This Game Is Too Realistic

On the streets of the West Third Ring Road, the night was lit up by the fire of incendiary bombs, which could be clearly seen even from several kilometers away.

Sitting by the broken floor-to-ceiling windows in an abandoned high-rise building, Taiwei, Sesame Paste and Sisi were looking at the fire rising into the sky in the distance.

Since the concentration of spores decreases with height, they chose to camp on the 50th floor.

Although there are also alien species wandering in this building, since there is no incubation room or mother nest, most of the alien species are scattered in various areas of the building. They are neither clustered nor blocked on the stairs, so it is not too difficult to get up from the safe passage.

At best, it just takes a while.

"Oh! What a big fire!" The boiling fire was reflected in his eyes, and Tails' eyes were shining brightly.

This is much more exciting than watching fireworks!

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

Sisi: "That's right. The wave seems to be all-round, not just in the northern suburbs. Logically speaking, the situation in the West Third Ring Road should be more intense."

Sesame paste puts his hands together.

"I hope everyone is okay."

Ever since the sun just set, the explosions over there haven't stopped.

First, four planes flew across the sky, and then rows of fires ignited, completely engulfing the ruined streets.

What followed was probably ground troops.

A fierce exchange of fire broke out between the mercenaries of Boulder City and Tide among the ruins, and tracer bullets could occasionally be seen flashing from time to time.

Although Rourou also wanted to see it, he was afraid of heights and did not dare to get too close to the edge of the building. He only dared to look at it from a distance.

Crow Crow and Teng Teng were cooking, and several NPCs next to them were salivating and swallowing their saliva.

In addition to the guard named Xu Shun, there were five new employees recruited from Boulder City who came back with them this time. They were between 16 and 20 years old, both male and female.

According to the NPC named Shuyu in the office, these new employees went to the northern suburbs to receive "entry training."

It was the first time for many people to leave the city, and they were full of anxiety.

But when he smelled the aroma wafting from the pot, all the uneasy emotions were instantly diluted.

Even though we are out of the protection of the giant wall, it doesn't seem bad to be able to eat such delicious food?

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

"It's time to eat!"

As soon as he heard that dinner was about to begin, he was sitting on the edge of the building watching the lively tails a second ago, and immediately went to the iron pot on the fire.

“It smells so good!”

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

"What's for dinner?"

Crow Crow, holding the spoon in his hand, said proudly with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Bird stewed with mushrooms!"

Teng Teng made arrangements and distributed bowls and chopsticks to everyone.

"The conditions for camping outside are a bit rough, so everyone can just eat whatever they want."

Sesame paste also came over happily.

"I'm here to help too!"

It's okay to eat casually.

Xu Shun felt ashamed after understanding this sentence.

The residents of these shelters have really redefined what it means to eat casually.

However, after spending so much time together, he was used to how particular these shelter residents were in their lives.

The group of people sat around the fire, holding steaming bowls in their hands, chatting about what they planned to do after returning from Boulder City.

"I have decided!" Describing his grand plan, Teng Teng's eyes were full of determination and he said with great enthusiasm, "When I return to the shelter, I must use my scissors to correct the way the NPCs in Boulder City were led. Aesthetics!"

Sisi: "Well, I think...this may not be your problem."

LSP is human nature.

And that kind of clothes, separated from the cultural background, is actually quite normal if you think about it wrongly.

Tail is equally motivated: "Tail too! Boulder City still lacks a mercenary union! How could MM be missing such an important organization!"

Crow Crow: "Where's the sesame paste?"

The cat ears on the top of his head swayed slightly. Sesame Paste was a little embarrassed to speak at first, but seeing everyone talking about this topic, he relaxed his reserve.

"I want to send a courier!"

Sisi asked strangely: "Why send express?"

Sesame paste's eyes sparkled.

“Don’t you think it looks cool when you’re delivering goods on a motorcycle?”

Are you in "Journey of Strange X"?

It is said that there are quite a few "performance artists" in "Wasteland OL". The official skins are not sold, and players are DIY. Such conservative hobbies are not common.

Sisi nodded thoughtfully and suggested.

"How about a 12-inch revolver?"

Seeing that he was from the same profession, Sesame paste smiled shyly and opened the bag he carried with him. There was a silver revolver inside.

"Hehe, actually I already bought it."

However, this gun is handsome, but the recoil is too great.

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

Tails, who had been slowing down for a while because of eating, his eyes lit up.

"Ride a motorcycle to deliver goods...I understand! Is he the delivery boy? He is indeed handsome!"

Especially when you are hungry!

Teng Teng's expression was a little subtle.

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

…

Players can still eat steaming food, but the mercenaries who fight with alien species in the West Third Ring Road are not so lucky.

The gunfire continued until the early morning of the next day. From the shattered square to the nearby crumbling buildings to the commercial streets that were more than ten meters underground, sticky blood was flowing on every inch of the land.

