This Game Is Too Realistic

Vault No. 404, Floor B4.

Sun Yuechi walked into the browsing room through the trap door and looked at Chu Guang sitting on the sofa with a confused expression.

"What's so late?"

Since coming to Shuguang City, he has completely adapted to the life here. He works from nine to five on weekdays, and wanders around the streets of Shuguang City on his days off.

㳎His own statement is that the prosperity of Shuguang City is no worse than that of Beidao in the southern sea. The richness of products is obviously far worse than that of Qidao Circle, but the people here are limited in what they can do. flower.

Especially in terms of diet.

After eating pig's trotter rice once, he wanted to show off the food three times a day, and lamented that the simple rice he had eaten for thirty years was just pig food.

㱗In his opinion, the only flaw in this settlement is that its foundation is weak. Perhaps because of the rapid expansion, many supporting infrastructures have not kept up.

It happened that he himself was an expert in the field of communication engineering, so he simply found a job in a local communication company as a technical consultant, and started the work of laying communication base stations and channel planning, which could be regarded as a contribution to the construction of civilization. Strength.

As for Chu Guang, he has been planning the "slime mold research homogeneity" these days, dealing with the three parties of the corporate academy and the group of little shrimps clamoring for help from the big guys, and has no time to think about the distant future. In the southern sea area, there is no overlap with the retired manager of Vault 70.

Looking at Sun Yuechi who was sitting across from the sofa with a confused look on his face, Chu Guang took out a holographic computer pen and put it on the table, and clicked on the blue holographic image.

It was a bust drawn by Xiao Qi based on clues reported by players.

I have to say that it still looks a bit like the real person.

"Do you know this person?"

After staring at the image for a while, Sun Yuechi frowned and suddenly looked at Chu Guang in surprise.

"Huang Guangwei?"

We know each other.

Chu Guang looked at the former manager of Shelter 70 who had resigned, and his expression suddenly became subtle.

Unable to figure out the expression on Chu Guang's face, Sun Yuechi asked with a confused look on his face.

"What happened to him?"

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

"He... found our settlement along the Baiyue Strait, told us some things about the southern seas, and then asked to meet you."

Sun Yuechi looked at him blankly.

"What did he do when he saw me..."

After studying the expression on his face for a moment, Chu Guang suddenly spoke.

"Do you know that Vault 70 and the Federation of the Southern Islands are at war?"

"Ah?!" The moment he heard these words, Sun Yuechi was stunned on the spot, his mouth opened wide, and he seemed to have lost his words for a moment.

That confused expression didn't seem to be fake.

But think about it.

Chu Guang thought that if he heard that there was a fight between Shelter 404 and the Alliance, he would most likely be shocked and frightened. He couldn't understand how these two things got into a fight.

In addition, there is a physical distance of more than 2,000 kilometers between the southern sea area and Dawn City, so it is normal for the news not to reach here. The "Survival Water Daily" only reported on matters related to Fries Port and did not do anything about the southern sea area. Very detailed report.

"Anyway, that's what happened." Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and touched the computer pen lightly, shrinking the light blue light hanging above the pen tip. "However, our people feel that there may be some doubts behind this war, and more Many clues remain for further investigation.”

"Wait, why is there a fight?!" As if he had come to his senses, Sun Yuechi opened his mouth in surprise, his face turning from rosy to pale, "I, I didn't have the authorized weapons arsenal at all when I left. To use the permission, why-"

"Maybe it's because of this," Chu Guang interrupted him, stared at him and continued, "According to Mr. Huang Guangwei, when they were attacked by the Southern Islands Federation, they were completely suppressed and beaten unilaterally. . Except for a few scattered submarines in the vast sea area, most of the personnel in the shelter have completely retreated to No. 70."

"Where is he now?!"

Sun Yuechi suddenly sat up from the sofa, raised his head and stared at Chu Guang intently.

Chu Guang looked into his eyes and continued.

"He will set off from Chip Port early tomorrow morning, and you will be able to see him in two days."

For some reason, Sun Yuechi, who was anxious to see that compatriot a second ago, became embarrassed again after hearing that he would see him in two days.

Probably able to guess what he was uneasy about, Chu Guang sighed softly and said.

"After all, he is your compatriot. I think it would be better for you to meet him. And I heard from my people that they picked up that guy on the beach and only had half of his life left."

Sun Yuechi's Adam's apple moved slightly and he couldn't say a word.

Those pupils were filled with complex emotions.

After a moment, he spoke slowly.

"The person who attacked him...is the Federation of the Southern Islands?"

