This Game Is Too Realistic

On the northern outskirts of Yongye Port, on the windward entrance that has been hit by wind and sand, there is a small alley called Heishui Lane.

This is the slum of Yongye Port, where most of the residents are marginalized groups other than the Wilantes.

Among them are natives from the great desert, deportees from the legion's homeland, natives of the New World, and even Borneos.

The complex ethnic composition and sharp contradictions have created a mixed bag of good and bad here.

Although local gang members did not dare to brazenly fight under the eyes of the Willant people, vendettas and armed fights did occur from time to time, just like in West Sails Harbor after the Southern Legion took over.

The Weiland people don't care about the life and death of these scraps. They are just cheap and easy-to-use labor. Although they struggle on the line of life and death of poverty and food and clothing every year, they have never seen them die.

They are like weeds, they always come here for various reasons, and after the spring breeze blows, they sprout new shoots one after another.

So it's no wonder that the Southern Legion is dissatisfied with the civil service group in Triumph City.

The Triumph City-style squeeze was too inefficient, even weak.

If those idiots in Triumph City could be like them and build a mutual harm society at the bottom, where flies and mice would beat each other to pieces over a piece of shit, and spit on each other over who was more smelly, Xifan The initial riots in Hong Kong were simply impossible.

Just like Yongye Port.

There would be no laborers dying of exhaustion on the wharves of the Vallantians.

Before they collapse from exhaustion, they will be quietly buried in a place where no one can see, amidst the laughter of everyone, with a sudden awakening of regret.

For example, Blackwater Lane.

After all, they weren't from Wilant, so there was no way they could be buried in the same place as the losers from Wilant.

Walking in this garbage treatment plant, several players whispered to each other in low voices, exchanging words that might get them beaten if the locals understood them.

Medical Miracle: ...Actually, the Wilantes are not extreme enough. They actually allowed these bagasses to rot at their doorsteps instead of burying them in the desert.

Angry Fatty Liver: No, if you drive people to the desert, wouldn't they become predators?

Pickled Fish: She can also be the mother of goblins.

Medical Miracle: Tsk, that's the important point, I said buried. You treated me like a treat to a restaurant, and you politely walked me to the door.

Angry Fatty Liver: Are you crazy?! Then who will do the work for you?

Pickled Fish: +1, you are a bit too extreme.

Listening to the conversation of the three cerebral palsy men behind him, the Taran Raider's head was filled with black lines.

How does he feel that he has recruited another group of valuable people?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this was also the case before. His Desert Corps had never recruited normal people.

No wonder he couldn't reach T0!

No matter how you think about it, it’s all these members’ fault!

Shut up, you guys, don't you think your foreign language is not impressive enough here?

After hearing their boss's words, the three players finally stopped for a while.

It's not because they have convinced the boss.

The main reason is that I am worried that if the colorful pen messes up the task later, I will be blamed.

Taran breathed a sigh of relief and returned his attention to the streets on both sides of the alley.

In order not to make his team look like they were on an outing, he specially brought only three close friends he had just met. As for the remaining thirty new members, he arranged for them to check into a hotel room.

After entering the great desert, they will be useful.

As for now, too many people will get in the way, and they may be targeted by the Weirant people.

Finding clues isn't easy.

The houses on Blackwater Street were all built haphazardly. Not to mention the house numbers, some houses even had to find their doors for a while.

The address on the note was also very abstract, and few people could even understand it when asking for directions.

But this is not difficult for him.

Taran's eyes searched along the street for a while, and soon his eyes lit up.

The Horseshoe Tavern... has three facades from the right. Go in from the alley and turn right. You've found it! It's right here, follow me!

Seeing his excited look, the medical miracle next to him couldn't help but give a reminder.

Boss...we have passed that horseshoe-shaped sign three times.

The pickled fish on the side also nodded with an affirmative expression on his face.

+1, I'm impressed too.

Taran's face turned red and she glared at him.

Why didn't you tell me earlier!

The medical miracle suddenly looked innocent.

