This Game Is Too Realistic

Downstairs of the Jushi Military Industrial Building.

He looked up at the sky, standing like a baboon with a murderous dagger, and said with a sad look on his face.

"Damn it! Why can't I fly!"

The dog standing aside had all the good names given to him. He glanced at his excavator-like hands and said with a playful smile.

"With your two iron lumps, taking you is like taking two less people. If you scratch your head, the plane will be demolished. You'd better save yourself."

The Kidney Fighter patted him on the shoulder.

"That's right, save it."

Murderous Dagger said with a sad look on his face.

"I want to dismantle this thing."

He now feels the pain of alien players.

Regardless of whether it is ugly or not, the fact that it cannot use conventional weapons is uncomfortable enough.

If he had known better, he should have followed the example of Mosquito, installed a slot for a little more spine, and installed two big fists as extra prosthetics, instead of directly replacing the two original arms.

This makes more sense.

"Rich people..."

"You are too messy."

Kidney Fighter and Good Dog looked at this guy with envy.

The modification fee for mechanical prosthetics is not free, and may account for one-third or even one-half of the total price depending on the situation.

Murderous Dagger smiled sheepishly.

"Don't panic, you can sell it second-hand, hehe."

The kidney fighter rolled his eyes and comforted himself.

“How the hell would you buy this thing!”

Not wanting to get entangled in this regretful issue, Murderous Dagger changed the subject.

"By the way, why don't you go with the plane?"

The Kidney Fighter sighed.

"Hey, I won't accompany you."

"Brothers!"

Murderous Dagger raised his hand in excitement, wanting to slap Brother Shen on the shoulder, but he was so frightened that the latter ducked away in a cold sweat.

"Fuck! Do you want to kill me?"

All the good names are given to dogs: "Hahahaha!"

After the preparations were completed, twelve trucks drove to the east gate of Boulder City and drove out of the city along the road under the viaduct.

On the other side, two Viper transport planes also left the apron, their belly engines spraying plasma plumes, flying south like two dragonflies one in front and one behind.

Sitting next to the cabin window, Chen Yutong looked at the gradually shrinking giant wall and the ruins of high-rise buildings outside the giant wall, with his eyes in trance.

Several cows and horses on the same plane looked at Ms. Chen's back and played animal world jokes on the communication channel.

"Spring is coming."

"All things revive."

"It's the breeding season for animals again."

"The male turtle lies down——"

"Shut up."

Knowing that he couldn't argue, Lao Bai simply killed the most aggressive ones.

Everyone was honest for a while.

But not long after, a few restless guys began to whisper in private.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that that guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, Lao Bai, couldn't hold back his loneliness." Ye Shi smacked his tongue and said with a smirk on his face.

Kuangfeng glanced at him helplessly.

"Why are you so excited about my partner?"

"Don't you care about me, brother?" Ye Shi chuckled and turned his attention to Fang Chang, "By the way, where is your Dolly? Why don't you give her a gift?"

Fang Chang coughed.

"It's enough for me to ask her to walk me to the door...Speaking of the fact that you love Guan Xin so much, you'd better take care of yourself."

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, but soon came to his senses and said with a smile.

"What do I have to worry about...I never stop playing games."

Seeing the young man's confident look, Fang Chang chuckled, suddenly his eyes moved, and he said something pointedly.

"Don't feel embarrassed. It's not unusual to have someone here."

Seeing Fang Chang winking with himself, Guangfeng was slightly stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded in realization, and followed meaningfully.

"Indeed."

Without waiting for Ye Shi to speak, Fang Chang continued to talk about Yu.

"Let's just talk about Wasteland OL. In fact, there are many players who want to talk to NPCs, but most players prefer privacy and rarely disclose it to other people."

For example, he himself never shows affection in public places. It's just that the good brothers in the group are so enthusiastic that everyone on the official website knows about it.

Ye Shi scratched his head.

"Actually, there aren't many... First of all, language is a problem, and secondly, culture and habits are also another aspect."

