This Game Is Too Realistic

The red brick building next to the guard station at the outpost.

During the previous wave, in order to deal with the plague caused by the decay of corpses, this place was used as a temporary rescue station to temporarily take in nearby residents suffering from fever symptoms.

After the wave ended, the problems of plague and spore clouds were resolved, and it was a matter of course that the place became a health clinic for local residents.

Most of the medical staff currently working here are temporary workers trained by Heya, mainly recruited from literate refugees. On the one hand, he cooperates with Heya to conduct some necessary experiments on the wastelanders, and on the other hand, he is also responsible for medical rescue work.

If these medical staff are evaluated according to the standards of the People's Federation, they are obviously not professional. Some are not even quacks. They just took one or two online classes on VM and then started working.

But even so, they know how to bandage and stop bleeding, and they are much better than the tribal witch doctors who use folk remedies to treat diseases.

The people of the wasteland generally have very low requirements for doctors.

Not to mention curing it, it would be nice to be able to ensure that I don't die.

There are more than fifty wooden single beds in the spacious room, which are now full of people.

These people are the backbone of the Guard. Many of them are veterans who have experienced more than two battles. Some of them have even been following Chu Guang several versions ago.

And the reason why they are lying here is of course not because they are injured or sick, but because they voluntarily participated in the experiment in the medical laboratory of Vault 404 and were injected with the expression-inducing serum.

Nurses in long white gowns walked around, asking everyone about their clinical responses and recording key information and characteristics on the VM.

"Clinical studies have shown that there is a higher probability of awakening between the ages of 15 and 30, and the probability of awakening will gradually decrease thereafter. These differentiation-inducing serums have answered many of my confusions." Standing next to Chu Guang, Heya, as before, took a tablet Passing it into Chu Guang's hand, she talked about her discovery with great joy.

Chu Guang couldn't understand her thesis and the colorful diagrams as before, but he still politely browsed the content on the tablet and got straight to the point.

"I'm not interested in things that are too professional. You can tell me the conclusion directly, such as what the probability is."

Heya: "The probability of the first injection is 27, the probability of the second injection is 15, the probability of the third injection is 9, and the probability of the fourth injection is 3. Of course, this is only a theoretical calculation value, and it is different from the statistical probability. There are too few samples in the current experiment, and the gene There are too many uncertainties in the selective expression, and I cannot give you an absolutely accurate data."

If you can't wake up after one injection, you can still get a second injection?

Chu Guang showed a slightly surprised expression on his face.

"What about the side effects?"

Heya: "Fever will continue for 23 days after the injection, accompanied by symptoms such as muscle weakness and drowsiness, but it is generally safe. As for other side effects, except that it is more difficult to give birth to offspring, other side effects have not been discovered yet, but we cannot rule out that they will occur in the future. , so I don’t recommend that you promote it on a large scale throughout society. After all, I have never heard of such a thing in Prosperity Era, and I think it is probably a semi-finished product that the researchers themselves can’t make up their mind about.”

Chu Guang coughed lightly.

"I know this without you having to tell me."

The production of induced expression serum is very small, only about 20 tubes are produced a day, and it seems that it can only be produced in a black box at present.

Considering that the cold fusion battery used in the black box is a non-renewable resource, the hidden cost of this shot may be much more expensive than it actually appears.

Whether from the perspective of output, production costs, or a deeper social level, this serum is not suitable for large-scale promotion.

"By the way, what about the residents of the shelter? Did they have any reaction after the injection?"

Chu Guang remembered that the experimenter who injected the reagent first seemed to be the lucky player who won the special prize at the celebration. Some of them had not yet awakened, and some had already awakened, a total of twenty people.

After all, players can be resurrected, and even if something goes wrong, they can always explain it as "Sorry, there's a server bug." At most, they can provide some compensation later.

The closed and beta test servers are all compensated, which is already the conscience of the industry!

Heya: "According to clinical observations, the effect of this serum on the first batch of experiments was very limited, so limited that it could even be ignored."

"Personally, I speculate that this may be related to the special nature of the DNA of your shelter residents. The expression level of your DNA itself is very high, and you have a stable and rigorous evolutionary route. This is what I am most curious about."

After listening to Heya's explanation, Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully.

He tried to understand.