Some of them belong to alien species, and some belong to mercenaries.

Sporadic fighting continues.

But as the sun rose, it was clear that it was coming to an end.

Carrying a rifle and emerging from the rubble, Tommy took off his bloody gas mask and threw it away. He took a new one, but didn't put it on immediately.

The mother nest that spread to this area was destroyed. Although there was a gray-green mist surrounding it, a small amount of inhalation would not cause any serious harm.

He had been in the small tunnel all night, and now he just wanted to breathe in the fresh air outside.

Even if the air is mixed with sand.

At this time, another mercenary wearing an exoskeleton, holding a broken drone assault rifle in his hand, came over from the ruins opposite, cursing.

"Damn...the money I make is not enough to repair my equipment. What do you have on your hands?"

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

A week ago, the wave suddenly broke out, and these mercenaries became popular overnight. The militiamen who had never looked at them in the past also became polite.

After all, when it comes to something as big as a wave, 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 experienced experts like them.

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

Virgil said: "Five rookies died, and the others were fine. Only one unlucky guy had his leg bitten off by a crawler."

Tommy clicked his tongue.

"That's really tragic."

Virgil shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm lucky to have saved my life."

In the mercenary business, it's common to have broken arms and legs.

If you save enough money, you can replace it with a mechanical prosthesis. If that doesn't work, you can still use an exoskeleton. But if you can't even afford an exoskeleton, you can only retire early.

As for the newbies?

That's not a mercenary.

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

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

After all, if you remember it, it will be in vain. No one is sure whether it will be used in two days.

This kind of thing is all too common.

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

The two powered armors stood motionless at the gate, never moving their legs from beginning to end. People couldn't help but wonder whether the two iron lumps could still move.

"It would be nice if they took action."

Virgil smiled.

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

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

The Boulder City militia seems to regard them as mascots.

But what confuses Tommy is, in this case, what is the significance of the two iron lumps standing here?

Supervise the war?

Is that necessary?

Not far away, another group of newcomers in a crooked formation were sent over to spend time with those newcomers.

Also coming were hundreds of two-headed oxen and twenty or thirty horses.

These animals carry large and small bags of supplies on their backs, including food, water, and ammunition. You can even find weapons, accessories, and some items that are considered rare even in the market of Boulder City.

The people holding these two-headed oxen were the merchants of Boulder City.

Since the mercenaries' wages are paid daily and the amount is not small, some businessmen who can't wait for them to return home will come over to make the first money. Others have received orders from the militia groups and are responsible for delivering supplies from Boulder was transported to the front lines.

This may seem a little weird.

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

But there is nothing we can do about it.

If you don't choose this, the militia will have to hire a lot of refugees with too much work and little energy, or use a small number of four-legged mechanical dogs.

No matter which one you choose, the cost will be much higher than outsourcing.

Virgil patted Tommy on the shoulder.

"Let's go and get something to eat."

Tommy shook his head.

"No need, I brought dry food."

Ever since the contractor's "military food" made him hungry, he no longer believed in the character of those so-called "good helpers".

Do you expect businessmen to be moral?

It's better to hope that the aliens will go back to the city center on their own.

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

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

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

Nutritional paste.

Ever since he knew what that thing was made of, he would rather starve to death than eat it...

…

Just as the mercenaries were heading to the pack team to collect supplies, select goods, or spend money to have some fun, a large group of bargaining merchants were surrounding the quartermaster not far from the pack team.

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

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

In the early years, Boulder City simply hired merchants to take the bodies of these alien species and cannon fodder outside the city to prevent them from smelling and rotting at their doorstep, causing plague and larger waves.

Later, some smart people discovered that these gnawers and crawlers were all high-quality "raw materials."

As long as you spend more time and money on inactivating slime molds, you can completely turn them into edible nutritional paste!

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

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

Slave owners in the south, especially the large farms in Jinchuan Province, were very interested in these things.

They are large and cheap, and have slightly higher nutritional value than green wheat. They can also supplement a small amount of protein, making slaves and livestock stronger.

Although it is more cost-effective to feed the slaves green wheat, the slaves will become thinner and thinner, and growing large amounts of green wheat will deplete the fertility of the soil.

But nutritional cream does not have this problem.

Not only nutritional pastes, but also organic fertilizers, bio-oils, food additives, etc., can all be extracted from the aliens.

Although the recovery efficiency is average, maybe even 10% is not enough, 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 businessmen began to help Boulder City deal with the corpses caused by the wave for free.

Now, it has simply become necessary to give the militiamen a bargaining chip in order to transport the corpses away from here, and the price is rising every year.

It's the same this year.

Judging from the excited expressions and words on the faces of the businessmen, it was obvious that they had not reached an agreement with the Boulder City militia.

