This Game is Too Real

   After getting off the submarine, Mu Da returned to the speedboat with two of his men and headed back towards the circular island.

   They've been at Chip Port for too long, and not returning to take over may arouse suspicion from others.

  Before the shift, he had to talk to the brothers in the next shift and make some appropriate adjustments to the scope of the patrolling area.

  He can't arrange such a big thing in one day, he needs enough time for his subordinates to do ideological work.

  Recalling the conversation on the submarine just now, the subordinate standing beside him hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't help but speak.

   "Sir..."

"What's wrong?"

   "We...does this count as collaboration with the enemy?"

   It's not just his concern.

  The brother of the patrol standing in the cockpit also looked towards the deck, waiting for the officer's answer.

  Looking at the turbulent sea in the distance with a complicated expression, Mu Da pondered for a long time, shook his head, and said firmly.

   "It doesn't count."

   "But..." The expression on the sailor's face was still somewhat hesitant, but this time Mu Da looked back at him with much firmer eyes.

"The real enemies are those who pull us into the abyss of eternal doom for their own ambitions, not those who would rather risk their lives to pull us out of the abyss. They and those from Haiya Province The believers who came here are different, they really intend to end the wasteland on this planet, maybe this is why Mr. Sun Yuechi wrote that letter for them."

   "We have never betrayed the survivors living in this sea area, not now, and never will."

  The two sailors exchanged a glance at each other. Although there was still confusion and confusion about the future in those eyes, they felt a little better in their hearts.

   Betrayal or not, they're already on this thief ship.

   I can only continue to drive this ship...

  I don't know who changed the subject first, but the other person took up the conversation tacitly, and chatted about other things in a relaxed mood.

   "Speaking of which, what are they eating on the beach? It still smells weird."

   "I saw barbecue and beer... and that golden thing seems to be French fries they say?"

   "Damn... the food is better than Lao Tzu's." The sailor who sailed smacked his lips enviously, feeling that the gluttons in his stomach were hooked.

  So many things have happened, he has already worked overtime all night, and now he just feels hungry and sleepy.

   Mu Da, leaning against the side of the ship, yawned and said casually.

   "You are so curious, let's go to their port another day."

   "Boss, do you have their silver coin?"

   "Aren't they planning to do business with the settlements on the circular island? It's fine if they can't exchange federal currency with them."

"good idea!"

   Unknowingly, the patrol boats of the Federation of Southern Islands drove farther and farther towards the rising sun in the east.

  No one noticed that the Confederation of Archipelago, which was united by conspiracy, has quietly appeared a crack...

  …

   On the other side, "Wasteland OL" official website.

  After visiting the submarine, the players immediately brought the news back to the forum and shared it with those sand sculptures who had never seen the world.

  Murdering Dagger: "Let me tell you! That submarine is awesome! It's more than two hundred meters long, and it's just an underwater aircraft carrier."

   Debt Big Eyes: "Damn it?! Really?!"

  The boy on the construction site and Brick: "The sun is coming out from the west, and Ah Wei didn't brag?!"

  Tail: "giao! Don't give me random settings, when did I like to brag! (ノ｀Д)ノ"

  Ye Shi: "Surprised, when did Brother Guang become so generous!"

  Potato Chips Port is not connected to the Internet for the time being, and the photos taken cannot be sent back to the shelter in real time, and there is no way to synchronize them to the official website.

Fortunately, science and technology is advanced now, and the masters who have good things, based on the few words described by those players who have seen the world, refine the key points and send them to the AI ​​​​drawing software. CG pictures.

  Looking at the copycat CGs generated by AI, everyone had their eyes full in advance, but soon a new controversy emerged.

  Shipyard Master Zhang: "Wait, you said this thing can dive?!"

   Drinking the footwashing water: "Nonsense!"

A fish seller in Huludao: "I'm just curious about how such a large-diameter pressure-resistant shell is made!? And what is the welding process!? This thing can dive 100 meters in reality. I put it It was eaten!"

  Midnight with an umbrella but no knife: "Brother is crazy, this is a game!"

  Hungry forces: "Hey, you can accept iron airships with a length of 500 meters. What can't you accept with submarines with a length of more than 200 meters?"