The effect of this expression-inducing serum is probably similar to a catalyst, allowing people who have the potential to awaken to awaken more quickly, but it has almost no effect on those who have already awakened.

The clones produced by Shelter 404 are extremely special. Because they use specifically enhanced genes, their compatibility with the serum is very low.

To put it simply, this serum is mainly used to improve the body functions of the indigenous people, but this improvement is quite random.

Some people feel stronger, others just feel faster reflexes, or both, but neither.

"understood."

Chu Guang returned the tablet in his hand to Heya, walked into the ward, and came to the bed closest to the door.

A small-looking young man was lying there, staring straight at the ceiling, seemingly in a daze.

Chu Guang recognized this man. He was a fourteen-year-old boy who had been following him since he was rescued from the dungeon of the Blood Hand clan. He was also the youngest member of the guard.

If he had traveled back to the Ming Dynasty before, this young man with no hair would probably not even be old enough for a high school boy.

But in the wasteland world where human life is like nothing, many of his peers have become fathers.

"How does it feel?"

Hearing the voice coming from the side, the young man twisted his neck. The moment he saw Chu Guang's face, his confused eyes suddenly sobered up.

"Master Manager?! Why are you here?"

Hearing this voice, everyone else in the ward also cast surprised glances.

Lu Bei was so surprised that he quickly got out of bed, but was stopped by Chu Guang.

"It doesn't have to be so grand, just tell me how you feel."

After saying this, Chu Guang glanced at the other people in the ward, indicating that they didn't need to pay attention to him, and then continued to look at Lu Bei.

Seeing the manager who came to visit him, Lu Bei's face turned rosy with excitement and he spoke energetically.

"Sir, I feel great now!"

Chu Guang nodded and looked at him who was resting in bed and said seriously.

"Thank you for your contribution to the new alliance. If you have any physical discomfort in the future, the alliance will take care of you for the rest of your life."

Lu Bei, who was sitting on the bed, nodded slightly.

"Please don't say that. It's my honor to share your worries! What's more, I feel that I am much stronger now than before! If I face the predator again, I will definitely not be as embarrassed as before."

The sneak attack on New Year's Eve caused heavy losses to the Guard, and he also lost an old friend who had always taken good care of him in that battle.

Chu Guang put his hand on his shoulder, patted him gently and comforted him.

"You have done a good job, don't be too harsh on yourself. And even if you gain stronger abilities, remember that you cannot take it lightly, let alone use it for evil."

After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

"I plan to set up a special force, which is independent of the Guards. Its name is the Guards Regiment. This team will be composed of awakened people. Are you willing to join?"

Lu Bei straightened his back, made a fist with his right hand and put it on his left chest, and said with piercing eyes.

"I do! You saved my life. Even if you let me die, I will never frown!"

Chu Guang looked at him and nodded gently, speaking in a gentle voice.

"I will remember your loyalty."

"Now get some rest."

The first batch of serum was all injected. Of the fifty participants, only sixteen were awakened.

The remaining thirty-four unawakened people still have three injection opportunities, and it is up to them to decide whether to continue to participate in the experiment.

But no one gave up at all.

For this opportunity to become stronger, if there were no dosage restrictions, they would have wanted to increase the dosage and finish the four shots at once.

Counting the four experienced veterans selected from the awakened guards, Chu Guang planned to organize these twenty people into an independent regiment.

In fact, assembling a corps composed entirely of awakened ones was not a temporary idea that Chu Guang came up with, but had a similar plan before unlocking the beta version.

Although awakening is rare in the wasteland, it is by no means rare. Before obtaining the serum, there were dozens of naturally awakened people in the Guard.

However, naturally awakened players are different from players who accumulate development progress and awaken. Most of their awakened abilities have no rules, and their quality is relatively average. They rarely specialize in the growth of a certain attribute like players.

But one thing is certain, the awakened ones have naturally stronger combat power and battlefield survivability than ordinary people.

The equivalent of a super soldier!

Chu Guang plans to select the most loyal warriors from the guards, inject them with serum, equip them with 10 sets of "heavy cavalry" exoskeletons, 100 sets of light cavalry exoskeletons, and supporting small drones equivalent to half of the equipment on the B4 floor, and form a team. A "guards regiment" composed of awakened wastelanders!

