This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 90 Boss, we have a great advantage!

   Although it was against the wind on the way back, Hain felt his body float, and the arrow wound on his leg didn't hurt so much.

   Due to planning needs, he stayed one day in those blue coat camps, it was the afternoon of the next day, and just a few hours ago, he had had lunch together at the invitation of the man.

   He was impressed by that lunch. The main course was steamed crab legs with cracked claw, and the side dishes were mushroom soup + croissant potato mash.

   can kill the crack claw crab, it seems that the strength of this group is stronger than he imagined, at least with anti-armor firepower.

   And the croissant potato mash is sprinkled with soy sauce for flavor.

  Abundant military virtues and sufficient supplies, the Blood Hand clan has indeed provoked a terrible opponent, and it is not wrong to break two teams in their hands!

  Hain is a businessman, and businessmen are realistic.

   He will always be on the side of the victor...at least the one with the most hope of victory.

   Actually, when the man named Chu Guang was persuading himself, he could see that he did not understand the rules of the horseshoe firm very well.

   Even if you show yourself ruthlessly in front of your boss, you can't get rid of the days of pinning your head to the belt of your pants.

   Although he is nominally a "salesman" of the firm, in fact the nature of the salesperson is closer to that of a partner.

   They were active in the southern river valley province, using the relationship of the horseshoe firm to trade, and then getting a share of each transaction.

  Hain made a rough calculation.

   Even if two groups of men and horses were damaged, the Blood Hand clan still had fifty or sixty strong laborers.

   Even if he can bring back one third of it, it is enough to make him a horseshoe company—and even the legend of the entire Red River Town.

   Those who can work are sold to the mine owners of the mines, and those who lack arms and legs are sent for organ harvesting and sold to Boulder City or other large survivor settlements in the northern river valley province, both at a 1000% profit.

   No matter how you think about this business, it is all bloody.

   As for whether these blue coats can win?

   Honestly, he didn't even think about the possibility that they would lose.

  These people can work as diligently as cows, and hunt as fiercely as wolves. They even set themselves up for walking in the wasteland for many years.

   They have amazing advantages both tactically and strategically.

   And the leader of these people is a man who can't be guessed.

   These guys are pretty scary!

  Hain's intuition told himself that if you have a good relationship with these people, you will definitely have a lot of money in the future. Maybe it will be higher than working in a commercial company!

  …

   North along the wreckage of the elevated out of the city, and after passing around a few collapsed ruins, after a while, Hein saw the tire factory occupied by the Bloody Hand clan.

The   concrete exterior walls are lined with spiked stakes and steel bars as obstacles, and the walls are covered in blood smeared with unidentified and chilling graffiti.

   A headless corpse was abandoned at a roadside drain, being eaten by a few fat rats. I think it was some unfortunate slave who failed to make this group of savages happy.

  Hain smashed his tongue and secretly said a pity in his heart. Holding the wooden box in his hand, he kept walking towards the gate made of wood.

   "I'm Hein, open the door!"

   The bandages on his legs had already been removed, and the wounds had stopped bleeding. Hain pretended to yell and waved at the sentry on the fence.

   Recognizing Hein's face, the man with the shaved head and scarlet paint on his face walked to the winch made of steel bars and stretched out his muscular arm to twist the winch.

  The wooden door slowly opened with a gurgling sound.

  Hain didn't stop for a moment, walked quickly into the stronghold of the Blood Hand clan, and came to the bear's camp under the leadership of a predator sentinel.

   placed the box on the ground with his forehead pressed against the ground.

   "Dear Chief! Those people are a bunch of savages, I'm sorry I tried my best, but they couldn't communicate at all."

   looked blankly at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him, the bear leaning on the chair, and leaned his chin on his fist with a lazy expression.

   "You didn't bring my people back."

   "Yes...because there were no prisoners at all."

"No?"

  Bear sat up straight from the chair, his small eyes were almost squeezed into a point by the taut flesh on his face.

   "What do you mean when you say there are no prisoners."

   He knew very well what virtues his subordinates had.

   If you encounter those wicked people, you may still fight to the death, but fighting with the blue jacket... Even if you can't win, there is absolutely no possibility of a **** battle to the end.

   20 points of chips is not a loss for a prisoner to come back, wait for a period of time to cultivate students and recuperate, and concentrate on finding the place back.