He didn't know what others thought, but he always felt it was weird to fall in love with an NPC.

It’s just a stand-alone game.

The problem is that this is an MMORPG!

Especially for games under testing, in theory, the development team collects player data all the time. Maybe the game is closed behind closed doors, but the game is live broadcast on the big screen in the conference room over there.

When he thought about doing that kind of thing, with countless OPs standing nearby watching, he couldn't help but clasp his toes on the ground, and at the same time, he felt a sudden admiration for the big-eyed brother.

How did he stand up in that situation? !

It’s simply impossible!

"Then you are wrong," Fang Chang smiled faintly as he looked at Ye Shi, whose eyes were hooded, and continued, "When it comes to feelings, those things you said are not a problem at all."

Ye Shi asked you in a low voice.

"Even if it is broadcast live——"

"Ahem! The development team will not peek into players' private lives... I asked Aguang, and he told me." Ye Dou was just halfway through his words when Fang Chang interrupted him in a hurry.

Good guy.

After laying the groundwork for a long time, I almost got myself into trouble.

Seeing Fang Chang's embarrassed expression, Ye Shishou laughed knowingly.

"I believe it!"

Ignoring the boy's malicious smile, Fang Chang cleared his throat, regained his composure and continued talking.

"In short, there is nothing strange about meeting NPCs. Especially the residents of the shelter have their own attraction buff for most wastelanders. In addition, the wastelanders are more enthusiastic and unrestrained in character, and some of them are usually reserved. The feeling is not very strong㱕It’s normal for players to suddenly fall in love with each other㱕.”

Ye Shi frowned and looked at him.

"What on earth do you want to say..."

Guangfeng suddenly opened his mouth.

"I heard that Fujido seems to have many suitors."

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment.

Without waiting for a second, his face quickly turned red.

"Wait... What does this have to do with Teng Teng?! Why did the topic suddenly jump to -"

"Not only is she beautiful, but she is also a rich woman."

Ignoring Ye Shi's incoherent words, Fang Chang gave Bang Feng a good job look, smiled knowingly and continued talking.

"Even if I suddenly get married one day, it's actually not a big surprise."

Guangfeng couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Haha, you are so bad."

Fang Chang raised his eyebrows at him.

"Same to you."

Quit smoking: “Hahaha!”

The cabin is filled with a happy atmosphere.

Ye Shi, who couldn't stop talking a few seconds ago, now looked at the wilderness outside the cabin with a look of despair on his face, and closed his mouth without speaking.

Looking at Ye Shi, who turned off the microphone, and laughed enough, he gave up smoking and coughed twice, turned around and said two more words to Ye Shi.

"Hey, you just like to bully Brother Ye Shi. Even an honest man like me can't stand it anymore!"

Fang Chang and Guang Feng subtly averted their eyes.

"Isn't this boring bragging?"

"That's right! This kid also makes fun of me..."

But speaking of it, Fang Chang was quite surprised.

I didn’t expect this guy to be a virgin...

The eight-hundred-kilometer flight was only two hours for the Viper. A bunch of good buddies were chatting and laughing on the plane, so the trip was not boring at all.

Around two o'clock in the afternoon.

On the horizon shrouded in mist, the outline of Jinhe City has vaguely emerged.

Concrete buildings stand on a lush plain, with hills and forests connecting the edges.

Jinhe City does not have the same high-tonnage and concentrated buildings as Qingquan City. There are only a few urban areas with high-rise buildings, and most urban areas are closer to the layout of a modern city - a towering center surrounded by a mediocre area. Qi'er cement box.

"What a big city..."

"It feels bigger than the real city!"

"That's no nonsense. There was an Era of Prosperity before the Wasteland Era. According to the description of the Era of Prosperity in the official website settings, there is no shadow of the Era of Prosperity in reality."

Looking towards the direction of Jinhe City, Fang Chang clicked on the VM map and compared the real terrain to confirm the approximate locations of several mission coordinates.

At this time, the NPC pilot sitting in the co-pilot seat suddenly said:

"There seems to be something going on near the landing site."

