This Game Is Too Realistic

In the southern sea, North Island, in a small but luxuriously decorated room, Charas, dressed in formal clothes, was pacing back and forth.

His eyes frequently looked at the digital clock on the wall, and then he glanced at the door casually, with a restless expression almost written on his face.

At this moment, there were three gentle knocks on the door.

As if he had received a certain signal, he immediately stepped forward and opened the door, only to see a young officer in uniform standing at the door.

"Come in and talk."

Before the man could speak, he pulled the officer in, carefully checked whether anyone was following the door, and then slowly closed the door.

"How's the situation?"

Looking at Mr. Chalas who looked expectant, the officer said nervously.

"problem occurs."

Upon hearing this, Charas's mood suddenly sank, and his brows knitted together.

Before he could ask, the officer kept talking rapidly.

"... Gunshots rang out for more than an hour. From the sea to the beach, there was blood and corpses everywhere, both human and mutant."

Hearing that some of the corpses were human and mutant, Charas quickly asked you with the last glimmer of hope.

"Are there more humans or mutants?"

The officer said with an ugly face.

"People...but those guys don't seem to be from the Alliance."

Charas was stunned and blurted out.

"Not from the Alliance?! Whose can it be?"

The officer shook his head.

"I don't know, there are no obvious marks on their bodies, and their identities cannot be confirmed for the time being. According to the video captured by our drone, they entered the Baiyue Strait on two cargo ships, and the mutants sent by Zheng and Torch to the Potato Chips Port The troops collided. Those beasts with fish scales also didn't have eyes. They couldn't move when they saw people. They first fought with the people in the two boats, and then chased those people ashore. As a result, they landed at the position where It’s five kilometers away from French Fries Port!”

Charas' eyes widened.

"Then what?"

The officer said with difficulty.

"Then...they were all taken over by people from the Alliance."

Charas: "..."

Silence fell in the room.

Due to the absence of the maritime patrol, the federal destroyer stayed in the nearby waters for a long time, and the drones released almost exhausted the battery during the entire battle.

Looking at Charas with a solemn expression, the officer's Adam's apple moved and he lowered his voice and said.

"...The worst thing about this is that those guys were completely wiped out. There were too many corpses, and there was no time to deal with them, and there was no way to deal with them. At dawn tomorrow morning, the people from the maritime patrol team will return to patrol District, they will definitely find something abnormal on the beach. My only worry now is that there will be people with ulterior motives connecting those corpses with today’s exercise.”

Unlike the Navy, which is completely loyal to the Federation of the Southern Islands, he is very aware that there are two forces in the Presidential Palace. There are people like Mr. Charas who stand on the federal side, and there are also some cowards who are hesitant about Vault 70.

If those weak guys realize that the trigger of the war is hidden, their weakness will lead the Federation, which has the upper hand in this war, to the abyss.

Charas pondered calmly for a long time, then slowly spoke.

"It doesn't matter if they are connected, it's not our territory."

Seeing that Mr. Chalas was completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem, the young officer couldn't help but look a little anxious and quickly spoke.

"It's exactly what you said... but what if someone connects those mutants to the wrecked cargo ship in the southern seas? Everyone thought before that those fish-scaled guys wouldn't leave the Death Coast, but now they swim It is more than a thousand miles away and appears directly to the west of us, and it can also launch torpedoes! It is untenable to use distance as a guise to say that they cannot attack our cargo ship. "

After a pause, he lowered his voice and continued, "I heard that someone is investigating the wrecked ships recently, including the Golden Coast sent by Mr. President to Haiya Province for inspection, as well as the wreckage of the Ocean Current Power Station... If we let Those probing guys will be in trouble if they find something."

A sharp light flashed in Charas's eyes, and his clenched fist kept rubbing his index finger and thumb.

Observing the expression on the chief of staff's face, the officer continued speaking in a deep voice.

"What I'm most worried about now is what the president knows. No matter what, we have to prepare for the worst. If that doesn't work, let's show our cards to the president -"

Regarding the current federal system, the commander-in-chief of the federal navy is concurrently served by the president, and any military action requires the president's personal authorization before it can be executed.