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

"The wave from the year before last was still 20 chips! Don't think we have forgotten it!"

"It's too much!"

However, the quartermaster didn't bother to pay attention to them and said impatiently.

"If you can't afford it, get out."

There are fifty chips for one ton of corpses. If you really use this price to buy this garbage back, it will be completely unprofitable if you don’t achieve a yield rate of more than 30%!

But how is it possible to get that high?

No matter how much the businessmen gathered around the quartermaster tried their best and promised all kinds of benefits, they couldn't make this guy relent.

Even though they had no choice but to shake their heads and disperse.

When someone left, they even said harsh words - "Let the nobles in the inner city deal with these troubles themselves", and then left angrily.

The militiamen standing nearby didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

As long as he didn't disrespect the city lord by name, no one would care what he complained about.

Ditwi returned to the pack team angrily.

Originally, he expected to contract a one-hundred-ton corpse disposal business after completing the supply business.

Not far from the pack team.

A group of merchants who deal in grain gathered together and whispered to each other.

"I heard that this year's batch of 'trophies' were all taken care of by Weijia Trading Company."

Hearing the name Weijia Trading Company, many merchants had expressions of fear on their faces.

This firm is well-known in the business district of Boulder City. Not only has it invested in two large farms covering an area of ​​over 10,000 acres in the south, but it also operates the largest food processing plant in Boulder City. It is said to occupy more than 50% of the market share in Boulder City. .

Its "Tasty Brand Canned Meat" and "Extra-Tasting Double-Headed Beef Patties" are not only popular in Boulder City, but also exported to neighboring provinces.

The name of the owner of this business firm is Weijia, but there are also rumors that the real owner is someone else, and that Weijia who was pushed to the front desk is just a tool to make money for the big shots in the inner city.

Regardless of whether the rumors are true or not, it is impossible for these self-employed people who do small business to compete with a giant like Witte Trading Company.

No wonder the quartermaster ignored them.

"This is Chi Guoguo's monopoly!"

Ditwi couldn't help but ask.

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

Nutritional paste.

It can be said that it is a low-end product with the thinnest profit margin among all foods, especially the low-quality nutritional paste synthesized from slime mold.

The old merchant, whose face was covered with wrinkles, glanced at the back of the pack team and pointed at the guards on horseback and the two-headed ox beside them loaded with goods.

"I heard that a certain big shot outsourced more than half of the frontline logistics orders to them. They rushed to open a new factory to produce nutritional creams a few years ago... but it's not about 'good taste' or 'very good taste' brand."

A merchant said.

"I remember... the order was extremely large?"

Another merchant nodded.

"Yes, I remember that's the name too. Mr. House's radio station even advertised it!"

Ditwi couldn't help but curse.

"Shameful insider trading!"

The other merchants also cursed in their hearts.

These shameful scoundrels!

He refused to even give them a sip of soup!

At this time, a merchant suddenly spoke.

"I heard... there was also a wave in the north this year?"

Someone nodded in agreement.

"And the scale is not small...just the night before yesterday, they seemed to have purchased incendiary bombs from the militia group."

Ditwe frowned and looked at the young merchant who initiated the conversation and asked.

"North? Do you mean the northern suburbs?"

"I thought that was the territory of the bone-chewing tribe."

The young businessman who first initiated the topic said with a smile.

"Your information is too limited. It seems like I haven't been to the northern suburbs for a long time! I have the latest news here. I heard that a month ago, the survivors in the northern suburbs drove away the bone-chewing tribe members."

The old merchant with wrinkles on his face also nodded.

"Well... I did hear some rumors. Those people seemed to have freed up their hands to interfere in the war between Red River Town and the Snake Clan? I just don't know whether it is true or not."

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

"More than these."

Ditwe, who was interested, asked quickly.

"Tell me quickly."

The same goes for the new merchants next to them, who all looked expectantly at the young man in front of them.

There are too few businessmen going north, and even fewer coming back from the north. There are almost no rumors from the north in the tavern. Recently, the "Voice of Rock City" radio station has been busy advertising and has not reported the situation there at all, so that Most people’s impression of the northern suburbs is still that of last winter.

I heard that the survivors there were tortured by the cold winter, and I don’t know if those people survived.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, the young man smiled slightly and continued unhurriedly.

"The Bone-Chewing Tribe is their mortal enemy, so they naturally want to interfere in the war against the Bone-Chewing Tribe. In addition, the mine owners in Red River Town are happy to buy better weapons at cheaper prices, so they even issued a A fortune."

"These people are very smart. They invested the money they earned in the wasteland to the north and purchased second-hand equipment in Boulder City. Agriculture and industry have flourished."

"Not only that, they also came up with a lot of good things... such as a bomb that can fly very far without using an airplane. It is said that it caused a lot of trouble for the looters who besieged Red River Town. In addition, they also Provide mercenaries,"

Ditwei was surprised: "I heard that the group in the northern suburbs are blue coats? Vault residents? Are those people so good at fighting?"

