This Game Is Too Realistic

...the 'pigeon' missiles wiped out 12 targets in one shot, and the X-16 eliminated 11. It took less than a minute... As long as you can help me collect enough AI cores, I can even help you build A unit of bionics costs less than one million silver coins, should you consider it?

On the giant wall.

Ibbers, who overlooked the slums, had a smile on his face that he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and he commented in a long way.

Originally, he could only stand here and watch those organisms fight from a distance, at most selling them a few weapons they could afford.

Now I can finally go off in person.

He is very satisfied with this new shareholder. Earning profits for Jushi Military Industry and watching organisms die fancy is one of his few pleasures, and it is also the meaning of his existence.

Anyway, he does not have as many miscellaneous hopes as human beings, and he is even less interested in consumption, reproduction, art, philosophy, etc., which are unique to human beings to relieve loneliness.

In the dilapidated and chaotic alleys, the moving figures began to retreat one by one, and the gang members were frightened by the X-16 that suddenly landed on the battlefield.

A few drone assault rifles are their only heavy firepower, plus a few cheap RPG rocket launchers, most gang members even only have pistols and iron-barrel rifles, which are no match for X-16 at all.

They didn't even expect to meet the bionics of the giant stone military industry.

For as long as most gangsters can remember, those gutter rats never got their hands on the towering wall, because it wouldn't do any good.

They couldn't figure out how they could eat a missile that fell from the sky, and they couldn't even figure out why the respected Mr. Ebbers would throw the expensive bionics here.

Their combined lives are worth less than that guy!

Human life is too short.

Short enough to take things for granted.

Few remember that, a century ago, Boulder struck them hard.

Those little mice retreated... Looking at the bottom of the giant wall, Ibbs grinned, Speaking of which, what do you think?

no respond.

After being left hanging for a long time, Ibbers looked back, but seeing that the person was gone, he was slightly taken aback, then shook his head with a smile.

Tsk tsk, impatient guy.

...

[Hidden mission: discover and destroy gang strongholds (completed)]

[Introduction: The orphanage pretends to be an abandoned building, but it is actually a den for gang members to raise and trade slaves. 】

[Reward: 300 contribution points, 1000 regional reputation, 599 silver coins]

[New task reminder: Investigate the basement of the orphanage and wait for the arrival of the alliance troops (in progress)]

A dark, damp basement.

On both sides of the narrow corridor, there are crooked cells.

Hearing the sound of opening the door and the sound of footsteps coming from the door, there were also rustling sounds in the cell, and faces were pressed against the railing and looked out curiously.

There are boys and girls, the older ones are sixteen or seventeen years old, they are considered adults in the wasteland, and the younger ones are six or seven years old, they are children everywhere.

The dungeon with the pillager's lair is another style of painting.

In order to sell commodities at a good price, those gang members generally will not abuse them.

According to Horaka's confession, most of these people were orphans, some were sold here by their families, and some were recruited by guys like Miles.

Most people in the slums know such a place, but no one cares about it. Even if this trouble is under their noses, not everyone will encounter it. On the contrary, without those gang members who maintain order, the situation in the slums may be even worse.

It's wasteland after all.

Compared to death from starvation or illness, the number of people who were sold was insignificant, and prostitutes often needed such a place to help them deal with the troubles that were born unexpectedly... Of course, this is the one named Horaka NPCs, excuses for themselves.

Put away the weapon.

Feng Qing walked forward along the narrow aisle, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an immature face, looking at him with big round eyes.

The little girl was about eleven or twelve years old, and the blue-gray linen was wrapped around her in a skirt.

Stopping in front of the railing, Feng Qing bent down with his hands on his knees, and smiled friendlyly at the little girl with round eyes.

What's your name?

Maybe it was because she looked kinder, the little girl was not afraid of her at all, and said in a clear and sweet voice.

Tangerine!

Citrus...is a nice name.

Little Citrus slightly raised the corners of her mouth triumphantly.

Hmm, Sister Horaka took it for me!

Sister Horaka...is that the one with freckles beside her nose outside?

Yeah! Little Tangerine nodded and said happily, I heard that there was a Tangerine for a long time, it was a big Mandarin, but she was adopted by a kind person, so she left her name to me.

It can be seen that she likes this name very much, and she doesn't dislike that guy outside at all, and even regards that person as her mother.

Feng Qing felt a little sad.

