This Game is Too Real

The streets of the West Third Ring Road, the night was lit up by the fire of incendiary bombs, and it was clearly visible even if it was a few kilometers away.

Sitting on an abandoned high-rise building by the broken floor-to-ceiling window, the tail, sesame paste, and Sisi are looking at the flames rising into the sky in the distance.

Since the spore concentration will decrease with height, they chose to camp on the 50th floor.

Although alien species are also wandering in this building, because there is no incubation room or brood, the alien species are mostly scattered in various areas of the building. There are neither crowds nor clogged stairs. It is not too difficult to get up from the safe passage.

It will only take a while at most.

"Oh! What a big fire!" There was a boiling fire reflected in his eyes, and the eyes of his tail shone brightly.

This is much more exciting than watching fireworks!

Sesame paste: "Is there a war over there?"

Sisi: "It should be. The wave seems to be all-encompassing, not just in the northern suburbs. Logically speaking, the situation at the West Third Ring Road should be more intense."

Put your hands together in the sesame paste.

"I hope people are okay."

From the moment the sun went down, the sound of explosions over there hadn't stopped.

At first, four planes flew across the air, followed by rows of fires that completely engulfed the ruined streets.

Probably ground troops were dispatched afterwards.

The mercenaries and waves of Boulder City erupted fierce firefights among the ruins, and occasionally the tracer flares flickered from time to time.

Although Flesh wanted to see it too, but because of fear of heights, he dared not get too close to the edge of the building, so he only dared to look at it from a distance.

Yaya and Teng Teng were cooking, and several NPCs beside them drooled and swallowed continuously.

Apart from the guard named Xu Shun who came back with them this time, there were also five new employees recruited from Boulder City, aged between 16 and 20, both male and female.

According to the NPC called Shuyu in the office, these new employees went to Beijiao to receive "onboarding training."

Many people are out of town for the first time, and their hearts are full of anxiety.

But when he smelled the fragrance wafting from the pot, all the anxiety was diminished in an instant.

Although it has left the protection of the huge wall, it seems that it is not bad to be able to eat such delicious food?

In Boulder City, this kind of delicacy is beyond their imagination.

"Have dinner!"

As soon as he heard the dinner, he was sitting on the edge of the building watching the lively tail a second before, and immediately moved to the iron pot caught on the fire.

"It smells good!"

The big white bear also leaned over and looked into the pot curiously.

"What's dinner?"

Yaya, who was holding a spoon in his hand, said proudly, cocked the corner of his mouth.

"Bird stewed mushrooms!"

Fujito gave everyone a table and chopsticks.

"Camping outside, the conditions are a bit rudimentary, so let's eat whatever you want."

The sesame paste also eagerly came over.

"I'll help too!"

It's okay to eat whatever you want.

Xu Shun was embarrassed when he understood this sentence.

The residents of these refuges really redefine what it means to eat something casually.

However, after getting along for so long, he has become accustomed to how particular the residents of these shelters are in life.

A group of people sitting around the fire, holding a steaming bowl in their hands, chatting about what they plan to do after returning from Boulder City.

"I've decided!" Describing his grand plan, Fujito's eyes were filled with determination, and he said enthusiastically, "When I return to the refuge, I must use my scissors to correct the NPCs in Boulder City from being crooked. Aesthetic!"

Sisi: "Uh, I don't think... this may not be your problem."

LSP is human nature.

And that kind of clothes, out of cultural background, it's actually quite normal to want to be crooked.

The tail is also full of enthusiasm: "So is the tail! Boulder city still lacks a mercenary union! How can M touch RPG without such an important institution!"

Yaya: "Where is the sesame paste?"

The cat's ears on the top of the head shook lightly, and Sesame Paste was a little embarrassed to speak, but seeing that everyone was talking about this topic, he let go of his restraint.

"I want to deliver express!"

Sisi asked strangely: "Why is it delivered by express?"

Sesame Paste's eyes gleamed.

"Don't you think it looks handsome when you ride a motorcycle to deliver goods?"

Is it in os "A Journey of Qi X"?

By the way, there are quite a lot of "performance artists" in "Wasteland OL". The official does not sell skins. Players are all doing DIY. Instead, there are not too many conservative hobbies like this.

Sisi nodded thoughtfully and suggested.

"How about a 12mm revolver?"

Seeing that he was a fellow in the same way, he smiled shyly and opened the bag he carried with him, which contained a silver revolver.

"Hey, I actually bought it."

But this gun is handsome, but it has too much recoil.

