This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 371 Bloody Chips

   Just as the old vernacular voice fell, the index finger of his right hand had already lifted the safety of the rifle.

   The same is true for the twenty or so Burning Corps players beside him.

  's undisguised murderous aura caused the strong man named Iron Thorn to shrink his eyes slightly.

   "Hey, wait, did we misunderstand something?"

   Cold sweat oozes from his forehead, he raised his hands and stepped back, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. He didn't know where he had offended this guy, but his instinct told him that this was an extremely dangerous thing.

"No."

   This time, Iron Thorn finally understood what the man in front of him said.

   And his eyes were completely imprinted with a deep layer of fear.

   "...The Alliance never negotiates with looters, and never deals with looters. Every penny you earn can be turned into a bullet to civilized people."

   Fang Chang took off the Dawning Longbow on his back, and at the same time drew an arrow and put it on the bowstring.

   "So the deal was cancelled."

   "Since you believe in fists, use your fists to speak!"

   "You're so much nonsense!" Tie Thorn, who had retreated to a safe distance, roared, with a fierce light in his eyes, "Fire on Lao Tzu! Kill them!"

However--

The sound of the    machine gun did not sound.

   Instead, there was a thunderous gunshot on the ground, cutting off his pre-emptive hilarity.

   In the window not far away, the man lying in front of the machine gun suddenly burst into a cloud of blood and fell to the ground.

   At the same time, the assault rifles that were held horizontally in the hands of the players had invariably aimed their muzzles at him.

   "Call me!"

   gave the order to fire cleanly, and Lao Bai pulled the trigger at the same time.

   chu chu ---!

   The thick and long tongue of flame jumped from the muzzle, and orange-yellow projectiles shot out one after another, completely tearing the tranquility of the street.

   Iron Thorn and several younger brothers beside him were beaten into sieves on the spot, and fell to the ground before he could let out a grunt.

  Everything happened in an instant, and the gunmen hired by Edmund had no time to react, and were caught off guard by the sudden burst of gunfire.

   However, their response was fairly quick.

   In the window on the second floor of the cinema, rifles soon appeared. The gunmen who were squatting there began to fight back at the players downstairs.

   However, they faced the corps of the Alliance T0 echelon.

  In the battlefield of Xizhou City, these players have already experienced countless trials of iron, fire and death, how can they be resisted by a group of fierce people?

   Whether it is tactics, fighting will, or proficiency in street fighting, both sides are not opponents of the same level.

  The players spread out skillfully, quickly locked the firepower points outside the cinema, and responded with alternating firepower with tacit cooperation.

  Although there were over a hundred gunmen in the cinema, in the face of the offensive of more than 20 players, they were overwhelmed and unable to lift their heads for a while!

   Not to mention the snipers lying on the tall buildings not far away, the shooters who exposed their heads like reapers by name.

   Even if not every shot will take away a life, the death that will come to them at an unknown time has brought enormous psychological pressure to them.

   The two gunmen squatting at the door tried to close the modified and reinforced door.

   However, at this moment, an arrow "swoosh" into the door and burst into flames in an instant.

Fragments of the    explosion scattered in all directions, and the two gunmen who were guarding the door were killed on the spot.

   At the same time, a drone folded its rotors, gliding and falling from a high altitude, and with a humming sound like the flapping of the wings of a wasp, it scurried through the window on the second floor of the cinema.

   An earth-shattering explosion sounded.

  Orange-red flames rolled out from the pitch-black windows, sending a large amount of sand and dust flying away, and shaking off the half-collapsed exterior wall of the building with gravel and cement shavings.

  The slaves on the ground floor were huddled in iron cages, trembling uneasily.

   And in the windows on the second floor, the muzzles of the guns that were originally hidden there were collectively muted at this moment.

  The relatively narrow space will multiply the power of the blast shock wave.

   The power of the "switchblade" that fell from the sky was completely beyond the expectations of the gunmen. Most people were stunned, if not killed on the spot.

   "Prepare for an assault!"