Perhaps it is because the NPCs here are more human than human, this game is always extraordinarily real in inexplicable places.

How long have you lived here?

A month...about?

Citrus tilted her head, and she didn't know how long she had been here, after all, there were usually no people here.

perhaps?

Tangerine continued talking in a low voice while recalling.

Before we lived above, and only children who made mistakes would be brought here...Later, Sister Horaka said that the bad guys from the Alliance came and wanted to capture and eat us all. But she let us Don't be afraid, she said she will protect us, let us hide below for a while, and don't make too much noise.

Listening to that immature voice, Feng Qing was a little dumbfounded for a while.

bad guy...

But think about it too.

There is nothing as convenient as the Internet in the wasteland.

Maybe in the far south, or in the land west of the great desert, the alliance is a symbol of evil.

Seeing that the elder sister in front of her did not speak, Tangerine continued tentatively in a low voice.

The basement is too stuffy, and I don't know when the alliance will leave... Sister, are you going to take me away?

She feels that this sister is not bad.

The people are pretty, and the clothes are nice too.

Do you want to come with me?

Well! Sister Huolaka said that everyone will be adopted. The sooner the better, the later will be very troublesome, so when outsiders come, you must be good. Seeing that someone is willing to adopt her, Citrus's eyes sparkle , stretched out his little hand, and counted on his fingers seriously, I can sweep the floor, mop the floor, clean the windows, and I can also clean the table...

Seeing her counting on her fingers, Feng Qing felt a slight tightening in her heart, but she still smiled and praised softly.

It's great, unlike my sister who can only read poetry.

Poetry? Tangerine tilted her head.

Yeah! Feng Qing gently patted her head, I'll teach you when I get out.

She can read a lot of poetry, not just the few lines engraved on the plane for her own amusement.

Go back to the basement entrance.

Glancing at Horaka who was chained next to the cage, Feng Qing sighed and said.

You, why don't you go down and repent.

Horaka's face was pale, and she begged.

Don't, don't kill me...I have confessed everything, and I was also forced. If I don't do things for Mr. West, I will be sold to the predators.

You can argue with the judge about that kind of thing.

Feng Qing glanced outside the window in the corridor.

Not far away, two wheeled armored vehicles were parked at the gate of the courtyard. The 20mm heavy machine guns on the roof exuded a cold light. Well-trained soldiers quickly controlled the entire area. With the cooperation of small drones, four people Teams went door to door searching for signs of militants.

The armored vehicle bears the emblem of the 1st Corps.

There were still quite a few people who came, and there must have been a centurion.

Although their military operations in Luoxia Province were mainly to maintain order in the occupied area, when the players couldn't handle it, they also went to the front line to participate in several battles.

NPC troops with only one life, the style is closer to the regular army.

A few gangs dare to challenge the war machine of the alliance, it is simply tiresome.

...Look at this posture, maybe there will be another big event on New Year's Eve. Feng Qing's eyes gradually became excited.

A group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons passed through the main entrance, met Feng Qing's eyes, and walked towards this side.

The soldier walking in front opened the visor of his helmet, struck his left chest with his right fist, and said cleanly.

The 21st Centurion of the First Corps was ordered to take over this area, just leave it to us.

At the same time as the voice fell, a line of light blue text was updated on the VM.

[Task: Investigate the basement of the orphanage and wait for the arrival of the alliance troops (completed)]

Following the NPC's movements, Feng Qing also put his right fist on his chest and returned a military salute, smiled and said politely.

Well! I leave it to you.

The captain beckoned and sent a team to go to the basement, the other two teams went upstairs to search, and the rest stayed in the hall to wait for orders.

Looking at the heavily armed soldiers, Horaka, who was slumped on the ground, was ashamed.

She has no doubt at all that the Dagger Gang, which used to dominate the slums, is probably coming to an end this time...

The children locked up in the dungeon were quickly brought out.

What Fengqing didn't expect was that ninety-seven people were locked in that seemingly spacious dungeon.

Since the temperature on the surface is much colder than that in the basement, and there are no suitable clothes for them in the car, the Union soldiers can only let them wrap up in the quilts they found in the building, and hand them over to the refugee home. Professionals take care of it.

The rescued children clung to the quilts and looked blankly at the soldiers wearing exoskeletons, with horror written all over their faces, but they dared not speak out.

Some older girls guessed something, but their faces were also full of confusion about the future.