I asked you what you were looking for for a long time, but you told me not to ask and follow you. I thought you knew where you were going... You should have told me if you were lost.

Taran blushed and was speechless.

The pickled fish next to him glanced at the unreliable leader suspiciously and said hesitantly.

...Brother, can you do it?

Taran said angrily.

……Shut up!

The three players exchanged glances with each other, the suspicion in their eyes getting stronger and stronger.

perhaps……

Maybe this mission really isn't that important.

Otherwise, it is really difficult to explain why the task was given to this scammer...

The four people at this moment did not know that at the same time as they turned into the alley, several Wilant soldiers appeared in the place where they passed before.

Although the Southern Army and the Alliance have not declared war on each other, both sides have already beaten their brains out in Borneo. At this time, people from the Alliance suddenly appeared on the territory of the Southern Army. How could they not be targeted?

Even if you have a visa from Triumph City, it won’t work!

As early as when the blue gophers got off the pier, the garrison stationed near the pier focused on them and caught a group of them at the door of the hotel.

The garrison planned to conduct separate interrogations on the blue coats who were suspected of being spies. However, when counting the number of people, they found that the number of people they captured did not match the number of people who disembarked.

Finding that a fish had slipped through the net, the garrison commander immediately ordered someone to chase it.

In this way, this group of guards, led by a captain of ten, chased them all the way from the dock to Blackwater Street in the north.

Seeing that they were about to catch up, they turned a few corners and found that they were missing.

Damn, I lost you!

The captain who led the team had a sullen face and cursed in front of the smelly street.

The several Wilante guards who followed him looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Their eyes looked around at the dark alleys and the closed doors and windows.

Although Blackwater Lane is considered the boundary of Yongye Port, most people from Weiland will not come here at all.

Following the captain, a guard swallowed and asked nervously.

Boss...what should we do now?

The centurion squinted his eyes and searched both sides of the street for a while.

There is indeed something wrong with these blue gophers.

If there was no problem, why would they run away?

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and immediately gave the order.

These guys can't run far, they must still be in the area near Blackwater Street... Contact the local gang and offer a reward!

The guard looked solemn and immediately took the order.

yes!

…

Getting lost was just an episode during the journey and did not affect the performance of the Desert Corps' mission.

Following the small piece of paper provided by [Key NPC], Taran followed the diagram and quickly found the next key NPC in the task chain - the mercenary named Nok.

Everything goes smoothly like the ancestral toilet of Cup Club.

Looking at the man leaning against the door of the small house with stubble covering his chin, [Talan Raider] vividly confessed what he was here for and who he was looking for, focusing on sincerity.

After listening to his narration, the NPC Nock standing at the door touched his unshaven chin and said thoughtfully.

Martin... this name sounds familiar to me, but I can't remember it for a while. How about you come back in a few days?

Taran was overjoyed when he heard this, but without any expression on his face, he calmly took out two twenty dinars.

Maybe this will help you remember something.

Looking at the gold coin in his hand, the unshaven man suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face, and then accepted it with a smile.

Martin! I remembered, I know this guy! I had a drink with him yesterday. The pub just at the intersection is called...whatever the name is.

The Horseshoe Tavern, right?

Admiring the shocked face, Taran smiled slightly, threw two heavy gold coins into his hand, and patted his greasy shoulder.

...This is just a deposit. If you can bring him to me, the final payment will be a hundred times this amount.

Hearing the big promise promised by the leader, the three boys following him took a deep breath.

4000 dinars!

Even if converted into silver coins at the best exchange rate, it would still cost 800 silver coins!

This amount of money is a small amount for those big guys, but it is still a lot for newcomers like them.

It can be seen that their leader has spent a lot of money on this mission!

As expected, the man named Nok had a greedy expression on his face and put the gold coins into his arms.

No problem, but...how should I contact you after I find him?

Taran smiled lightly and said slowly.

I've been staying at the Oak Barrel Hotel in the port area these days, and the eye-catching beer barrel is the sign. If you go to the hotel's waiter and tell me my name, Taran, he will naturally bring you to see me.

