This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 290 "Awakening Serum"!

   The red brick house next to the outpost guard station.

   When the wave broke out before, in order to deal with the plague caused by the decay of corpses, this place used to be a temporary rescue station, temporarily sheltering nearby residents who suffered from fever symptoms.

After the    wave was over, the plague and spore cloud problems were resolved, and it was logical that this place became a health clinic for local residents.

   The medical staff currently working here are mostly temporary workers trained by Herya, mainly recruited from literate refugees. On the one hand, he cooperated with Heya to carry out some necessary experiments for the wastelanders, and on the other hand, he was also responsible for the medical rescue work.

   If these medical staff are evaluated according to the standards of the People's Federation, they are obviously not professional, and some are not even quack doctors. They just watched one or two online classes with VM and then they were hired.

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

  Wasteland people generally have low demands on doctors.

   Don't talk about cure, just make sure you don't die.

   There were more than fifty single wooden single beds in the spacious room, and it was full of people at the moment.

   These people are the backbone of the guards, many of them are veterans who have experienced more than two battles, and some have even been following Chu Guang since several versions ago.

   And the reason why they are lying here, of course, is not because of injury or illness, but because they volunteered to participate in the experiment in the medical laboratory of Vault 404, and were injected with induced expression serum.

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

"Clinical studies have shown that there is a high probability of awakening between the ages of 15 and 30, and the probability of awakening will gradually decrease after that... These differentiation-inducing serums have solved a lot of my confusion." Standing next to Chu Guang, Heya was the same as before. Handing a tablet to Chu Guang's hand, she said her discovery with a beaming expression.

  Chu Guang couldn't understand her paper and the colorful charts as before, but he politely browsed the contents on the tablet and said straight to the point.

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

Heya: "The probability of the first shot is 27%, the probability of the second shot is 15%, the probability of the third shot is 9%, and the probability of the fourth shot is 3%... Of course, this is only a theoretical estimate, and the statistical probability is different. Now the experimental There are too few samples, and there are too many uncertainties in the selective expression of genes, I can't give you an absolutely accurate data."

   If you can't wake up with 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: "After the injection, the fever will continue for 2~3 days, 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, others have not been found for the time being, but no It will be excluded in the future, so I do not recommend that you promote it on a large scale in the whole society. After all, I have never heard of this thing in Prosperity Era, and it is probably a semi-finished product that researchers themselves can’t make up on.”

  Chu Guang coughed lightly.

   "I don't need you to tell me this."

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

   Considering that the cold fusion battery used in the black box is a non-renewable resource, the hidden cost of this needle is probably far more expensive than it actually looks.

   This serum is not suitable for large-scale promotion, whether from the perspective of yield, production cost, or a deeper social level.

   "By the way, what about the residents of the shelter? Did you 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 in the celebration event. Some of them had not awakened, and some had awakened, a total of 20 people.

   After all, players can be resurrected, and even if there is a problem, it can be explained by "I'm sorry for the server bug", at most, I will give some compensation later.

   Compensation for the beta test server is already a conscience of the industry!

  Heya: "According to clinical observations, the effect of this serum in the first batch of experimenters is very limited, limited to negligible."

   "Personally, this may be related to the particularity of the DNA of your refuge residents. The expression level of your DNA itself is very high, and there is a stable and rigorous evolutionary route... This is what I am most curious about."

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

   He tried to understand.

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

   The clones produced in Refuge 404 are extremely special. Since they use specific enhanced genes, their compatibility with this serum is very low.

   In simple terms, this serum is mainly used to improve the physical function of the aborigines, but this improvement is quite random.

   Some people feel stronger, some just feel faster, 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 boy lay there, staring straight at the ceiling, as if in a daze.

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

  If he had traveled through the civilized society before, this young man with not even hair would probably not even be a high school boy.

   But in the wasteland world where human life is like a must, many of his peers have become fathers.

"How does it feel?"

   Hearing the voice next to him, the young man twisted his neck. The moment he saw Chu Guang's face, his confused eyes suddenly came to his senses.

   "Master Manager?! Why are you here?"

   Hearing this voice, other people in the ward also cast their surprised glances here.

   Lu Bei was surprised, and was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Chu Guang.

   "You don'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 should not care about him, and then continued to look at Lu Bei.

