This Game Is Too Realistic

To say that the most complex and sophisticated instrument on this planet is undoubtedly human beings themselves.

A man-made artifact born in the Age of Prosperity is nothing compared to the miraculous craftsmanship of nature.

And even if they spend a short life, the old students can completely decipher all the secrets of creation hidden in this living organism.

This "machine" is almost omnipotent.

Although there are always more problems that he has yet to solve than those that have been solved, in the face of time, every known problem seems to have a solution in the end.

However, this machine is not designed for a single purpose, so it will inevitably have its limits in specific fields.

And if you want to break through this limit——

You must give up your identity as a human being.

The moment he wakes up from the resurrection point, the midnight killing of the chicken is decided.

In order to become stronger——

He is no longer a human being!

At least this life is over!

…

"Have you thought about it? Once you embark on this road, the heavy shackles will accompany you for the rest of your life, and you will never have the chance to look back... quack quack."

Boulder Military Industrial Building.

Prosthetic modification laboratory.

Looking at the man lying on the operating table, Ibbers had a twisted smile on his face.

Although he could have smiled more amiably, he didn't really want to.

The engineers and doctors nearby have long been accustomed to their boss's bad taste and have become accustomed to it.

All construction tools have been prepared, including saws, wrenches, hammers, countless flexible robotic arms and various tools suspended above the operating table.

As long as the customer nods his head in front of the camera lens and establishes the final status of life and death, they can immediately start extensive construction on this guy.

However, Ibers was slightly disappointed that the man lying on the operating table did not show fear or anxiety because of his words.

That crisp answer was as if the person lying on the operating table was not himself at all, but something else.

"Hurry up! Stop dawdling."

Looking at this guy who was urging him, Ibers was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile.

"As you wish."

After that, he waved.

The doctors and engineers waiting aside didn't waste any time and immediately picked up their equipment and started working.

Lying on the operating table, he simply killed the chicken at midnight. As soon as he closed his eyes, he didn't even look at the bloody scene and went offline to do other things.

The human skeleton determines the basic framework of the human being and also determines the upper limit of the human being.

Even if a powerful awakened person's quality in a certain field far exceeds that of ordinary people, he will not break away from the category of human beings and become a monster.

Therefore, the first thing Jushi Military Industry has to do is to replace his entire spine, as well as the bones in various parts of his legs, arms, etc. Titanium alloy replaces calcium salts, and pure electronic control units replace complex bioelectrical signals and chemistry. Signal switching.

Then, the construction workers replaced his original organic skin with 10mm thick special prefabricated steel plates, and filled him with complex and reliable motors and power units, which was more than one circle larger. body.

There was a buzzing sound in the operating room.

Sometimes it was the sound of sawing bones, sometimes it was hammering metal, and sometimes it was the buzz of arc welding. Blood flew everywhere, and burnt charcoal residue fell on the ground.

This place doesn't look like an operating room at all, more like a workshop.

This is indeed the case.

Under the flickering light of the electric fire, a nearly three-meter-tall, burly and majestic "metal giant" gradually took shape.

His left arm is fitted with a one-meter-long chain saw, which can be replaced with the manipulator at the front end, and the left arm is a 19mm caliber barrel of the same type as the XB-1 "Roaring 䭾" bolter, and The one-meter-long chain saw is also foldable and can be replaced with the manipulator at the front of the forearm.

It can be used as a heavy rifle to fire armor-piercing rounds, or as support equipment to fire air-burst grenades of the same caliber.

As for the power source of the armor, it is a metal hydrogen battery that weighs three kilograms and has a battery life of up to one week.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is a walking woodcutter + self-propelled recoilless gun, and he also has front armor with a thickness of 30mm.

Its helmet is the hardest part.

After all, that is the place with the most flesh and blood left in the entire body, and it is also the center of information processing for the entire armor, so it naturally needs to be protected intensively.

If possible, Midnight Killer actually plans to install two rocket launchers on his chest.