   As for those who lacked arms and legs, he directly let the slave trader in front of him take full control of them. The Blood Hand clan does not support idlers, nor does it have any extra food to feed.

   He now even suspects that the man in front of him is lying, negotiating in his own name, but sending those prisoners to other places.

  Hain has a keen sense of atmosphere.

   Even if he couldn't see the expression on the bear's face, he could guess what this **** with a muscular brain was thinking, so he quickly brewed a sad and angry expression, and moved out the speech he had already prepared.

   "Those people are just a bunch of scum, rats, maggots in blue coats! They don't talk about benevolence and morality at all, and the word cunning is engraved in every cell."

   "They pretended to accept the surrender of your men, but after your men laid down their weapons, they brutally hanged your men at the door!"

   Said, Hein opened the box in his hand, and inside was a phalanx strung into a necklace.

  Bear's eyes instantly shrank to a point, and his right fist slammed into the armrest of the chair.

   "I'm going to cut off the limbs of these rats and throw them into the dungeon to feed the cockroaches!"

  The rude roar echoed in the tent, and the flames on the brazier flickered. The Marauder veteran on the side clenched the knife and axe at his waist, and watched as Hein's expression began to flicker.

   As long as the leader gives an order, they will go forward and chop the rude person who angered the leader into flesh, venting their anger on the great leader.

   felt the fury of the bear.

  Hain did not dare to breathe, and continued to complain with tears in his eyes.

"Respected leader, you don't know, what happened to me with them! I walked into their camp with the purpose of peace, and even took the initiative to hand in weapons to their sentinels. However, I just When they saw their leader, the man ordered me to be thrown into prison."

   "They don't want to negotiate at all, and they have no intention of negotiating! That man threw this wooden box to me, not only laughed at me, saying that all the people you want are here, but also let me... let me burn it for you!"

"Although they didn't hang me immediately, they probably insisted on keeping me locked up because they were afraid that I would reveal their secrets. Escaped their camp overnight with a wooden box."

   "However, those people responded very quickly. They immediately realized that I was gone, and sent hunters to hunt me down. I didn't dare to go north, so I could only take a detour to the east gate, but before entering the city, I was shot by an arrow."

"Fortunately, the arrow didn't hurt the vital point. I hid your relics in the trash can, and I got into a ruin. Almost as soon as I got in, they searched! But fortunately, they didn't notice me. , I hid in the ruins until dawn, until they returned home."

   "After confirming that there is no danger, I didn't dare to delay for a moment, I immediately took the box and came back to report to you!"

  Hain said with snot and tears, and the bear sitting on the seat finally turned his anger away from him.

   His eyes locked on Haen, Xiong asked in a deep voice.

   "You said they were worried that you revealed their secrets? What secrets do they have?"

  Hain continued speaking quickly.

"Those people are not actually shelter residents, they are just scavengers who wandered from nowhere. They used deceit to occupy magpie nests, occupied a shelter hidden in a wetland park, and stripped off their blue coats. Pretend to be a Vault Dweller and use this to deceive wastelanders who pass by."

"They are not as strong as they appear on the surface, they are just a group of scoundrels who are stubborn, bullying and fearing the tough. They are even smaller in number, only about 30 people, and the rest are prisoners of the original refuge. They love to do it. The thing is to light a bonfire in the middle of the camp late at night, and then bring the good-looking prisoners out for a party... You know what I'm talking about."

   "So if you're going to get your hands on them, it's better to do it late at night and early in the morning."

  Hain lowered his eyebrows, expertly telling the story someone told him.

   "That's when their defenses were the most slack. Many people didn't even wear clothes... That's when I took the opportunity to escape."

   captive.

   Inside the shelter.

   A look of greed appeared on the bear's face.

The clone presented by   Bett Street has long been broken by him, and now it is estimated that it has been dismantled into parts by his subordinates.

   Besides, a toy that didn't have any mood swings, neither screamed nor cried, couldn't interest him at all.

   If he didn't scream, how would he show his bravery?

   And those who came out of the shelter were different, no matter where they were, those people were the best.

   "Where's the guns? How many guns do they have?" The bear immediately asked the question he cared about most.

   Seeing that the leader was already moved, Hain was overjoyed and said quickly.