   Seeing the manager who came to visit him, Lu Bei's face was flushed with excitement, and he said energetically.

   "My lord, I feel so good now!"

  Chu Guang nodded, 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 be able to share your worries! What's more, I feel that I am much stronger than before! If I face predators again... I will definitely not be as embarrassed as I used to be."

   The New Year's Eve attack cost the Guards a lot, and he lost his old friend who had taken good care of him in that battle.

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

   "You have done a good job, you don't have to be too harsh on yourself. And even if you have acquired a stronger ability, remember that you can't take it lightly, let alone use it to do evil."

   After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

   "I plan to set up a special unit, which is independent of the Guards, and its name is... Guards Corps. This team will be composed of Awakeneds. Would you like to join?"

  Lu Bei's waist was straight, his right hand clenched his fist against his left chest, and said with a bright gaze.

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

  Chu Guang looked at him and nodded lightly, and said in a gentle voice.

   "I will remember your loyalty."

   "Rest now."

   The first batch of serum was all injected. Fifty people participated in the experiment, and only sixteen were awakened.

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

   But no one gave up at all.

   This kind of opportunity to become stronger, if there is no dose limit, they can't wait to increase the dose and finish four injections at one time.

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

   In fact, it was not an idea that Chu Guang came up with temporarily, but he had a similar plan long before the beta version was unlocked.

   Awakening is rare in the wasteland, but it is by no means rare. Before getting the serum, there were more than a dozen people in the guard who were naturally awakened.

   However, natural awakeners are different from players who have accumulated development progress. Most of the awakening abilities are irregular, and the quality is relatively average. It is rare for players to specialize in the growth of a certain attribute.

   But one thing is certain, the Awakened has a natural fighting power and battlefield survivability that is stronger than ordinary people.

   is equivalent to a super soldier!

Chu Guang plans to select the most loyal soldiers from the guards, inject them with serum, and equip them with 10 sets of "heavy cavalry" exoskeletons, 100 sets of light cavalry exoskeletons, and matching small drones-equivalent to half of the equipment on the B4 floor. Assemble a "Guardian Corps" of Wastelanders Awakened!

   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.

   The size of this Guards regiment, Chu Guang will try to control between 100~120 people, equivalent to the strength of a company.

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

   For this unit, Chu Guang's only request is one.

   That is loyalty!

   In addition to the Guards Corps, Chu Guang also intends to set up the First Corps and the Second Corps of the New Alliance.

   At present, the commander of the 1st Corps is Wrench, and the commander of the 2nd Corps is Liu Ding. Most of the junior officers are veterans who have participated in more than two battles in the Guard and have received the guidance and training of Vanus.

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

   After all, not all players like the social content of MMORPGs. Many casual players like to do tasks and deal with NPCs and experience immersive role-playing. The existence of other sand sculpture players will affect his sense of game substitution.

   You let him lead the team, but he gets annoyed instead.

   There are a lot of players of this type on the server. Many players have reached 5 in fighting and shooting, but their commanding skills are still 0.

Why?

  Because for players who don't like to lead a team, leading a team is really annoying.

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

   In addition to the duties and responsibilities of the standing army, the First Corps and the Second Corps also undertake the duty of absorbing loose players and new recruits.

   When Chu Guang visited the ward in person and greeted the experimenters who injected the "Awakening Serum", twenty heavily armed players had arrived in the eastern 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 the half-open iron cabinet, and a yellowed pamphlet was thrown in the corner - it read "The Third Ecological Conservation of Qingquan City" Garden Visitors Guide.

  This is the security room of the No. 3 Ecological Protection Park in Qingquan City, but there have been no tourists or security guards here for a long time. There are only a group of predators occupying the nests of magpies.

   On the radio on the table, the pre-war classical music played by "The Sound of Boulder".

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

   He couldn't remember how long it had been such a relaxed and comfortable day, maybe ten years, maybe more than ten years.

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

   At this time, footsteps came from outside the door.

  Tusi skillfully opened the drawer with the revolver, and his eyebrows relaxed a little until he saw his confidant appearing at the door.

   But didn't put the drawer back.

   "Boss, the goods for the next transaction are ready." The man in the animal skin coat lowered his head slightly, Qiujie's muscles looked at Kong Wu's strength, but no matter how he looked, he didn't look very smart.