Anticipating that work was about to come, everyone stopped joking and looked serious.

"Let me see."

Moving to the left side of the cabin, Lao Bai looked towards the direction of Chenchen Town and tapped his helmet with his index finger.

The power armor helmet comes with a zoom function. You can see clearly at this distance even without a telescope.

After staring in the direction of Chenchen Town for a long time, Lao Bai gradually frowned.

"Militants were found near Chenchen Town, the size of which is about a hundred-man team... There are too many obstructions, and the specific number cannot be confirmed."

Guang Feng looked serious.

"Are you going to release the drone?"

Lao Bai nodded.

"To be on the safe side, let's fly a drone over to take a look."

No nonsense, Guangfeng immediately opened the drone backpack, took out a folding rotor Y-1 Firefly drone, and threw it out of the cabin like a paper airplane.

The drone slid by inertia for a while, then quickly unfolded its two pairs of folded rotors and sped towards the target airspace.

Just as the strong wind was making the drone fly over the target, Lao Bai continued to give orders in a deep voice.

"There is an abandoned logging farm two kilometers north of Chenchen Town. A group of people followed me and landed in the open space on the south side of the logging farm and walked to Chenchen Town."

"The second group is on standby in the air, turn on the weapon safety, and be ready to support at any time."

The pilot, who was sitting in the front driver's seat, made a gesture.

"receive!"

The two Vipers parted ways in the air, one dropped in height and flew toward the ground, while the other continued to move forward in the direction of Dust Town.

For a moment, Chenchen Town, a few kilometers away, was bustling with activity. A dark group of people stood outside the two-person-high fence gate.

They were in high spirits, some were carrying farm tools, some were carrying rifles, and they were shouting something at the people inside the door.

A missionary in a robe stood at the front of the team, looking arrogantly at the survivors behind the walls.

Emotions brewed for a moment.

He raised his hand to signal the people behind him to stop yelling, then faced the closed gate in front and said in a solemn and loud voice.

"Surrender."

"Hold your knees to the Son, kneel on the ground and pray for the forgiveness of the heavenly fire. This is your last chance."

"Otherwise, all of you will be demoted as slaves, and your descendants will work under the scorching sun all day long, and your labor will not be lifted even after death."

"I only give you two minutes to think about it."

After saying these words, he hurriedly turned around and retreated from the crowd behind him, leaving the believers beside him to continue calling the door.

He had finished pretending, and obviously this guy didn't want to be exposed to the enemy's gun for too long.

Looking at the evil guys outside the fence gate, the residents of the town had a hint of fear written on their faces.

But I'm afraid of returning.

Thinking of the three gods living in the town, most people calmed down, held the thing in their hands tightly, and stood ready behind the one-meter-high low wall.

What a torch!

What a holy son!

The invincible true god stands behind them, and has hunted countless wolves and hyenas who coveted them.

They already have their own patron saint, but they don't trust those invisible and intangible guys!

Wearing the Deathclaw's specialized "Hunter" exoskeleton, the garbage collector level 99 was standing by the window on the third floor of the town office, squinting at the people outside the town, thinking about how to get rid of those guys with the smallest casualties. .

It's a pity that Brother Mouse's combat effectiveness on the frontal battlefield is too low. He is only good at sneak attacks. The cute guy with agility is not very good, but he can't be said to be very strong.

Not to mention the survivors in the town, if two people die, their morale will collapse. In the end, they still have to rely on their own output.

But standing outside was a team of 100 people...

Difficult!

Standing next to Mr. Garbage, the mayor with spotted temples swallowed his saliva and nervously whispered a reminder.

"Sir... there are too many of them. If we really fight, we may suffer a loss."

His name is Qin Baitian, he is the mayor elected by the villagers of Chenchen Town, and he was also the gray prophet of the Horned Rat Cult at that time.

To be honest, he didn't really understand what the Horned Rat Cult and the Gray Prophet were, but it was the first time he saw the talking rat and the Death Claw, so he believed them immediately.

