This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 351 Awakened vs Awakened Contest!

   "Boss, do you think they will come from here?" Zhuang Chinese said excitedly with his index finger repeatedly rubbing the tape-covered rifle, with steel spikes on his nose bone.

   "Definitely..."

  In the middle of an abandoned building covered with moss and vines, a man in a leather jacket holds a binoculars, staring intently at the street ahead.

   His name is Blake, he lives in a slum beyond the giant wall, and is a bounty hunter who fights for his employer.

   is also an Awakened.

   Although he lives in a slum, it is not because of poverty.

   For an Awakened, it is not difficult to move into the outer city. No mercenary group will refuse an Awakened to join, as long as it is not a particularly wasteful ability.

   But Blake didn't want to live that kind of controlled life. In the eyes of others, that giant wall is the dividing line between barbarism and civilization, but in his eyes, it is a cement cage that is useless, and only cowards need others to protect it.

   And the real powerhouse relies on his own fists.

  Last night, he received a mission from the client at The Pirate's Cove Tavern.

  The employer did not want to be named, but he made a lot of money. He paid him a chip of 1,000 face value for the deposit alone, and said that he would give him two more chips after the completion of the matter.

   Chips with such large denominations are rarely circulated in the market, and are usually only used by the nobles in the inner city. You can't find it in ordinary shops, you need to go to the bank to change money.

   After seeing the deposit, Blake's eyes turned into colorful chips, and he took over the task without a word.

   Although generally speaking, the more expensive the reward, the more dangerous the mission, but he was not very worried.

   One is that he has absolute confidence in his own strength, and the other is that the content of the entrustment does not sound very difficult.

  The mission of the new alliance is going to the Boulder City. For the future of the Boulder City, the mysterious employer hopes that he can intercept the group of envoys in the middle of the road.

He doesn't need to kill everyone, he just needs to launch a sudden attack to teach those hillbillies in the northern suburbs a deep lesson, let them learn to be humble and polite, and bring the so-called friendship and cooperation agreement, where to go .

  Blake licked the corner of his mouth excitedly, but as time passed, his eyes suddenly became a little unnatural.

   "...that's not right."

  Why haven't people reached the ambush?

   was discovered in advance?

   Logically speaking, this is impossible.

   At this moment, he suddenly remembered a rumor circulating in the Pirate Bay tavern.

  There is a mysterious "intuition system" awakener in the northern suburbs, and a group of mercenaries once fell on their hands.

  Blake's expression gradually became a little dignified.

  If this rumor is true, maybe the other party has already discovered them.

   "All ready to fight."

   After a low drink, he gestured to the brothers next to him, then picked up the RPG launch tube on the ground and inserted a high-explosive grenade into it.

  This thing he bought from the weapons store.

Although the   explosive and armor-piercing capabilities are not as good as the rocket launchers produced by the Boulder City Military Industry, they are still better than the short and powerful Iron Fist.

   The most important thing is that it is cheap and can be reloaded. Even if the mid-range hit rate is not very good, not everyone needs that.

   Like not everyone needs to face evolution.

The brothers next to    were also ready, the submachine guns in their hands were loaded with automatic rifles, and the heavy machine gunners hiding in the building also clicked the bolts.

   In the silent streets, murderous intent pervades.

   Although the fight has not yet started, it seems that he can already smell the smell of blood.

  Black waited quietly, adjusting the rhythm of his breathing.

   But at this moment, a loud explosion came from a window 200 meters away from him.

  Boom——!

   He looked there suddenly, and saw a figure thrown out of the window, with a long-sounding scream, and fell into flesh on the sloping concrete broken bridge.

   That is the direction of the heavy machine gun position!

   It was his partner who was thrown down earlier!

  Blake's eyes instantly crawled with a trace of blood, and anger and panic were written in his pupils.

   "Damn! Lute!!"

   How was he found? !

   But it was too late to think about it now, he raised the launch tube without a word, and pulled the trigger towards the window.