   Hearing that the goods were completed, Tusi opened his squinted eyes slightly, and lowered his legs on the table.

   "Take me over there."

   The strong man nodded respectfully.

   "Okay, boss."

  The two walked through the corridor one after the other and came downstairs.

  There is a circular corridor here, the center of the corridor is as big as a playground, and the fiberglass wall connects the floor and ceiling, completely isolating the space inside from the outside world.

  Pre-war era, here are rare animals that children love most, and now they are used as prison cells for slaves by looters here.

   Workbenches were placed in the open space, and the scrawny, scantily clad slaves sat in front of the workbenches. The most expensive equipment on them was probably only two latex gloves.

   They used reed-stick-like hands to pick out a mass of red fungus from the wooden frame beside them, put them in a petri dish, and carefully separated out the active ingredients, for fear of making a wrong step.

   Marauders with iron-barreled rifles stood by, 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-sized red mycelium is tangled like noodles, and because it looks like a brain flower at first glance, it is called brain mushroom or brain mushroom by wastelanders.

This type of fungus usually grows under some trees with high iron content, and it is difficult to cultivate artificially because it releases red spores with a strong hallucinogenic effect when picked, which also leads to the use of brain fungus as a raw material. Drugs with stimulant properties such as "Dali Pill" and "Jianjian Ling" are expensive.

   Interestingly, though, the red spores are mildly ineffective against the Ironbacks, so they are occasionally eaten as fruit by the Ironbacks.

  Thanks to the blue jackets stationed here before, and thanks to their good thing called "mind interference field", Tusi made a lot of chips by calling the monkeys outside.

Those monkeys are much easier to use than slaves. They can not only help him gather materials for making medicines, but also help him fight the autumn wind. The only drawback is that they are not very smart. They can already use bows and arrows, spears and molotov cocktails. limit.

  Otherwise, he wouldn't have to keep those slaves in the cage, and let the monkeys dispense the medicine directly, and he could save two buckets of nutritional cream every day.

  Tusi's men moved boxes of small white medicine bottles out of the "cage", leaving only two buckets full of green mucus, and knocked on the butts of their guns.

   That clang clang sound was like some kind of signal.

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

  The two predators guarding the entrance looked at these slaves who were robbing food like pigs with a mocking expression, and closed the door of the "cage".

  As the leader or boss of this group of plunderers, Tusi had no interest in those slaves, and his attention was all on the ten boxes in front of him.

  Ten boxes of "Dali Pills", a total of 50 kilograms of goods.

   Not only the mercenaries like to take advantage of these things, but the nobles in the inner city of the Stone City also consume a lot. After all, their effects are immediate, not only in combat, but also outside of combat.

   As for the side effects.

   It’s just that the eyes are congested. As long as you don’t eat one bottle at a time, you don’t have to worry about any major problems.

   "...The dagger gang from Boulder City are very interested in our goods, and they expressed their willingness to pay us three thousand chips." The man with a prosthetic eye in his left eye looked at Tusi and bowed respectfully.

  His name is Kunke, and he is also a fan of Dali Pills, but since he exploded an eyeball, he has quit this thing.

  Tusi immediately scolded angrily after hearing the offer from the Dagger Gang.

   "These vampires are getting more and more outrageous! Don't think I don't know, a 1.2g tablet can be sold for 10 chips!"

"Tell them that 100 chips per kilo is the bottom line, and 5,000 chips are not less than a penny! If they don't want to, we'll go to someone else. Also, in addition to women, food, sugar, soap, and nutritional cream, Let them bring more guns next time, don't think about fooling Lao Tzu 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, and it takes more than 20 kilometers to come from the east bank of Linghu Lake in a straight line, and these 20 kilometers may be more difficult than the mountain road.

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

   It was for this reason that when the Bone-chewing tribe came over, he didn't worry about it, and he joined them as a big deal.

   However, the recent news of Brown Farm being annexed, and a group of people clamoring for abolition of slavery and expulsion of looters, made Tus vaguely uneasy.

  Abolish slavery?

   Repel the looters?

   Are these people fed up?

   And how do they know who the predators are?

  Especially five uninvited guests came outside yesterday, and his subordinates reported to him that those people were wearing two sets of exoskeletons, which made Tusi even more alert.