Most of the time, she still uses Pu-9 more.

The eyes of the tail, which had been slow for a while because of eating, lit up.

"Riding a motorcycle to deliver goods...understood! Is that the takeaway boy? He is really handsome!"

Especially when you are hungry!

Fujito's expression is a bit subtle.

"I think you are probably not on the same channel."

…

Players can still eat steaming food, and the mercenaries who fight with alien species in West Third Ring Road have no such good luck.

The gunfire continued until the early morning of the next day, from the shattered square to the nearby swaying buildings, to the commercial street more than ten meters underground, every inch of the land was dripping with viscous blood.

Some of them belonged to different species, and some belonged to mercenaries.

Sporadic battles continue.

However, as the sun rises, it is clearly coming to an end.

Carrying a rifle out of the ruins, Tommy took off the blood-stained gas mask and threw it away. He took a new one, but he didn't take it immediately.

The brood that spread to this area was destroyed. Although the gray-green mist was permeated around it, a small amount of inhalation would not cause any major problems.

He spent the whole night in a narrow tunnel, and now he just wants to breathe in the fresh air outside.

Even if the air is mixed with sand.

At this time, another mercenary wearing an exoskeleton, carrying a broken drone assault rifle in his hand, cursed and walked over from the ruins opposite.

"Damn... the money I earned is not enough for Lao Tzu to repair the equipment, what do you have in your hands?"

His name is Virgil, and like Tommy, he is a mercenary active in Boulder City.

A week ago, the wave suddenly broke out, and these mercenaries became sweet pastries overnight, and the militiamen who had never looked at them were also polite.

After all, the tide is such a big thing, you can't completely count on the cannon fodder at the door. If you really want to deal with those alien species, you still have to rely on their experienced experts.

"LD-47, sickle assault rifle, a thing made by scavengers in the northern suburbs. It is powerful, cheap, and easy to maintain. I happened to see it when I went to the northern suburbs to deliver the goods, so I just got it. "Hey," Tommy glanced at the old man in front of him, and asked casually, "How about your casualties?"

Virgil said: "Five rookies died, but the others are okay. Only one hapless one was bitten off by a creeper."

Tommy slurped.

"That's terrible."

Virgil shrugged his shoulders.

"It's a blessing to be able to save my life."

In the career of mercenaries, broken arms and legs are common.

If you save enough money, you can change to a mechanical prosthesis. It's really impossible to have an exoskeleton. If you can't even buy an exoskeleton, you can only retire early.

As for the rookie?

That's not a mercenary.

They only learned how to open insurance from the militia, but they were just cannon fodder thrown on the front line.

Only after more than three battles will they be officially accepted. Before that, no one would even remember their names.

After all, if you remember it, it's a no-brainer, and no one is sure whether it will be used in two days.

Such things are too common.

Tommy glanced at the tall building not far behind him, where was the temporary headquarters of the militia.

The two power armors stood motionless at the gate, without moving their legs from start to finish, making people wonder whether the two iron bumps could move.

"It would be great if they made a move."

Virgil smiled.

"Don't think about it, that thing is too expensive to repair, the noble lords in the inner city are not willing to let the black blood stain their armor, let alone commit a risk."

Every T-10 is a treasure left over from the pre-war era. Even after two centuries, their combat effectiveness is still strong. There is only one flaw, that is, the number is too small.

The militia group in Boulder City seems to regard them as mascots.

It’s just that what puzzles Tommy is, in this case, what is the meaning of the two iron bumps standing here?

Supervise the battle?

Is that necessary?

Not far away, another group of newcomers in crooked formations were sent over. With those newcomers, there were hundreds of two-headed cows and twenty or thirty horses densely packed.

These animals carry large bags of supplies on their backs. They contain food and water, as well as ammunition. They can even find weapons, accessories, and some rare things even if they are placed in the market in Boulder City.

The two-headed cows are all merchants in Boulder City.

Because the salaries of the mercenaries are paid daily and the amount is not small, some merchants who can’t wait for them to return home will come over to make the first money, and some people will receive orders from the militia group to be responsible for the supply from the militia. Boulder City was transported to the front line.

This may seem a little weird.

A group of mercenaries wearing exoskeletons and holding streamlined assault rifles, but wearing clothes made of animal skins, and the merchants who transported them all used ox carts as primitive means of transportation.

But this is also impossible.

If this is not the case, the militia can only hire a large number of refugees with little effort, or use a small number of four-legged mechanical dogs.

No matter which one you choose, the cost will be significantly higher than that of outsourcing.