   Bowed his head to the hungry forces: "Exactly! Even a starship with a thousand kilometers can be welded, but can't we weld a submarine with a distance of 200 meters?"

Ward's athlete's foot, Levin: "Hiss... I have to say one thing, maybe it's really possible! Isn't the Tianting near the entrance of No. 70 shelter? Eighty percent of their welding technology is recovered from the Tianting space station." !"

  Yar, I want to go to the toilet and ask: "Oh my god...Thinking about it this way, Vault 70 is such a crazy start!"

   Lower my voice and I'm Bron: "How the **** did you play a good hand of cards like this?!"

  Thinking of sending away scientific research points and population when the shelter opens, and thinking of being hammered by predators and mutants as soon as I show up, all the A-test players burst into tears and sighed.

  At that time, it was true that picking up a fire stick could be used as a magic weapon, unlike now that even a Gauss sniper rifle can be bought for money.

  To be honest, it’s not just the group of A-test players who sigh, even Chu Guang, who is sitting in the refuge and watching the screen, feels a burst of emotion.

  Strictly speaking, this group of A-test players came out later, and he was the first one to crawl out of No. 404 shelter.

  Don’t talk about burning fire sticks at that time, there is a dog at the beginning, and it is the kind with two heads, chasing his **** and biting.

  Thanks to the fact that the survivors on Beit Street treated him fairly well, Xiaoyu's family especially took care of him, otherwise it's hard to say whether there will be so many things later.

   "It's really a talent to be able to play such a good deck of cards like this." Looking at the map of the southern sea area, Chu Guang felt a burst of emotion.

  Although he was not on the scene, but based on the chats of the players on the forum and the summary and binding book that Xiaoqi helped him make, he can roughly understand the whole context of the matter.

  Although Sun Yuechi is unwilling to admit it, Vault 70 has become a de facto "inner city nobleman" in the southern waters.

  Their advantage is probably that they are not as extravagant and lustful as the nobles in the inner city of Boulder City, and most of them are senior engineers and experts who have received elite education, with knowledge, experience, lofty ideals and vision far exceeding that of ordinary wastelanders.

   As for the downside, they may be more isolated from the masses than the nobles in the inner city, after all, the former often come in and out of the latter.

  Even at this point, Huang Guangwei and Captain Chen believe that things have developed like this because of the stupidity of the survivors in the southern waters, not because of their lack of real communication.

  As long as in the past century, they are willing to let go of the arrogance of the enlighteners and distribute a little bit of power to the ordinary survivors who have grown up, it will not be possible to emerge a "federation" that completely excludes the refuge.

  Coral City, cultivated by the residents of Vault 70, was the first to be torn apart in this dispute.

   Their embarrassment is not only due to their dependence on the ocean current power station, but also because they are caught between two divided groups.

   Staring at the blue ocean, Chu Guang felt more and more regretful.

  Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder at the corner of the table, swayed her calves leisurely, resting her chin on her hands, staring at Chu Guang's side face, and suddenly asked curiously.

"Owner."

   Looking back from the forum, Chu Guang looked at Xiao Qi.

"What's wrong?"

  Xiao Qi blinked and said.

   "Since the southern sea area is so important, why don't you take over there directly, but leave it to the players themselves?"

  Chu Guang smiled faintly.

  “They are in the local area, and their understanding of the situation there is much better than that of me sitting here and unable to leave. It is the best choice to let them do it.”

"What's more, I hope they can change this wasteland spontaneously and stimulate the players' creativity and enthusiasm to the maximum. If they can use their own power to resolve the crisis in the southern sea area and unite the survivors there, it will be better than No matter how many expansion packs I send out, it will work.”

   "And we just need to give them enough support when necessary."

  Of course, he didn't hand over all the work to the player.

   As the manager of the alliance, he also has his own job.

   Not only the ongoing cohesion meeting, but also a series of cooperation between the Alliance and the Hump Kingdom recently.

  A railway from Fallen Leaf City to Petra Fortress has begun. After the completion of this project, the Hump Kingdom will also be incorporated into the alliance's land trade network.

