This Game Is Too Realistic

Jinlun Port.

Slums near the Governor's Palace.

The open space where poor people used to dry their clothes was now crowded with a large group of black people.

Although it is said that clothes are hung here to dry, the things hanging on the hemp ropes are mostly rags like rags, which can only cover privacy at most.

Due to the low education rate and the lack of contraceptive measures and other forms of entertainment, people here like to make humans for nothing, so much so that there are more humans than clothes.

Some extremely poor survivors even had to share a robe as a family, and whoever needed to go out would wear it.

It is precisely because of this that when Asin stood in the center of the crowd wearing a clean striped shirt and rough canvas pants, both his temperament and appearance were different from those poor people around him who were wearing old clothes or even wrapped in sheets. Out of place.

Finally, amid a burst of pushing from people, an old man with a wrinkled face and sallow complexion was pushed out.

His name is Jay, and he is from the rat tribe. He is not more than sixty years old, but he looks like he has been buried at an advanced age.

But then again, in the slums of Port Kimball, living sixty years is indeed considered an advanced age. Most people have already finished their lives by the time they are forty years old.

People on this street agreed that since he was a child of the rat tribe, it was most appropriate for him to be educated by the elders of the rat tribe.

They need to figure out three things.

One is what those "iron men" said to him that day, and the other is where did he get the money to buy this outfit.

As for the third thing, timing is also the most important one.

What does it mean to ask them to move?

The old man who was squeezed in front had a look of helplessness on his face, but he also knew that it was best for him to handle this matter.

So he cleared his throat, looked at the young man in front of him seriously and said.

"Axin, you are a child. I watched you grow up. I hugged you when you were only as big as a coconut shell."

Asin nodded.

"I remember, Grandpa Jai."

There was a relieved smile on the old man's face, but the rows of criss-crossing wrinkles quickly became serious again.

"We all know that you are an honest and honest child. You and your family are from this street, so you are on our side, right?"

"Of course."

Asin nodded again, glanced at Grandpa Jai, then at the neighbors around him, and continued speaking slowly.

"I swear to my gods, I want everyone to live a better life than anyone else."

As soon as he finished speaking, an indignant roar came from beside him.

"Then what do you mean by asking us to move?"

That angry shout immediately ignited the emotions of everyone around him, and the continuous reprimands instantly drowned the two people standing in the crowd.

"That's right! What do you mean!"

"This is our home! We're not going anywhere!"

"How many mistakes did those people give you!"

"Ah, I don't understand where your clothes come from!"

"Bah! Eat something that crawls inside and out!"

"I knew there was nothing wrong with these rats!"

"Quiet, everyone, be quiet...let me talk to this kid." Jay's voice was pleading, and he raised his hands to try to calm everyone down, but all he received in response was raindrops of spittle.

No one paid any attention to him.

After all, the rat tribe are just a bunch of lowly things.

Although they look like humans, they are like rats in the gutter on the inside. People here look down on them from the bottom of their hearts.

Just as the wolves are rich in the bravest and bravest warriors, they are also rich in prostitutes, pickpockets, thieves and profiteers.

This group of villains who do all kinds of evil have only a slightly higher status than the Yue people who have been deprived of all their property, power and even personal freedom.

People here have no doubt that the next ethnic group to be demoted to slavery will definitely be these disgusting rats.

It is a shame to allow this group of inferior people to live in the prosperous age of the empire!

Without them, everything would be worse!

Amidst the curses from everyone, Asin looked at the indignant faces expressionlessly, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

His status is indeed low.

But where are these people going?

Even if he is as noble as a wolf, he is just a dog that picks up garbage and eats it if he lives in this damn place. Even if they are as docile as sheep, they still give birth to ruthless gangsters and robbers.

But his old father, who was looked down upon by everyone on the street, had lived his whole life honestly and diligently. Not only had he never offended anyone, but he had also taught him and his brothers and sisters to be honest. Dutiful Tu people can be reincarnated as personal masters in their next life.