Although everything they did was for the Federation, it was an unauthorized action after all, and it was untenable from both a legal and ethical perspective.

Sooner or later things will go wrong.

Especially if this trend develops, the risk of cheating will become greater and greater.

Instead of paving the way for greater dangers in the future because of today's concealment, it would be better to directly confess and drag the president into their chariot, and carry out this war in a more thorough way.

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Charas without hesitation.

"Now is not the time. Mr. President and his supporters still have illusions about Vault 70. We have to give some time to our compatriots who have not yet come out of the shelter. Don't worry, I will keep an eye on him. , just keep an eye on the maritime patrol for me, I'm worried that the information was leaked there, allowing the alliance to prepare in advance."

"But……"

The officer looked hesitant and obviously wanted to say something else, but Charas blocked him rudely.

"You should get off first. Our meeting has taken too long. I will come back to you if I need anything."

"yes……"

Facing that unquestionable look, the officer finally gave up and nodded, turned around and left the room.

Looking at the closed door, Charas sat down on the sofa, stretched out his index finger and pinched the center of his brow.

A showdown with the president?

A bunch of naive guys.

Mr. Mungo will never stand with them. It was that guy who founded the Federation of the Southern Islands.

If he knew that the Yangliu Power Station was actually sunk by his own people, and the purpose was just to provide the federation with an excuse to liquidate Vault 70, he would definitely kick himself out of the presidential palace even if he didn't kill himself. .

What's more, even if he takes ten thousand steps back and that guy agrees to work with them to conceal the truth of this war, how can he turn the Federation into his own?

Of course he will have a showdown with Mr. President.

But this is by no means a close relationship between the Presidential Palace and the Navy...

Submerging his consciousness into a shimmering sanctuary, Charas lowered his eyebrows slightly and whispered silently.

"Those gill-covered monsters you raised are causing trouble. You'd better keep them low-key for a while."

"I'm not complaining...you should really find some decent allies."

…

The next morning.

The light of the morning sun shines on the north shore of the Baiyue Strait, giving the quiet beach a layer of golden color.

Standing on the bow of the patrol boat, Mu Da stared intently in the direction of French Fries Port and frowned slightly.

Similar to his reaction, the sailor standing next to him whispered.

"The strong smell of blood..."

After a pause, he added another word.

"It doesn't look like it was left by a wild beast."

Mu Da nodded, looked at the cabin behind him and shouted.

"Turn on active sonar."

"yes!"

The sailor driving the ship nodded in response, reached out and pressed a certain red button on the dashboard of the console.

After a while. He shouted with surprise on his face.

"There are two sunken ships about seven miles due west... Judging from the shape of the echoes, they look like civilian cargo ships."

Shipwreck? !

Mu Da had a bad feeling in his heart.

The sailor standing next to him looked at him nervously.

"Sir, do you want to come over and take a look?"

Mu Da pondered for a moment.

"Let's check with our neighbors first!"

In any case, there are still more than 500 residents of Coral City living in Chip Harbor.

Although those guys claimed to have broken the alliance, the friendship between his compatriots still prevented him from letting go of them.

Of course, that includes the other survivors of Chip Harbor.

Because he occasionally drinks on the island, he is relatively familiar with the people there. Although there were a lot of misunderstandings between them at the beginning, after getting along for a while, he discovered that those guys were actually pretty good people.

They are completely different from the selfish and cunning wastelanders on land. When they think about problems, they rarely only think about themselves, but often consider the difficulties of others.

Including the water pipe under construction, the survivors of the roundabout had a good opinion of those guys, at least they didn't hate them.

I hope nothing happens to them...

The speedboat quickly approached the dock.

Seeing the unexpected desertion of the camp, Mu Da's heart sank slightly. When the speedboat stopped, he quickly jumped onto the pier and led his two subordinates towards the direction of the camp.

At exactly this moment, a shelter resident came out carrying a plastic bucket and fishing rod, and happened to meet him face to face.

The two were stunned when they saw each other.

However, the shelter resident's reaction speed was a little faster. He came back to his senses, patted his head, and said with a smile in a stumbling human language.

"Oh, you are the captain of the Southern Islands Federation Maritime Patrol Team, right? Muda?"