   Hearing a swoosh, a white tail flame rushed towards the window diagonally opposite.

  The blast of air and flames poured out from the dark ruins, and even scorched the moss on the wall.

   At the same time, Black raised his voice and roared with red eyes.

   "Tear them up for me!"

   On the other side, in the window where the RPG was shot, an agility player got up from the ground shaking his head.

   His ID is [Dagger of Murder], and the Alpha 0.5 version entered the game. Since "killer" and "zhi dagger" are not easy to read, the buddies who are familiar with him call him slaughter dagger.

   As a LV15 agility player, his ability is to convert half of his reflex nerves into perception of the environment.

  Although in the current version, the perception department has a tendency to inherit the position of the younger brother of the intelligence department, but for stealth players, this talent is just right!

   The polymer bulletproof plates of the light cavalry exoskeleton blocked most of the fragments, but the shock wave of the explosion still shook his internal organs.

   However, since he couldn't feel the pain, he felt more distressed about his equipment and the loot that flew away.

   "Damn - Lao Tzu's original armor!"

   And that heavy machine gun!

   It was possible to capture it at a glance, but as soon as a shot was thrown, it was thrown directly at him.

   The absolute force is the plot kill!

   was targeted by the dog plan!

   Just as he was cursing, Lao Bai's voice came from the communication channel.

   "...How's your situation over there?"

   "I'm okay...the other party has heavy firepower."

   "Need support?"

   "No, no," Sha Dagger smiled, "Leave it to us!"

There are three people in the    investigation team. In addition to him, there are [Kidney Fighter] and [Good names make dogs].

   One of the two is a power department and the other is a perception department. The levels are 15 and 14 respectively. Like him, they are old players who entered the game with Alpha 0.5.

Before    joined the Burning Corps, the three of them teamed up to paint pictures and do missions.

   reached out and tapped twice next to the helmet, and the killing dagger moved towards the half-collapsed stairwell while communicating with his teammates.

   "Kidney, dog thing, what's the situation on your side?"

   There was a quick answer in his ear.

   "...The perimeter defense has been lifted, and it's pushing upstairs. What about you? I think I heard something explode just now."

   "I ate a shot, it's fine... I'm heading to the support position here, and I'm expected to arrive in a minute."

   "Received, pay attention to safety."

   "Quick fight!"

   In the ruins, gunshots rang out, and fire flickered.

   released the small drone on their shoulders, and the two players wearing exoskeletons held rifles in their hands, advancing all the way, and flexibly shuttled across the broken concrete ruins.

   The light cavalry exoskeleton can exert unparalleled mobility in urban terrain, especially the complex ruin terrain. The place where ordinary people can't jump up can easily climb up wearing a light exoskeleton.

   The screams of his subordinates kept coming from downstairs.

   Hearing the approaching gunshots, Blake's eyes were filled with fear and anger.

  In the end, all his emotions turned into a roar, and the muscles in his body began to expand outward, like a tangled python, his eyes were bloodshot and oozing red.

   "I fought with you!!"

   A steel needle was stuck in his thigh, and Blake, who let out a roar, left the bunker, grabbed a steel plate covered with rust, and rammed it towards the flickering gunfire at the end of the corridor.

   Every cell in his body swelled to the limit, and the whole person was like a mad tank. As he charged with striding meteors, the floor tiles of the entire corridor screamed.

  The bullet hit the steel plate leaving only pits, and the 7mm full-power bullet couldn't penetrate it!

   At such a close distance, it would be too late to use a bazooka, and the investigation team would not be able to bring that thing.

   "Fuck! Is this guy crazy?!"

   Goudongshi looked surprised, but after playing the game for so long, he had never seen anything.

   Before he even gave him a look, the Kidney Fighter next to him put down the assault rifle in his hand, pulled out the engineer shovel, and let out a low growl.

   "Crazy!"

   The strength of his whole body skyrocketed, and instead of retreating, he advanced and charged towards the muscle monster.

