This Game Is Too Realistic

"Boss, do you think they will come from here?" The strong man with a steel nail embedded in his nose said excitedly as his index finger repeatedly rubbed the rifle wrapped with tape.

"Definitely..."

In the middle of an abandoned building covered with moss and vines, a man in a leather jacket holds a telescope and stares intently at the street ahead.

His name is Black, he lives in the slums beyond the giant wall, and he is a bounty hunter who fights for pay.

He is also an awakener.

Although he lives in a slum, the reason is not because of poverty.

For an awakened person, it is not difficult to move into the outer city. No mercenary group will refuse an awakened person to join the group, as long as the ability is not particularly useless.

However, Blake didn't want to live a life of being controlled by others. In the eyes of others, that huge wall was the dividing line between barbarism and civilization, but in his eyes, it was a useless cement cage. Only cowards needed protection from others.

The truly strong ones rely on their own fists.

Last night, he received a mission from his client at the Pirate Bay Tavern.

The employee did not want to be named, but he spent a lot of money. He paid him a 1,000-face-value chip as a deposit and said he would give him two more after the incident.

Such large denomination chips are rarely circulated on the surface, and usually only the nobles in the inner city use them. Ordinary shops can't be found at all, so you need to go to a bank to change money.

After seeing the deposit, Blake's eyes turned into colorful chips, and he accepted the task without saying a word.

Although generally speaking, the more expensive the reward, the more dangerous the task, but he was not very worried.

Firstly, he has absolute confidence in his own strength, and secondly, the content of the commission does not sound very difficult.

The envoys of the New Alliance are heading to Boulder City. For the future of Boulder City, the mysterious hireling hopes that he can intercept the envoys halfway.

He doesn't need to kill everyone, he just needs to launch a sudden attack to teach the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs a profound lesson, let them learn to be courteous and polite, and take the so-called friendly cooperation agreement with them wherever they come from. .

Blake licked the corners of his mouth excitedly, but as time passed, his eyes suddenly became unnatural.

"...There's something wrong."

Why haven't people reached the ambush circle yet?

Was it discovered in advance?

Logically speaking this is impossible.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered a rumor circulating in the Pirate Bay Tavern.

There is a mysterious "䮍Jue任" awakener in the northern suburbs, and a group of mercenaries once fell into their hands.

Blake's expression gradually became serious.

If this rumor is true, maybe the other party has discovered them.

"Everyone is ready to fight."

With a low drink, he gestured to the brothers next to him, then picked up the RPG launch tube on the ground and inserted a high-explosive grenade into it.

He bought this thing from the weapons store.

Although the explosion and armor-breaking capabilities are not as good as the rocket launcher produced by Boulder City Military Industry, it is still better than the short and powerful Iron Fist.

The most important thing is that it is cheap and can be reloaded. Even if the mid-range hit rate is not very good, not everyone needs that thing.

Just like not everyone needs to face evolution.

The brothers next to him were also ready. The submachine guns and automatic rifles in their hands were loaded, and the heavy machine gunner hidden in the building also clicked the bolt.

The silent streets are filled with murderous intent.

Although the fighting has not started yet, it seems that the smell of blood can already be smelled.

Blake waited quietly, adjusting the rhythm of his breathing.

However, at this moment, a loud explosion suddenly came from a window 200 meters away from him.

Boom——!

He suddenly looked over and saw a figure being thrown out of the window, with a long-drawn scream, and was thrown to pieces on the sloping concrete broken bridge.

That's Fang Yan's heavy machine gun position!

The one who was thrown down earlier was his partner!

Blake's eyes instantly became bloodshot, and anger and fear were written in his pupils.

"Damn it! Lute!!"

How was he found? !

But it was too late to think about this problem now. Without saying a word, he raised the launch tube and pulled the trigger towards the window.

There was just a whooshing sound, and a stream of tail flames flew across the window diagonally opposite.

The blast of air and flames surged out from the dark ruins, even scorching the moss on the wall.

At this moment, Blake roared at the top of his lungs with red eyes.

"Tear them apart!"

On the other side, in the window where an RPG was fired, an agile player climbed up from the ground, shaking his head.

His ID is called [Murderous Dagger], and Alpha version 0.5 has entered the game. Since the words "kill" and "zhi dagger" are not easy to pronounce, buddies who are familiar with him call him sha dagger.

As an agile player at LV15, his ability is to convert half of his reflex nerves into perception of the environment.

Although under the current version, the perception person has a faint tendency to inherit the position of the younger brother of the intelligence person, but for stealth players, this talent is just right!