   "At most thirty! Half of them were captured from your men! And they have very little ammunition reserves, and more than half of them even use bows, arrows and javelins."

   "Look at my leg injury, it was left by the arrows they shot!"

   heard the bow and arrow.

The   bear's expression became even more contemptuous.

Those primitive things are the weapons of scavengers, unless there are very few "Awakened" with special abilities, or mutants with extremely developed muscles, most people would rather use black powder guns as long as they have the conditions. Will fight with spears and bows.

  Xiong was two meters long, and he was full of strength. Four people went up together, but they couldn't move his arms. Ordinary people can't walk with an armor of twenty or thirty pounds, but his armor weighs a hundred pounds, of which the breastplate is 50 pounds of homogeneous steel!

   Not to mention a crossbow javelin, even a normal bullet hit it like a scratch, leaving some scratches at most.

   In his opinion, trampling those scavengers to death is no different from trampling to death a nest of ants.

   "Sir, I think this matter needs to be carefully considered," the man standing next to the horse-faced man nodded and continued in a deep voice.

   "Badger and Ji are not weak, and their clan is also brave and good at fighting. However, they were successively defeated by the scavengers, and I always felt that something was wrong."

   Hearing this speech, Hein was anxious and was about to speak. However, he saw Xiong wave his hand, directly interrupting what the horse-faced man said.

   "Badgers are brave but scheming and brave, and they are not elites. They are just a group of scavengers. I personally lead the team, gather all the hands, and run over them more than enough."

  Bear didn't want to drag on for too long.

The longer the    is dragged on, the heavier the snow will fall, the colder the weather will be, and the harder the battle will be.

   Besides, the prisoners in the shelters were all killed by the scavengers, so what else do you play?

   Besides, he didn't look down on the two of them, Ji and Badger. The real main force was the ones who followed him to the north to fight the autumn wind.

  Hain breathed a sigh of relief.

   In order to stop the bear from hesitating, he decided to release another dose of savage.

   "Master Chief, in fact, you don't need to worry too much, we have a huge advantage here!"

   "When I entered the wetland park, I found that they were camping at the river on the northwest side to build a brick kiln. It is estimated that they planned to reinforce the bunker before the snow fell. This is exposing their inner fear and weakness!"

"You just have to march in the dark and attack their brick factory directly, and they will be in a mess! At that time, we only need to pursue the victory and chase their deserters into their camp, where the wealth and supplies will be What's in your pocket."

   said, Hein had an angry expression on his face.

   "And I was so vicious that I was avenging this arrow!"

   "Brick kiln?" Xiong touched his chin with interest, "How many people are there?"

   "At least a dozen people! Sixty percent are men caught from the shelter, and forty percent are their own!"

  The bear was overjoyed and patted the armrest of the chair.

"it is good!"

  Although I can’t say I completely trust this slave trader, the brick kiln is very easy to verify, and you can basically know it at a glance.

   After saying that, the bear immediately looked at the horse-faced man and commanded in a commanding tone.

   "You send a minion over, find a high point and look in the direction of Wetland Park. If you see a campfire and smoke rising from the river, come back and report to me immediately!"

  The horse-faced man with his chin headed.

"Yes!"

  …

   At the same time, by the river on the northwest side of the Wetland Park, Fang Chang and a few people set up shacks with plastic sheds and wooden sticks in the open space.

  This kind of shack is basically leaking from all directions. It’s definitely hard to live in it with arthritis, but they are reluctant to use better materials.

   After all, they're going to put powder kegs and wood tar in it later...

   "I don't think the manager expects us to burn bricks."

   While digging a cave on the **** of the river with a shovel, Ye Shiyi complained, "Otherwise, why would you give us such an exclusive task?"

  Old Bai is a doer, and he doesn't talk much when he does his work.

   "Stop beeping, hurry up and finish your work... Wait a minute, it's almost time for the task."

   "左..."

   "Speaking of Gu Feng, don't you have classes during the day?"

   "The PPT was sent to the teaching assistant."

   "Brilliant!"

   The first exclusive task that Niuma Brick Factory received was neither how many bricks to produce nor how many brick kilns were built per day, but to let them set traps in the camp.

   Does this sound like what a life pro gamer should do? ?

All right.

  Although they are not considered life professional players in the first place.

   (end of this chapter)