   A hint of surprise flashed across his face, which was full of meat, but it soon turned into an arrogant and wild laughter.

   "If you want to die - I will fulfill you!!" Blake roared and rammed against the steel plate.

Exoskeleton?

   Drones?

   Those precious things are not worth mentioning in the face of pure power!

   His muscles are the strongest engine!

  Boom! ! !

  The collision of metal and metal made a sonorous roar.

   However, the man in front of him was not knocked out as he expected.

   The steel plate he held in his hand seemed to have hit a wall, and it didn't move at all with a slight shake.

   A look of surprise appeared on Black's face, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

   He violently lifted the steel plate, pulled out the mace hidden inside the steel plate, and greeted it according to the head of the exoskeleton.

   The clanging symphony sounded again.

   I saw that man was holding a shovel with a completely different style from the high-tech equipment, and he took the blow abruptly!

  Blake was frightened and frightened, especially when a tinge of numbness came from his mouth.

   "Haha! Good to come!"

   The man shouted something he didn't understand, and the engineer shovel in his hand drew an arc and sharply slashed towards his head.

  Blake hurriedly set up the mace in his hand to block, and two choruses exploded, causing him to take two steps back.

  The man seemed to be tireless, and the shovel in his hand was waving like a windmill.

   Even though the steel had been smashed and deformed, he continued to greet him at the door.

  Blake was frightened, and a trace of fear was written on his face.

   No matter how stupid he is, he clearly realizes at this moment that the person in front of him is an Awakened!

   And his strength is not inferior to him!

  Under the blessing of the exoskeleton, the warhead driven by muscles and motors at the same time hits like a storm.

   Not only did he not get tired at all, but the man became more and more brave.

   Bodily functions are on the verge of reaching their limit.

  Blake couldn't hold back any longer, pulled back a distance, knelt on the ground with a thud, raised his arms and begged for mercy.

"I surrender!"

   The surviving younger brothers were stunned on the spot and looked at each other. However, seeing that the bosses all surrendered, they finally put down their weapons.

   Staring at the level boss kneeling on the ground, the player named Kidney Fighter was slightly taken aback, and the raised shovel stopped in the air.

   He was playing well.

  Why did you vote?

   Get up and continue!

   Black, who was kneeling on the ground, shivered, and cold sweat broke out on his head. The look in the eyes of the man in front of him made him feel instinctive unease.

   But he couldn't move.

   At this time, the voices of teammates panting came from the ears of the two players.

   "Damn, I've arrived... already at the support position, what floor are you on? Why did the gunfire stop? Are you all right?"

   "...It's over, the boss voted," Goudong said with a subtle expression, "Go down."

   Killing Dagger: "%￥#@!"

  …

   On the roof of the building not far away, a woman covered in alloys stood there quietly.

   The black mirror and helmet cover her entire head, and her gender can only be determined from her posture.

   At first glance, she seems to be wearing an exoskeleton, but upon closer inspection, you will find that the helmet and mirror are non-removable parts that grow directly on her neck.

   She has no name, just an X-16 number written on the left chest and the processor buried in the chest cavity.

   A small and exquisite electronic sparrow landed on her shoulder, and a string of dark green strings flashed across her smart black eyes.

  X-16 nodded silently, the jet-black mirror looked straight ahead, and spoke with a cold electronic voice.

   "...the bait was captured."

   "Need to start plan B?"

  An answer came from the communication channel.

   "No need, come back."

  X-16 nodded.

"Yes."

   Not long after the voice fell, the figure standing on the roof had quietly left.

  Like never been here...

  …

the other side.

  Black and his five subordinates, whose faces were slumped, walked out of the abandoned building riddled with holes under the watch of three players wearing exoskeletons.

   When he saw the seven soldiers standing next to the mission, Blake's face couldn't help showing a hint of despair.

   Until a few seconds ago, he naively thought that the three people he had just met were already the strongest fighting force of the new alliance mission.