Seeing Feng Qing standing by the door, Xiao Citrus stopped in her tracks and whispered.

Sister... Are you from the alliance?

No matter how unintelligent she was, seeing sister Horaka's expression, she could guess something.

The soldier who took her into the car didn't urge her to go forward, but stopped beside her.

Feng Qing knelt down to look at her, gently stroked her head, and comforted her softly.

Don't worry, we won't eat yours.

Citrus asked in a low voice.

So, where are we going to be sent?

Feng Qing thought for a moment, and tried to describe.

Well... a warmer place than here, where people will teach you to read, write, and count.

Tangerine looked a little disappointed.

Won't someone adopt us?

Feng Qing didn't know how to answer this question, but seeing the little girl's lonely expression, he suddenly had an idea and said with a smile.

But my sister can come and play with you.

Tangerine's eyes lit up immediately.

Really?!

En! Feng Qing nodded vigorously, looked into her eyes, and stretched out her little finger, pull the hook.

Although she didn't know the meaning of doing this, but after shaking her fingers together, the little girl felt warm in her heart.

She suddenly felt that the alliance was not so scary anymore.

Maybe Sister Horaka has a wrong memory?

After happily saying thank you, Xiao Ganju waved her hand vigorously to say goodbye, and obediently followed the soldiers to the armored vehicle outside the gate of the courtyard.

Watching the armored vehicle drive away, Feng Qing waved her hand lightly with an aunt-like smile on her face

so cute……

Can I have one?

Suddenly realizing that her smile was a bit out of control, Feng Qing blushed instantly, shook her head hastily, and drove out that strange thought.

By the way... Spices, I have to buy some spices back home. Mumbling to herself, she hurried out of the yard and walked towards the market at the main entrance of Jubi.

Almost forgot about business!

It was getting dark.

At this time, I don’t know if it’s too late...

...

As it turned out, it was too late.

A sentry post stood at the main entrance of the slum, with barbed wire and barricades erected around the edge, and a large number of troops entered through the checkpoint.

Without a certificate, Xu Jin was not allowed to come out.

The loudspeaker hung on a wooden pole continued to shout into the slums, asking irrelevant personnel to stay at home to avoid accidental injuries from stray bullets.

This violent storm came suddenly and quickly, without any warning, as if it had been prepared early.

It wasn't just the slums that were blocked, the market in front of Jubi Gate was also cordoned off by the First Corps and completely blocked.

A group of merchants and mercenaries gathered at the gate of the market, shouting excitedly at the soldiers of the First Corps.

What are you guys doing!?

We are here to do business! We are not your residents!

Are you bandits!

That's enough, at worst, I won't do this business, let me get out of here—

In a sense, the alliance's actions broke the practice that Boulder City had maintained for more than a century, and extended its hand beyond the giant wall.

Most of these people were armed with weapons, and the atmosphere at the scene was tense for a while.

Just as everyone was cursing and making noise, a loud voice broke the hustle and bustle of the market in front of the gate.

Quiet!

Looking around at the excited crowd, the wrench raised the volume and continued.

We have received news that there is a group of black and evil gangs doing evil outside the giant wall. The close relatives of these predators are extremely arrogant. Not only do they commit crimes under our noses, but they dare to kidnap our citizens on our territory, the administrator Order to strictly investigate!

Everyone, please rest assured that we will never miss a wicked person, and we will never wrong a good person.

Before his words fell, the voices at the scene became noisy again. Obviously some people are taking the lead in booing and stirring up the emotions of those wastelanders.

What does this have to do with us! It's not us who kidnapped you!

This is outside the settlement, we haven't entered your house, you are too strict!

Where is the boundary of the alliance, why is your territory everywhere—

boom--!

The ear-piercing gunshots silenced all the noisy voices.

Looking coldly at those noisy wastelanders, he raised his gun to the wrench in the sky, and continued in a cold tone.

I'm not finished yet.

The machine gun on the top of the armored vehicle pointed at it from a distance, and the pitch-black muzzle chilled countless people's backs.

Facing those murderous gazes, even the most ferocious wastelander can't help but pick up the truth that a good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses.

Surrounding here are not only the heavily armed soldiers, but also the residents of the shelter.

Except for those guys who are equipped with strange prosthetic bodies and don't look too smart, many of them can clearly feel the breath of the awakened ones.