   Maybe these people are from the northern suburbs!

   Considering that he might fight with those blue jackets who have brain problems in the future, he felt that he couldn't always focus on having fun with his subordinates, and he had to think about hoarding some weapons to protect himself.

  Conditions allowed, he even considered equipping the monkeys with some guns.

  Kunke nodded solemnly.

   "Good boss."

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

   However, at this moment, there was a loud explosion outside, and the walls and the ground were shaken for a while.

  The slaves who were crowding in front of the iron barrels raised their heads and looked around in horror. The looters guarding the door of the cage also had nervous expressions on their faces, clenching the rifles in their hands.

   Holding on to the handrail in the corridor, he stood firm, Tusi glanced left and right angrily, grabbed his confidant and roared.

"what happened?"

   That confidant was also confused.

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

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

   "Go!"

  Tusi kicked his **** and rushed upstairs cursing.

  The explosion seemed to kick off the performance.

   A series of explosions sounded around the ecological protection park, and the shudder of the floor climbed all the way from the soles of his shoes to his liver.

   Even if he was stupid, Tusi knew what was going on outside.

   Back in the security room he used as his office, he grabbed the walkie-talkie on the table, pressed the switch and shouted loudly.

   "Enemy attack!"

   "I don't care where you are now or what you are doing, just pick up the guy and get out of your room immediately, get ready to fight!"

   "Never let them take our treasure!"

"no way!"

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

   The confidant who was sent outside to inquire about the information, just pushed open the iron gate of the rooftop, and a cannonball landed in the forest a hundred meters away.

  Boom——!

  The flames flickered, sending billows of smoke and rubble.

   was frightened by the sound of the explosion and buried his head. The looter was short and bravely ran forward all the way, along the curved railing, and finally touched 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 looter rushed up and was about to scold the scouts who were standing guard, but found that behind the cane-woven concealment, there was only a corpse with a hole in its head.

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

   He was just about to turn back with his hair on his back, when his chest seemed to hit a truck and was pushed to the ground by the huge kinetic energy.

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

"Well...it's not entirely a guess," Fang Chang, who held the telescope in his hand, carefully observed the building in front of him, and analyzed, "If it's just bows and arrows and steel bars, that's all, those monkeys even have molotov cocktails, and the bottles can Pick it up, but the fuel can't be made by the monkeys themselves."

   Lao Bai also nodded.

   "Well, and those monkeys are only active in the forest, but they suddenly started when we approached the ecological park. There is always a deliberate feeling."

   Gu Feng did not speak, he controlled the drone and corrected the coordinates for the player who was behind the cannon.

  Because the vegetation below was too dense, it was impossible to determine the specific location of the iron-backed ape, so they chose the tactic of spreading the barrage.

   Sixteen salvos ended.

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

  The player who was in charge of the artillery hid the mortar in the building next to it, put on the equipment and prepared to go to the front line.

   At the same time, the roar of the propeller came from the sky, and a wooden plane with wings spread appeared in the players' field of vision.

   "Mosquitoes! Damn! Mosquitoes are finally here."

   quit smoking and waved his hand towards the sky excitedly.

   Seeing his teammates, Mosquito smiled and gestured with a thumb, then pulled on his self-made goggles, and held the joystick with both hands to pull the nose up, so that he could dive and shoot for a while.

   Killing chickens at midnight didn't say much, and showed a shiny one-handed axe and a spray gun with a barrel thicker than a fist, beckoning the brothers to prepare for battle.

   All members of the jungle corps are equipped with cheap and easy-to-use KV-1 exoskeletons. Except for the commander who kills the chicken at midnight, almost everyone has an LD-47 light machine gun, each of which looks like a Rambo.

  The Burning Corps is a mix of various arms. There are heavy infantry serving as mobile bunkers and ammunition boxes, light infantry with high mobility, and even non-human players.

   Players like Fang Chang and Kuang Feng, who are good at using personalized equipment, also brought their Pu-9 submachine guns for "fighting against people" this time, ready to sweep the building.

   Junkman excitedly slapped the ground with his tail, and the steel claws tied to his arms flashed coldly.

   Amber pupils contracted, and a bloodthirsty roar emanated from his open fangs.

   "Time to kill!"

   (end of this chapter)