat such delicious food?

㱗Boulder City, this kind of delicious food is beyond their imagination.

"It's time to eat!"

As soon as I heard that dinner was about to begin, I was sitting on the edge of the building just a second ago watching the bustle, and immediately went to the iron pot on the fire.

"嗽香!"

The big white bear also came over and looked into the pot curiously.

"What's for dinner?"

Crow Crow, holding the spoon in his hand, said proudly with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Bird stewed with mushrooms!"

Teng Teng made arrangements and distributed bowls and chopsticks to everyone.

"Camping outside, the conditions are a bit rough, so everyone can just eat whatever they want."

Sesame paste also came over happily.

"I'm here to help too!"

It's okay to eat casually.

Xu Shun felt ashamed after understanding this sentence.

The residents of these shelters are really the new definition of eating whatever they want.

However, after spending so much time together, he was used to how particular these shelter residents were in their lives.

A group of people sat around the fire, holding steaming bowls in their hands, chatting about the love affairs they planned to do after returning from Boulder City.

"I have decided!" Describing his grand plan, Teng Teng's eyes were filled with determination and he said with great enthusiasm, "When I get back to the shelter, I must use my scissors to correct the consequences of the NPCs in Boulder City being led away. Wrong aesthetics!”

Sisi: "Well, I think...this must be your problem."

LSP is human nature.

And that kind of clothes, separated from the cultural background, is actually quite normal if you think about it wrongly.

Tail is so motivated: "Tail too! Boulder City still lacks a mercenary union! How can an MMORPG lack such an important organization!"

Crow Crow: "Where's the sesame paste?"

The cat ears on the top of his head swayed slightly. Sesame Paste was a little reluctant to speak at first, but seeing everyone talking about this topic, he relaxed his reserve.

"I want to send a courier!"

Sisi asked strangely: "Why deliver express?"

Sesame paste's eyes sparkled.

“Don’t you think it looks cool when you’re delivering goods on a motorcycle?”

Is it the cosplay of "Qi X Travel"?

Speaking of which, there are quite a few "performance artists" in "Wasteland OL". The official website does not sell skins, and players all DIY. However, conservative artists like this are not very common.

Sisi nodded thoughtfully and suggested.

"How about a 12mm revolver?"

When he saw that he was a man from the Taoist community, he smiled shyly and opened the bag he carried with him. There was a silver revolver inside.

"Hehe, actually I already bought it."

However, this gun is handsome, but the recoil is too great.

Most of the time, she still uses Pu-9 more.

Tails, who had been slowing down for a while because of eating, his eyes lit up.

"Ride a motorcycle to deliver goods...I understand! Is he the delivery boy? He is indeed handsome!"

Especially when you are hungry!

Teng Teng's expression was a little subtle.

"I don't think you guys are on the same channel."

…

Players can still eat steaming food, but the mercenaries fighting against alien species in the West Third Ring Road are not so lucky.

The gunfire continued until the early morning of the next day. From the shattered square to the nearby crumbling buildings to the commercial street more than ten meters underground, sticky blood was flowing on every inch of the land.

Some of them belong to alien species, and some belong to mercenaries.

Sporadic fighting still continues.

But as the sun rose, it was obvious that it was coming to an end.

Carrying a rifle and emerging from the rubble, Tommy took off his bloody gas mask and threw it away. He took a new one, but didn't put it on immediately.

The mother nest that spread to this area was destroyed. Although the surrounding area was filled with gray-green fog, a small amount of inhalation would not cause any serious harm.

He stayed in the small tunnel all night, and now he just wanted to breathe in the fresh air outside.

Even if there is sand in the air.

At this time, another mercenary wearing an exoskeleton, holding a broken drone assault rifle in his hand, came over from the ruins opposite, cursing.

"Damn...the money I make is not enough to repair my equipment. What do you have on your hands?"

His name is Vergil, and like Tommy, he is a mercenary active in the Boulder City area.

A week ago, the wave suddenly broke out, and these mercenaries became popular overnight. The militiamen who had never looked at them in the past also became polite.