The polymer material bulletproof plate of the light cavalry's exoskeleton blocked most of the fragments, but the shock wave of the explosion still shook his internal organs to the point of displacement.

But since he couldn't feel any pain, he felt even more distressed about his equipment and the flying trophies at the moment.

"Damn it - my armor!"

And that heavy machine gun!

He was about to seize it, but when a barrel came at him, it was blown away by him.

It’s a killer plot!

Targeted by a dog plan!

Just as he was cursing, Lao Dong's voice came over the communication frequency.

"...How is the situation over there?"

"I'm okay...the other party has heavy firepower."

"Need support?"

"No, no, no," Sha Dagger chuckled, "Leave it to us!"

There are three people in the investigation team. In addition to him, there are also [Kidney Fighter] and [Good names are given to dogs].

One of the two is a strength warrior, and the other is a perception warrior, with levels 15 and 14 respectively. Like him, they are veteran players who entered the game in the Alpha 0.5 version.

Before joining the Burning Corps, the three of them had formed a team together to do map painting and missions.

Reaching out and tapping twice on the side of the helmet, Sha Dagger moved along the half-collapsed stairwell while communicating with his teammates about the situation.

"Kidney, you bitch, what's going on over there?"

The answer came quickly to my ears.

"...The peripheral defenses have been lifted and are being implemented on the mansion floor. Where are you over there? I thought I heard something explode just now."

"I took a shot, it's okay... I'm on my way to the support position and I expect to arrive in one minute."

"Copy that, stay safe."

"Quick victory!"

There were loud gunshots and flashes of fire in the ruins.

After releasing the small drone on their shoulders, the two players wearing exoskeletons held rifles in their hands and advanced all the way, nimbly shuttled over the damaged concrete ruins.

The light cavalry exoskeleton can exert unparalleled maneuverability in urban terrain, especially complex ruins. Places that ordinary people can't reach by jumping can be easily climbed by wearing a light exoskeleton.

The screams of his men kept coming from downstairs.

Listening to the gunshots getting closer and closer, Blake's eyes were filled with fear and anger.

In the end, all the emotions turned into a roar, and the muscles all over his body began to swell outwards, like a coiled python, and his eyes were bloodshot and exuding a penetrating red.

"I'll fight with you!!"

A steel needle was pierced into his thigh, and with a roar from his mouth, Blake left the bunker, grabbed a rusty steel plate, and hit the flickering gunfire at the other end of the corridor.

Every cell in his body swelled to the limit, and his whole body was like a crazy tank. As he charged with meteoric strides, the floor tiles in the entire corridor screamed.

The bullets hit the steel plate, leaving only dents, and the 7 mm full-power bullet was unable to penetrate it!

At such a close distance, it would be too late to use a rocket launcher, and it was impossible for the investigation team to bring that thing.

"Holy shit! Is this guy crazy?!"

The dog looked surprised, but after playing the game for so long, he had never seen anything before.

Before he even looked at him, the Kidney Fighter next to him put down the assault rifle in his hand and let out a low growl when he pulled out his engineer shovel.

"Go crazy!"

The strength in his body surged, and he advanced instead of retreating, charging towards the muscular monster.

A hint of surprise flashed across his fleshy face, but it soon turned into an arrogant laugh.

"If you want to die - I will kill you!!" Black roared angrily and hit the steel plate.

Exoskeleton?

Drone?

Those precious gadgets are nothing compared to pure power!

His muscles are the most powerful engine!

Boom! ! !

The collision of metal and metal made a sonorous roar.

However, the person in front of him was not knocked out as he expected.

The steel plate he was holding in his hand seemed to have hit a wall, shaking slightly and then not moving at all.

A trace of surprise appeared on Blake's face, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

He suddenly opened the steel plate, pulled out the mace hidden inside the steel plate, and pointed it at the head of the exoskeleton.

The sonorous chirping sounded again.

I saw that the man was holding a shovel with a very different style from the high-tech equipment in his hand, and he actually took the blow with force!

Blake was frightened and frightened, especially when a slight tingling came from his tiger's mouth.

"Haha! Well done!"

The man shouted something he didn't understand, and the engineer shovel in his hand drew an arc and slashed towards his head.

Blake hurriedly raised the mace in his hand to block, and there were two loud clanging sounds, which actually made his wife take two steps back.

The man seemed tireless, waving the engineering shovel in his hand like a windmill.

Even though the steel had been deformed by the smashing, it still kept greeting him at the door.

Blake was scared, with a trace of fear written on his face.

No matter how stupid he is, he clearly realizes at this moment that the person in front of him is an awakened one!