Frankly speaking, he has indeed lived an honest and responsible life for the past seventeen years, and he once planned to spend the rest of his life just like this.

Yesterday, he was treated like a rat in the sewer by these guys. He was pushed and pushed out of the crowd, just to test the background of those "iron men" and their attitude towards them...

At that moment, standing alone on the street, he suddenly hated himself for being a coward, and also hated those people who had made him a coward and lived for seventeen years.

So much so that when those people handed him the gun, he wished he could pull out the guys who pushed him out and kill them on the spot.

But he didn't do that.

This is not charity.

But he knew very well who gave him the gun in his hand - or the power of life and death.

Since the master can put this gun in his hand, he can naturally take it from him.

In order to retain this power, he must make every effort to win over them.

He won't show mercy when it's time to kill.

But now.

He had to handle this matter beautifully and at the minimum cost - before firing off all twelve bullets in his pistol.

Holding the cold metal texture of Kabuto, he tried hard to overcome the fear in his heart and the instinct carved into his human nature over the past seventeen years.

Then, like an honest child, he nodded his head for the third and final time.

"Yes, I did collect money, and it was a huge sum of money, a huge amount of money that you poor people can't even imagine in this life."

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

He could feel that in addition to pure anger, the eyes that looked at him also contained a hint of greed and desire.

It's like a hyena meeting a hare.

They only regretted that they were not the ones who took over the gun from the alliance at that time, and they wished they could snatch away all the money they had pocketed.

Without pausing, Asin used all his strength to maintain his composure and calmly spoke out the words he had been thinking about all night.

"A total of 40,000 yuan. Not only did I buy a set of clothes for myself, clothes that can be called clothes, I also bought a set for my older brother and younger brother, my elder sister, younger sister and parents. After that we I also plan to buy three pigs and some household items to make everyone’s life more comfortable.”

A slightly stout man took a step forward and stared at him.

"Why did they give you money? Those iron men."

Asin recognizes this guy.

This guy's name, Vikram, is from the wolf tribe. It is said that he has served as a soldier before, but only this guy knows whether he has.

He only knew that this guy was a well-known villain on this street. He often bullied his older brothers and sisters, as well as his honest and honest father.

Asin knew very well that the reason why this guy didn't take the initiative to snatch the money from his pocket was not because he was afraid of himself, but just because he was afraid of those "iron men" who seemed to be standing behind him.

It is precisely this...

He said nothing to lose the support of those adults.

"I sold my house to them," Asin looked at him expressionlessly, thinking that the group of iron men were standing behind him, and continued speaking slowly, "Now that house belongs to them. That’s right, whether they blow it up or use it as a target, it’s their freedom.”

Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this, including Vikram who was standing in front of him. Countless people had expressions of surprise and shock on their faces.

"You can't do this!"

"That's not just your house! It's also the house on this street!"

"That's right!"

At least--

This is more than a huge sum of money and deserves its own share!

Vikram's eyes narrowed and his tone took on a hint of menace.

"Boy, I live on the street near you! If a shell falls on my place——"

"Then you go discuss it with them! With those iron men!" Looking at the chattering crowd, Asin suddenly broke out, interrupting everyone with a roar.

No one thought that this obedient, honest and low-key young man would suddenly lose his temper and the surrounding area became silent for a moment.

Even the famous villain on this street, that Vikram guy, looked at him in astonishment, like a freak who had taken the wrong medicine.

But even so, this guy just watched.

Asin knew that this guy would not dare to touch him.

He is now extremely calm and even more sober.

He knew that the more unscrupulously he behaved at the moment, the more these people would think about having a backer behind him, and the more they would worry about what gave him the unscrupulous courage.

What's more, they didn't guess wrong.

I do have that thing.

And just hold it in his hand!

After looking around at the astonished faces around him, Asin continued with undiminished momentum.

"...Go, hold a group, and discuss with those iron men to let them fight the empire elsewhere! Or you can send a cowardly guy to discuss with His Majesty and let him take over the port and the governor. Give it to those iron men!"

Looking at the speechless guys, he smiled coldly.