After all, with such a big wave, you can't completely count on the cannon fodder at the door. If you really want to deal with those alien species, you still have to rely on experts like them who have experienced battles.

"LD-47, an assault rifle, is a gadget made by scavengers in the northern suburbs. It is powerful, cheap, and easy to maintain. I saw it when I was delivering goods to the northern suburbs last time, so I picked it up. "What's your casualties?" Tommy glanced at the old man in front of him and asked casually.

Virgil said: "One rookie died, and the rest are pretty much the same. Only one unlucky guy had his leg bitten off by a crawler."

Tommy clicked his tongue.

"That's really tragic."

Virgil shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm lucky to have saved my life."

In the mercenary profession, broken arms and legs are common.

If you save enough money, you can replace it with a mechanical prosthesis. If it doesn't work, you can still use an exoskeleton. But if you can't even afford an exoskeleton, you can only retire early.

As for the newbies?

That's not considered a mercenary.

They only learned how to open insurance from the militiamen, but they were just cannon fodder thrown to the front line.

Only after surviving three or more battles will they be officially accepted. But before now, no one would even remember their names.

After all, if you remember it, it will be in vain. No one is sure whether it will be used in two days.

Such sentiments are all too common.

Tommy glanced at the tall building not far behind him, which was the temporary headquarters of the militia.

The two powered armor stations were motionless at the entrance. They never moved their legs from the beginning to the end. People couldn't help but wonder whether the two iron lumps could still move.

"It would be a waste if they take action."

Virgil smiled.

"Don't think about it, that thing is too expensive to repair. The nobles in the inner city are not willing to let black blood stain their armor, let alone risk their lives."

Every T-10 is a treasure left over from the pre-war era. Even after two centuries, their combat effectiveness is still strong. The only flaw is that the number is too small.

The Boulder City militia seems to regard them as mascots.

But what confuses Tommy is that in this case, what is the significance of the two iron stations here?

Supervise the war?

Is that necessary?

Not far away, another group of newcomers were sent over in a crooked formation. Along with the newcomers, there were a densely packed two-headed ox and thirty horses.

These animals carry large and small bags of supplies on their backs, including food, water, and ammunition. You can even find weapons, accessories, and some items that are considered rare even in the market of Boulder City.

The people holding these two-headed oxen are the merchants of Boulder City.

Since the mercenaries' wages are paid daily and the amount is not small, some businessmen who can't wait for them to return home will come over to make the first money. Others have received orders from the militia group to be responsible for delivering supplies from the boulder. Transport the city to the front.

This may seem a little weird.

A group of mercenaries wearing exoskeletons and holding streamlined assault rifles were wearing clothes made of animal skins, and the merchants who transported supplies to them all used primitive means of transportation such as ox carts.

But this is also a situation that cannot be helped.

If you don't choose this, the militia will have to hire a lot of refugees with too many weak muscles, or use a small number of four-legged mechanical dogs.

No matter which one you choose, the cost will be much higher than outsourcing.

Virgil patted Tommy on the shoulder.

"Let's go, let's get something to eat."

Tommy shook his head.

"No need, I brought dry food."

Since the last time the contractor's "military food" made him hungry, he no longer believed in the character of the so-called "minor helpers".

Do you expect businessmen to be moral?

It's better to hope that the aliens will go back to the city center on their own.

Virgil patted his arm, ignored the guy, and walked alone in the direction of the pack team.

Tommy took out a cube-shaped green wheat cake from his backpack, stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite, then unscrewed the rusty kettle and took a sip.

Looking in the direction of the camel caravan, he shook his head.

Nutritional paste.

Ever since he knew what that thing was made of, he would rather starve to death than eat it...

…

When the mercenaries were going to the pack team to collect supplies, select goods, or spend money to have some fun, a large group of bargaining traders was surrounding the quartermaster not far from the pack team.

Of course, the oil and water on the front line is not only the food and clothing of the mercenaries, but also the trading of war supplies.

As long as there is a war, there will be spoils of war.

In the early years, Boulder City simply hired merchants to carry the bodies of these alien species and cannon fodder outside the city to prevent them from smelling and rotting at their doorsteps, causing plagues and larger waves.