And his strength is not inferior to him at all!

Under the support of the exoskeleton, the warhead driven by muscles and motors in real time came like a violent storm.

Not only was he not tired at all, but the man became more and more courageous as he fought.

Body functions are pushed to the limit.

Blake couldn't resist anymore, she pulled away from her, knelt on the ground with a thump, raised her arms and begged for mercy.

"I surrender!"

The few surviving brothers behind him were stunned on the spot and looked at each other. However, seeing that the boss had surrendered, they finally put down their weapons.

Staring at the level BOSS kneeling on the ground, the player called Kidney Fighter was slightly stunned, and the raised engineer shovel stopped in the air.

He was having a great time.

Why did he surrender?

Get up and continue!

Kneeling on the ground, Black shivered and sweated. The look in the eyes of the man in front of him made him feel uneasy.

But he really couldn't fight anymore.

At this time, the two players heard the panting voice of their teammates.

"Damn, I'm finally here... I've reached the support position. Which floor are you on? Why did the gunfire stop? Is everyone okay?"

"...It's over. The boss surrendered," Goudong said with a subtle expression, "You can go down."

Kill Dagger: "%￥#@!"

...

On the top of a building not far away, a woman covered in alloy stood there quietly.

The black mirror and helmet covered her entire head, and her gender could only be determined from her body shape.

At first glance, she seemed to be wearing an exoskeleton, but a closer look revealed that the helmet and mirror were non-detachable parts, connected to her neck.

She had no name, only an X-16 number written on her left chest and on the processor buried in her chest.

A small and exquisite electronic sparrow landed on her shoulder, and a string of dark green characters flashed across its smart black eyes.

X-16 nodded silently, looked forward with a dark mirror, and spoke in a cold electronic voice.

"... bait captured."

"Do you need to activate plan B?"

The answer came from the communication channel.

"No, come on."

X-16 nodded.

"Yes."

Not long after the voice fell, the figure standing on the roof had already left quietly.

As if he had never been here...

...

On the other side.

Blake and his 10 men with dejected faces, under the guard of three players wearing exoskeletons, walked out of the abandoned building with their hands on their heads.

When he saw the seven soldiers standing next to the delegation, Blake couldn't help but show a trace of despair on his face.

Until a few seconds ago, he naively thought that the three people he had just met were the strongest fighting force of the New Alliance delegation.

However, the seven warriors wearing exoskeletons standing in front of him at this moment were no less powerful than those three.

Especially the one standing in the front, whose strength was unfathomable!

At this moment, he finally realized how stupid it was to take on this mission.

The weapons he received were put together.

Looking at the RPG launcher on the ground, the old man's face was filled with surprise.

"Bazooka, where did you get it from?"

He said this in human language.

Blake answered cautiously.

"...The black men in the slums sell this stuff."

The weapon store in the Boulder City actually has it, but the shelf is not big, and there is only a small launcher.

Explosives with an equivalent of more than 50 grams are not allowed to be brought into the giant wall. After payment, you need to pick up the goods at the trade station outside the giant wall.

It seems that all the survivor settlements on the wasteland are like this.

Luka came over, looked down at Blake who was squatting on the ground with his hands on his head, and said in a deep voice.

"Who sent you here?"

Seeing the plot being triggered, the players around looked at this place with interest.

"I don't know..."

Blake said tremblingly, and suddenly saw that everyone looked at him unfriendly, and hurriedly explained, "I really don't know, I, I am also a collector, and the boss I contacted is a frequent visitor to the Pirate Bay Tavern, his name is Bit... You can go and ask the bartender there, they all know that person."

"Collector?" Luka stared at him with a frown, "Those people asked you to What to do? How much did they pay you? "

"My boss only told me to bring people here to ambush you, and then gave me... 1,000 chips as a deposit," Blake said with flattery and flattery on his face, begging, "I am willing to give you all my property, just ask you to spare my life."

Without listening carefully to the bounty hunter's plea, old Luca's face was solemn.

Although he expected that his trip would not be too long, in order to avoid long sleep, he deliberately arranged the signing time very close, not to give those who had ill intentions any chance.

However, they were still targeted.

The old man cast an inquiring look at Luca.

"How to deal with these captives?" Luka pondered for a while and spoke. "Let the administrator handle it." He then showed the VM, the coordinates set on the map, and looked at the old man. "The Guards will send people to collect the captives. Please arrange two people to wait here for a while." The old man nodded and looked at the two agile players beside him. "The NPC who is collecting the captives is on the way here. You guys stay here and wait for them to come up." The two nodded in unison. "OK!" "No problem!" ... The captives and spoils were left where they were, and two people were sent out to guard them, and the group continued on their way. If we back down because of this difficulty, we will undoubtedly play into the other party's trap.