As for the other half of the equipment on the B4 floor, Chu Guang hung it in the NPC shop and asked Boss Xia to help sell it to players who met the level requirements.

Chu Guang would try to control the size of this Guards regiment to between 100 and 120 men, which is equivalent to the strength of a company.

As the standing troops of the new alliance, they will assume different responsibilities from players on the battlefield, and will be responsible for handling tasks that players are inconvenient to participate in, or are not interested in participating in.

Chu Guang has only one request for this army.

That is loyalty!

In addition to the Guards Corps, Chu Guang also plans to establish the First Corps and the Second Corps of the New Alliance.

Currently, Wrench is the leader of the First Corps, and Liudin is the leader of the Second Corps. Most of the junior officers are veterans of the Guard who have participated in more than two battles and have received guidance and training from Vanus.

Not only NPCs can join, but players can also join.

After all, not all players like MM’s social content. Many individual players like to do tasks, interact with NPCs, and experience immersive role-playing. The presence of other sandbox players will affect their sense of immersion in the game.

If you ask him to lead the team, he will find it annoying.

There are a lot of this type of players in the server. Many players have raised their fighting and shooting proficiency to 5, but their command skill proficiency is still 0.

Why?

Because for players who don’t like leading a team, leading a team is really annoying.

It's not easy just to remember every ID in the team, let alone establish a good relationship with everyone and let everyone in the team do their own thing.

In addition to assuming the duties and responsibilities of standing troops, the First Corps and the Second Corps also bear the obligation to absorb individual players and newcomers.

Just when Chu Guang came to the ward to express condolences to the experimenters who had been injected with the "Awakening Serum", twenty heavily armed players had arrived in the East District of Qingquan City.

They were divided into two teams of ten, all of whom were awakened.

A military operation jointly planned by the Burning Corps and the Jungle Corps is quietly kicking off

In the dark room, the broken floor was covered with moss, two animal skin coats were hung in a semi-open iron cabinet, and a yellowed booklet was thrown in the corner, which read the Qingquan City Third Ecological Protection Park Visitor Guide .

This is the security room of the Third Ecological Protection Park in Qingquan City, but there have been no tourists here for a long time, and there are no security guards, only a group of predators occupying the magpie's nest.

The radio on the table played pre-war classical music from the Sound of Rock.

Sitting behind the table with his legs crossed, Tusi lazily lit a cigarette, looked at the spreading fog, and squinted his eyes slightly.

He couldn't remember how long such a relaxing and comfortable life had passed, maybe ten years, maybe more than ten years.

He had the habit of writing a diary before, but he couldn't remember those two words clearly, so he gave up after trying a few times.

At this time, there were footsteps outside the door.

Tus skillfully opened the drawer containing the revolver, and his eyebrows relaxed slightly until he saw his confidant appearing at the door.

But he didn't push the drawer back.

"Boss, the goods for the next transaction have been prepared." The man in the animal skin coat lowered his head slightly. His slender muscles looked strong, but his face didn't look very smart.

When he heard that the goods were finished, Tusi's squinted eyes opened slightly and his legs on the table were lowered.

"Take me over there and have a look."

The strong man nodded respectfully.

"Okay, boss."

The two of them walked through the corridor one after another and came downstairs.

There is a circular corridor here. The center of the corridor is as big as a playground. Fiberglass walls connect the floor and ceiling, completely isolating the space inside from the outside world.

In the pre-war era, it was home to rare animals that were favorites among children, but now it is used as a prison cell for slaves by the predators here.

Work tables were placed in the open space, and a skinny, half-clothed slave sat in front of the work table. The most expensive equipment on his body was probably only two latex gloves.

Using hands like reed sticks, they picked out a red mass of bacteria from the wooden frame beside them, placed it in a petri dish, and carefully separated out the active ingredients, fearing that they would make a wrong step.

Marauders armed with iron-pipe rifles stood nearby, watching them eagerly.

It is worth mentioning that the red fungus in the hands of these slaves is not a mutant slime mold, and there is absolutely no relationship between the two.

The thumb-thick red mycelium is twisted into a ball like noodles. Because it looks like a brain flower at first glance, the wastelanders call it brain fungus or brain mushroom.