His brothers had booked the whole hotel, and it was all his people.

Although there are many newbies in his corps, he is not a newbie, but his presence in the server is relatively low.

After participating in so many expansion packs and picking up so many pieces of wool from Aguang, the investment of a mere 4,000 dinars was still very easy for him.

As long as you can get the job done, it's all worth it.

After explaining what needed attention, Taran turned around and left with his three younger brothers.

Seeing the leader's done it look, Pickled Fish asked worriedly.

Boss, is this all over?

Taran smiled faintly, with a confident expression on his face.

It's too early to say it's over, but it's almost there.

Now that the guy named Martin is at the port, everything is easier to say.

Local gangs might be better at finding people than the police.

The next thing to do is to wait patiently for the flowers to bloom.

Fatty Liver, who had been silent all this time, frowned and whispered thoughtfully.

But I always feel it's a bit too simple... It's such a coincidence that Martin is here in Yongye Port?

Indeed... Medical Miracle touched his chin, If this task is really that simple, wouldn't it be possible for anyone to do it?

Seeing that these cheaters looked down on him, Taran rolled his eyes.

This is called cash ability, you know nothing.

Angry Fatty Liver: ...

Pickled Fish: The boss is awesome!

Watching the figures disappear at the entrance of the alley, the man named Nok turned back to the house and gently closed the rusty iron door.

The moment he closed the door, the bright smile disappeared from his face, and his two soybean-sized eyes shone fiercely.

A bald man in a vest, carrying a rusty saw, turned out of the next room and looked at Nock who returned to the house and asked.

Boss, who is outside?

The man had a centipede-like scar tattooed on his collar, which looked very ferocious.

If there were any locals here, they would be scared to death by this scar.

His name is York, nicknamed Doctor, but his usual job is not to see doctors, but to collect debts on Blackwater Street with a group of hyena gang members.

As for the man he respectfully calls the boss, naturally his name is not Nock, but Morse, the leader of the Hyena Gang.

The gangsters on Blackwater Street called him Broken Finger.

The reason for this name is mainly because almost half of the gamblers on Blackwater Street have left their fingers on him.

I don't know, they are a group of outsiders, and they seem to come from a place far, far away... There is a smell of sea tide on their dinars.

Putting the tip of his nose against the two gold coins and taking a deep breath, Morse narrowed his eyes slightly, and a playful smile gradually appeared on the corners of his upturned mouth.

They call me Nok, but they don't recognize my face... I guess they don't actually know the owner of this room.

York, who had a scar on his chest, had a stern look in his eyes and said with a sinister smile.

But maybe they can pay back the dead dog.

Repay the money? Morse smiled faintly and said slowly, York, open your mind a little. Are you satisfied just by paying back the money?

4000 dinars?

He was so generous when he opened his mouth. If he didn't cost them 40,000 yuan, it would be a shame for his reputation as a broken finger!

With greed in his eyes, Morse paused for a moment and said with a smile.

My gut tells me we can get more out of those guys... more, more, more.

The richest people in this port are the merchants who go to sea.

After all, in their eyes, the most profitable dock serves that group of merchants.

The key figure is a guy named Martin, and they seem to have mentioned an organization called the Enlightenment Society.

Morse didn't care what the organization was, he only cared about how much money he could make.

As he spoke, he passed by York and walked into the next room.

I saw a skinny man sitting in the corner.

His face was black and blue, his eye sockets were sunken, and his forehead bones were protruding. He was dying like a dying wild dog.

This guy is the real Nock.

It is said that this unlucky guy was once a powerful figure in the market. He once worked as a sailor for a wealthy man in a triumphal city. The settlements he visited could fill a thick book.

Unfortunately, he had bad luck. He turned to be a mercenary and did not get rid of the bad gambling habit he picked up when he was a sailor. He also got involved in the snake grass smuggled from Snake State to Yongye Port, and owed nearly two thousand yuan. Thousands of dinars of debt.