His idea is very simple and simple. Whoever can keep the residents of the town safe, he and the residents of the town will recognize who is the god here.

At first, Qin Baitian was extremely devout to the Horned Rat Cult, but then he found that all the surrounding settlements seemed to believe in the Torch Cult.

Being independent, they were not only squeezed out by the surrounding survivor settlements, but now they were also troubled.

It was a bit embarrassing to say it, but seeing such a battle, he was somewhat discouraged.

It would be great if the big horned deer god could rule this land together with the holy son who holds the torch high. He wouldn't mind adding an extra stick of incense to the temple.

The garbage man had no intention of giving in, and he didn't notice the mayor's thoughts. He stared out the window and cursed.

"I'm not blind... Damn it, why are there so many people in that Hope Town?"

"I'm afraid it's not just Hope Town...some of the people are from other settlements."

After cautiously glancing at the big lizard next to him, Qin Baitian continued cautiously and tactfully.

"Sir, it's not a good idea to go against all the survivors, especially since I heard that they seem to have won over the mutant tribes in this area. Those green-skinned guys are even worse. How about we talk to them? ”

Good guy!

And hooked up with a mutant!

These people must not be allowed to stay!

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Mr. Garbage's eyes, and for a moment, a "whoosh" sound passed through the air above the town.

Before anyone could recover, the flames of the explosion burst into flames from the roof of the small town mill, and then the billowing smoke engulfed the windmill.

Screams were heard one after another in the streets, including the faint cry of babies. Nearby residents rushed over with buckets to put out the fire. The morale of the militiamen standing behind the low wall was shaken.

artillery!

These lunatics have their artillery loaded!

The sound of artillery can be faintly heard here, but it is impossible to see where the shells are flying from. It is precisely because of this that everyone involuntarily felt a trace of panic in their hearts.

"It's time."

The missionary, who closed his raised cuffs and looked away from his watch, looked at the chaotic town in front of him.

A trace of imperceptible viciousness flashed across Gujing Wubo's pupils, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You are asking for your own death."

The entire Jinhe City was the only settlement left without a parish. He would not allow such a stain to remain on the map dedicated to the Bishop.

If these ignorant mud-legged people refuse to embrace glorious evolution——

Then die!

Seeing that the windmill he had built with his men was blown off its roof, Mr. Garbage, who was standing on the third floor watching the battle, suddenly became furious and shouted out the window.

"What the hell!"

"Hit me!"

Not at all.

The religious lunatics outside the low wall had already taken the lead in launching an attack. They used earth slopes and tree trunks as shelters and fired in the direction of Dust Town with rifles in their hands.

Not to be outdone, the survivors in the town relied on the one-meter-high low wall as a bunker, mounted their rifles on the top of the wall and fired outwards, or fired through shooting holes.

Thanks to the weapons inventory saved by the previous mayor's business with the alliance, they not only have automatic rifles such as LD-47, but also two Maxim machine guns, which are no less powerful than those religious lunatics.

The only disadvantage is probably the support firepower on the opposite side.

From time to time, one or two cannon shots were heard in the distance, and along with the sound of whooshing through the air, the town bloomed with exploding firecrackers.

Although it was not very accurate and did little harm to the militiamen near the low wall, it undoubtedly had a heavy blow to the morale of the survivors in the town.

The houses that were blown up by the shells were all their homes. Those houses were built brick by brick by them, and their families might even live in those houses!

But at this moment, they have no choice but to fight.

After all, looking at the eyes of the lunatics outside, I'm afraid that even if they surrender, those people will never let them go.

There was loud gunfire inside and outside the town, and the battle heated up just after it began.

Although those armed warriors had not undergone any strict training, they fought surprisingly bravely and their morale was extremely high.

Junk Jun always feels like something is wrong.

It has only been half a year since the Torch Church spread to this area. How could these "monks" who were halfway to become monks be brainwashed like this?

Just as he was thinking this, he soon saw a strange scene on the battlefield in the distance.