"I don't think so," Chu Guangmin continued in a very soft voice, looking at those eyes that were igniting with hope. "According to his description, those who were chasing him were a group of blue-skinned amphibious mutants. Those guys." Activities on the northern side of the southern sea area——"

"It must be the Torch!" Sun Yuechi's eyes widened, and he clenched his fists on his knees, his voice trembling with anger, "Those guys... they are the only ones who are not shy about cooperating with mutants! This war will definitely It’s their fault!”

Chu Guang nodded.

"I think so too, but it is not easy to persuade the warring parties to cease fire, especially when one of the parties has a clear upper hand."

Sun Yuechi looked at Chu Guang pleadingly.

"Please, please help us! I have given you the authority to authorize the refuge—"

Chu Guang looked at him sharply and interrupted him unceremoniously.

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have preferred you not to have done this. At least half of the current chaos in the southern seas is due to your leaving and prematurely relinquishing your responsibilities. ”

When he heard the second half of the words, Sun Yuechi had a painful expression on his face, and put his hands together on his nose.

Chu Guang did not continue to embarrass him, but continued in a gentle tone.

"Things now have to be resolved one by one. The trigger of the war was the bombing of the Ocean Current Power Station. Both sides currently disagree on this. We first need to determine whether this was an act directed and staged by the Federation or by the Torch Church. Instigating behind the scenes. Do you have anyone at the top of the federal authorities that you can trust? We want to investigate the true cause of the destruction of the Ocean Current Power Station."

Sun Yuechi said with a bitter look.

"When I left, the situation was far from deteriorating to this point... Although those settlements formed a federation to put pressure on us, that was all. Otherwise, I would not have gone this far."

Seeing this guy's confused look, Chu Guang couldn't help but hold his forehead.

He really couldn't help but want to sneeze at this guy. How did he manage people?

The federal navy couldn't be created out of thin air, right?

Since before this guy left, the survivors in the southern sea area were divided into two factions on the issue of whether to introduce the Nexus, so it should be clear which of the two factions shouted loudest, right?

Just when Chu Guang was having a headache, Sun Yuechi's eyes suddenly lit up as if he remembered something, and he spoke.

"Wait, there is someone...maybe able to help you."

Chu Guang asked immediately.

"who?"

"Muda! I'm writing to you!"

As he spoke, Sun Yuechi picked up the pen and note on the coffee table and hurriedly wrote a word on it.

Don't just write the person's name.

He also wrote something like a letter of introduction, briefly explaining the situation and expressing his request for assistance in investigating the bombed ocean current power station.

Chu Guang reached out and took the note he handed over, stared at the words on it and asked hesitantly.

"Who is this person?"

Meeting Chu Guang's questioning gaze, Sun Yuechi said sincerely.

"Before I left, he was the captain of the maritime patrol in the southern sea area. He was a pretty good guy. Regarding the issue of the Torch Church, his position was more centrist, or he was not very interested in whether to introduce the Nahuan. ”

"I'm not sure what he is doing now...but if he returns to the patrol team, he should be able to help you!"

…

early morning.

The port of the roundabout.

Director Stilwell, with his beer belly, opened his mouth as big as a hippopotamus and yawned. He fumbled around in his waistband for a while before he found the key, and opened the door to the port office with two clattering turns.

As soon as he sat down at his desk, the whistle coming from outside the window disturbed his unfinished dream.

He looked out the window blankly.

When he saw the freighter with the White Bear flag moored at the port retracting its anchor chain, Director Stilwell was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth in surprise and jumped up from his chair with joy.

Unbelievable!

That Nougat who refused to leave the port actually put away the anchor? !

Without saying a word, he picked up the hat on the table, hurriedly stepped over the door that had been closed for less than half a minute, and went down the stairs outside the port office and entered the port.

There were many people standing at the edge of the port, most of them were stevedores at the dock, and some were passers-by.

Looking at the Rourou that was about to leave, many young men had expressions of regret on their faces.

Pity.

They didn't even have time to ask the name of their dream lover before they had to say goodbye to the ship.

Not far away, I saw a girl with short hair standing on the side of the ship, waving hard in the direction of the port.

"Oh! Goodbye! Friends of the roundabout! Thank you for taking me in during this time and causing you a lot of trouble. We will remember this favor!"

Rourou, who was lying next to the railing, quickly turned to look at her.

"giao! Why did I write it down!"

Tails winked playfully.

"Hey, don't pay attention to these details."

"Hey, what a ghost!"

Although he didn't want to see this guy again at all, Stilwell still pretended to be friendly, waved the hat in his hand and shouted hypocritically.