For ordinary people, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

The Hyena Gang spent a thousand dinars to acquire this bad debt, so naturally they couldn't be satisfied with just getting back 40 dinars.

They never trade at a loss.

After walking to Nok's side and squatting down, Morse took the dagger from the hand of the younger brother on the side and gently patted Nok's trembling face with the back of the knife.

Do you know a guy named Martin?

The fearful look in his eyes was like seeing a demon, and Nox shook his head tremblingly.

No, no... I don't recognize it - ahhhh!!!

Heart-rending screams rang out in the room, and a dagger was inserted into his thigh.

The blade was completely gone.

Seeing the heart-rending screams gradually turning into breathless sobs, Morse smiled at the dead dog and reached out to gently cover his mouth.

Shh... don't scream so miserable, I avoided your arteries.

When he said this, his conversation suddenly changed again.

But that won't be the case next time... You'd better think it through before answering my question.

As he spoke, he placed his calloused palm on the handle of the dagger, squinting his eyes slightly and moving closer.

Enlightenment meeting, Martin, did you think of anything when you heard these two words?

Nok, who opened and closed his mouth, shrank back in fear, with the back of his head pressed against the wall, his eyes fixed on the dagger stuck in his leg, like a pig entering a slaughterhouse.

His consciousness was on the verge of fainting, and he didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

If it were before, he would definitely not be driven to the end by a few villains.

However, he is no longer the same person as before, and gambling and drugs have emptied his body.

Morse was a little impatient in waiting, and he was holding the dagger slightly hard, ready to give this dead dog a little look.

At this moment, a young man came in from outside and said in a low voice.

Boss, the Weirant people have issued a reward, saying that several spies from the alliance have sneaked into Blackwater Street...1,000 dinars for the dead and two thousand for the alive.

Morse's eyes narrowed.

The reward...where did it come from?

The younger brother replied immediately.

Port garrison!

York looked at Morse and said with some heartbeat.

... Do you want to do this job?

The work done by Weirant people is generally relatively reliable. They get whatever they say they will pay, and they never fail to pay.

Moreover, the people in the garrison were worthy of their favor, so it would be best to find a guard they knew as a favor.

Morse didn't answer. He thought about it silently for a while, then frowned and looked at the younger brother.

Besides the news about the reward? Is there any other news? For example... about the characteristics of the spies, the location of the last sighting, etc.

The younger brother was stunned for a moment, thought hard for a moment and then replied.

...The people from the garrison didn't say anything clearly. They just said that we should pay attention to the new faces.

When he said this, his heart moved, and he shouted as if he was remembering something.

Ah, by the way, I heard from the guard that they seemed to have lost him at an intersection not far from here. He told us to look for him more around here.

York, who was standing aside, muttered in a low voice.

The nearby intersection...the intersection of the main road? Next to the Horseshoe Tavern.

Horseshoe Tavern!

Upon hearing this name, Morse showed a surprised expression at first, and then his eyes narrowed quickly.

At this moment, the boy nodded quickly and continued.

Yes, yes, it's right next to that tavern... and also, they seem to have caught a batch of them. It's in front of a hotel called Oak Barrel in the port area.

Can you finish what you have to say in one go? Don't act like you're squeezing out toothpaste. York slapped the boy on the back of the head and cursed.

The younger brother had a frightened expression on his face and shrank his neck tremblingly.

That's it...

It's actually them...

Listening to Morse talking casually, York had a surprised expression on his face.

Boss... do you know them?

Rather than knowing, it's better to say that they were at our door just now. Morse had a strange expression on his face.

What a coincidence, right?

York was stunned for a moment, and then threw away the saw in ecstasy.

I'm going to chase them right now!

Seeing York hurriedly preparing to go out, Morse pulled out the dagger inserted in Nok's thigh and motioned to the boy next to him to bandage him.

You don't know what he looks like. Let me go with you.

The Enlightenment, Martin...even involved Alliance spies.

The 1,000 dinars were well spent.

Morse's shoulders shook slightly, and a pleasant smile appeared on his face.