  The embassy in Silver Moon Bay has finished the negotiation, and the staff of the embassy and a group of dormant capsules dedicated to players are already on their way to the No. 4 oasis.

  As the save points extend out along the alliance's railway, more and more players will appear on the route from Dawn City to Chip Harbor.

  Most of the game behaviors of these players will have a positive effect on the development of Chip Harbor.

   And all of this is the behind-the-scenes work he does that ordinary players can't see...

  …

  While the players were chattering about the Dolphin nuclear submarine and the suspected upcoming new version, the distant Silver Moon Bay was also bustling at the moment.

  The morning bell has just rang, and the seagulls have already hovered over the chimney and mast of the steam sailboat early.

A boilerman carrying a shovel walked onto the deck yawning, and stevedores with towels on their shoulders were unloading boxes of goods from barges of various shapes and styles, handing them over to ground crews for transport to the seaport The warehouse area or the trade market one kilometer away.

  There are all kinds of goods here, including precious wood and gorgeous silk, as well as spices with strange smells, boxes and bundles of gold and silver treasures, or secret treasures left over from the era of prosperity.

  The ships moored in the port are also different. There are fishing boats that can circle around in a dozen steps, and there are also giant tankers that take a minute to run from bow to stern.

  As the port with the largest cargo throughput in the entire Luoxia Province, and even the central and eastern regions of the entire Central Continent, not only ships from the east and west coasts often appear here, but even ships from another continent occasionally unload here.

   It is precisely because of this that the busyness here usually lasts from the moment the sun rises until the sun sets.

Whether it's the stevedores on the wharf, the pedestrians coming and going on the nearby street, or the hawkers hawking and selling along the street market, everyone is trying to make the jingling sound of a few coins in their pockets louder. Gained strength.

  However, in this port where wealth myths are born every day, the stories of getting rich overnight are often irrelevant to the busy majority of people.

  It’s like Mojavey, who just made a fortune, got drunk in the tavern early in the morning, bragging to those drunkards who were also hungover all night.

"You guys who have never been out at sea in your life will never imagine how amazing it is! Boxes and bundles of gold are lying on the sand and no one is picking them up, and the price of an assault rifle can be exchanged for a hundred dollars." A priceless blood mink fur!"

  Listening to the dry and hoarse voice, the alcoholic sitting at the table next to him took a sip of the alcohol mixed with water, laughed and joked.

   "Dude, we don't need to go to sea."

"that is!"

  Another alcoholic also took up the conversation and said with a smile.

"I have five shops in the port of Silver Moon Bay, all of which are leased to the merchants of the alliance. The rent they pay me every month has to be packed in sacks. I don't have to worry about running out of money even if I sit here and drink all day. .”

   "Same as you, buddy, I have raised thousands of cows and tens of thousands of pigs on the farm in Oasis 9, and I can earn as much as those blue coats can eat."

  Mogarvey stared at those guys with straight eyes.

   Good guy!

  Better than Lao Tzu!

  The boss sitting behind the bar couldn't stand it anymore, and slapped the wiped cup on the table, and couldn't help but say.

   "Since you are so rich, you might as well buy the bill first, and my place will close in two hours."

  The alcoholic who raised tens of thousands of pigs waved his hand.

   "We're so familiar, it's still the old rule, first write it down—"

   Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the boss's eyes.

   "Don't even think about it! You already owe me 1147 golden camels. If you don't pay the bill today, I'll sell you to the pier to work as a coolie to pay off the debt!"

  The alcoholic's face suddenly twisted into a bitter gourd, and he begged.

   "Oh, please, don't send me there! I'll be back in two days!"

  Looking at the wailing alcoholics, Mojavey stretched out his index finger and squeezed the space between his eyebrows, then punched the table hard.

   "Damn... how unlucky!"

   These poor ghosts!

   Beeping with them is a waste of time!

  He's been sitting here all night, and he's been bragging all night, almost turning the Chip Harbor, which isn't much bigger than a fishing village, into a gold mine full of gold.

  The reason why he advertises so hard to those people is of course not because of any kindness to help others, or to repay the kindness of those generous people, but purely to attract investment for his next business.