   However, the seven warriors wearing exoskeletons standing in front of him at the moment were not inferior to those three in their aura.

  Especially the person standing at the front, his strength is unfathomable!

   At this moment, he finally realized how stupid it was to take on this task.

  The captured weapons were gathered together.

   Looking at the RPG launch tube on the ground, a trace of surprise was written on Old Bai's face.

   "Bazooka, where did you get it?"

   In this sentence, he used the human link.

   Black answered cautiously.

   "...the black market in the slums sells this stuff."

  There are actually weapons stores in the Boulder City, but they don't stand on the shelves, and there is only a small launch tube.

   Explosives with an equivalent of more than 50 grams are not allowed to be brought into the giant wall. After payment, you need to pick up the goods at the trade station outside the giant wall.

   Survivor settlements in the wasteland seem to be like this.

   Luca came over, looked down at Blake, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and said in a deep voice.

   "Who sent you here?"

   Seeing the triggering plot, the surrounding players looked here with interest.

"I have no idea……"

Blake spoke with trembling, suddenly seeing the bad eyes of everyone, and hurriedly explained, "I really don't know, I, I also collect money to do things, and the last house I connected with is a frequent visitor to The Pirate's Bay Tavern, his name is Bit... ...you can go ask the bartender there, they all know the man."

   "Receiving money to do things?" Luca frowned and stared at him, "What did those people ask you to do? How much did they pay you?"

"My superior only told me to let me ambushed you here with someone, and then gave me... a deposit of 1,000 chips," Blake pleaded with flattery and flattery on his face, "I am willing to give all my property Dedicated to you, I just ask you to spare a life."

   Didn't listen to the bounty hunter's plea for mercy, Old Luca's face had a trace of solemnity.

  Although he had expected that his trip would not be peaceful, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, he deliberately arranged the signing time very close, and did not prepare things for those with bad intentions.

   But unexpectedly, they were still being targeted.

  Old Bai cast an inquiring look like Luca.

   "What to do with these captives?"

   Luca pondered for a while and said.

   "Let the manager handle it."

   After saying that, he showed the VM, set the coordinates on the map, and looked at Lao Bai.

   "The Guards Corps will send people over to recover the prisoners. Please arrange for two people to wait here for a while."

   Lao Bai nodded and looked at the two agility players beside him.

   "The NPC who took the captives is on their way here. You guys can stay here for a while and follow up after the handover is over."

   The two nodded in unison.

   "Oak!"

"no problem!"

  …

  The captives and the spoils stayed where they were, and they were separated to guard, and the group continued on the road.

  If you back down because of this difficulty, you will undoubtedly hit the opponent's arms.

  Old Luca made up his mind that no matter what happened, he must bring back that agreement.

  At the same time, in the outer city of Boulder City, inside the industrial building.

  A man in a formal suit is sitting in the office, quietly looking at the hologram projected on the desk.

   Although it is an office, there is no simple feeling here.

  The whole room is completely designed according to the standard of the Presidential Suite of the inner city hotel.

  From the table in front of him to the bed in the next room, every piece of furniture was imported from Ideal City.

   His name is Ibers, the chairman of the giant stone military industry.

   As the underground emperor of the outer city of Megalithic City, only he has the financial resources to enjoy all this in the entire outer city.

   He is the only one who deserves this kind of enjoyment.

   Standing next to the man, the secretary with a slightly old face said softly.

   "...their strength is astonishing."

   Ebers nodded and said expressionlessly.

   "Well, he should have mastered some kind of technology that can induce awakening."

   "And the strength of the awakening performance is not weak."

   Inducing Awakening is not easy, but it is not impossible.

  When the population is in a crisis of life and death, there will always be one or two strong and unreasonable individuals.

   is superimposed on the achievements in the field of genetic engineering in the era of the People's Federation. This special situation is infinitely magnified, which has led to the so-called "awakening" - this is the most mainstream view.

   Even without relying on any technical means, some survivor colonies can give birth to Awakened under natural conditions.