The gangsters mixed in the crowd were breaking out in cold sweat. Seeing such a serious battle, they had a faint sense of foreboding in their hearts.

Looking at the silent crowd, the wrench put the pistol back on his waist expressionlessly, and continued speaking concisely.

Wherever the bullet flies, we will control it.

Within range, it is our territory.

A large number of armored vehicles came from the north, as well as the No. 1 tank that came down from the front line. The murderous armor made countless people feel cold hands and feet.

At this time, a centurion wearing a heavy exoskeleton walked up to the wrench and gave a military salute.

The slums are locked down!

Wrench nodded.

Ready to implement the second phase plan.

yes!

The centurion stood at attention and gave a military salute, and immediately trotted to the side of the road, beckoned the armored vehicle to start, and led his brothers towards the checkpoint.

The commander of the militia regiment who cooperated with the operation glanced at the direction of the checkpoint, and then at the wrench.

Don't you act after the year?

An attempt was made to kidnap a shelter resident, and the action was brought forward.

Anyway, the preparations are almost done, and there is not much difference between a few days earlier and a few days later. In order to prevent those people from slipping into the wasteland, the manager ordered to start in advance.

Hearing the wrench's answer, the commander had a surprised expression on his face.

Kidnapping Vault Residents?

Are those guys tired of living?

Are you all right?

The wrench replied casually.

If you're asking the people who kidnapped her, they're probably dead.

Commander: ...

After controlling the wastelanders in the market, the First Corps did not immediately track down the gang members hiding inside, but only gave them a window to surrender, and then focused their operations on the slums next door.

The cameras on the huge wall and the drones of the Giant Stone Military Industry have locked the residences of the leaders of the major gangs early on. The pigeon missiles and 155mm howitzers deployed on the fence are on standby, ready for a surgical cleanup at any time.

With the cooperation of the infantry, armored vehicles drove directly into the slums, and went straight to the strongholds of the major gangs to kill them.

In the words of the managers, catch the most jumping big fish first, and then kill a batch of half-sized and small ones, and the remaining small fish and shrimps will naturally be honest.

It is not only the First Corps that is performing tasks, but also the Burning Corps stationed in Boulder City.

Upon hearing the big job ordered by the manager himself, the players who were busy preparing for the New Year's Eve event immediately put down their work, picked up the guy and rushed to the assembly point to complete the assembly.

How can fighting with aliens be as exciting as beating up predators?

The last team battle seemed like a long time ago!

In a short while, the Burning Legion has assembled more than five hundred brothers.

In the snowy field, Lao Bai, wearing a power armor and carrying a rifle, walked to the front of the line and turned on the loudspeaker, shouting loudly.

The wanted information has been updated on the task bar! Share a bonus of 1 million silver coins!

Full price for life, half price for death!

Hearing such a generous mission reward, the eyes of all the players who were ready to go had green lights.

It seems that the ones hiding in the slums are not gangsters, but walking gold coins, breathing rewards!

Noticing the Powered Armor coming from the side, Quit in the team was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly recognized the kid as Ye Shi, and exclaimed.

Damn it! Ye Shi, why are you in the perception department wearing power armor?!

The visor of the helmet was undone.

Ye Shi, who was wearing the OD-10 Dragon Cavalry power armor, glanced at the quit-smoking brother who was a head shorter than himself, and said with a playful smile.

Hey, my contribution point has already reached the knight, why can't I wear it? How about I lend you some?

Quit smoking: Damn!

This idea is really exciting, and Ye Shi probably won't urge himself to pay it back, but after thinking about quitting smoking, he finally dismissed the idea.

One million silver coins for a power armor, if it was only a little short, he would have borrowed it, but unfortunately it was more than a little short.

It is better to wait for the contribution points to climb to the knight level, and then save money to buy it.

Looking at the noisy brothers, Lao Bai cleared his throat and shouted.

Everyone is not new, so I won't talk nonsense.

Check your equipment and get ready for action!

He was answered by loud and excited cheers.

Aww!

Although it is not far from the slums, they are not afraid to hear their voices. After all, they are not trained functional NPCs, and they can't understand the dialect in their shelter.

In addition, at the beginning of the operation, the alliance simultaneously launched electronic warfare against the gangs in the slums, and interfered with the radio bands commonly used by major gangs.

