This Game Is Too Realistic

["DLZJ-1" naming voting result is out! 】

【1.Death——21%】

【2.Storm——13%】

【3.Skeleton——11%】

【4. Cheese Snow Leopard——9%】

【5.Burning——8%】

【……】

[According to the opinions of NPC managers, the official name of DLZJ-1 is determined to be: Xiaguang]

"So what's the point of voting?"

Si New District, Xizhou City.

Standing next to a half-human dead alien corpse, I looked at the servo announcement on the VM screen and couldn't help but complain.

He browsed through the voting posts for a long time but didn't find the word "Xiaguang".

This is a scam!

Ten Fist Man raised his hand in agreement.

"+1, why not storm? It sounds impressive!"

Kakarot patted my darkest shoulder and said with a grin.

"You don't understand this. Just read the word "Xiaguang" twice."

"Tear it apart? Kasumi...Hikari, what the fuck?"

After reciting it silently for a few times, I suddenly came back to my senses, as if I had discovered a new world, "You guys, you are using your job to pick up girls!"

Broken Leg Kai: "Report it!"

The ghost hunter on the grave also has a smile on his face.

"Hahaha, I have to plan and report this with the dog. NPCs don't follow martial ethics!"

"Come on, it doesn't matter who picks up whom."

Listening to the ridicule of the brothers in the corps, Commander Quan Shui also laughed and joked, and then looked at the entrance of the subway station not far away.

Rotting algae leaves hung on the stained stop sign, like rotten vegetable leaves hanging on the teeth of wild beasts. A disgusting putrid smell wafted out from the gloomy entrance, as if it was not the entrance to the subway, but the open mouth of a monster.

The danger here is probably no less than in the center of Qingquan City.

Pulling the bolt to load the gun, he reached out to close the visor of his helmet, and at the same time put the portable deflector shield into standby mode.

Having made complete preparations, he opened his mouth.

"I'm not bored anymore, I'm ready to write another book."

A uniform response came from the communication frequency.

"Ook!"

…

The lake in Sixin District has been at low tide for some time.

The alliance used the MW-class water pump designed by Camp 101 to pump continuously for nearly a week, and finally emptied the tens of millions of cubic meters of water above Shelter 100.

Perhaps in order to compensate the Stormtroopers for missing the servo activities due to the bandit suppression operation, Planner Dog instructed the managers to give them the task of "recovering Vault 100".

As we all know, the resources of a shelter are the richest among all ruins, especially a shelter that has been sealed for two centuries and has not yet been opened!

And in addition to material rewards, the opening of new shelters usually gives players the honor of entering the "Hall of Fame"!

Not only that, all players who participate in land reclamation can leave their names forever to the future novice Murakami!

Therefore, Quan Shui took over the task without hesitation.

To be precise, this shouldn't be considered a task.

It can be called a reward!

However, even with the nature of reward, this task is still not easy.

Although the predators active in this area have been dying and running away, the threat of alien species still exists.

Especially the Sixin District, which is flooded with lake water.

The area is still home to a large and deadly population of arthropods.

In order to ensure that the operation was foolproof, Commander Quan Shui first called two brothers over and cleared out all the alien species within a few meters near the entrance of the subway station before getting off.

As for the task that could have been completed by ten people, this brother stuffed thirty people into it, and the light of a tactical flashlight almost illuminated the narrow subway station for the whole day.

If it weren't for the fact that the "battlefield width" wasn't enough to allow too many people to fire at the same time, he was probably planning to squeeze a thousand people in!

After clearing away a few split-claw crabs lingering under the stairs of the subway station, Commander Quanshui stretched out his hand and pressed the button on his helmet.

"Team A follows me and advances forward. Team B follows Kakarot and is responsible for outputting firepower and protecting the flanks of Team A. Team C follows me to support us. Be careful of the aliens stealing our butts and follow my orders."

Among the responses of "received", there was my darkest comment.

"Usually don't brothers follow me?"

Quan Shui rolled his eyes and felt confident.

"Shut up, I'm a dog officer, GKD!"

"...Gan!"

Being beaten to the punch by this guy, I almost suppressed the words "dog officer" that came to my lips, and walked forward cursing.

However, even though he complained, considering that Quan Shui was very reliable every time, he still obeyed the instructions obediently and called on the team members to form their formation and move forward.