Virgil patted Tommy on the shoulder.

"Let's go, eat all the food."

Tommy shook his head.

"No, I brought dry food."

Since the last time the contractor’s "military rations" made him eat his stomach, he no longer believed in the character of those so-called "good helpers."

Count on merchants to preach morality?

It is better to expect the aliens to roll back to the downtown area by themselves.

Virgil patted his arm, ignoring the guy, and walked in the direction of the pack team alone.

Taking out a cube-shaped green wheat cake from his backpack, Tommy stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite, then unscrewed the rusty kettle and sipped it.

Looking in the direction of the camel team, he shook his head.

Nutrition cream.

Since knowing what it was made of, he would rather starve to death than eat it...

…

Just when the mercenaries went to the pack team to collect supplies, select goods, or spend money for some fun, the quarters officers who were not far from the pack team were surrounded by a large group of bargaining traders.

Of course, the oil and water on the front line is not just for the food and clothing of the mercenaries, of course, it also includes the trading of trophies.

As long as it is a war, there will be spoils.

In the early years, Boulder City was purely mercenaries who took the corpses of these alien species and cannon fodder outside the city to prevent them from stinking and rotting at the door of their homes, forming plagues and larger waves.

Later, some smart people discovered that these gnaws, creepers and slime molds are all high-quality "raw materials."

Just spend some time and cost on the inactivation of slime molds, and they can be made into edible nutritional cream!

Although the nutritional cream synthesized in this way is not nutritious, who cares?

People who really care about nutrition will not eat that stuff.

The slave owners in the south, especially the large farms in the Jinchuan province, are very interested in these things.

They are large in quantity and cheap, and their nutritional value is slightly higher than that of green wheat. They can also supplement a small amount of protein to give slaves and livestock more energy.

Eating green wheat for the slaves is more cost-effective, but the slaves will become thinner and thinner, and planting a large amount of green wheat will consume the fertility of the soil.

But this problem does not exist in the nutritional cream.

Not only nutritional creams, but also organic fertilizers, bio-oils, food additives, etc., can all be extracted from alien species.

Although the recovery efficiency is average, even 10% may be enough, but the amount of these alien species is large enough and the cost is low.

Later, the technology gradually matured and formed a certain industrial scale, and the merchants began to help Boulder City deal with the corpses formed by the wave for free.

Now, it has simply become the need to turn around and give the militia a bargaining chip to transport the corpse from here, and the price is rising year by year.

It's the same this year.

Judging from the excited expressions and wording on the faces of the merchants, it was obvious that they and the militiamen in Boulder City had not agreed.

"50 points for a ton of chips?! Why don't you grab it?"

"The wave of the year before last was still 20 points! Don't think we forgot!"

"It's too much!"

However, the quartermaster didn't bother to care about them, and said impatiently.

"Get out if you can't afford it."

There are fifty chips per ton of corpses. It is really unprofitable to buy back the garbage at this price. It is not profitable if the production rate is not more than 30%!

But how can it be so high?

No matter how the merchants around the quartermaster did their best and promised various benefits, they couldn't let this guy relax.

Even if they were helpless, they had to shake their heads and dispersed.

When someone left, they even let out the cruel words "let the noble lords in the inner city take care of these troubles by themselves", and then left angrily.

The militiaman standing by didn't bother to talk to him at all.

As long as he is disrespectful to Lord City Lord without naming names, no one cares what he complains about.

Dittwe returned to the pack team angrily.

Originally, he was expecting to contract a 100-ton corpse disposal business after finishing the supply business.

Not far from the pack team.

A group of food traders gathered together and whispered to each other.

"I heard that this year's batch of'trophies' were all rounded up by Vega."

Hearing the name of Weijia Commercial Firm, many traders showed jealous expressions on their faces.

This firm is well-known in the Boulder City business district. Not only does it invest in two large farms with an area of ​​tens of thousands of acres in the South, it also operates the largest food processing plant in Boulder City, which is said to occupy more than 50% of the market share in Boulder City. .

The "Taste Good Brand Canned Meat" and "Excellent Taste Double Head Beef Patties" produced by it are not only popular in Boulder, but also exported to neighboring provinces.

The name of the owner of this firm is Weijia, but there are also rumors that the real boss is someone else, and being pushed to the front desk, Weijia is just a tool for making money for the big figures in the inner city.

Regardless of whether the rumors are true or not, these self-employed self-employed individuals who do small businesses cannot compete with the giants like Witt Trading.

No wonder the quartermaster ignored them.