Old Luca made up his mind that no matter what happened, he must take that agreement with him.

At the same time, in the outer city of Boulder City, there was a building with a full industrial feel.

A man in formal attire sat in the office, quietly studying the holographic image projected on the desk surface.

Although it is an office, there is nothing simple about it.

The entire room is completely designed according to the standards of a presidential suite in an inner city hotel.

From the table in front of him to the bed in the next room, every piece of furniture was imported from Ideal City.

His name is Ibers, the director of Jushi Military Industry.

As the underground emperor of the outer city of Boulder City, he is the only one in the entire outer city who has the financial resources to enjoy all this.

Only he deserves such enjoyment.

Standing next to the man, the secretary with a slightly older face said softly.

"...Their strength is surprising."

Ibbers nodded and said expressionlessly.

"Well, he should have mastered some kind of technology that can induce awakening."

"And the strength of the awakening performance is not weak."

Although inducing arousal is not easy, it is not impossible to achieve.

When a population is in a life-and-death crisis, one or two strong and unreasonable individuals will always be born.

Superimposed on the achievements in the field of genetic engineering during the People's Federation era, this special situation has been infinitely magnified, leading to the so-called "awakening" - this is the most mainstream view.

Even without relying on any technical means, awakened people can be born naturally in some survivor colonies.

And if some technical means are adopted, it can also be done to induce individuals with potential to actively awaken.

Although this comes with a range of risks including reproductive isolation.

Ibers had heard of this type of technology, and he even knew of more than a dozen technical routes for inducing awakening.

Jushi Military Industry has mastered two of them, and it is meaningless to master one more.

They will regularly produce a batch of cloned babies, select a few who have the potential to awaken and train them intensively, and throw those without potential into orphanages in slums or dispose of them.

Although the screening is not 100% accurate, as long as the overall yield rate is greater than 80%, it is enough for them.

For Jushi Military Industry, the Awakened One is just a "cost-effective, low-yield" piece of equipment. Their military industry capabilities rely not just on one or two pieces of equipment, but on the entire system.

However……

What frightened Ibbers was.

The new alliance has too many of these cost-effective equipment.

The secretary standing next to him obviously thought about it with him.

"...If their ordinary soldiers, the Awakeneds, have such combat power, I'm afraid they will have to mobilize militia groups to deal with them."

According to the intelligence they investigated, the New Alliance has an Awakened Corps with a size of between 1,000 and 3,000, and this is also the reason for them to announce the Northern Expedition.

Although their high-tech equipment is limited, sometimes numbers are a terrifying force.

"...Besides, these people always give me the feeling that something is wrong."

Ibbers asked casually.

"Which aspect are you talking about?"

"In every sense," after a pause, the secretary continued clearly, "They don't look like normal people, but they don't look like clones either. They look more like special beings in between."

"I suggest that we increase communication with them, and it is best to find out what is going on with these people."

There are countless monsters in the wasteland, but this incident happened on their doorstep after all.

Ibers thought for a moment and nodded slowly.

"You're right, this really needs to be studied."

The old secretary said respectfully: "Do you need me to arrange for the Director of the Government Department to meet with you?"

"No need, I called him last night and things are developing in the direction we expected."

The old secretary continued: "Although I say so... Mr. Dulong seems to have encountered some trouble."

Ibbers raised his eyelids.

"What trouble?"

"Workers surrounded the Government Office. They are not satisfied with the results of the negotiations between Dulong and the new alliance and demand renegotiation."

Ibers was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"interesting."

…

A long time ago, Boulder City was not a city, nor could it even be called a settlement of survivors, but just a building.

Like other survivors in the apocalypse, the people living there are struggling to survive the apocalypse.

However, at this time, a group of people came here and told the people in the building——

"We will build walls for you, and we will give you swords, seeds, and torches."

"However, the unreliable alliance is collapsing, and our lifespan is in the wind."

"For the future of all of us, please hold on to the last fire."

"Until the end——"

Later, as time went by, more and more people gathered in front of the "flame".

Everyone gathered firewood and the flames were high, and the fire burned more and more fiercely. Although it was not as good as the prosperous era, it still retained a trace of warmth.

Gradually, the original building and surrounding blocks became the inner city, while the buffer zone between the inner city and the giant wall developed into the outer city.

Nowadays, even the huge outer city is not enough to accommodate all the people. People who cannot enter the giant wall build shacks outside the wall, or spread to the surrounding areas, forming villages like Beit Street.