This type of bacteria usually grows at the bottom of some trees with high iron content, and because when picked, it will cause the release of red spores with extremely strong hallucinogenic effects, it is difficult to cultivate artificially, which also leads to the use of brain bacteria as raw materials. Drugs with stimulant properties such as "Daliwan" and "Qiangangling" are expensive.

However, what is interesting is that this red spore has a slight effect on ironbacks, so they are occasionally eaten as fruit by ironbacks.

Thanks to the Blue Jackets who were stationed here before, and thanks to their good thing called the "Psychic Interference Field", Tooth made a lot of money by controlling the monkeys outside.

Those monkeys are much easier to use than slaves. Not only can they help him collect materials for making medicine, but they can also help him fight in the autumn wind. The only drawback is that they are not very smart. They are already able to use bows, arrows, spears and incendiary bottles. limit.

Otherwise, there is no need for him to keep the slaves in the cage. He can just let the monkeys prepare the medicine and save two barrels of nutritional ointment every day.

Tusi's men moved boxes of small white medicine bottles out of the "cage", leaving only two buckets filled with green slime, which they knocked with the butts of their rifles.

The clanging sound was like some kind of signal.

The slaves who heard this sound rushed towards the two iron buckets like hungry mad dogs, grabbing the nutritional ointment of unknown ingredients with their hands and stuffing it into their mouths.

The two predators guarding the entrance looked at the slaves snatching food like pigs with sarcastic expressions, and closed the door of the "cage".

As the leader or boss of this group of predators, Tus had no interest in the slaves. His attention was entirely on the ten boxes in front of him.

Ten boxes of "Dali Pills", a total of fifty kilograms of goods.

Not only the mercenaries like to use these things for fun, but also the nobles in the inner city of Boulder City spend a lot of money. After all, their effect is immediate, not only making people stronger in battle, but also outside of battle.

There are only side effects.

It's just bloodshot eyes. As long as you don't eat a bottle at a time, you don't have to worry about any big problems.

"The Dagger Gang in Boulder City is very interested in our goods. They expressed their willingness to pay us three thousand chips." The man with a prosthetic eye in his left eye socket looked at Tusi and bowed respectfully.

His name is Kunke, and he is also a fan of Dali Pills, but he has stopped taking them since his eyeball exploded.

After hearing the price quoted by the Dagger Gang, Tusi cursed angrily.

"These vampires who are demanding prices are getting more and more outrageous! Don't think I don't know that a 1.2g pill can be sold for 10 chips!"

"Tell them that 100 chips per kilogram is the bottom line, and five thousand chips cannot be less than a penny! If they don't plan to take it, we will find someone else. Also, in addition to women, food, sugar, soap and nutritional cream, Let them bring more guns to the next trade, and don’t even think about fooling me with those iron pipes.”

A new alliance was suddenly formed in the north.

Tusi didn't care much at first. After all, Qingquan City is so big. The straight-line distance from the east bank of Linghu Lake is more than 20 kilometers, and these 20 kilometers may be more difficult to walk than the mountain road.

His stronghold is hidden in the "deep mountains and old forests". When ordinary wastelanders see the dense vegetation here, their first reaction is to walk around and never think of drilling into it.

It was precisely because of this that when the Bone Chewing Tribe came over, he didn't worry at all. At worst, he would join them.

However, Tuss felt vaguely uneasy when he recently heard that the Brown Farm was being annexed and that a group of people were clamoring to abolish slavery and expel the looters.

Abolition of slavery?

Drive out predators?

Are these people eating enough to hold on?

And how do they know who the predators are?

Especially when five uninvited guests came outside yesterday, and his men reported to him that those people were wearing two sets of exoskeletons, Tus was even more alert.

Maybe these people are from the northern suburbs!

Considering the possibility of fighting with those blue coats with brain problems in the future, he felt that he could not just take his men to have fun together, but had to consider stocking up on weapons for self-protection.

If conditions permit, he even considers equipping those monkeys with some guns.

Kunke nodded seriously.

"Okay boss."

Looking at Kunke walking outside the door, Tusi's brows relaxed slightly, and he picked up a bottle of Dali Pills from the box and stuffed it into his pocket, preparing to go back to the bedroom to rest for a while.

However, at this moment, a loud explosion suddenly came from outside, causing the walls and ground to tremble.