"...You don't dare to do this. You only dare to find someone who looks like a bully. This person is the one you are very familiar with but not so familiar with. The person who works hard at all times and is beaten and scolded is the one who doesn't care. The one who won’t fight back is like me standing here.”

"I'm the one who wants to drive you away from here, right? Then come and kill me, and then watch your house turn into ruins with a bang! The soldiers of the empire will use them as bunkers, Governor The iron men of the government will use them as targets. When they finish shooting, you will get nothing but a pile of sand and dirt! Come on, don't you have any hands?"

No one took action.

There wasn't even anyone to talk to.

Asin panted slightly.

He had never said so many words in his life, and in front of so many people.

But he was already standing here, like a mouse cornered by a wild cat.

The only thing he can do now is to bluff.

If he got scared, these people would literally kill him.

Gritting his teeth to hold back his trembling shoulders, Asin tried hard to recall the words he had already thought about last night and continued speaking word by word.

"It's me, the even poorer one you poor devils look down upon the most, and I have now helped you negotiate a suitable price, so that your worthless shacks can be exchanged for at least four of you poor devils. A fat pig that I have never touched in my life!”

"Forty thousand, forty thousand Xilan coins! If you are willing to dismantle it yourself, they will give you an extra twenty thousand. This is the benefit I will help you fight for! It's me!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, his voice even hoarse. When the people around him heard it, they suddenly boiled like a boiling oil pot.

Forty thousand!

If you tear down the house yourself, you can get an extra 20,000 yuan!

As for their shabby house, no one might want even 20,000 Xilan coins, let alone 40,000 Xilan coins! And even if it was worth so much, no one would buy it.

Many people are already moved.

As the young man from Asin said, this amount of money is a huge amount of money for most people living here.

With this money, they can not only build a more spacious hut in the countryside, but also buy three or four big fat pigs.

And with pigs, even if they are wealthy farmers, they always have to squeeze in the slums to pick up odd jobs that are not enough for a meal.

Seeing that everyone was excited, Vikram was panicked.

They live by collecting protection fees, extorting money, and doing other sneaky things, and these jobs all divide Tuan territory.

Without this neighborhood, he would be like a wild dog without a home, and would have no choice but to go to other dogs' territories to compete with them for food.

He will be bitten to death by those more ruthless wild dogs!

He has no objection to selling his dilapidated house for a low price.

But it should at least be a huge amount of money that will allow him to live comfortably for the rest of his life!

The best thing is for him to become a real wolf tribesman, instead of hanging out with these poor ghosts like a wild dog!

"Wait! Why is it only 40,000--" Vikram put on a fierce expression and took a step forward.

If he takes a few people to discuss with those iron men, maybe he can get more——

However, before his words could be spoken, he was interrupted by a sudden gunshot.

There was a blood hole on his forehead. Vikram looked at the young man whose arms were shaking with wide, astonished eyes. After a moment, he fell heavily to the ground, with red and white scattered all over the ground.

He didn't know.

Someone had been taking aim at his head for a long time.

Hearing the gunshot, the crowd burst into commotion, like monkeys being splashed with hot oil, but it was not the front of you, but the fear of the queen.

Jiayi looked at the rat boy who pulled out the gun in disbelief, as if he was looking at something treacherous, and said with a trembling voice.

"You killed someone..."

"Yes, I will be a beast in my next life."

Trying hard to hide the trembling of his index finger and arm, Asin put the gun back in his pocket, said this indifferently, then looked at the people around him and continued.

"What about you? Do you take the money and get out of here, or do you want to be like him?"

Just as he expected.

No one cared about the body.

People die here every now and then, whether from starvation or illness, no one cares at all.

Even if the Governor's Palace is right next to it.

What they care more about is the gun in his hand, the gun given by the Iron Man to command authority, even though the gun now has only 11 bullets left.

In addition to this——

They don't care about themselves.

Or money.

As for Vikram.

That guy is already dead.

Not many people liked him when he was alive, let alone after he was lying on the ground. The mass grave was his final destination.