Unfortunately, this suit of armor was not ordered by him, but an experimental product made by Jushi Military Industry. As a "guinea pig", he only has the right to choose whether to wear this free prostitution equipment, and does not have the right to DIY.

The entire suit of armor was completely designed by the product research and development department of Jushi Military Industry. The name of the project is the "Power Warrior" project.

As the name suggests, it is to directly replace the redundant burdens on the human body with wearable power armor, thus creating self-propelled armor driven by humans.

Under such a design, one can still survive even if the heart is penetrated, because there is no such thing as a heart, instead it is a blood pump with a simple structure. The digestive system has also been completely omitted, replaced by a feed port for the input of nutrient solution and a waste port for the discharge of metabolites.

As the transformation progresses, this weapon system called "Power Warrior" has become a complete part of Midnight Killer's body.

Ibers stood next to the operating table and watched with an intoxicated smile on his face, admiring with satisfaction the gradual shape of the masterpiece he conceived.

This was his idea after watching the combat video of the Jungle Corps.

In pursuit of greater power, those green-skinned guys actually transformed themselves into half-meat, half-mechanical iron lumps.

In his opinion, this idea is simply great!

It is worthy of vigorous promotion in the society of organisms!

If the residents of Boulder City had such high awareness and pursuits, Jushi Military Industry would have become the world's number one military industry enterprise!

Unfortunately, most people are opposed to mechanical prostheses replacing body parts. On the contrary, those "flashy" bionic prostheses are more popular.

Most mercenaries only cautiously install one or two prosthetics when they have to.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of good people with high-level interests and pursuits in the league.

Their ideas are completely different from ordinary people's, to the point of being deviant in the eyes of ordinary people. They are extremely receptive to all kinds of weird mechanical prosthetics, and they dare to install any inexplicable parts on their bodies.

With the support of such a group of lovely people, more professional equipment, and rich experience in designing combat prosthetics, there is no reason why Jushi Military Industry cannot come up with something more awesome!

Ibbers is confident.

His "Power Warrior" plan will revolutionize the traditional "power armor" concept and completely combine people and weapons into one!

This will be unprecedented!

Of course, because many bionic parts are too scarce and expensive, his design idea is even simpler and cruder than those of mutants' prosthetics, directly using machine structures to replace some parts that originally required the installation of bionic organs.

As for the power source, due to the lack of nuclear fuel, even if the Alliance has a black box that can make fusion batteries, it can only temporarily replace it with chemical batteries.

However, even if there are countless inconveniences, they still cannot affect the power of this war machine.

This set of equipment is simply tailor-made for the Jungle Corps!

However, unlike Ibers, who looked appreciative and intoxicated, Dr. Yu who was standing next to the operating table had a numb face.

Especially when he saw the intestines and minced meat discarded in the plastic bucket at his feet, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

"...This guy is crazy."

"Be more confident and change eight 㵕 to ten 㵕." After wiping the blood on the tablet terminal, an engineer wearing a hard hat couldn't help complaining, "Who in the right mind would do this? Change yourself into this."

No doubt.

If one day he changes himself like this, his wife may have to divorce him before the next day.

No one would want to live with a monster. Changing to this appearance is basically equivalent to giving up one of the attributes of being a human being.

After all, why should we pursue power and pursue this?

Isn’t it good to be a human being?

"Are all those guys who live in shelters freaks?"

"What the hell, hand me the saw."

"give."

Of course, in addition to the guys who had similar thoughts to him, there were also people who cast admiring glances at the metal table on the operating table.

These guys are true warriors who gave up their lives in order to pursue the ultimate power that can fight against the many evils in the wasteland!

The engineer working on the tool respectfully installed the 19mm barrel that symbolized his status and tightened the last screw.

A power warrior costing as much as 500,000 yuan was finished like this!

Killing Chicken is still sleeping at midnight and has not woken up.