  Old Bai, who seized the opportunity, raised his left fist, made a clean forward gesture, and advanced forward first.

   The three small players next to him followed and quickly rushed to the main gate.

   The other four teams of four were the same, spreading out and advancing forward, like a pushpin nailed to the front.

  The gate was quickly captured.

   Next is the stairs.

The sound of   bang bang broke through from bottom to top, and the gunmen who tried to stop them were killed one after another and rolled down from the top of the stairs.

   dash to the second floor.

  Old Baiping raised the rifle in his hand, gave the order to clear the squads, and then continued to move forward with his squad members.

  The 5 teams on the 2nd floor were attacked in three directions, carefully searching every corridor, every theater, every seat, and every corner of every inch.

   A gunman was leaning against the wall and stumbled to escape from the safe passage, when he happened to run into the muzzle of a group of people.

   The killing dagger clutching the rifle stared at the man and shouted loudly.

"lay down your weapon!"

   However, the gunman ignored him and even tried to shoot back.

   Seeing that persuading him to surrender was useless, Killer Dagger pulled the trigger without hesitation and swept the shuttle to send the guy away.

   Looking at the corpse lying in a pool of blood and the smoking muzzle, Killer muttered and cursed.

   "Hey, I'm **** using renjun this time!"

  The captives can exchange for contribution points and silver coins.

  The corpse can also save an active substance.

   "Maybe it was deafened by the switchblade just now." The Kidney Fighter beside him suddenly said.

   "...Well, it seems to make sense."

   On the other side, the clearing of the north area was completed. Fang Chang raised his index finger and tapped on the earphone, reporting the situation here.

   At the same time, reports from other teams also sounded in the communication channel.

   "The west room has been cleared."

   "The room on the east side has been cleared."

   "The hallway is under control."

   "The operating room was found... Three doctors were found at the scene, one of whom was suspected to be Edmund."

   "Wait for me there."

   dropped this sentence, Fang Chang opened the VM to confirm the map location, and immediately rushed towards the operating room.

   When he arrived at his destination, a tall and thin man was raising his hands and had already retreated from the operating table to the corner.

   He was wearing an apron that was stained with blood and grease, like those worn by cooks.

   There was a man and a woman next to him, also in the same attire. They should be his assistants. At this moment, their faces also had expressions of horror.

   The previous explosion and a series of gunshots almost scared them to pee.

   There was a boy lying on the operating table, about twelve or thirteen years old, with a fairly strong physique, as if he was often engaged in manual labor.

   But at this moment, his breathing was very weak, like a candle in the wind.

   Fang Chang noticed his left abdomen, where there was a fresh knife.

   Feeling the intense killing intent in the eyes of everyone, Edmund said tremblingly.

   "I, I didn't tie him here..."

   "Then he still volunteered?"

   "I spent money!"

"How many?"

   "50... No, not only 50, but also 300 for honoring Mr. West. That lord is the second head of the Dagger Gang, and this kid lives on his street."

   Fang Chang had heard of the Dagger Gang, but only heard of it.

but.

   Now is not the time to discuss this.

   He glanced at the boy lying on the operating table, and then at the man in front of him.

   "What's he like now?"

   Edmund said nervously

   "Hand, something went wrong with the operation... That bomb you just dropped, me, my hand trembled."

   Fang Chang asked.

   "Is he still saved?"

   The expression on Edmund's face was a little ugly.

   "Yes, yes... But I'm afraid I have to give him a pair of waists."

   Looking at the translation on the vm, Lao Bai did not speak.

   glanced at the teammate next to him, he took a suitcase from the latter and put it on the iron shelf next to the operating table.

   Under Edmund's astonished gaze, Fang Chang stared at this guy and continued.

   "Fit him on."

   "Then we'll come back to your question."

   took a quick glance at the suitcase, and Edmund's eyes flashed with a flash of pain.

   It was supposed to be his thing!

   However, the sharp muzzle made him not have the courage to say this at all, and he only dared to curse these untrustworthy guys in his heart.

   He swallowed and nodded nervously.