“Have a nice trip and come back often when you have time!”

But don’t come again!

Not hearing the unwelcomeness in the voice at all, Tails broke free from the fleshy bear claws and shouted excitedly, raising his voice.

"Oh! Definitely!"

The cheerful voice gradually faded away along with the prolonged whistle of the cargo ship.

Looking at the distant cargo ship, Director Stilwell put his hat on his head happily.

Thank God!

This can be regarded as sending these plague gods away!

Shortly after the Rourou left the port, Mo Fanwei, who was standing on the deck of the cargo ship Mistral, looked at Captain Song Haining standing aside and said with a smile.

"Captain first, let's set off!"

Song Haining didn't say much, just shouted towards the back of the deck.

"Weigh anchor!"

The Mistral docked at the dock also blew its whistle.

Three days passed before the cargo ship arrived at this port.

In the past three days, the Yue Clan girls on the Rourou cargo ship not only helped him deal with the more than a thousand pieces of fur, but also cleaned the Mistral cargo ship inside and out for him. The deck was so clean and shiny. It's like applying a layer of wax!

Now there is no smell of rotting meat on this cargo ship. Instead, there is a faint fragrance of a girl.

Maybe it’s psychological!

Facing the brand-new Mistral, Captain Song Haining could no longer find any faults.

Thanks to this, the relationship between Mo Yiwei and the old captain has also eased, and it is no longer as tense as it was three days ago.

The old captain no longer clamored to drive him and his cargo off the ship. He just emphasized once again not to throw unwrapped fresh food on the deck.

Nowadays, the cargo on the Mistral cargo ship has changed from iron ore and coal mines to several piles of precious furs and more than a dozen boxes of pearls, shells, corals and other aquatic products, as well as some industrial products that the Camelback Kingdom just lacks.

When the ship docks at Silver Moon Bay, the journey will be considered complete.

But this journey is not over yet, he has already started planning the next one.

The feng shui treasure called French Fries Port is stuck at the east estuary of the Baiyue Strait, and sooner or later it will be discovered by other passing merchant ships.

Once a stable route is formed and other competitors join in, it will be difficult to make a fortune like last time!

Looking at the sea due west like Mo Yanwei, Captain Song Haining, standing on the side of the ship, suddenly spoke.

"It would be nice if that port could be built sooner."

Mo Weiwei looked at Captain Song Haining standing aside with a surprised look on his face and said in surprise.

"My friend, have you finally changed your mind about them?"

"My impressions of them have never been bad. At most, I was wary of them when we first met. What I really hate are people who don't keep their promises." Song Haining stared at him meaningfully.

"Okay, my friend, I've cleaned it up for you. Let's just forget about it." Mo Weiwei smiled and touched his nose awkwardly.

Looking away from his face, Song Haining and Xin looked towards the direction of the Baiyue Strait.

"For one thing, they are really serious about their work. If they are still there in the future, maybe I will go to their place to wash boats next time."

How about opening a boat washing company?

Such an idea suddenly came to his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

At this age, it is already difficult for him to continue running a boat. He even has to put a chair in the cab when he is at the helm to sit and rest from time to time.

Having been at sea for so many years, he knew many captains, including young guys and old guys like him, and they all had good relationships.

If you really open a ship washing company, you don’t have to worry about getting customers...

…

In this way, under the shining of the early morning sun, two cargo ships, a Rourou and a Mistral, led by the patrol speedboat, avoided the minefield and headed towards the east entrance of the Baiyue Strait one after another. Driving from Haikou.

At the same time, to the south of Fries Port, a group of strength animals wearing exoskeletons were walking towards the coastline carrying tropical teak trees nearly ten meters long and cut branches.

As one of the smallest deformation coefficients among many woods, teak's bending resistance is among the best. It is not only quite wear-resistant, but also has good resistance to humid environments because it grows in the rainforest. It can be used when there is not a large amount of reinforced concrete. In this case, it's a pretty good substitute.

The only shortcoming that is not a shortcoming is probably the size of this thing.

Among these logs, even the lightest one weighs nearly a ton. Even if you wear a mining exoskeleton to carry it, the burden on your body is not small.

However, this is only for ordinary people.

For a powerful beast, this burden is only of moderate significance.

However, the beach cannot hold their feet. Often when they step on it, the soft sand can cover their calves.

After a few tossing back and forth, the footprints left on the beach were like fields plowed by old scalpers.

But at this moment, at the end of the footsteps, there are wooden stakes arranged neatly on the beach.

These wooden piles are the base of the pier.

By laying wooden strips vertically and covering them with planks horizontally, it can be regarded as a simple dock.