Ibers stared at this perfect steel body for a while, admiring it. When his eyes rested on his face, he suddenly let out a light sigh and touched his chin.

This face...

No matter how he looked at it, it seemed familiar.

I always feel like I’ve seen it somewhere?

At this time, the midnight killer who was lying on the operating table shook his head, woke up from his sleep, and then sat up from the operating table.

The doctor next to him was startled and said quickly.

"Sir, you'd better not exercise strenuously now. Although we have given you tissue repair fluid to speed up wound healing, it's better for you to take it easy."

Hearing this kind reminder, Midnight Killer smiled honestly, raised his huge arm, and touched the back of his head with his unskilled robotic hand.

"It's okay, I feel like I've almost recovered."

Although the recovery speed of players in the strength system is not as good as that in the physique system, it is still outstanding compared with other systems.

He feels so good now!

I wish I could go to the nearby city area immediately and find some crawling animals to practice with.

Wrong——

With his current equipment, it would be a waste to find a crawler to practice with. If he wanted to find one, he would have to find an evolved form like the Tyrant or the Decay Knight.

How else to demonstrate the combat effectiveness of this equipment?

Seeing the midnight-killing chicken jumping off the operating table, Ibers put away his previous suspicions and said with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Your recovery speed is indeed different from ordinary people. Generally speaking, even if you fully recover, the phantom pain and discomfort after surgery will last for about three or four days... How do you feel overall?"

He knocked on the breastplate with his fist, and when he heard the crisp and muffled sound, Midnight Killer grinned.

"I feel so powerful that I can even twist my own head off!"

Ibers coughed and quickly gave instructions.

"I advise you not to do this... After all, this is equipment worth half a million yuan. If you die accidentally before going to the battlefield, I won't be able to recover the precious experimental data."

Midnight Killer said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, how can I screw my own head for fun."

After that, he walked out the door.

The doctor on the side saw that he was about to leave and quickly stopped him.

"Wait a minute. In order to prevent possible rejection, I suggest you stay here for observation for a few hours before leaving."

Any foreign tissue that enters an immunocompetent host will inevitably undergo rejection reactions of varying severity.

While this can technically be eliminated, they have never implanted so many prostheses into a client at once.

Midnight Killer waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

"It's okay, it's okay. If there's anything wrong with you, I'll just come back and take a look. I've received a mission here, and I have to set off now."

"Mission??"

The doctor was stunned for a moment and looked at him in surprise, as if he were looking at a monster.

Midnight Killer smiled heartily, nodded and said.

"Well, it's a coincidence that I just came to work."

He was browsing the official website when he went offline, and suddenly saw a pop-up window popping up on the taskbar. He couldn't help but feel itchy and immediately returned online.

Coincidentally, when he came up, the NPC next to the operating table happened to be tightening the last screw on his "Power Warrior" system.

This operation was almost completed in a few clicks!

"But……"

The doctor's expression was still a little hesitant, and he wanted to persuade him again, but Ibers next to him stopped him.

"Let him pee."

Looking at the young man who turned around and walked towards the elevator, Ibers continued speaking slowly with an appreciative smile on his face.

"For such a positive kid, you actually have the heart to pour cold water on his enthusiasm... Tsk, tsk, that's really inhumane."

The doctor turned around and looked at his boss with a dumbfounded look.

It’s okay to have no humanity…

Who is inhumane?

After a pause, Ibos continued in a cheerful tone.

"Besides, I also want to see the actual combat data of this equipment as soon as possible so that I can improve the next version."

He was extremely grateful for his original decision.

It’s great to be a part of the Alliance!

…

Pinewood Farm.

The sunshine in winter is not strong, and is even a bit cold. It shines on people's faces as ice-cold as if they were soaked in cold water.

A confused expression is printed on every face in this settlement.

People looked at each other with eyes filled with fear, as if they were looking at a wild beast, fearing that it would suddenly go crazy in the next second...