At this moment, the control of the grassroots by the top leaders of the major gangs has been completely paralyzed, and one or two of the eyeliners planted in the slums have become decorations, and they can only communicate verbally in the chaos, or fight on their own.

A long time ago, the Guards Corps was collecting and monitoring the communication channels of those gang members. This work was carried out simultaneously with the investigation of infiltration in the slums.

The alliance's electronic warfare capabilities are not very useful to the legion, and it is occasionally suppressed by the legion, but it is not easy to bully these little guys.

Many gang members also use a walkie-talkie, and they use the civilian walkie-talkie bought on the market.

Facing the alliance's well-trained regular army and wolf-like players, these stragglers active in the slums were quickly divided and surrounded, and killed one by one.

The banging gunshots were like firecrackers played in advance, and the orange-yellow gun flames and tracers shuttled wantonly in the narrow alleys.

In just one hour, countless gang members were killed and injured in the slums. There were hundreds of corpses lying in disorder on one street alone, and countless people were blocked in the alleys. The mud mixed with snow water It was soaked into dark red by blood plasma.

This can no longer be called war.

It was a one-sided massacre!

Standing at the door of West Willow Tavern, looking at the two armored vehicles parked by the side of the road, West's face was full of astonishment and horror, and his eyes were blood red.

He had long expected that the alliance might attack them, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, so fast that he was not prepared at all.

Seeing the impenetrable troops that surrounded the place, West knew that resistance would lead to death, so he immediately yelled at the thugs in the bar.

Put down the guns for me! Are you crazy? Can these things beat the power armor and tanks outside?!

The subordinates were all taken aback by the yelling, and became at a loss.

West gritted his teeth, heartbroken, picked up a suitcase and walked out quickly, and shouted loudly as he watched the soldiers aiming at him.

Don't shoot! Wait! Don't shoot!

The murderous dagger with two big fists looked at him and said with a grin.

What? You still have a last word to say?

Glancing tremblingly at the pair of fists as big as iron pans, West swallowed, smiled coyly, and spread out the suitcase in his hand.

There are bundles of colorful banknotes lying inside!

Some are Cr, some are silver banknotes, and the rest are some light brown banknotes. I don’t know where the money came from, but the face value is not small anyway.

My lord... I implore you to put your hands high and let the little one go. This money will be regarded as my honor to you and your brothers.

Before the murder dagger opened his mouth, the kidney fighter with only his head and limbs on the side glared and tightened his grip on the thing in his hand.

Stupid! Kill you, the money is mine too!

The good dog was taken aback when he heard this, and stopped him quickly.

Wait a minute, this guy seems to be on the arrest warrant, full price for living, half price for dead!

Kidney Fighter was taken aback for a moment, then he laughed.

Yeah, catch him alive! Handcuff him!

Several players immediately stepped forward and knocked the guy with the suitcase to the ground, ignoring his yelling.

West, who was pressed to the ground with his hands cut behind his back, choked on muddy water, his face was full of embarrassment, remorse and despair.

These guys have no morals at all!

If I had known earlier, he would have escaped from the path...

There were continuous and intensive gunshots from the tavern behind him, but it didn't last long before the last flickering flame was extinguished.

Not long after, he saw another group of soldiers walking towards this side, pressing Jeff who had previously hid in the safe house.

And it's not just them.

The boss of the Dean Gang and the second leader of the Poison Gang were also caught together...

Looking at those familiar faces, West's heart fell to the bottom.

He didn't understand until now.

The alliance has been eyeing them for a long time, and 80% of them have even marked on the map which way they will escape.

The disheartened Jeff was dragged by a power armor and knelt beside West.

These soldiers seemed to be planning to classify them.

Struggling with his hands and feet, Jeff's Adam's apple moved, looked at the power armor standing beside him, and said in a hoarse voice.

Even if you kill me, other gangs will replace us, and that won't solve any problems.

Let me meet your boss... Dear manager, we can cooperate. I will help you with the dirty work that is inconvenient for you. Give me a chance!

Lao Bai, who was standing aside, glanced at the chattering fellow, and suddenly smiled.

Cooperation? You guys think too highly of yourself.

He had actually seen these people.

That was a long time ago.

Although the alliance did not issue a mission to exterminate these guys at the time, he knew that sooner or later the managers would clean up these people.

Jeff froze.

The man's next words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

You have no value for waste utilization. It would be better for us if you died.

As for the others becoming you.

I'll send them to accompany you.