This simply overturned his impression of the Blue Gophers.

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

The young businessman continued: "Not only can you fight, but there are also a lot of good things there. Have you gone to the Queen of the Night Bar?"

When the Queen of the Night Bar was mentioned, the topic suddenly became serious.

Although these merchants are not very rich, they still have a lot of chips in their pockets. Even if they have not spent money there, they must have done business there.

Someone soon chimed in excitedly.

"I remembered it as soon as you mentioned this. I heard that they seem to have produced some silk fabrics that are not so strong recently?"

"The Gray Squirrel Clothing Store seems to be selling them. I bought a few sets for my old lover a few days ago. But it took me a long time to convince her to wear them."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Everyone's faces showed smiles that everyone understood, but the young man who started the topic stopped talking and just smiled and watched everyone chatting.

Ditwi was not in the mood for small talk; he was focused on making money.

A wave also broke out in the northern suburbs?

Are there many fields planted there?

perhaps……

I should try my luck there.

Ditwei felt his palms were a little warm, glanced at his colleagues around him, and quietly walked next to the young man.

"Brother, do you have any connections?"

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

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

Ditwe took a closer look at the man's outfit. It really didn't look like cheap goods, and the holster hanging on his waist was made of deerskin.

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

After all, deer do not pass through this area every year, and top-quality reindeer are even rarer. They are usually bought by owners who are really not short of money as soon as they appear on the market.

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

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

Ditwi chuckled, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over, with a hint of flattery in his voice.

"My name is Ditway. I have been in the food business in Boulder City and have helped the militia to dispose of corpses for more than ten years. To be honest, those scoundrel guys are really unkind. I just throw it away like a rag after using it. If you Be careful when preparing to do their business."

The young man did not refuse his cigarette, but he did not light it immediately. After taking it, he hung it behind his ear and said with a smile.

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

"Gas mask? What a good thing. It's much more profitable than nutritional ointment!" Ditwei gave a thumbs up hypocritically, rolled his eyes, and then chuckled, "Brother, if you have a way, you can help me. Really? I'm quite interested in the wave in the northern suburbs. You know I'm in the food business, so it doesn't conflict with your business."

The young man said with a faint smile.

"How do you know I'm not interested in doing food business? After listening to you guys for a long time, it seems that it's quite profitable?"

This guy.

He’s not old, but his appetite is quite big!

Aren't you afraid of dying?

Ditwi muttered something in his mind, but still had a flattering smile on his face.

"Okay, we haven't had a new guy in this business for a long time. I can teach you how to do this business! Believe me, there are so many goods that you can't eat all by yourself. If you help your brother, he will definitely benefit you!"

The young man skillfully took out a stack of business cards from his pocket and handed them to Ditwei's hands, as well as to the hands of the merchants who had been listening with interest.

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

"The rulers of the northern suburbs are considering recycling the 'garbage' generated by the wave, and I just 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 me at the address on the business card."

…

Northern suburbs industrial zone.

A brand new factory building was vacated and a new brand was put on - [Baqi Aluminum Factory], and the material produced was naturally the latest researched A3 type aviation aluminum.

Bach may not be the most skilled in the professional field, but he is definitely a good hand in business.

He was born into a businessman family, and his family was in the liquor business, and he said it was quite a small business.

Since this guy was so capable, Chu Guang simply maximized his talents and directly asked him to be the director of the factory that produces new materials.

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

"...Vault 404 is a permanent partner of the enterprise. 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. Something valuable.”

"Go hard, I can guarantee you that your career will surprise your father. When others mention your name again, you will be one of the greatest entrepreneurs in the wasteland, not a certain nationality. The son of an unknown wine merchant."

"They will affectionately call you - President Ba!"

The entrance to the industrial area.

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

"You might as well build another ideal city in the middle of the Central Continent...and my father is not unknown. He is quite famous in the Cloud Province!"

Only a little though!

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

"Building another ideal city in the middle of the country? This idea sounds good. I can include it in the next five-year plan."

Bucky: "..."

Is this guy serious?

After pausing for a moment, Tie Can, who was 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 would rather turn back into a human being."

Chu Guang patted his shoulder gently.

"I have always treated you as a human being, my friend, and there is no falsehood in that statement."

"Furthermore, you should have seen that in addition to handsome young men and beautiful girls, there are also lizards, bears, androids in our team, and even rat people you have never seen before... They are all our partners, we We don’t look at people differently just because they look different from us.”

"As long as they abide by the rules and be willing to be useful people to society."

These heartfelt words may have touched Bach.

Chu Guang can feel that the iron can

Bucky, who had regained his composure, 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 return to normal."

Chu Guang nodded slightly.

"I promise you that."