Perception is the vanguard.

There's nothing wrong with that.

…

The actual situation inside the subway station is worse than it looks from the outside.

After all, it has been soaked in water for a century and a half, and Xizhou City itself is a paradise for alien species. It is normal for some strange things to be hidden here.

In fact, the water from Xizhou Lake submerged this area not completely in an instant, but repeatedly poured in several times, which finally led to the complete collapse of the underground facilities in the Fourth New District.

From the abandoned clothes, sleeping bags and daily necessities, it is easy to see that there were survivors who stayed in this natural shelter for a period of time two centuries ago.

They use cages to catch rats and other small animals, use rotten wooden boards and live garbage to cultivate mushrooms, and hide from the howling wind and snow and radioactive dust falling with the wind and snow in the subway station, facing the desperate prayer of not knowing when it will end.

Those people were obviously not residents of Vault 100, but survivors who migrated towards the Northern Great Rift Valley. Since the Wasteland Era and the Wasteland were concepts that were only defined later, people at that time could not call them㦳 is a wastelander.

Maybe they had expected it.

The compatriots in Shelter No. 100 will see how pitiful they are and open the door to take in them who are short of food and clothing.

But obviously.

Their expectations were ultimately dashed.

They are not the ones chosen to go to the future.

Until Vault 100 finally became part of the dust of history, the closed door was never opened...

Not once.

The sticky sound of the soles of the boots on the wet concrete floor was like the whispers of the undead lingering in an abandoned cemetery.

I adjusted my breathing while moving the muzzle of the gun, carefully checking every corner of the abandoned platform.

Water droplets from the ceiling would fall to the ground from time to time, or fall on his helmet and shoulders, giving him a chilling chill.

Especially the creaking sounds that came from the shadows from time to time, which made him unconsciously tighten his already tense nerves.

Even though the flickering flashlight illuminated this area for almost all day, it was still inevitable that there would be unknown threats hidden in places where the light could not reach.

The light of the flashlight inadvertently caught sight of an overturned vending machine, and a pool of rotting water plants had a colorful sheen on it, which immediately attracted my darkest attention.

"There's a situation!"

He raised his right hand and clenched his fist to signal his teammates who were following him to stop, then he set up his rifle and took two cautious steps closer.

Just when I was about to see what it was, I suddenly came face to face with the colorful pattern that looked like a ghost face.

The bug stared at him intently.

Its face was crowded with dense eyes, and a circle of tiny short teeth was exposed from the slowly opening crack.

Then, it unveiled the arc-shaped carapace on its back, and its paper-thin wings made a scalp-tingling sound.

"嘁嘁嘁——"

"Shet!"

I was so frightened that I pulled the trigger almost instinctively.

In a burst of gunfire, the basketball-sized beetle was hit by dozens of bullets, and was instantly sprayed with a pool of dark green liquid.

Hearing the sudden gunfire, the members of Team A immediately came to support, and then the sound of spring water came from the communication frequency.

"Old Hei, what's going on over there?"

"An alien species I've never seen before, a bit like... a beetle?"

I was fiddling with the action recorder on my tactical helmet, my heart racing, and I tried to retrieve the footage I had taken more than ten seconds ago, and shared it with the other brothers in the corps while holding back my nausea.

However, the reactions of others were beyond his expectation. Not only did no one vomit in disgust, but they began to appreciate it with judgment.

"This bug is so ugly that it's unique."

"+1"

"The planning of the dog is very careful. The monsters in the new map actually don't have to change the skins and textures. They actually have some new tricks that have never been seen before."

Listening to the conversation of those animals, I couldn't help but ask you.

"Fuck, don't you feel disgusted?"

Seeing the serious expression on this guy's face, several team members holding rifles looked at each other, with subtle expressions on their faces.

"It's really disgusting when you say that."

"+1, I would be scared to death if I encountered him in real life."

"But this is a game, right?"

"Updating the portrait of the alien species illustrated book and getting contributions!"

"..."

Watching these guys talking excitedly, I was stunned for a long time.

Like...

Is there any reason?

Indeed, what is there to fear about the bugs in the game? Although they look a bit strange, their lethality is much weaker than that of mutants!

Comforting myself in this way, I took a deep breath to calm down my impetuous mood.