The man standing behind Vikram moved his Adam's apple, suppressed the fear on his face, and stared at the young man standing in the crowd and spoke out.

"You...can guarantee to help us get this money?"

Asin said without hesitation.

"I promise."

The man hesitated for a moment, nodded, and moved forward.

Asin stared at him intently. Although he was panicking in his heart, he did not show the numbness on his face due to the sight of blood.

step.

Two steps...

Three meters away, the man suddenly stopped and took a deep breath.

"...Thank you for everything you do for everyone."

His Adam's apple moved, and he continued.

"Like you said... this place is going to be in ruins soon, and even if we don't take that money, nothing will change."

It was quiet for many seconds.

People seemed surprised that he agreed.

But soon, sporadic sounds started to sound.

"Indeed..."

"The price is quite enough."

"Your Majesty will not give it to us."

"My shabby house has been leaking for a while, and I'm planning to build a new one."

Having someone take the lead makes everything so much easier.

Although there was some hesitation and hesitation in those unintentional words, the meaning was revealed without any surprises. It was mostly affirmation and approval of Asin.

Looking at the obedient people, Asin felt relieved, but he didn't thank the man, he just looked at him indifferently and said.

"Your name."

The man looked respectful.

"Kunal...a member of the dog tribe."

Asin nodded.

"You are mine from now on."

The man looked happy.

At this moment, the sky filled with dark clouds suddenly began to float with tiny raindrops, and one drop after another fell on the blood-stained mud ground.

When they find it raining, people are like dogs after hearing the dinner bell. They rush to hang clothes and sheets on the hemp rope to dry, scrambling to take them into their arms for fear of getting wet by the rain. Afraid of being taken advantage of by others.

Asin just squatted down, picked up a bullet casing from the ground, raised his trembling thumb and wiped the muddy water on it hard.

"Bury him." He tried hard not to show any cowardice in his voice.

Standing in the rain, Kunal nodded respectfully, like a loyal servant.

"yes!"

Not just Kunal.

Several other men also grabbed the hands and feet of Vikram who was lying on the ground and moved him outside the square.

From this moment on, they are all his little brothers.

Nothing needs to be said at all.

Squatting in the rain, Asin did not get up, but quietly looked at the bloodstain in the distance, which had not been washed away by the rain, with his eyes in trance.

This was his first murder.

He found that as long as he treated people not as humans but as animals, it was easier than he thought.

Although his arms were sore and numb, his mouth was in severe pain, and his legs were weak and he couldn't stand up...

…

"Mom, it's raining."

"Hurry and find a place to take shelter from the rain."

Near Camp Lowell, close to the Blackwater Street ghetto.

The four players who were patrolling along the alley suddenly saw it raining, and it was getting heavier and heavier, so they went under the eaves of a nearby house.

It's a pity that the eaves of this roof are too narrow, and it's windy outside. No matter how they lean against the wall, rainwater can fall on the armor.

The "Five Type" exoskeleton has good water wading performance, but it is very troublesome if water enters the gap of the bulletproof insert plate. Some moving parts also need to be re-oiled and maintained.

The more complex the machine, the more picky it is about the working environment. The only one that is truly durable is the small mosquito plane produced by Goblin Technology.

Maybe...

They should hire a few NPCs to do this.

[Mountains and rivers fall into a dream] With this thought in mind, they saw a few pairs of bright black eyes staring at them through the cracks of the half-closed window.

He looked at the Perception Department member [Zero Chong] aside, who shook his head.

"No murderous intent."

Shanhe walked to the door in his dream, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly, and a wrinkled face poked out from the crack of the door, with fearful eyes full of uneasiness.

"grown ups?"

"Let's take shelter from the rain."

After saying that, Shanhe Ruimeng took out a Xilan coin with a face value of 100 and stuffed it into the hands of the old man with incredible expression written on his face.

"Thank you... thank you." The old man thanked him sincerely, and he stepped back and left the door.

The light in the room was very dark, and I could barely see clearly.

There was a table in the room of less than ten square meters, with some pots and pans on it, and those black eyes were hidden behind the table.