Looking at this strange guy, Mu Da asked Yu blankly.

"You know me?"

The fisherman carrying the fishing rod said with a smile.

"I know you. Although it's my first time here, I heard about it on the forum before."

Mu Da: "...?"

Seeing that the NPC didn't look very smart, the player scratched his head and said.

"What's the matter with you? Are you looking for someone?"

"It's nothing... I just want to ask the people here?" As he spoke, Mu Da glanced around, then looked at the man carrying the fishing rod in confusion. "Why is it so deserted today?"

The player heard this and said with a smile.

"Oh, that's the thing. It's so normal to be deserted. Not many people come to this settlement. There were more than 500 people here early this morning. Many of them followed our elder brother Fang to cause trouble. "

"What's going on?" Mu Da was stunned again, not understanding what he meant.

Seeing that he didn't understand, the player patiently explained the cause and effect of the matter in unskilled human language.

"Just last night, a group of fools from Borneo came here. I don't know what they were thinking. They dared to open fire on us. Then we even took away the fish raised by the Torch Church with them. After finishing cleaning up the people, they were arrested and interrogated, and they turned out to be from the Xilan Empire."

It was about the Xilan Empire, the fish raised by the Torch Church, and some words that he had never heard before. Mu Da was confused when he heard it. Taking advantage of the man's pause, he quickly grabbed the topic.

"Sir, if you're fine, just wait... By the way, how long will it take for your principal to come back?"

The player said with a smile.

"It'll take about a week. What's the matter? I can tell him for you."

Mu Da coughed and said.

"No, I'm just curious... By the way, you just said fish raised by torches? What does that mean?"

The player continued with a smile.

"Those mutants! The blue-skinned ones, with fish scales on their bodies and gills on their chins. They also have all kinds of weapons, including long guns, short cannons and even torpedoes. I heard they came from Haiyada Province. drifted over from the shore of death.”

Death Coast? !

Mu Da stared at him blankly, surprise written on his face.

He had heard that there was a group of blue-skinned mutants who made a living by fishing near the Death Coast. What surprised him was that mutants actually appeared here? !

From here (the Death Coast), even the straight-line distance is less than a thousand kilometers.

Can those mutants swim such a distance? !

Especially when he heard that those mutants could also launch torpedoes, his expression suddenly changed.

"Can you take me to the site to see it?"

The player scratched the back of his head with a reluctant expression.

"That place is not far away. You can see it by driving a kilometer west along the coastline. Our people should be there to clean up the battlefield right now... I have to fish now. Wait a minute for those idiots like Shaoduduzi." Come up and feed the fish. How about I find someone to take you there?"

Hearing that the battlefield was only a kilometer to the west, Mu Da immediately thought of the two sunken ships discovered by sonar just now, and couldn't help but feel a little excited.

If those two ships were sunk by mutants, there might be some clues on them!

Looking at the shelter resident who was eager to end the conversation, he stopped wasting his time and sincerely thanked him.

"Thanks! I'll go over there myself!"

After saying that, he took his men back to the speedboat and restarted the engine.

Continuing to drive another kilometer to the west, he saw a group of people wearing exoskeletons on the beach not far away, dragging and burying corpses washed ashore by the waves in dug pits.

He also saw Mu Da standing on the speedboat. Voldemort, who was standing on the shore, recognized the man he had drank with before at a glance and said hello with a smile.

"Hey, you're back?"

Mu Da shouted back: "I just came back. I heard that two ships sank here last night? If it is convenient, I would like to go down and have a look."

The model worker waved his hand cheerfully. .

"No problem. Brother Fang told us before he left that if you are interested in those two sunken ships, he will take you to see them. By the way, do you need me to send someone to help you find the locations of those two ships?"

Mu Da: "No, we have located its coordinates, thank you!"

Model Voldemort smiled and said, "You're welcome! By the way, just in case, I'd better arrange for two 'electric rays' to follow you."

After saying that, he contacted the E-Cheng team through VM and transferred two newly charged electric rays from Fries Port to help.

The ability of that thing is not only underwater welding, but also the ability to drive away alien species through active discharge. This is a new method they developed in practice.