Just when he calmed down, Brother Quan Shui's voice came over the communication frequency.

"Old Hei, I leave the sample collection to you."

I couldn't stand it at the darkest moment.

"Holy shit, why don't you do it?!"

Quan Shui coughed.

"You're close...just do it."

"%￥#@!"

I took out a plastic tube from the tactical vest, endured nausea and squatted down, casually dumped some tissue remains from the corpse and stuffed them into the test tube.

The dark green liquid looked weird.

By the way, they have never seen this alien species in the Xizhou City area for so long. Did this thing migrate from somewhere recently?

The sound of spring water came over the communication frequency.

"You discovered it first, give this thing a name."

"㳍You are the blackest uncle!"

"Haha, I guess I won't pass. If you think about it again, we'll just have a chance to be nominated."

I thought seriously for a while.

"Ghost-faced bug?"

Quan Shui: "OK, that's it!"

Generally speaking, as long as the name is not too dramatic, the dog planner will not exercise its veto power to push back.

As the namer of a newly discovered alien species, the player's ID will be included in the setting collection on the official website along with the alien species, which is part of the game settings.

When the number of naming reaches ten and ten times, specific titles can be unlocked respectively.

Therefore, unlocking the Monster Manual is also one of the ways to play in "Wasteland OL", and many players with a collecting habit are very keen on this.

This has also brought a wealth of research samples to the alliance's biological research institute.

Ended this little episode.

Team A continued on the road, heading towards the depths of the subway that had been blocked by the lake for nearly a century and a half. The scurrying bugs also caused a lot of trouble for them, who were responsible for leading the charge.

Although these guys are not big in size, they are extremely aggressive and their attack methods are even weirder.

They usually lie motionless until the prey comes into attack range, then they vibrate their wings and pounce towards the prey. The dagger-like stinger hidden in the abdomen stabs the prey, absorbs the body fluids of the prey and feeds on it.

Although their abdominal needles often cannot penetrate the breastplate of the exoskeleton, it is still dangerous to pierce vital parts such as the neck.

In particular, this small arthropod variant usually has a high stealth attribute and is extremely good at blending into the environment. It can always pop out from unexpected corners and surprise nervous players.

Although I have managed to get out of trouble several times, my darkest complexion is still a little pale and blue.

He felt that his sanity was almost being sucked away by these little bugs.

When I got to the dark side next to me, the Ten Fist Man holding the LD-47 assault rifle smiled and joked.

"Brother, are you afraid?"

From just now, he felt that something was wrong with this guy, and he was completely different from the one on the surface.

My darkest brow twitched.

"Afraid? How is it possible... I just feel physically uncomfortable when I see the insects, so I'm not afraid."

As soon as these words came out, there was a sound of nausea in the communication channel.

"puff!"

"Are you too arrogant?"

"I threw up."

The ghost hunter in the graveyard didn't join the others in teasing him, he just laughed and patted the brother on the shoulder.

"Isn't that just scary?"

I was most angry and said.

"Get out! You're the one who's scared. Your whole family is scared."

Happy laughter came from the communication channel.

"Hey, it would be nice if the Warlanders were here."

"+1, that guy rushes fast, hehe."

"This little black guy is so cowardly!"

Seeing that the explanation was not clear, I decided not to explain at all, and rolled my eyes at Graveyard Ghost Hunter and Ten Fist Man.

"Stop talking nonsense, go to your place, shut up and get to work!"

That Warlander guy is probably in Triumph City by now. I’m not sure where I’m going to live happily. I’ll write a book with you when I have time.

And it was so fast that it was so many versions ago.

Ever since he left the save point, that guy has become more cowardly than a dog's spring water!

"receive."

After accepting the darkest eye roll from me, Ten Fist Man made a salute gesture with a playful smile, and moved to their respective fighting positions with Graveyard Ghost Hunter.

The brief gag slightly diluted the scary atmosphere around it.

Although there are still alien species jumping out of the darkness with wings fluttering from time to time, I have gradually adapted to this surprising rhythm.

If you are not sure whether there is a situation, shoot first. If there is movement, fire a shot. If there is big movement, throw a grenade. If there is no movement, keep moving forward.

Anyway, on your own territory, you have enough ammunition.