Although the shareholders of Chipchi Port have decided to hire the construction team from Ideal City to build the dock, the project worth tens of millions of Cr cannot be finalized in a day or two.

There is a long process to go from tendering to the design plan and final action, and before that, it is impossible for the French Fries Port to just watch cargo ships slip away in front of you.

Therefore, everyone unanimously decided to build a few wooden piers extending into deep water on the beach directly south for temporary use before completing the formal port construction.

When the concrete port dedicated to freight is built in the future, this wooden pier will not be wasted and will be directly transformed into a yacht berthing area and a passenger port for tourists to board and disembark.

Although there is no sign of the port yet, the small players in Chipchik Port have even planned for the future tourism industry.

Now after nearly three days of construction, the rough outline of this dock extending into the deep water area has been sketched by the construction players.

Although there are some difficulties in loading and unloading cargo, if you are careful, there is basically no problem if you go alone.

In the absence of a long-distance ship or professional terminal construction equipment, the construction speed is quite outrageous.

However, this rescue team with all awakened people is probably the only one in the wasteland.

Afterwards, they will get some large stones from the nearby hills and pile them near the base of the pier to reinforce the base of the pier.

㳔There is no problem not only loading and unloading people, but also loading and unloading cargo.

Wearing an exoskeleton, Eshiroto carried the pile-driving hammer on his shoulder. He raised his arm to wipe the sea water on his face and shouted to his brothers who were working hard.

"Everyone, please keep working hard! We will try to clear out the pier today!"

"Oh oh oh!" Players working on the beach with hammers responded with mixed responses, but they lost the energy they had when they laid the first pile three days ago.

But this is inevitable.

The freshness of players is always a parabola.

Although the money given by the construction team is not low, having to do repetitive work will still subjectively affect the enthusiasm of some industries.

Often, lost morale can be replenished from other sources.

Including material rewards and spiritual satisfaction.

For example, when you work in Shuguang City, you can not only get rewards equivalent to your labor, but you can also get "awesome" from the onlookers.

However, working here, surrounded by my own people, is still a bit boring after a long time.

"Brother Yu! When will our port be able to farm NPCs?"

"Should we stop brushing it?"

"Planner Gou didn't seem to have said that after building a house, someone would definitely come over?"

"Gan!"

Listening to everyone's complaints, Ixia Liuren coughed dryly and said while drawing a cake.

"Brothers, don't panic! Maybe when the dock is built, NPCs will be spawned!"

As luck would have it, just as he finished speaking, there was movement on the sea in the distance.

A sharp-eyed power player raised his head, glanced toward the southeast, and suddenly started shouting as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Brother Yu! There is a ship coming from the east...oh no, it seems like two ships!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Brother Yu could react, a group of players around him became interested first. They stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction pointed by the brother.

"What the hell?"

"real or fake?"

㥕Xia Liuren also looked up and saw the increasingly clear silhouette of the ship.

Looking at the flag, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted immediately.

"It's Tails and the others!"

Hearing these words, the animals, who were a little tired a second ago, suddenly became energetic.

Not because of the tail.

But the more than a thousand beautiful ladies in maid outfits on the tail boat!

Why are they working so hard?

Isn’t it just to make French Fries Port lively as soon as possible!

"Hey guys, I'm finally going to farm NPCs!"

"You guys, keep working hard! Our dock is almost gone!"

“Art!!!”

"Ouch!"

"Damn it, you guys are too real, aren't you?!"

This time there was no need for anyone to shout, the animals became excited as if they had been given blood.

Thanks to everyone's desperate efforts, the pier, which originally looked like a piece of land, instantly spread towards the shore at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only the people under the command were dumbfounded, but Sisi who was standing on the deck holding a telescope was also dumbfounded.

Looking at the group of guys crying like wolves and howling like ghosts, she opened and closed her lips unconsciously and muttered something in a daze.

"What are they... excited about?"

While she was talking, she subconsciously turned her head to look at Awei beside her, and her intuition told her that this guy should know something.

Obviously knowing why Sisi was looking at him, Tai looked to the side with a subtle expression, and whistled in a muddle, but he didn't even whistle for a long time.

"Ahaha...haha..." Looking at the beach in the distance, Sesame paste smiled a little nervously.

Her hearing was different from ordinary people. Facing the sea breeze, she could actually hear what her friends were cheering for.

But...

For the time being, it’s better to pretend that you didn’t hear it.

——

(Thanks to the leaders of "Southern Waves and North Dang" and "Linhaixueyuan Long Night Embers" for the reward!!!)