"This is Chiguoguo's monopoly!"

Dutwei couldn't help asking.

"When did these greedy leeches even get involved in the nutritional cream business?"

Nutrition cream.

It can be said that it is the low-end product with the thinnest profit among all foods, especially the inferior nutritional cream synthesized by the heterologous slime mold.

The elderly trader with wrinkles on his face glanced at the back of the pack team, and pointed to the guards riding on the horses and the two-headed cows that were full of goods beside them.

"I heard that a certain big man had outsourced more than half of the front-line logistics orders to them. They rushed to open a new factory for the production of nutritional creams a year ago... But it was not about the "good taste" and "extremely good taste". brand."

Said a trader.

"I remember... is it an overwhelming bid?"

The other trader nodded.

"Yes, I also remember this name, Mr. House's radio station also advertised it!"

Dittway couldn't help cursing.

"Shameful insider trading!"

Other traders also spit a few words in their hearts.

These shameful slippers!

He wouldn't even give them a mouthful of soup!

At this time, a merchant suddenly said.

"I heard... a wave broke out in the north this year?"

Someone nodded in agreement.

"And the scale is not small... Just the night before, they seem to have bought incendiary bombs from the militia."

Dittwe frowned, looked at the young trader who initiated the conversation and asked.

"Northern? You mean the northern suburbs?"

"I thought it was the territory of the Bone Chewing Tribe."

The young trader who started the topic first said with a smile.

"Your information is too blocked. I haven't been to the northern suburbs for a long time! I have the latest news. I heard that a month ago, the survivors in the northern suburbs beat the Bone Chewing Tribe away."

The elderly trader with wrinkles on his face also nodded.

"Well... I did hear a bit of rumors. Those people seem to have freed up their hands and interfered in the war between Honghe Town and the Snake Clan? I just don't know whether it's true or not."

The young trader unscrewed the kettle, took a sip of water slowly and said.

"not only these."

Dittwei asked quickly, who became interested.

"You talk about it quickly."

The same is true of all the new traders nearby, all looking forward to the young people in front of them.

There are too few merchants going north, and fewer come back from the north. There are almost no rumors from the north in the tavern. Recently, the "Sound of Boulder City" radio station has been busy with advertising and does not report on the situation there. Most people's impression of the Northern Suburbs is still last winter.

I heard that the survivors there were tortured by the cold winter, and I don't know if they survived.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, the young man smiled slightly and continued without hesitation.

"The bone-chewer tribe is their mortal enemy. They naturally want to interfere in the war against the bone-chewer tribe. In addition, the mine owners in Honghe Town are happy to buy better weapons at a cheaper price. Money."

"These people are very savvy. They invested the money they earned in the wasteland to the north, and they also bought second-hand equipment in Boulder City, making agriculture and industry very impressive."

"More than that, they have also produced a lot of good things... For example, a bomb that can fly far without a plane is said to have caused a lot of trouble for the predators who besieged Red River Town. In addition, they also provide Mercenary,"

Dittwei was surprised: "I heard that the group of people in the northern suburbs are blue coats? Residents of the refuge? Are those people able to fight like this?"

This simply subverted his impression of the blue gophers.

Those people are actually willing to come out of the warm boudoir?

The young businessman continued, "It's not just that you can fight, but there are also a lot of good things there. Have you gone to the Queen of the Night Bar?"

When it comes to the Queen of Night Bar, the topic suddenly becomes serious.

Although these merchants are not huge wealth, they have not too few chips in their pockets. Even if they have not spent money there, they must have discussed business there.

Soon someone interrupted excitedly.

"As soon as you said it, I remembered it. I heard that they seem to have made some silk fabrics that are not so strong recently?"

"The gray squirrel clothing store seems to be on sale. I bought a few sets for my old lover a few days ago. But persuading her to wear them, it took me a long time."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The faces of the people showed smiles that everyone knew, but the young man who had provoked the topic before stopped talking, but just watched the people chatting with a smile.

Dittwei didn't want to chat, his mind was all about making money.

A wave broke out in the northern suburbs?

A lot of fields are planted there?

perhaps…

I should go there to try my luck.

Ditwey felt a little warm in his palms, glanced at his colleagues around him, and quietly moved to the side of the young man.

"Dude, do you have a way?"

Seeing the expression on his face, the young man understood what he was thinking, and said with a slight smile.

"As a human being, I am also fortunate to have made a small fortune."

Dittwei took a closer look at the outfit on this man. It really didn't look like a bargain. The holster hung around his waist was made of deerskin.