After several short and fierce exchanges of fire, everyone passed through the security channel without incident and pushed all the way to the platform.

The tunnel under the platform was pitch black, and there was still water in the tunnel that had not been completely drained. It was probably no deeper than a person's knees.

The broken down carriage was stuck in the middle of the tunnel not far away, and they needed to pass through that place to reach the entrance of Vault 100.

Glancing at the broken down carriage, Commander Quanshui ordered over the communication channel.

"Team A enters the tunnel, and Team BC is supporting at the edge of the platform."

"Copy that!" I looked at my teammates at the side and gave Ten Punch Man a wink.

The latter understood, stepped forward and reached the edge of the platform. First he fired a few shots at the abandoned carriages. Seeing that there was no active movement of alien species, he then shot a shuttle into the water, and then jumped from the platform into the tunnel. .

Others also jumped off the platform and stepped into the knee-deep water.

The sewage soaked into the trouser legs, and the biting cold immediately climbed up to the ankles and knees. Even if the helmet blocked the pain, most players couldn't help but shiver.

Feeling the stickiness surging around his feet, the Graveyard Ghost Hunter frowned and sniffed, and couldn't help but mutter something in the communication channel.

"Oh my god, this water really stinks!"

After getting used to the smell, Ten Fist Man teased.

"Wait a minute and let the dog coin from Quanshui wash our pants for us!"

I am the darkest and the most unhappy person on my face.

But thinking that the end point was just ahead and the mission would be completed if he persisted, he stopped talking nonsense in the communication channel and just said briefly.

"The entrance to the shelter is just ahead, keep going!"

Others also shouted with energy.

"receive!"

The ten-man team pushed forward deep into the subway tunnel, pushing through circles of ripples on the knee-deep sewage water.

I always feel like my heart is beating fast.

The cold sewage gave him not only a cold feeling, but also a hint of panic that made him uneasy.

How to say it?

It’s a bit too quiet here!

At this time, he suddenly saw pieces of rotten wooden boards floating on the sparkling water in the distance under the flashlight beam.

They are tangled with rotting algae, mixed with floating plastic trash and abandoned debris, and are impossible to see from the platform.

I was slightly startled.

board?

There are no trees around here, how can there be wooden boards?

At this moment, the "plank" floating on the surface of the water suddenly disappeared, and moved a lot closer to them as if it had moved instantaneously.

Having keenly captured this change, my darkest pupils shrank instantly, and I set up my rifle and pointed it at the man.

"Stop!" he shouted.

Almost as soon as everyone stopped, he finally saw clearly how the "planks" moved -

That's not a board at all!

But a water strider that is only as big as a wolfdog!

The three pairs of slender long legs were so close to the water that no one noticed it at all.

They lurk in garbage piles and aquatic plants and wait patiently until prey enters their territory, then kick out their powerful hind legs.

Their light body makes them almost silent, and their tubular mouthparts exude a murderous aura like spears hidden in the reeds.

This time it’s not just me who is the darkest.

Finally seeing clearly the murderous intent hidden on the water, even the boldest Ten Fist Man couldn't help but change his expression this time.

"Holy shit! Mutated Water Strider!?"

This guy is not uncommon in Xizhou, and its number is even second only to warship shrimp and split-claw crab.

Most mutant water striders live on the shores of lakes. They are usually one meter in length, and their thick and powerful limbs can reach up to two meters when fully extended.

They have almost no excess fat on their bodies, and have a chitin-rich exoskeleton attached to their skin. They attack by kicking their legs to pounce on their prey, using their mutated fangs to pierce the prey, and then using a pair of forelimbs to dismantle and chew it. Eat it.

The explosive power of Shaobe's mutated water strider can even push over an adult monster. Therefore, even if the water resources in the Sihu District are abundant, the alien species in the forest will hardly come to build their nests in this area.

Most players don't want to deal with this thing.

On the one hand, it is because it is too fast and difficult to hit, and on the other hand, it is because there is little meat and cannot be eaten. If it weren't for tasks related to alien species prevention and control, almost no one would be willing to provoke these difficult guys.

"Isn't this thing living in shallow water...how could it wander here?!"

"Who knows! They pumped the water for a whole week!"