Considering that the power of the psychic interference device on the speedboat was limited, Mu Da did not refuse.

After the two electric rays arrived, he ordered to start the engine and followed them to the sea area where the shipwreck was.

The condition of both cargo ships was extremely miserable.

A big hole was opened in the hull, and seawater poured in and sank to the bottom of the sea, embedding one after another on the rugged seabed.

Mutilated and swollen corpses were floating around, some were hung by the hull of the boat, and some were entangled in seaweed, letting the fish bite them, it was like hell.

Mu Da, who jumped into the water wearing a diving suit, saw this scene before his eyes and felt his scalp numb and his stomach churning.

Two unmanned electric ray boats with electric arcs on their heads swam slowly in front of one of the cargo ships. A crackling current drove away the surrounding scavenging fish, opening a way forward for him.

Follow one of the electric rays.

Using a flashlight, he searched around the bow of the ship, and soon found the sunken hole on the side of the bow.

At this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were involuntarily filled with a trace of disbelief and surprise.

The trauma caused by the explosion was exactly the same as the scars on the hull of the "Golden Coast" research ship that had been published in the newspaper!

Although it required professional appraisal to determine whether the damage was caused by the same type of weapon, he was still so shocked by what he found that he could not help but open his mouth.

Taking a photo of the wound left by the explosion, he searched around the area with a flashlight and found the wreckage left by the torpedo near a reef.

It was a fragment of only a palm.

The crude stainless steel shell was exactly the same as the one they found near the Golden Coast research ship.

First, the signal of the psychic interference device was detected near the Ocean Current Power Station. Then, not even a single weapon could be found on the Dolphin, which was "suffering the blood debt of ten cargo ships."

But now, those aquatic mutants that experts with consultant titles say "will never leave the coast of death" have not only appeared in the sea 1,000 kilometers away, but have even brought weapons to sink the Golden Coast research ship. Weapons together...

Is there any truth left in these guys' mouths?

Anger burned in his pupils, he clenched his fists involuntarily, and couldn't help but squeeze out a curse from between his teeth.

"Damn..."

…

While the Maritime Patrol Team of the Commonwealth of the Southern Islands was busy collecting evidence from the two sunken ships, hundreds of kilometers away on the Borneo Sea, a nuclear fusion-powered submarine was heading towards the Golden Sea at a speed of nearly ten knots. Fang Yan in Lungang was advancing rapidly.

A distance of 2,000 kilometers would take a week at sea for a diesel-powered cargo ship and a group of unskilled sailors.

For the Dolphin, it is not even a day. If the sea conditions are good, ten hours is enough.

In addition to the captain named Dirang and more than a hundred Xilan Empire soldiers who were beaten black and blue, there were more than a hundred players belonging to the Burning Corps who were also on the submarine.

More than half of them had just arrived at French Fries Port this morning on the Niuma airship, and they had just gotten off the airship and boarded the submarine together with the ammunition transported from Dawn City.

They are all elites of the alliance, with a minimum serial level of 25. They are not only equipped with 㩙-type "light cavalry" and 㫦-type "heavy cavalry" exoskeletons, but also ten brand-new DLZJ-1 "Xiaguang"!

In addition to basic infantry equipment, support equipment such as 88mm mortars, Y-2 four-rotor attack drones, and "Dove" missiles are also available.

In order to make room for ammunition and war supplies, Fang Chang specifically asked Captain Chen Jianhong to empty the cargo hold overnight and move all the boxes to the newly built warehouse in the French Fries Port for players who are interested in picking up trash. tidy.

Looking at the exoskeletons and powered armors exuding a murderous atmosphere in the submarine's cargo hold, Captain Chen Jianhong always felt that something was wrong, and couldn't help but look at Fang Chang beside him and said.

"I should have said that the Dolphin is a cargo submarine. We are not a warship. We will not and should not participate in any active offensive military missions."

Fang Chang said with a smile.

"I know that any citizen of the Alliance has the obligation to uphold the Alliance's constitution. What's more, this is not an active attack, but an undeclared war by the other side, and we are forced to fight back."

Rolling his eyes at Hu Lai's statement, Chen Jianhong couldn't help but complain.