In fact, in a certain sense, the serfs living in a huge settlement like Songrenmu Farm can be regarded as free people. They were not working in chains, they were just tied to the land and were not allowed to leave the land beneath their feet without permission.

They are slaves, not quite. They work 15 hours a day instead of 24 hours. They have their own property. They do not own it completely, but only have the power to use "the part that the person allows him to use".

The average family here usually has a wooden house, a few children, a small piece of arable land or "allotment", and a few trees.

The food grown on the allocated land is mainly eaten by themselves, and in addition to cultivating their own land, they also need to cultivate the farmer's land.

And if the farmer wants to use production tools such as mills, machinery, fertilizers, etc., or if the wasteland visitor occasionally brings high-yielding seeds, an additional tax will be required.

Since there is no currency here, the type of tax is usually not fixed. Sometimes it is three chicks and fifteen eggs, sometimes two jars of jam. It is usually announced at the beginning of the year.

This is farming.

And if you are opening a hotel, making paper pulp to make furniture, or other handicrafts, the products that need to be worshiped will become something else.

Hammer is the serf here, and he is the most common kind of serf.

Although this name is a bit strange, it is not strange at all when it is placed in Pinecone Farm.

His neighbor also had a young man on the bench, but unfortunately half of his face was bitten off by his mother-in-law last night, and he has passed away.

His memory of last night was not very clear. He only remembered that he went to bed very early and when he woke up, he was not lying in bed, but standing on the street with many people.

At that time, he was scared to death. He thought it was a miracle from the Holy Son, so he quickly knelt on the ground and prayed to the Holy Son...

It wasn't until the Alliance broadcast the news of the night's love affair, and saw corpses being carried out of the settlement one after another, that he gradually remembered that vague memory, and realized what happened to himself and others.㳓What...

What a nightmare.

He was only thankful that he and his family were still alive. Although they were crazy, they did not eat anyone or were killed.

Before dawn, he went to his neighbor's house to take a look and found that the crazy woman had hanged herself, leaving only a child huddled in the swaddling clothes, babbling and crying.

Maybe it was a mother's instinct, maybe it was because she had been chewing on her husband's body for a long time, but she didn't eat the child as well.

Bangtou couldn't bear it anymore, so he took the poor child back to his home and gave him a scrawled name like his father's.

From now on, the bench has changed from a boy of 21 or 2 years old to a child of half an age.

He had to talk to Guan Erer for a while.

I believe that the adult will understand him and count the child as his. And in this way, he will be able to eat less food this winter.

In order to change his mood, he walked outside and took a deep breath, but the lingering smell of blood made him unable to lift his mood.

But now is not the time to be in a daze.

According to the rules, he must take farm tools to the cowshed before dawn and wait for the supervisor to arrange today's work.

After running through several dirt roads, he panted and opened the fence and entered the door, finally getting to the cowshed before Chi.

Several people stood under the dilapidated wooden shed.

Seeing that everyone was almost there, Bangtou panicked, thinking that he would probably be whipped, so he walked over bravely.

But at this moment, he was surprised to see that the prisoner who had been guarding the door all day was gone.

Strange!

The sun is really shining in the west today!

After walking into the shed, Bangtou soon realized that he seemed to be happy too early. It was not that the jailer had not come, but was standing together with several servants under the housekeeper to discuss something.

Just as he was relieved, his heart tightened again, and he walked over timidly.

"grown ups……"

He was just about to make it clear to Ben Ben's family and ask if they could have less food rations at the end of the year, but the prison guard impatiently pushed him aside.

"Go away, I have no time to care about you."

Not even bothering to look at the hammer, his eyes warned the mud-legged guy to stay away, and then he continued to discuss quietly with the servants.

"The statue of Luo Feihui, the commander of thousands of men, is also dead..."

"Don't he have a younger brother?"

"His brother is a centurion, what can he do?"

"It's difficult to handle. He seems to have the most ideas."