  That port is on the edge of the Baiyue Strait. Even if he didn't reveal where it is, someone will find it sooner or later.

   What's more, there were so many sailors and mercenaries on the deck at that time. He didn't expect those guys who took money to do things to keep any secrets for him, after all, he didn't distribute the money he earned to them.

  Maybe with a drink, those guys sold the secret of their fortune.

  Since the French fries port will be discovered sooner or later, it is wise to take advantage of the time difference and information difference to maximize the business before others step on the threshold of that port.

   But to achieve this, the little funds in his hand are obviously not enough, he needs to recruit some people who are stupid and rich in money.

   It would be best if any prince or nobleman took a fancy to his business and threw him a large sum of money to directly buy a fleet, or even lend him the royal fleet to pull goods.

  In this way, at least he doesn't have to look at the faces of those captains.

It's a pity that his business has just started. Although those goods can please the princes and nobles, but he has no status, but he is not qualified to appear at their banquets. He can only come to the tavern near the port try your luck.

   Just as Mogarvey shook his head and was about to buy the order and leave, two men in black robes came in from outside the tavern.

  The owner of the tavern looked towards the door, thinking they were here to drink, so he said politely.

   "Sorry, customer, we have closed business here, and we are now cleaning up the mess."

  The person in charge didn't speak, but just glanced around at the alcoholic sitting here drinking, and then his eyes stopped on Morgarvey's face.

  The two exchanged glances, one of them walked towards the door, and the leader went to the bar, took out a hundred-yuan note and threw it on the table.

   "I bought his order."

  The tavern owner was taken aback for a moment, and quickly accepted the money, and put the change on the iron tray.

  However, the man didn't even look at it, and just walked straight in the direction of Mogarvey.

  From the moment the two entered the door, Mojavey was quietly observing them.

Especially when he saw that person took out a hundred-dollar bill and readily paid for him, and walked towards him without even looking at the change, his beating heart was even more so. It jumped to the throat.

   Good guy!

   There is no place to find if you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

  This guy's money-losing benefactor made him wait!

  Looking at the man in black robe who stopped in front of him, Mogave cleared his throat, pushed away the chair and stood up, extending his right hand friendly.

   "What is the name of this boss?"

  The man in black robe looked at him expressionlessly, shook his outstretched hand, then let go and said.

   "Singer, someone is interested in your business. I wonder if Mr. Mogarvey is willing to reward him."

   Mogarvey was stunned.

   Unexpectedly, the person in front of me is not the rightful owner, but hired by someone. However, after discovering this point, the eagerness in his eyes not only did not decrease, but became even stronger.

   "Who is your boss?"

  The man named Singer continued in a calm tone.

   "He is staying nearby, please come with me."

  Looking at the man who turned and walked towards the door, Mojave didn't feel any problem at all, and followed him eagerly.

   A group of people left the tavern and walked south along the bustling street for a while, passing by the luxurious hotel several times, Mogave thought they had reached the place, but saw that the two of them had no intention of stopping at all.

   Especially when one of them slowed down and walked behind him, he couldn't help feeling a little vigilant in his heart.

  However, he still suppressed the doubts in his heart.

   After all, this is the territory of Silvermoon City. Even if the law and order here is not excellent, kidnapping in the street is still very rare.

   Besides, the temperament of the two of them is not like a gangster, but more like a nobleman's retainer. He often deals with royal servants, and he is very confident in his vision of people.

   After walking for about half an hour, a group of people came to a corner of the port area from the bustling market.

  Two warships with double-knife flags were parked by the pier, and a dozen muscular men stood on the shore with Ripper rifles on their backs.

   The entire pier seems to be contracted by these two warships, and other ships hide here far away, and even the dock workers and patrols do not come here.

   At this moment, Mogarvey finally panicked.

   Glancing at the man following him, he then looked at Singer who was walking in front, and asked tremblingly with a trembling voice.

   "You, who is your boss?!"

  Singer smiled faintly, stopped, and pointed to the ship in front with his chin.

   "Master Achim is on the ship ahead, go up and talk."

  Hearing these words, Mo Jiawei's heart instantly fell from the throat to the bottom, and he complained endlessly, only regretting that he was blinded by interests.