This is not common in Boulder City. Most of the leather goods used by mercenaries and traders are mainly wild boar and hyena skins.

After all, the deer don’t pass through this area every year, and the finest reindeer are even rarer. They usually just appear on the market and are bought by those who really don’t need money.

The most important thing is that this guy is young enough.

It is this youth that makes Dittwei unable to figure out his true "strength".

Dittwe smiled, took a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it over, with a hint of flattery in his voice.

"My name is Dittwei. I have been in the food business in Boulder City. I have helped the militia to dispose of corpses for more than ten years. To be honest, the guys who said they were really unkind. I used them as rags and threw them away. You have to be careful when preparing to do their business."

The young man didn't refuse his cigarette, but he didn't lit it right away. After receiving it, he hung it behind his ear and said with a smile.

"I'm not in a food business, I'm a gas mask."

"Gas mask? Good thing, it's much more profitable than nutritional cream!" Dittwei gave a hypocritical thumbs up, his eyes rolled, and then he laughed, "Dude, there is a way to take me. Isn’t it? I’m very interested in the waves in the northern suburbs. You know I’m a food business, and I’m not in conflict with your business.”

The young man said with a smile.

"How do you know that I am not interested in food business? After listening to you for a long time, it seems to be quite profitable?"

This guy.

I am young, but my appetite is not small!

Aren't you afraid to die?

Dittway murmured in his heart, but there was still a pleased smile on his face.

"Yes, we haven't had any new guys in this business for a long time, I can teach you how to do this business! Trust me, you can't finish eating so many goods by yourself. Take a brother, brothers will definitely benefit you!"

The young man skillfully took out a stack of business cards from his pocket and handed them to Dittwei's hands, as well as to the merchants who had been interested in eavesdropping nearby.

"My name is Shuyu, and this is my business card."

"The ruler of the northern suburbs is considering recycling the ‘garbage’ generated by the wave, and I recently planned to purchase a batch of goods from the northern suburbs.”

"If you are interested in the market in the north, you can come to the address on your business card to find me."

…

Beijiao Industrial Zone.

A brand-new factory building was vacated and put up a new brand [Bachi Aluminum Factory], and the material produced is naturally the newly developed A3 aviation aluminum.

Buggy may not be considered the most proficient in the professional field, but he is definitely a good hand in business.

He was born into a merchant family, and his family was in a liquor business, and he said that the scale is not small.

Since this guy is so capable, Chu Guang simply used his talents to the fullest and directly asked him to be the director of the production of new materials.

An entrepreneur with an "engineering background", Chu Guang has high hopes for his future.

"...Refuge 404 is a permanent partner of the company. Sooner or later, our silver coins will be listed in Ideal City, and even have an independent exchange. Don't think these coins are useless, they will become the most valuable in this wasteland. s things."

"Come on, I can assure you that your career will surprise your father. When someone else mentions the name again, you will be one of the greatest entrepreneurs in the wasteland, not somebody. The son of an unknown wine merchant."

"They will affectionately call you President Ba!"

The doorway of the industrial zone.

Listening to the pie that Chu Guang drew for himself, Buqi couldn't help but say.

"You can simply say that another ideal city will be built in the middle of the Central Continent... And my father is not unknown, he is still a bit famous in the Yunjian province!"

Although only a little!

Chu Guang's eyes lit up and snapped his fingers.

"Do you want to build another Ideal City in the middle of the country? This idea sounds good, and I can include it in the next five-year plan."

Buggy: "..."

Is this guy serious?

After a pause, the iron can standing in front of Chu Guang relaxed his shoulders and continued.

"Your proposal is indeed very attractive. I did have such a dream before, but now... to be honest, I want to be a human being."

Chu Guang patted his shoulder lightly.

"I have always regarded you as an adult, my friend, there is nothing false in this sentence."

"Moreover, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, you should have seen it too. In addition to handsome boys and beautiful girls, our team also has lizards, bears and bionics, and even rat people you haven't seen... They all They are our partners, and we will not look at them with strange eyes just because they look different from us."

"As long as they abide by the rules, they are willing to be useful to society."

This heartfelt remark may have moved Bach.

Chu Guang could feel that the scarlet pupils under the iron can had a touch of touch and hope.

Baki, who cheered up again, looked at Chu Guang and said seriously.

"I admit, I do feel what you said with you, no one except you is willing to accept me like this."

"I will do my best to help you, and I hope you can keep your promise and help me become a normal person again."

Chu Guang nodded lightly.

"I promise you that."