Later, some smart people discovered that these slime mold variants such as gnawers and crawlers were high-quality "raw materials."

It only takes a little more time and cost to inactivate slime molds, and you can completely turn them into edible nutritional paste!

Although the nutritional paste synthesized in this way is not nutritious, who cares?

People who are truly nutritious will not eat that stuff.

Slaves in the south, especially the large farms in Jinchuan Province, were very interested in these things.

They are large and cheap, and have slightly higher nutritional value than green wheat. They can also supplement a small amount of protein, making slaves and livestock stronger.

Although it is more cost-effective to feed the slaves green wheat, the slaves will become thinner and thinner, and growing large amounts of green wheat will deplete the fertility of the soil.

But nutritional cream does not have this problem.

Not only nutritional pastes, but also organic fertilizers, bio-oils, food additives, etc., can all be extracted from the aliens.

Although the recovery efficiency is average, maybe even 10% is not enough, the amount of these alien species is large enough and the cost is low.

Later, the technology gradually matured and formed a certain industrial scale, and businessmen began to help Boulder City deal with the corpses caused by the wave for free.

Now, it has simply become necessary to give the militiamen a bargaining chip in order to transport the corpses away from here, and the price is rising every year.

It's the same this year.

Judging from the excited expressions and words on the faces of the businessmen, it was clear that they had not reached an agreement with the militiamen of Boulder City.

"50 points and a ton of chips?! Why don't you grab it?"

"The wave from the year before last was still 20 chips! Don't think we have forgotten it!"

"That's too much!"

However, the quartermaster didn't bother to pay attention to them and said impatiently.

"If you can't afford it, get out."

There are fifty chips for one ton of corpses. If you really use this price to buy this garbage back, it will be completely unprofitable if you don’t achieve a yield rate of more than 30%!

But how is it possible to get that high?

No matter how much the merchants surrounding the quartermaster tried their best and promised all kinds of tricks, they couldn't make this guy relent.

Even though they had no choice but to shake their heads and disperse.

When someone left, they even said harsh words - "Let the nobles in the inner city deal with these troubles themselves", and then left in a rage.

The militiamen standing nearby didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

As long as he disrespects the city lord without naming anyone, no one will complain about him at all.

Ditwi returned to the pack team angrily.

Originally, he expected to contract a one-hundred-ton corpse disposal business after completing the supply business.

Not far from the pack team.

A group of merchants who deal in grain gathered together and whispered to each other in low voices.

"I heard that this year's batch of 'trophies' were all taken care of by Weijia Trading Company."

Hearing the name Weijia Trading Company, many merchants had expressions of fear on their faces.

This firm is well-known in the business district of Boulder City. Not only did it invest in two large farms covering an area of ​​over 10,000 acres in the south, it also operated the largest food and beverage factory in Boulder City at that time. It is said that it occupied more than 50% of the market in Boulder City. share.

Its "Weiyu Brand Canned Meat" and "Weiyu Special Double Beef Patties" are not only popular in Boulder City, but also exported to neighboring provinces.

The owner of this business firm is named Weijia, but there are also rumors that the real boss is someone else. Weijia was pushed to the front desk and is just a tool to make money for the big shots in the inner city.

Regardless of whether the rumors are true or not, it is impossible for these self-employed people who do small business to compete with a giant like Witte Trading Company.

No wonder the quartermaster ignored them.

"This is Chi Guoguo's monopoly!"

Ditwe couldn't help but ask.

"When did these greedy leeches even get involved in the nutritional cream?"

Nutrient paste.

It can be said that it is a low-end product with the thinnest profit margin among all foods, especially the low-quality nutritional paste synthesized from slime mold.

The old merchant, whose face was covered with wrinkles, glanced at the back of the pack team and pointed at the guards on horseback and the two-headed ox beside them loaded with goods.

"I heard that a certain big shot outsourced more than half of the logistics orders on the front line to them, so they rushed to open a factory that produces nutritional creams a year ago... but the names are not 'Weiyan' and 'Weiyute'嗽’ brand.”

A businessman said.

"I remember... it was a very large quantity?"

Another merchant nodded.