"Where are the other officers? What do they think?"

"It's hard to say..."

I vaguely heard the whispers of those people, and a confused expression appeared on Bangtou's face.

What are they talking about?

What made him most uneasy was not the rebellious words they said, but the fact that they stood here and said them unscrupulously.

This settlement seems to be changing...

Unable to fit into that circle, Bangtou could only go where he should go, standing with the farmers standing in groups.

Perhaps because they saw that the prisoners were talking about the master's family unscrupulously, these submissive guys became bolder.

"The master is gone...what should we do?"

"Oh, if he hadn't wanted to plant those fruits and invited those chanting magicians from the south, how could he be so passionate!"

"That's right! Wouldn't it be better to grow Camu camu?"

"Master, there's nothing I can do about it. Can't we sell the Kamuo at a high price? The owners of the northern 㱕㦂 factory don't accept it this year for some reason."

"Why!"

Everyone sighed more and more as they talked, feeling worried about each other, but there was nothing they could do.

They were not entirely worried about the future, but more because they didn't know who to blame.

yes.

㳔Who is to blame?

Should we blame the factory owners of River Valley Province for not taking care of their interests, or should we blame the farms of Luoxia Province for robbing them of their interests? Or maybe there is a slanderous person around me, or maybe I am a little confused myself.

Of course, the alliance is nothing.

If they hadn't sneaked in and stimulated the group of magicians, those people would never have committed such an extreme act.

Songguomu Farm is the largest residential area in Jinhe City. Does sacrificing this residential area do anything to the church?

They had joined the Torch Church a long time ago and dedicated everything to the Supreme Son. Those people had no reason to come to harm them.

After all, this makes no logical sense at all.

A shepherd would occasionally take a sheep out of the pen and kill it, but no madman would kill all the sheep at once.

There is absolutely no point in this!

Seeing everyone shaking their heads and sighing, Bangtou couldn't help but say something.

"What are you talking about...doesn't the master still have a daughter alive?"

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

A man with wrinkles on his face couldn't help but remind him.

"She's only eight years old."

"So what? Even if she is only eight years old...she still has the blood of the old man, and is also the heir to this farm. She has such a big child, so she has to take care of us." When saying this, Hammer I actually have a little bit of selfishness in my heart.

The master is not a liar and has a heart of stone, but the child must be a very liar. His nose and tears will definitely soften his heart.

If that lady is really allowed to be the farmer, life in the future will not be easier. Anyway, he is just a farmer, so who should he farm for?

The farmer on the side agreed.

"Someone really has to take care of it."

Although he didn't think that an eight-year-old child could take care of anything, he agreed with the second part of this guy's sentence that someone really had to take care of it.

Other farmers nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a loud voice came from the side.

"That's right! It's not okay to continue like this. Someone really needs to take care of it!"

While talking, the supervisor came over.

When everyone saw that face, they dispersed in fear, but they didn't expect that the man who had a fierce look on his face now had a warm smile on his face.

The hammer is the most surprising thing.

Because just a few minutes ago, he was glared hard by the prisoner.

That vicious dog-like look...

But he was almost frightened out of his soul.

Not paying attention to everyone's scared expressions, the supervisor continued talking with a smile on his face.

"Whether it's the respected lady, the chief minister, or someone under the housekeeper... there has to be someone who can take charge of the situation."

Seeing the crowd whispering and even nodding in agreement, the smile on the prisoner's face became brighter and brighter, although there was a hint of ridicule behind the smile.

These guys are like beasts of heaven, like sheep in a sheepfold. Even if they were led outside, they wouldn't be able to get far at all.

Things have changed on this farm. These guys are still thinking about what kind of work they will do today and whether they can eat less food.

If a slave remains a slave his whole life.

But he was different.

When others see 㱕, the sky is falling, but when he sees 㱕, it is his hope to become a master.

Looking at the smile on the prisoner's face, I suddenly shuddered.