  The man in the black robe stood motionless behind him, obviously not intending to let him go.

   Not only that, the dozen or so soldiers with rifles on their backs near the pier were also staring at his face intently.

  Looking at that menacing posture, I'm afraid that if I dare to turn around and take a step back, those guys will rush up and tear me apart without hesitation.

  Seeing that he was standing still for a long time, the man named Singer reminded him politely in a tone of impatience.

   "Mr. Mogarvey, please get on board."

"yes…"

   Stared at by those sharp eyes, Mojavey gave a wry smile, but he could only move his lead-filled legs, and walked towards the flagship gangway.

   These guys are from the Xilan Empire.

The unreasonableness of these people is well-known throughout Silvermoon Bay. Even the governor of Silvermoon Port and the city lord of Silvermoon City have nothing to do with these guys. They can only hope that the protection of the Alliance can make them Help the guy restrain himself.

  Mulgarvey never expected that he, who was doing business honestly, would provoke these plague gods, let alone that they would directly kidnap people from the downtown area in an unruly way!

certainly.

  He also admitted that part of the reason for this was himself. If he hadn't become greedy, if his brain hadn't been paralyzed by alcohol, he wouldn't have fallen for such an obvious trick.

  After some dawdling, Mogarvey finally boarded the deck, and met the Captain Achim in a luxuriously decorated captain's room.

  I saw the bearded man raised his nostrils slightly, stared at him as if he was interrogating a prisoner, and spoke casually.

   "Have you been to Chip Harbor?"

  Mogarvey didn't dare to hide anything, and nodded nervously.

   "...Yes my lord, I just got back from there."

  Hearing this sentence, Captain Achim narrowed his eyes slightly, and those eyes were like letters spit out by a poisonous snake.

  Mogarvey felt chills down his spine, and when he was about to ask the lord in front of him for advice, Captain Achim said slowly.

   "I need you to do something for me."

   That is the tone of command.

   Obviously there is no intention to discuss.

  Mulgarvey, who was thinking about how to get out of here, nodded quickly.

   "Please tell me."

  Very satisfied with the attitude of the businessman in front of him, Captain Achim continued slowly.

   "I will give you two cargo ships, and you take them to the French Fries Port, as long as they successfully dock at the port, we will leave the rest to us, it's that simple."

   Mogarvey asked tremblingly.

   "Those two ships... what cargo are they pulling?"

   Achim looked at him expressionlessly and said.

"you do not need to know."

   Probably guessed what might be on board, Mogave swallowed, made a cooperative look and smiled, and nodded flatteringly.

"Okay! No problem my lord! I'm familiar with those guys at Chip Harbor, no matter what kind of cargo you want to haul there... But this journey is not short, can I go back and pack my luggage before we leave? "

   He swore.

  As long as he is asked to return to the downtown area, he will definitely run away without saying a word. Presumably the alliance embassy will be very interested in this information, and maybe they will arrange two bodyguards for him.

  However, Achim just glanced at him lightly, and said with a half-smile.

   "Do you think I'll let you down?"

   Seeing the sneering eyes, Mo Jiawei only felt a chill down his back, and immediately squeezed out a smile that was not much better than crying.

   "I... I won't go down. Then, my lord, when shall we set off?"

   "Right now, two ships are already waiting on the Borneo Sea, and I will take you there personally." Achim took out the diamond-encrusted pocket watch and glanced at it, before throwing it into the drawer.

  Suddenly noticed the smile on the little businessman's face, which was uglier than crying. His eyes moved slightly, and he walked forward with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner.

   "Don't worry, we're just going there to get back what belongs to us. Follow me and work hard, and I will definitely not treat you badly when things are done."

   Mo Jiawei looked at the confident guy in front of him dumbfounded, thanking him a thousand times, but he had already scolded his mother in his heart.

   These short-lived ghosts!

  Don't tell me I'm tired of working, but I still want to bring him along!

   Now he just hopes that these guys will stay away from him when they die, and the blood will not splash on him...

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   (Thanks to the leader of "Yan Xia ycl" for the reward!!)