I saw a Torch Church believer whose arm was broken by a machine gun bullet. He should have been rolling on the ground in pain, crying for his father and mother, but he didn't say a word, and a sickly flush appeared on his dark face.

The pain seemed to have been transformed into something else.

After discovering the abnormalities on those people, Mr. Garbage suddenly felt a chill in his back.

"Damn it! These lunatics are on drugs!"

A forceful voice came from the communication channel.

"Isn't this obvious? That Naguo! They obviously ate it!"

Mr. Garbage was immediately shocked.

"Damn it! Naguo still has this effect?!"

Forcibly forcing people to do something difficult: "Nonsense! Have you forgotten the 'fugue' state? Those magicians have a way to make people go crazy while maintaining consciousness!"

There are similar examples in reality. For example, during World War II, the German army widely used methamphetamine as a "battlefield stimulant."

These drug addicts seem to be even better. Not only do they take drugs, but they also mix drugs with religion, reaching a double fanaticism both physically and mentally.

Even though their intestines fell out, those guys continued to fight without fear, just like they had just started the server.

Mr. Garbage felt a bit troubled.

If this trend continues, even if they can hold on, they will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

Just when Jun Jun was in trouble, the VM on his arm suddenly flashed, and then a familiar voice came to his ears.

"What's the situation over there? Why did the fight start?"

Lao Ji!

Reinforcements are coming!

The light of hope bloomed in the amber pupils, and when he heard the extremely reassuring voice, Mr. Garbage cried out excitedly.

"Good brother! Come on, give me a hand!"

After a burst of electric current, the voice in the communication channel became clearer.

"Don't worry...what's going on with those people?"

Mr. Garbage said dumbfounded.

"Who knows! As soon as they came up, they clamored for us to add some glorious evolution. We refused, and then they opened fire!"

Lao Ji: "Red name?"

Junk Jun: "That's necessary! They made the first move!"

Since it is a popular name, there is nothing to hesitate about.

A few moments after the words fell, two rockets drew an arc in the air and landed on the position outside the fence gate.

The flames of the explosion shot up into the sky, instantly engulfing dozens of armed men who had left the bunker and moved forward.

Then rapid gunshots came from the air, and orange-yellow tracers rushed toward the woods outside the fence gate like a rushing rain.

The situation on both sides of the offense and defense reversed instantly!

Mr. Garbage, who was standing by the window, excitedly waved his fisted paw.

"Haha! Nice fight!"

Qin Baitian stared blankly at the lizard shaking his fist outside the window, and then at the burning sea of ​​fire in the distance outside the window. The fear in his eyes gradually turned into admiration.

"Big Horned Rat...Oh no, Lord Big Horned Deer..."

This gentleman is truly the incarnation of a god!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed that his previous faith had been shaken, and he lowered his head piously.

I am really blind.

In order to make up for this sin of disrespect, he is willing to serve this gentleman one day!

Completely unaware of the change in the expression of the mortal next to him, the unsatisfied Junk Man clasped his claws on the window and jumped downstairs with a howl.

He stepped hard on the brick-paved street with both feet, leaving two dents in the smooth road. He lowered his body and the tips of his hind paws rubbed against the ground, his amber pupils flashing with bloodthirsty light. .

"It's hunting time!"

He is so good at the job of collecting people!

We can’t let the brothers of the Burning Legion steal all the limelight!

Like a runaway wild horse, Jun Jun seized the opportunity to enter the field and quickly crossed his own position. He roared and knocked open the wooden fence door, waving his claws and rushed towards the smoke-filled position.

In just one breath, two thugs were torn apart by him.

In a trance, he saw the whistling claws and the ghost-like face, the missionary in gray robes. The astonishment on his face gradually turned into bone-deep fear.

"Devil! Devil!"

He screamed and ran backwards as if lifeless.

Does that big-antlered deer god really exist? !

For a moment, his faith, which was clearer than diamonds, wavered slightly.

But then again, what about the antlers of the big-horned deer god?

Why didn't he see...