What ordinary people see is risk, but what he sees is golden dinar.

Things are getting interesting...

Nok, who was dying and leaning against the wall, looked desperately at the madman in front of him.

He always felt that he was involved in something terrible...

…

At the same time when the gang members in Blackwater Lane were all agitated, on the roof of an abandoned factory not far from Nok's house, two men were looking into the direction of Blackwater Lane with binoculars.

Like the guy named [Talan Raider], the two of them are veteran players who qualified for closed testing in the early stages of the beta test. They have played for more than two years and are both above level 30.

As the best among the dawdling players, although they are not as good as those T1 and T2 bosses who stir up the whole wasteland world, they can still be regarded as seeing a lot of tricks to cut leeks.

They have seen both players' routines and NPC's routines.

It was precisely because of this that they didn't pay any attention to the guy's deception and left the team as soon as they landed.

Sure enough, not long after they left, something happened to the rookies.

Those guys with Big Nose and Brother Fang had their brains beaten out of them in Borneo Province. These guys actually went through the customs with the visas issued by Triumph City and even checked into a hotel.

This is not taking the realism of this game seriously at all!

However, from an overall perspective, this is not a bad thing.

The newbies landed ashore with electronic passports issued by the Adhesive Community. In other words, their legal identities were recognized by Triumph City.

It is impossible for the Southern Army to find any evidence of spies from them. As for the forged evidence, they can only deceive their own people at best.

But for the alliance, this matter can be used as a bargaining chip that can play a role in diplomatic games.

Anyway, the ones being detained are clones, so it doesn't count as risking the lives of citizens.

Even if you accidentally die heroically, you can just wait three days and it will be over.

Furthermore, unknown to Taran, he was not the only one to receive the mission.

The two old players standing on the top of the building have now determined that as long as they are over level 30, they can trigger the task of investigating the enlightenment meeting.

There are only three players above level 30 on the entire ship.

That fool caused quite a stir. The whole Blackwater Alley was in a state of agitation.

[Desert Eagle] chuckled and put down the telescope in his hand.

The teammates standing next to him looked at him and asked.

Just leave him alone?

The Desert Eagle shrugged and said disapprovingly.

There's no need to worry about it. What if he is caught... Besides, it's not a bad thing to let him make some noise. Going to find an enlightenment meeting in the desert is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It's better to alert the other party. If they sense that we are looking for them, maybe they will take the initiative to look for us.

By then, we might be able to find some clues.

In fact, the mission briefing made it very clear that the Alliance's Guards Corps was not sure that the Enlightenment Society was involved in the war in Borneo. They only heard that a researcher with the identity of a refuge resident appeared on the Southern Army side.

That guy used technology from the Age of Prosperity to develop a virus called the Death Agent.

This is very similar to what the Enlightenment would do.

Considering that most of the colonies of the Southern Legion are located on the edge of the Great Desert, the Alliance reasonably speculates that the Southern Legion should have reached some kind of agreement with the Enlightenment.

There is a lot of freedom in this task.

Any intelligence that is confirmed to be valuable can be exchanged for contribution points and silver coins, and as the investigation deepens, further hidden tasks may be triggered.

However, precisely because of this ultra-high degree of freedom, the difficulty behind this task will definitely not be small.

Just like the mother nest of Baiyue Province, no one has completed the tasks released last year this year.

After listening to this idiot's plan, [Junichiro Xiaokawa] couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

It's really cool...this wave of selling teammates is really cool.

There is no yin and yang meaning.

He really thought it was awesome.

However, Sha Diao was not satisfied with his statement and refuted it with a click of his tongue.

What does it mean to betray your teammates? This means to scare others away from the grass and ask for directions. Learn from it!

Strictly speaking, these individual players are all stones thrown by the managers.

And it’s the kind that willing people take the bait.

As for the fool named Taran, it was the stone he threw.

It would be great if that guy was caught, the Enlightenment Society might take the initiative to find him.

The comedian was amazed after hearing this.

If you say yes, then that's it.