   "Okay, okay..."

  …

  The surgery went smoothly.

   The boy's breathing gradually calmed down.

  Although the effects of the anesthesia have not completely faded away, he has regained a little bit of consciousness.

   Edmund and his two assistants were taken outside the operating room by Lao Bai and his party.

   Looking at the boy lying on the operating table, Fang Chang said.

"What's your name?"

   The chapped lips moved slightly.

   "Sail..."

   One-syllable names are quite common in the wasteland.

   Fang Chang, who often collects information in taverns, has even seen people called Table Stools.

"Where are your parents?"

   "On the edge of... a giant wall."

   should be a slum.

   Knowing the general situation, Fang Chang paused for a moment, then changed into a gentle tone and continued.

   "We will send you back, don't tell anyone about our affairs, this is for your own good."

  Although the parts of the Awakened are not valuable enough to make people lose their minds, it is hard to say if this thing appears in a child.

   Edmund and his assistants will be sent to the prisoner of war camp. As long as he does not take the initiative to tell others that he has Awakened parts on his body, no one will know about it.

  No one even knows about the surgery.

   "Thank you..." When he said this, the boy's eyes were a little confused.

   He didn't know why these people were doing this.

   When they were part-time workers at the trading post, people clearly wanted them to die.

   However, just as he was about to leave this world, someone reached out and pulled him back.

   Watching the back disappearing at the door of the operating room, the boy rested the back of his head on the pillow, stared straight at the ceiling, and whispered in his mouth.

  What a strange group of people...

  …

   left the operating room, stood at the door, and looked at Edmund in the corridor.

   Being watched by that person, Edmund's heart raised his throat, and he said nervously.

   "I have rescued that boy..."

   Fang Chang said unceremoniously.

   "This is what you should be."

   The expression on Edmund's face stopped, and after a while, he said in a low voice.

   "Do you want money? My chips, and everything here is yours, I just ask you to let me live—"

   Fang Chang interrupted him and said bluntly.

   "Of course we'll take your ill-gotten gains, that's our booty."

   Hearing this righteous statement, Edmond almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

   But at this moment, he suddenly thought of something, and there was a trace of obvious panic in his eyes.

   "You...are people from the new alliance?"

   Fang Chang gave him a strange look.

   "Didn't Gracie tell you?"

   "He didn't say... He only told me that there was a seller who could provide parts for the Awakened, and asked me if I was interested. As long as I gave him a sum of money, he would introduce that seller to me."

   said tremblingly, a hint of regret suddenly appeared in Edmond's eyes.

   "That **** beast, I knew he wasn't in a good mood!"

   Several players looked at each other strangely.

   It's okay to call someone a beast.

   "I'm not interested in the grievances between you."

   interrupted Edmund's whisper, Fang Chang looked at him and said, "You and your assistant, as well as several other looters who surrendered, will be sent to where you should go, where you will be judged."

   Edmund protested.

   "Wait, this is not the territory of the new alliance, why do you use the laws of the alliance to convict me——"

   Fang Chang glanced at him.

   "Because we don't like you, is this reason enough?"

   "Or there's a gun on the ground over there, go pick it up, and we'll communicate in another way."

   Edmund looked at him stiffly, his calf was slightly hot, and finally swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

   This reason is really not wrong.

   After all, this is wasteland.

   is a borderless land.

   He can decide the life and death of others at will.

   Of course, others can also freely decide which set of standards to use to deal with him.

   This is reasonable.

  …

   Edmund and his men will be sent to the courthouse in Dawn City, where they will be tried.

  The photos taken by the players at the scene and the videos in the action recorder are enough for these beasts to spend the rest of their lives in the prisoner of war camp.

  The first floor of the cinema.

   In an open yard reinforced with garbage and concrete.

  The players broke the rusted chains on the iron cage with their gun butts and released the survivors locked inside.

  These people were ragged and scrawny, standing in the middle of the open space at a loss.

   Looking at the rifles in the hands of the players, many people have fear in their eyes, not knowing what will happen next.