They were children of about eleven or twelve years old, with sallow complexions and dirty faces. They were boys and girls. They were all wrapped in a sheet decorated with linen wadding, as if from a complete curtain or Tear off the sheets.

Looking at the shiny exoskeleton and the chest-mounted rifle, these children had timidity and a bit of curiosity on their faces.

They had never seen these iron men wearing armor, but they felt that these people seemed more powerful than the soldiers carrying rifles.

The two looked at the older girl with fear and uneasiness on their faces. With the urging of their relatives, they quietly climbed up the ladder and climbed upstairs.

Shanhe entered Meng's eyes with some unbearability, and he didn't say anything. He just took three teammates to stand at the door to take shelter from the rain, trying not to disturb these people's lives.

The two sides just faced each other in silence, the only sound was the patter of rain outside the window.

After a while, they seemed to feel that these "iron men" were not that scary. In addition, their eyes could not be seen through the eyepieces, so the adults and children in the room gradually stopped taking them seriously.

Except for the three women who had gone upstairs before and did not come down, everyone else gathered around the table. From the iron basin filled with brown mud, they took out pieces of mud the size of a baby's fist and spread them flat on the table. Into cake shape.

The old man muttered something plausibly, stretched out his muddy hand, grabbed some crushed wild vegetable leaves, pepper powder, and cardamom powder from a basket on the side and sprinkled them on the mud cake one after another.

The players standing at the door looked at each other, swallowed involuntarily, and communicated quietly on the communication channel

"Is this... soil?"

"Eighty percent yes."

"Mom..."

"Looking at it this way, nutritional ointment is more delicious."

"But they actually have condiments."

Shanhe fell asleep without speaking.

He remembered seeing it on Sisi's post. It was said that there was a vast red land to the north of Golden Gallon Port.

That piece of red soil is completely different from what they usually understand as "Guanyin soil" in terms of color and texture. It seems to have been artificially improved. Although it cannot grow anything, it can be eaten directly by boiling it, filtering out the sand and gravel, and draining it.

The local poor people will mix some plant fiber and condiments into it to make it less difficult to eat.

Of course, although eating this artificially modified mud is not as dangerous as eating kaolin, it is impossible to eat it seven days a week.

Most of the bottoms in Jingallang Harbor still eat black beans and a larger legume that looks like a chickpea, with various pulps and wild vegetables as supplementary food. As for the main sources of protein, they are some insects and freshwater snails.

As for the "mud cake", it is just a supplement when the economy is not well off.

In short, because it is located at the junction of tropical and subtropical areas, and is located on the Yongliu River impact plain, the food source in this area is quite rich.

It is precisely because of this that this settlement can accommodate so many people - so much so that it far exceeds the carrying capacity of this land.

However, the survivors here are just living, and they are not even as dignified as the cows in the barn.

At least only outsiders can eat them.

After a while, the man's sprinkling ceremony was completed, and the mud cakes on the table all turned into half dry ones.

He picked up a few pieces of cake, put them into a palm-sized bowl, handed them to the older child beside him, and whispered to him to give them to his relatives and sisters upstairs.

Then he rubbed his hands and called the breakfast family members to start eating.

Standing at the door, Ling Chong couldn't stand it anymore, so he took out the compressed biscuits stuffed in his backpack, stepped forward despite the captain's eyes, and with the panic in his eyes, he gave it to the child closest to him, and asked someone The couplet said in a low voice.

"Eat this."

He knew very well that there was no point in doing so, just like putting gold coins into the home of NPC Jiatu Sibi, it would not change anything.

But he did it anyway.

There's no special reason. Isn't it just a matter of playing games to get some ideas?

Shanhe Ruimeng shook his head, but didn't say anything. Standing next to him, Erliang Yueguang quietly gave a thumbs up.

The little girl who was as tall as his exoskeleton breastplate opened her dark eyes and looked directly at him through her fluffy and disheveled hair. Then she looked at her own kisser. She saw that she had no objection. I took a bite of the plastic wrapper.