   And if some technical means are used, it is also possible to induce the active awakening of potential individuals.

   Although this comes with a range of risks including reproductive isolation.

  Ebers had heard of this kind of technology, and even the technical routes he knew about inducing awakening included dozens of them.

  The megalithic military has mastered two of them, and it is meaningless to master one more.

   They will produce a batch of cloned babies on a regular basis, screen out a few people with potential for awakening, and cultivate them in a concentrated manner. Those without potential are thrown into orphanages in slums or disposed of.

  Although the screening is not 100% accurate, as long as the overall yield rate is greater than 80%, it is enough for them.

  Awakened is just a piece of "high cost-effective, low-yield" equipment for the giant stone military industry. Their military capabilities depend not only on one or two pieces of equipment, but the entire system.

However……

   What makes Ebers afraid is.

   These cost-effective equipment, the new alliance has too many.

   The secretary standing next to him obviously went with him.

   "...If their ordinary soldiers awakened have such fighting power, I'm afraid they have to mobilize the militia to deal with them."

  According to the information they have investigated, the new alliance has an Awakened Corps with a size between 1000 and 3000, which is also the basis for their announcement of the Northern Expedition.

   Although their high-tech equipment is limited, sometimes the number is a terrifying force.

   "...and, these people always give me a feeling that something is not right."

   asked Ebers casually.

   "Which aspect are you talking about."

   "In every sense," after a pause, the secretary continued clearly, "They are not like normal people, but they are not like clones, they are more like special beings in between."

   "I suggest that you can increase communication with them, preferably to find out what these people are."

  There are so many strange things in the wasteland, but this thing happened on their doorstep after all.

   Ebers thought for a moment, then nodded slowly.

   "You're right, this really needs to be studied."

   The old secretary said respectfully, "Do you need me to arrange for the Mayor of the City Hall to meet with you?"

   "No need, I called him last night and things are going the way we expected."

  The old secretary continued: "Although I say so...but Mr. Dulong seems to be in some trouble."

  Ebers raised his eyelids.

   "What trouble."

   "Workers surrounded the city hall, they were not satisfied with the outcome of the negotiations between Duron and the new coalition and demanded a renegotiation."

   Ebers was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"interesting."

  …

   Long, long ago, Boulder was not a city, not even a survivor settlement, but just a mansion.

   Like other survivors of the apocalypse, the people who lived there struggled with the apocalypse.

   However, at this moment, a group of people came here and told the people in the building—

   "We will build walls for you, and we will give you swords, seeds, and torches."

   "However, unreliable alliances are collapsing, and our lifespan is a candle in the wind."

   "For the future of all of us, please hold on to the last fire."

"till the end--"

   Later, as time passed, more and more people gathered in front of the "flame".

   The flames of the people gathering firewood were high, and the fire became more and more vigorous. Although it was not as good as the prosperous era, it still retained a trace of warmth.

   Gradually, the original building and the surrounding blocks became the inner city, and the buffer zone between the inner city and the giant wall developed into the outer city.

   Up to now, even the huge outer city is not enough to accommodate all the people. People who cannot enter the huge wall have built shacks outside the wall, or spread to the surrounding area, forming a village like Bette Street.

   Of course, if you are unlucky, you may be caught by slave traders and sold to places like Brown's Farm.

   "...or, simply become a ration for mutants, predators, and xenomorphs."

   After listening to Xia Yan's "history", Chu Guang said thoughtfully.

   "That group of people...isn't it called the Post-War Reconstruction Committee?"

   He had seen Dr. Principle's video repeatedly. Although it did not mention the Boulder City, he repeatedly mentioned the mysterious organization of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee.

  Two centuries ago, there should be no major powers such as corporations, legions, and academies in the wasteland, and the Torch Church only appeared ten or twenty years ago.

   It is only possible to build such a majestic wall on the ruins.

   "Then I don't know, I heard there are other versions, but that's all I know..."