"Yes, I remember that's the name too. Mr. House's radio station even advertised it!"

Ditwe couldn't help scolding you.

"Shameful insider deal!"

The other merchants also cursed in their hearts.

These shameless rascals!

They were not even given a sip of soup!

At this time, a merchant suddenly spoke up.

"I heard... there was also a wave in the north this year?"

Someone nodded in agreement.

"And the scale is not small... the night before last, they seemed to have bought incendiary bombs from the militia."

Ditwei frowned and asked the young merchant who started the topic.

"North? Do you mean the northern suburbs?"

"I thought that was the territory of the Bone Chewing Tribe."

The young merchant who first started the topic said with a smile.

"You are too isolated from information. It's obvious that you haven't been to the northern suburbs for a long time! I have the latest news. I heard that a month ago, the survivors in the northern suburbs drove away the people of the bone chewing tribe." The old merchant with wrinkles on his face also nodded. "Well... I did hear a little rumor. Those people seemed to have intervened in the war between Honghe Town and the Snake Clan? I just don't know if it's true or not." The young merchant opened the kettle, drank a sip of water slowly and said. "More than that." Ditwei, who was interested, asked him hurriedly. "Tell me quickly." The merchants next to him were the same, and they all cast their expectant eyes on the young man in front of them. There are too few merchants going north, and even fewer coming back from the north. You can hardly hear rumors about the north in the tavern. Recently, the Boulder City Voice radio station is busy advertising and does not report the situation there at all, so that most people's impression of the northern suburbs is still stuck in last winter.

I heard that the survivors there were tortured by the cold winter, and I don't know if those people survived.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, the young man smiled slightly and continued to speak slowly.

"The Bone Chewing Tribe is their mortal enemy, so they naturally have to get involved in the war against the Bone Chewing Tribe. In addition, the miners in Red River Town are happy to buy more practical weapons at a cheaper price, and they have made a fortune from it."

"These people are very smart. They invested the money they earned in the wasteland in the north and bought second-hand equipment from Boulder City. Agriculture and industry are flourishing."

"No Not only that, they also made a lot of things... For example, a bomb that can fly far without an airplane, which is said to have caused a lot of trouble for the looters who besieged Red River Town. In addition, they also provide mercenaries,"

Ditwei was surprised: "I heard that the group in the northern suburbs are blue coats? Shelter residents? Are those people so good at fighting?"

This completely overturned his impression of the blue gophers.

Those people are willing to come out of the warm room?

The young businessman continued: "Not only can they fight, there are also a lot of things there. Have you been to the Queen of the Night Bar?"

When the Queen of the Night Bar was mentioned, the topic suddenly became unserious.

Although these merchants are not wealthy, they have plenty of money in their pockets. Even if they have not spent money there, they must have had some business there.

Someone soon interrupted excitedly.

"I remembered it when you mentioned it. I heard that they seem to have made some silk products that are not so strong recently?"

"The Grey Squirrel Clothing Store seems to be selling them. I bought a few sets a few days ago for my old lover. But it took me a long time to convince her to wear them."

"Hahaha."

Everyone's face showed a smile that everyone understood, but the young man who brought up the topic before stopped talking and just smiled as he watched everyone chatting.

Ditwei was not in the mood to chat. His mind was on making money.

A wave broke out in the northern suburbs as well?

There are many fields planted there?

Maybe...

I should try my luck there.

Ditwei felt his palms getting hot, looked at the merchants around him, and quietly sat next to the young man.

"Brother, do you have any connections?"

The young man saw the expression on his face and understood what he was thinking, and said with a smile.

"Of course, I am also lucky to have made a small fortune."

Ditwei carefully looked at the man's outfit, which did not look like cheap goods. The holster hanging on his waist was made of deerskin.

This is not common in Boulder City. Most of the leather goods used by mercenaries and merchants are made of wild boar skin and hyena skin.

After all, deer herds do not pass through this area every year, and high-quality reindeer are rare. Usually, as soon as they appear on the market, they are bought by those who are really rich.

The most important thing is that this guy is young enough.

It is precisely because of this youth that Ditwei cannot figure out his true "strength".