What made him shudder was not that the smile was cold and he didn't see anything, but that he had just posted that a few hours ago and this guy could still laugh. .

The prison guard didn't look at him at all, but continued talking in his loud voice.

"Now is the time when the farmers need us. Let's go to the gate of the manor to petition. We will support whoever is willing to come out and take charge of the overall situation."

"Who wants to go with me?"

If he could stand by the master when he needed him most, with this hard work, he could even become the steward of the farm and reach the sky in one step!

However, he kept an eye on it and cleverly used the word "farmer" so that even if he made a wrong bet, he could change his words in time without losing track of his words.

What if?

It is not completely impossible if the officers reach a consensus and decide to support the young lady.

Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't think as much as he did, they were just scared.

There is an unofficial rule on this farm. Unless the housekeeper orders them to go to the manor to help, they are not allowed to go near the master's manor.

Moreover, farming is their job.

If you are still running around before finishing your work, you will not be able to get over it with a few whips, but you may get shot.

Seeing the concern in those eyes, the supervisor smiled and continued.

"Don't worry, today is an exception! I can guarantee that even if you don't do farm work today, no one will punish you!"

After hearing these words, everyone finally let go of their worries and all excitedly agreed, completely siding with the prisoner.

Under the call of the supervisor, everyone carried farm tools and headed towards the manor. Although Bangtou didn't want to get involved and just wanted to do farm work, seeing that everyone had gone, he could only bite the bullet and follow.

Perhaps because of the horrific nightmare last night, there were no people on the relatively spacious street, and there were no soldiers on patrol.

However, when he arrived at the entrance of the manor, the prison warden was dumbfounded. He saw that there was already a sea of ​​people in front of the grand door, and there were all kinds of people there.

It was obvious that he was not the only one with opportunistic ideas, and that everyone happened to think of it together.

But unfortunately, the most crucial person who stood up and took charge of the overall situation was missing.

There is no one vying for the position of farmer here.

He neither saw the powerful officers, nor the eight-year-old young lady, nor the master's confidant housekeeper.

Only a few Union soldiers stood at the door.

Seeing more and more people gathering on the street, I felt nervous about quitting smoking while standing at the door.

The Alliance Guards had already controlled several officers on the farm. Those guys were very cooperative after seeing the power of the mind interference device, but they did not expect that the serfs would actually start to make a fuss. .

The murderous dagger glanced at Quit with a guilty conscience.

"What do they want to do..."

These people just stood there and didn't say anything.

Quit smoking and swallowed.

"I didn't know you..."

They just received intelligence from the Army Command and heard that mutant troops were on their way here, but they didn't know from which direction exactly.

The manager asked them to be more careful and protect the psychic interference device located in the annex.

At this juncture, they have no time to care about these guys.

Staring like this wasn't an option, so I quit smoking, cleared my throat, and shouted "妤" in Renlianyu, which is not very standard.

"Friends from Pinecone Wood Farm, what's wrong with you coming here?"

There was a commotion in the crowd.

After a while, one person mustered up the courage to shout.

"We want to know... who the new farmer is and where the housekeeper is. Someone has to arrange the work for today."

Someone soon responded, and everyone nodded along.

"That's right!"

"Please...help us call the master here."

Ouch!

That’s it!

Quit smoking. He smiled and answered without thinking.

"Don't worry, there will be no more farmers here!"

"You have been liberated. You can grow food for yourself. Go home!"

After finishing his pretense, he quit smoking and was waiting for people to cheer, but he didn't expect that the scene would explode instantly as he finished speaking, and it was still quiet at first.

Hearing that there were no farmers here anymore, Bangtou, who was standing in the crowd, felt panicked. Just when he was about to speak, the expression of the supervisor next to him suddenly changed and he spoke one step ahead of him.

"How can that be done!"

——

(Thank you again, Brother Jingjing, Baiyinmeng! I’m so ashamed, I asked for leave yesterday... I’m really sorry. T.T)