   Sitting on the sofa in the browsing room, Xia Yan held a cup of hot milk with cocoa in his hand, and blew gently.

   She didn't know why Chu Guang suddenly became interested in stories from 200 years ago, but she happened to have heard a little about it.

   For the sake of chocolate, it’s okay to chat with him for a while.

  Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully and tapped a few buttons on the keyboard.

  Xia Yan curiously looked at Chu Guang, who was meticulously staring at the computer. The slightly curved bionic prosthetic body was casually placed on another well-shaped leg.

   "Are you writing a diary?"

   "Diary?" Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Why do you think so."

  Xia Yan blinked.

   "Because it feels like you're writing every day."

   stopped the movement in his hand and thought for a moment, then Chu Guang said.

   "...Well, it's more like weaving dreams than a diary."

  Xia Yan rolled his eyes helplessly.

   "You're saying something incomprehensible again."

  Chu Guang smiled lightly, but did not speak.

  Every sentence he said was the truth, but he rarely finished a sentence.

   Politics and sales are really alike in this regard.

   It’s just that the things sold are different.

  Completed the world view in the setting set, Chu Guang logged on the official website forum to take a look.

   It’s not yet time to go offline, players are all in the game, but the liveliness of the forum is indeed undiminished.

  Two hours ago, the silver coin trading platform was reopened, and the trading price has been on a roller coaster for more than a dozen rounds.

   "Fuck! It's broken!"

   "Brilliant!"

   "How come it fell to single digits?!"

   "Big guys, give me some strength! Everyone doesn't sell them, just lift the silver coins to the sky!"

   "Fuck! Who the **** is throwing!!"

  Due to the ban on the exchange of related topics in the gossip section, similar posts were swiped in the trading section.

   The leeks are concerned about the price, but Chu Guang is flipping through the information about those big orders in the background.

   Even without using Xiaoqi's computing power, he can roughly judge based on the flow of funds that the major forces in reality are consciously increasing their holdings of the air coins he issued.

   even hired a professional trader.

   "...It seems that the energy of this battery is not small."

   A smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.

  If they decide to misunderstand themselves as an extraterrestrial civilization and regard "Wasteland OL" as some kind of fable containing enlightenment, then let them continue to misunderstand.

   This is not a bad thing.

   It is only right and proper to give rewards to those who work hard.

  Although he can't go to that world, he still hopes that his little players can have a better life.

   At this moment, Xiao Qi's voice suddenly floated.

"Owner."

   It was almost ptsd for this assistant AI to report bad news but not good news, Chu Guang nervously looked at the puppet sitting at the corner of the table.

"What's wrong?"

   Being looked at so directly, Xiao Qi showed an embarrassed expression and a shy smile.

   However, this does not make bad news good news.

   "You only have the last two qualifications left for the beta test."

  Chu Guang was stunned.

   "There are only two left? Didn't I say that the circulation will be reduced when the qualifications for the beta test are almost finished?"

  Xiaoqi said aggrieved: "I'm doing what you ordered... Last week, the number of qualifications issued per day has been reduced to 10, and this week it has been reduced again, but there are only so many."

  Although it also wanted to help Chu Guang recruit some more players, but the "recruitment cap" was there, and it couldn't do anything about it.

   Chu Guang did not speak today, Xiao Qi whispered.

   "Do you want to change it to one every day?"

   Or send a gold coin every day, collect all 10 and exchange for a discount coupon for buying a helmet.

  Xia Yan tilted his head, unable to understand what Chu Guang and the ornament on the table were saying.

   "That's not necessary, just post the last two."

   glanced at the tasks in the work log, Chu Guang pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

   "...It seems that contact with Vault 101 has to be put on the agenda as soon as possible."

   In order to coax Pai's happiness, he specially sent a well-behaved, sensible and cute little fish to act as her "exclusive customer service".

  I don't know what's going on with her...

  ——

   (Thanks to the leader of "czhang59" for the reward!!!)

   (end of this chapter)