Seeing that she was stabbed in the mouth by a plastic saw, Ling Chong quickly signaled with his hand.

"It has to be torn apart, like this."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, clumsily imitated his gestures and tore open the plastic wrapper, then hesitantly took another bite.

For a moment, her eyes widened, and those dark eyes seemed to be painted with a layer of color, with a layer of hazy waves rolling around.

It was something she had never tasted before.

She stuffed it into her mouth hungrily. When Ling Chong saw this, he looked around and saw no water container. He gritted his teeth and took out a bottle of bottled water from his backpack, unscrewed it and handed it out.

"Stop choking."

The little girl pretended to be choked and coughed hard. She took the water bottle and drank most of it before she recovered.

After taking off the mask of his helmet, Ling Chong knelt down, smiled, reached out and touched her fluffy hair, and asked in a gentle tone.

"What's your name?"

"Arno."

Why does this name sound like a boy?

never mind.

Ling Chong was also not satisfied and continued talking with a smile.

"My name is Ling Chong. If you see a bad guy with a long stick or a gun like that, look for us over there."

As he said that, he pointed to the square of Camp Rowell, which was where their centurions were stationed and where the rebels were stationed.

With a mouth full of biscuit crumbs, Arnold nodded his head vigorously and licked his fingers with lingering interest. You don't know if you heard what he said.

The children around him were all looking at this side eagerly, swallowing their saliva, and the sticky mud cakes on their hands suddenly lost their fragrance.

Thinking that he had given them all, Ling Chong simply took out the last few compressed biscuits in his backpack and gave them to everyone in the room, including their kiss - the one with wrinkles on his face.㱕Old man.

Seeing the children devouring the food, Ling Chong felt satisfied in his heart and had a satisfied smile on his face.

A few compressed biscuits don't cost much, not to mention that no one eats these things, they are just a temporary supply just in case.

The older boy took his younger brother upstairs, seemingly intending to share the delicacies brought by the "Iron Man" to his sister and relatives.

The old man stared at the biscuit in his hand silently, with a sad expression on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he looked at Ling Chong with a pleading look on his face and a smile on his face.

"Arnold is too young...please find another one."

Ling Chong's smile instantly solidified on his face.

"What?!"

Erliang Yueguang couldn't help but burst out laughing, holding her stomach and leaning against the earthen wall. Shanhe Ruimeng looked at that guy with a black line on his face, and felt embarrassed so he looked away.

He had been silent all this time. [Version 1] suddenly came back to his senses, shook his shoulders, and spoke.

"In Borneo Province, only elders and husbands can touch a woman's head. If she is an unmarried woman, touching her head means marriage proposal... I just went offline and checked in Lao Si's post."

"What the hell!?"

Shanhe sighed into his dream.

"Drag him out and kill him."

A second ago, he was giving a thumbs up, Erliang Yueguang also nodded in deep agreement.

"+1, so awesome."

First version: "...?"

"Wait a minute, I didn't make it! This doesn't count!"

Ling Chong quickly stood up from the ground, dumbfounded and wanted to explain, but his three teammates all looked at him with disgust.

The little girl named Arnold just licked her fingers and was indifferent to the chirping sounds of those people, and she didn't understand why she was sighing.

A pair of dark eyes stared directly at the backpack containing delicious food, and she was thinking that it was all the same thing.

It would be nice to have another piece.

Before I knew it, the rain stopped outside the house.

Just when Shanhe Ruimeng was planning to take his three teammates to leave here as soon as possible, a gunshot came from outside the window and suddenly broke the tranquility after the rain.

That's the sound of the Ripper's rifle!

The four of them were instantly alert.

Without waiting to say goodbye to the family, Shanhe Rumeng pushed open the door and rushed to the street. Three teammates with guns and live ammunition quickly followed behind him.

Thanks to the addition of exoskeletons, the four of them moved as fast as lightning. In just one breath, they started to form a formation and leaned against the bunker to set up their rifles.

However, what they didn't expect was that the group of guys carrying guns standing across the street were not their enemies.

But one of our own...