"Perhaps it was those ghost-faced insects that attracted it... I heard that water striders like to eat small bugs, and mutated water striders should also be like--"

"Don't worry about what this thing eats! You're on its recipe now! Fire!"

Roaring loudly, I took the lead and pulled the trigger. I pressed my shoulder against the butt of the gun and fired toward the water ahead.

Tons of gunshots suddenly exploded in the tunnel, and everyone poured out ferocious firepower at the aliens rushing towards them.

Retreat was impossible.

That guy was as fast as lightning on the water, but their feet seemed to be tied with pieces of ice, making it impossible to run in this damn place.

Once they become cowarded and expose their vulnerable backs to the mouthparts of these alien species, they will inevitably become prey!

"Team A engages the enemy! Team BC steps forward to support them!"

Hearing the gunshots coming from the front of the tunnel, Commander Quanshui immediately issued an order, and immediately deployed the fixed bracket of the Destroyer I exoskeleton and leveled the 120mm Z-type mortar.

Calculating the distance silently, Quan Shui continued shouting through the communication channel.

"Old Hei! Please spread out to both sides!"

I was holding on to the trigger desperately, gritted my teeth, and took the time to signal to my teammates around me.

"Spread to both sides!"

Just as Team A gave way to the center of the tunnel, Kakarot and Team B caught up.

Jumping into the tunnel with water up to his knees with a "plop", Kakarot took the lead in setting up the squad machine gun with drum ammunition, and shouted loudly when he pulled the trigger.

“Fire—”

"Tu tu tu tu—!"

The continuous sound of gunfire instantly drowned out his orders.

The support team's instantaneous burst of firepower formed flashes of light rain in the tunnel, passed through the area in the middle of the tunnel, and splashed a series of half-person-high water splashes on the water in front of Team A.

But the gunfire didn't last long.

Team B had just poured out ammunition for a while when Team A quickly collided with the mutated water strider that rushed in front of them, and they started a hand-to-hand fight.

㳒Going to the output environment, Kakarot made a prompt decision, hung the machine gun behind his back, and pulled out the short knife hanging on his waist.

"Rush up and help!"

All the brothers also started fighting in close combat and roared vigorously towards Team A who was struggling with the mutated water strider.

"Ouch!"

At this time, Team A was engaged in a bitter battle.

Although they were aware of the hunters lurking in the darkness in advance, the huge number of mutated water striders still broke through their fire net.

I felt as if my chest had been hit by a bull. I fell backwards and fell into the water, almost filling my stomach with sewage.

Seeing the prey fall, the mutated water strider excitedly waved its two front legs, raised its mouthparts and plunged forward.

Almost by instinct, I avoided the sharp tube piercing her throat. I then pulled out my dagger and stabbed the mutated water strider in the head.

There was a dull sound and light yellow liquid splashed.

I suppressed my nausea and continued to stab twice until the flapping forelimbs lost their strength, then I kicked the twitching body away and struggled to stand up from the ground.

Almost immediately, a cannonball landed in an area thirty meters in front of him. The shock wave caused by the explosion instantly pushed him into the water as he had just stood up.

It was a petrol bomb.

The flames of the explosion were not submerged by the water in the tunnel, but quickly spread on the water.

The mutated water striders that had just woken up from hibernation were swept into the fire.

They struggled and swayed their limbs in the thick smoke, seemingly screaming silently, and then silently turned into ashes and submerged in the water.

As reinforcements from Team B arrived, the players quickly killed the remaining mutant water striders, and the battle in the tunnel ended.

After being fished out of the water by Kakarot, I coughed twice violently and immediately cursed in the communication channel.

"Holy shit! Dogecoin spring water, are you crazy?! Are you mortaring in this damn place?!"

"Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work, brother, the war is over, good fight!" Kakarot smiled and patted his back to comfort him, then looked forward, "Look, Evacuation No. 100 Right ahead, we’re here.”

I most subconsciously followed his line of sight and looked forward.

Behind the burning sea of ​​fire, on one side of the tunnel covered with algae and stains, stood a giant metal gear.

Even though it has been submerged for more than a century, its surface is still as smooth as ever, with no trace of time left.

The blazing flames illuminated its surface, and an eye-catching number was printed on the center of the gear.

Staring at the huge gear-shaped door, my darkest expression couldn't help but move slightly.

Vault 100!

They've arrived!