Ditwei laughed, took out a cigarette from his pocket and passed it over, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

"I'm Ditway, I'm in the food business in Boulder City, and I've been helping the militia deal with corpses for more than a decade. To be honest, those damn guys are really mean, I just throw them away like rags after using them, so if you plan to do business with them, be careful." The young man didn't refuse his cigarette, but he didn't light it immediately. After taking it, he hung it behind his ear and said with a smile. "I'm not in the food business, I'm in the gas mask business."

"Gas mask? You thing, that's much more profitable than nutritional ointment!" Ditwei gave a thumbs up hypocritically, rolled his eyes, and then chuckled, "Brother, if you have a way, you can help me. "I'm very interested in the wave in the northern suburbs. You know I'm in the food business, so it doesn't conflict with your wishes."

The young man said with a faint smile.

"How do you know I'm not interested in doing food business? After listening to you guys for a long time, I think I'm quite profitable?"

This guy.

Even though he is young, his appetite is quite big!

Aren't you afraid of dying?

Ditwi muttered something in his mind, but still had a fawning smile on his face.

"Okay, we haven't had a man in this business for a long time. I can teach you how to do this business! Believe me, you won't be able to eat all the goods by yourself. If you help me, I will definitely help you! "

The young man skillfully took out a stack of business cards from his pocket and handed them to Ditwei's hands, as well as to the hands of the merchants who had been listening with interest.

"I'm Shuyu, this is my business card."

"The rulers of the northern suburbs are considering recycling the 'garbage' produced by Inspur, and I have recently been planning to purchase a batch of goods from the northern suburbs."

"If you are interested in the market in the north, you can come to me at the address on the business card."

…

Northern suburbs industrial zone.

A brand-new factory building was vacated and put up with our brand - [Baqi Aluminum Factory]. The material produced by us is naturally the A3 type aviation aluminum material that we have recently developed.

Bach may not be the most skilled in the professional field, but he is definitely a master in business.

He himself comes from a businessman family, and his family is in the liquor business, and according to him, the scale is quite small.

Since this guy was so capable, Chu Guang simply made full use of his talents and directly asked him to be the director of the factory that produces these materials.

As an entrepreneur with an "engineering background," Chu Guang has high hopes for his future.

"...Vault 404 is a permanent partner of the company. Sooner or later, our silver coins will be listed in Ideal City and even have an independent exchange. Don't think these coins are useless, they will become a part of this wasteland The most valuable thing.”

"Come on, I can guarantee you that your career will surprise your father. When others mention your name again, you will be one of the greatest entrepreneurs in the wasteland, not someone The son of an unknown wine merchant."

"They will personally call you——Mr. Ba!"

The entrance to the industrial area.

Listening to the pie that Chu Guang drew for him, Bach couldn't help but say something.

"You might as well build another ideal city in the middle of Middle Continent...and my father is not unknown, he is quite famous in the Cloud Province!"

Only a little though!

Chu Guang's eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers.

"Building another ideal city in the middle of the country? This idea sounds good. I can include it in the next five-year plan."

Bucky: "..."

Is this guy serious?

After a pause, Tie Can, who was standing in front of Chu Guang, relaxed his shoulders and continued talking.

"Your proposal is indeed very attractive. I did have such a dream before, but now... to be honest, I want to become a human again."

Chu Guang patted his shoulder gently.

"I have always treated you as a human being, my friend, and there is no truth in that statement."

"Besides, you should have seen that in addition to handsome young men and beautiful girls, our team also includes lizards, bears, androids, and even rat-men that you have never seen before... They are all our partners. , we will not look at them differently just because they look different from us.”

"As long as they abide by the rules and be willing to be useful people to society."

These heartfelt words may have touched Bach.

Chu Guang could feel that there was a hint of emotion and hope in the scarlet pupils under the tin can.

Bach, who cheered up again, looked at Chu Guang and said seriously.

"I admit, I do feel what you said with you. No one except you is willing to accept me like this."

"I will do my best to help you, and I hope you can keep your promise and help me become a normal person again."

Chu Guang nodded slightly.

"I promise you."