Of course, if you are unlucky, you may be caught by slave traders and sold to a place like Brown Farm.

"...Or, simply become the food for mutants, predators, and alien species."

After listening to Xia Yan's "history", Chu Guang spoke thoughtfully.

"That group of people...is it called the Post-War Reconstruction Committee?"

He has seen Dr. Principle's video over and over again. Although there is no mention of Boulder City in it, it does mention the mysterious organization of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee many times.

Two centuries ago, there should have been no big forces such as companies, legions, or colleges in the wasteland. The Torch Church only appeared more than ten years ago.

It is only possible to build such a towering giant wall on the ruins.

"Then I don't know. I heard that there are other versions, but these are the stories I know..."

Sitting on the sofa in the reading room, Xia Yan held a cup of hot milk with cocoa in her hand and blew on it gently.

She didn't know why Chu Guang suddenly became interested in the story from 200 years ago, but she happened to have heard a little about it.

For the sake of the chocolate, it doesn't hurt to chat with him for a while.

Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully and pressed a few buttons on the keyboard.

Xia Yan looked curiously at Chu Guang, who was staring at the computer meticulously. The slightly curved bionic prosthetic body was casually placed on the other well-shaped leg.

"Do you keep a diary?"

"Diary?" Chu Guang was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Why do you think so."

Xia Yan blinked.

"Because it feels like you write every day."

After stopping what he was doing and thinking for a moment, Chu Guang spoke.

"...Well, it's more like weaving a dream than a diary."

Xia Yan rolled his eyes helplessly.

"You said something difficult to understand again."

Chu Guang smiled faintly and said nothing.

Everything he said was true, but he rarely finished a sentence.

In this regard, politics and sales are really similar.

It's just that the things sold are different.

After completing the world view and setting set, Chu Guang logged into the official website forum and took a look.

It's not time to go offline yet, and the players are all playing the game, but the excitement on the forum has not diminished at all.

Two hours ago, the silver coin trading platform reopened, and the trading price has gone through more than a dozen roller coaster rounds, making the onlookers who were eating melons scream and scream.

"Damn it! It's broken!"

"Awesome!"

"Why did it drop to single digits?!"

"Big guys, please give me some help! Don't give up, just lift the silver coins to the sky!"

"Damn! Who is throwing it!!"

Since the gossip section prohibits topics related to Aiyu, similar posts were blocked in the Aiyi section.

The leeks focused on the price, but Chu Guang was flipping through the information on big orders in the background.

Even without using Xiaoqi's computing power, he can roughly judge based on the capital flow that the major forces in reality are consciously increasing their holdings of the air coins he issued.

We even hired professional traders.

"...It seems that this battery has quite a lot of energy."

A smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.

If they decide to misunderstand themselves as an extraterrestrial civilization and regard "Wasteland OL" as some kind of fable containing enlightenment, then let them continue to misunderstand.

This is not a bad thing.

It is only natural to reward those who work hard.

Although he can't go to that world, he still hopes that his little players can live a better life.

At this moment, Xiao Qi's voice suddenly floated over.

"Owner."

The assistant AI was almost ptsd in its ability to report worries but not good news. Chu Guang nervously looked at the puppet sitting at the corner of the table.

"What's up?"

Being looked at like this, Xiao Qi showed an embarrassed expression and a shy smile.

However, that doesn't make the bad news good news.

"You only have the last two qualifications left for the closed beta test."

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment.

"There are only two left? Didn't I say that the distribution volume will be reduced when the qualifications for the closed beta test are almost exhausted?"

Xiao Qi said aggrievedly: "I did as you asked... Last week, the number of qualifications distributed per day was reduced to 10, and this week it has been reduced a little bit, but the number is only that much."

Although it also wants to help Chu Guang recruit more players, it has no choice but to set the "recruitment limit".

Chu Guang didn't speak today, Xiao Qi whispered.

"Do you want to change it to one every day?"

Or you can get a gold coin every day and collect 10 to exchange for a discount coupon to buy a helmet.

Xia Yan tilted his head, not understanding what Chu Guang and the ornament on the table were saying.

"That's not necessary. The last two have hair extensions."

After taking a look at the tasks in the work log, Chu Guang pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

"...It seems that contact with Vault 101 must be put on the agenda as soon as possible."

In order to make Pai happy, he specially sent a well-behaved, understanding and cute little fish to act as her "exclusive customer service".

I don’t know what the situation is like over there...

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(Thanks to the leader of "czhang59" for the reward!!!)