   Seeing the fear in their eyes, Lao Bai walked up to them and said in unfluent words.

   "You are free."

   "Go back and be with your family."

   "No matter what the reason you are locked up here, don't do stupid things in the future."

Not long after the    voice fell, the survivors exchanged glances and whispered to each other as if they had returned to their souls.

   Almost everyone's eyes were full of surprise.

   They thought they were just going from the pockets of one group of villains into the pockets of another group of villains, but they didn't expect these people to let them go.

  A man in ragged clothes took two steps forward.

  He raised his head submissively and looked up at the benefactor in front of him.

   "Can you tell me... your name"

   Lao Bai said with a hearty smile.

   "My name is not worth mentioning, there are many people here... We are all from the Union in the northern suburbs."

   Alliance…

   The man lowered his head.

   He chewed the word repeatedly in his mouth, and there seemed to be light in his cloudy pupils.

"……thanks."

   bowed deeply, walked towards the gate, and left here.

  Some people followed behind him and walked towards the wasteland outside the gate.

   However, some people stayed.

  Old Bai did a rough count and found that there were quite a few people who stayed, more than fifty.

   "Aren't you going?"

   Hearing this, people exchanged glances.

   One of them stepped forward and said with lowered eyebrows.

   "We... have no home, allow us to follow in your footsteps."

   Hearing this request, Lao Bai's face couldn't help but make a difficult point.

  According to the general rpg game, if you agree to him, you have to be their boss, not only have to be responsible for their food and drink, but also help them to clean the toilet.

   Managing a group of NPCs is much more troublesome than managing players.

   "You don't have to follow me, you should live your own life. But... if you have nowhere to go, you can go back to the alliance with us."

   "There are many people like you out there who will help you start a new life."

  The expressions on everyone's faces were filled with confusion at first.

   But when they heard the latter sentence, there was still a little bit of longing for a new life in people's eyes.

   There were also a few who didn't react at all from beginning to end, presumably clones that didn't have a full mind.

   Before, in the lair of the Blood Hand Clan, Old Bai had seen a similar existence.

   Dealing with these guys is also a tricky one.

   But he wasn't going to worry about it.

  He came to play games.

  It's cool to pretend, but it's too troublesome to think about it.

   These troublesome things, let the respected managers worry about it!

  …

  Although the transaction was cancelled, the players unexpectedly discovered that their gains from this transaction exceeded expectations.

   The chips looted from the basement piled up into a hill.

  Although the face value of each chip is not large, it adds up to a total of 180,000!

  The only cost is dozens of magazines and a "switchblade".

   Too bad they didn't bring the RPG, or it would have been cheaper.

   Looking at the hill where the chips were piled up, Murderer Dagger couldn't help but sigh.

   "Sure enough... it's the most profitable thing to eat black."

   "What is black eat black!"

   Fang Chang rolled his eyes and refuted his statement, "It's obviously a hammer of justice!"

   "We confiscated their chips, used these chips to upgrade equipment, and then used the upgraded equipment to save more survivors. It's obviously a just thing. Why do you say it's black and black? Are you embarrassed?"

   Killing Dagger was stunned for a moment.

  What the hell?

   Makes sense!

   Hearing Fang Chang talking nonsense, Lao Bai laughed and said in a mocking tone.

   "Okay, don't talk so much nonsense, just play the game and figure it out, what's the use of making big sense. How do we divide these chips? Give me an idea."

   "The average score is the same as the next book, what else can you do?"

   After listening to Fang Chang's suggestion, Lao Bai snapped his fingers.

   "Yes, then as you said, when Ye Shi and Gu Feng come back, we will pack each one in a bag."

   Hearing this sentence, the players suddenly cheered.

   "The boss is awesome!"

   "666!"

   "Fuck you!"

  According to the average distribution, each of them can get more than 8,000 chips, which is equivalent to 16,000 silver!

   What quest gives so much money?

   Such a huge sum.

   It can be said that he became rich overnight!

   (end of this chapter)