"I've never heard of any counterattack that can go as far as two thousand kilometers away!"

"Now, haven't you heard about it?" He said in a joking tone. Fang Chang patted his shoulder and comforted him patiently, "Don't worry, you won't participate in any battle. You just need to wait in a safe place. Let’s finish the work and then pick us up and leave.”

Looking at Captain Chen who was still worried, Chang Fang said something else.

"If you really can't accept it, just treat it as humanitarian relief."

Captain Chen was stunned for a moment.

"...Humanitarian relief?"

"That's right," Fang Chang said with a serious face, "Based on the clues provided by other shelter residents, we suspect that there is human trade and organ trafficking in Jinlun Port. Under normal circumstances, we can't control that far, and they are both If they take the initiative to provoke us, we plan to destroy their port and grab some people back at the same time. "

Captain Chen: "..."

Is this guy talking nonsense?

The previous sentence was about humanitarian relief, but the next sentence revealed his true thoughts.

But he didn't object.

He had also heard about what happened in Borneo Province. After all, there were many survivors who escaped from there in Fries Port.

It wouldn't be a good thing if we could lead a few more people out of that hell.

The catastrophe two centuries ago turned the entire planet into a wasteland. Civilization not only experienced a systematic decline, but also suffered distortions during the decline.

㱗It seems to him that the only normal place on this planet is the survivor force led by the residents of the shelter.

Almost all shelter residents have a desire to save the world to some extent, and Chen Jianhong, a shelter resident, is no exception.

In fact, there is no such thing as "passive counterattack".

Save the suffering survivors.

For him, this alone is enough!

On the other side, Commander Dirang, who was blindfolded and thrown into the cabin with his hands tied behind his back, finally gave up his futile struggle after several attempts to break free.

It was a rope made of devil's silk. Unless his arm could turn into the mouth of a devil's moth, there was no way he could cut even a single opening on this thing.

Listening to the sound of the tide coming from below the deck, no matter how stupid he is, he knows what these blue gophers want to do. Most likely, they plan to do what they have done to them - board a civilian cargo ship to land in Jinqilun Port. .

These shameless guys!

Insidious villain!

There is an upright contest!

Di Rang cursed in his heart, but he didn't pay any attention to himself. He didn't stop the roar that resounded in his heart until he was tired. He put his face against the cold deck and panted, and his tired eyelids began to fight. .

I don’t know how much time has passed.

During this period, he seemed to have slept for a while, until he woke up from his trance due to hunger.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the sound of the tide echoing in his ears seemed different from when he came by boat. It sounded duller, like the whispering of ghosts.

A faint uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart.

Especially when he thought about being blindfolded and staying in this claustrophobic cabin for a whole week, his uneasiness gradually turned into fear.

"Hey!"

He couldn't help shouting, and stretched his chin forward to the deck, trying to attract the attention of the guard here.

"At least take off my blindfold!"

No one responded.

Just when he was feeling uneasy, footsteps and a slight knock on the keyhole suddenly came from ahead.

Since his eyes were blindfolded for so long, his hearing was extremely sensitive, and he quickly picked up the imperceptible movement.

Guessing that the person was coming to deliver food to him, he seized the opportunity and immediately shouted loudly.

"Can you take off my blindfold? Are you still afraid of a prisoner whose hands and feet are tied?!"

What surprised him was that the man didn't seem to be here to deliver food to him. At least he didn't smell the aroma of food in the wind blowing from the door.

"Stop arguing, I've got you, get up and get out of here."

㳔...Home?

Dirang was stunned for a moment, and then an expression of fear suddenly appeared on his twisted face.

He did seem to have fallen asleep just now. He would never have slept for a week, but now he has not even left the Borneo Sea. How could it be possible? !

A terrible thought came to his mind.

Could it be...

Are these guys planning to throw themselves into the sea to feed the fish? !

"No! I won't go down!"

Looking at the guy who was yelling like crazy, the player who came down to pick up people also looked helpless, why did he end up doing this most boring job?

Too lazy to talk nonsense with the prisoner, he went up and picked up the guy's collar, picked him up like a chicken, pushed him and threw him out of the single room.

"Be honest!"