The slaves who were crowding in front of the iron barrels to grab food raised their heads and looked around in horror. The predators guarding the door of the cage also had nervous expressions on their faces and tightened their grip on the rifles in their hands.

Holding on to the handrail of the corridor to stand steady, Tusi looked around angrily, grabbed his heart and roared.

"what happened?"

The confidant was also confused.

On the one hand, he was shocked by the explosion, and on the other hand, he was yelled by the boss.

"I, I'll go outside and take a look."

"Go quickly!"

Tusi kicked his ass, cursed and rushed upstairs.

The explosion seemed to kick off the performance.

Continuous explosions sounded around the ecological protection park, and the tremors on the floor crawled from the soles of his shoes to his liver.

Even though he was stupid, Tooth knew what was going on out there.

Returning to the security room that he used as his office, he grabbed the walkie-talkie on the table, pressed the switch and roared loudly.

"Enemy attack!"

"I don't care where you are or what you are doing now. Pick up the guy right away and get out of your room and get ready to fight!"

"We must not let them take away our treasure!"

"no way!"

The corridors of the Ecological Protection Park are filled with harsh broadcasts.

The confidant who was sent outside to gather information had just pushed open the iron door of the rooftop when a cannonball landed in the forest a hundred meters away.

boom!

The fire flickered, sending up billows of smoke and debris.

Frightened by the explosion, the predator lowered his head. He kept his body short and trotted forward, along the curved railing, and finally reached the tower made of wood and steel.

The entire dome-shaped ecological park is covered with vegetation, and the tower hidden here is as inconspicuous as a branch in the woods.

The plunderer rushed up and was about to scold the scouts on guard when he discovered that there was only a corpse with a hole in the head lying behind the woven rattan cover.

His hands and feet were cold, and cold sweat instantly dripped from his forehead.

The hairs all over his body stood on end. Just as he was about to turn back, his chest felt like it had hit a truck, and he was pushed to the ground by the huge kinetic energy.

"Two idiots! Brother Fang really guessed it right." Ye Shi, who was lying on the roof of the half-collapsed building, pulled the bolt of the gun and ejected the smoking cartridge case.

"Well, it's not entirely a guess." He held the square telescope in his hand, carefully observed the building in front of him, and analyzed, "If it's just bows and arrows and steel bars, those monkeys even have Molotov cocktails, and you can pick up the bottles. But there’s no way the monkeys made the fuel themselves.”

Lao Bai also nodded.

"Yeah, and those monkeys obviously only move in the forest, but they suddenly attacked us when we were close to the ecological park. It always feels like they are deliberately doing it."

Kuangfeng didn't speak. He controlled the drone and helped the player behind him correct the coordinates.

Because the vegetation below was too dense to determine the specific location of the ironbacks, they chose the tactic of spreading barrages.

Sixteen volleys ended.

A total of thirty-two 88 mortar shells were fired.

The player responsible for the artillery attack hid the mortar in a nearby building, put on the equipment and prepared to go to the front line.

At the same time, the roar of propellers came from the sky, and a soaring wooden aircraft appeared in the player's field of vision.

"Mosquitoes! Damn! The mosquitoes are finally here."

Quit smoking and waved his hands to the sky excitedly.

Seeing his teammates, Mosquito smiled and gave a thumbs up sign, then put on his homemade windshield, held the joystick with both hands and raised the nose of the aircraft, making it easier to dive and shoot.

Without saying much, Midnight Killer showed off a shiny one-handed ax and a gun with a barrel thicker than his fist, beckoning his brothers to prepare for battle.

All members of the Jungle Corps are equipped with cheap and easy-to-use KV1 exoskeletons. Except for the leader who kills chickens at midnight, almost everyone has an LD47 light machine gun, and each one is shaped like a Rambo.

The Burning Corps is a mix of multiple arms, including heavy infantry serving as mobile bunkers and ammunition boxes, highly mobile light infantry, and even non-human players.

Players like Fang Chang and Kuangfeng, who are good at using personalized equipment, also brought the Pu9 submachine gun for "combat against people" this time, and were ready to sweep the buildings.

Junk Jun excitedly slapped the ground with his tail, and the steel claws tied to his arms shone coldly.

The amber pupils shrank, and a bloodthirsty roar erupted from the fangs.

"It's time to kill!"