This Game Is Too Realistic

On the northern outskirts of Yongye Port, on the windward entrance that has been hit by wind and sand, there is a small alley called Heishui Lane. This is the slum of Yongye Port, where most of the residents are marginalized groups other than the Wilantes.

Among them are natives from the great desert, deportees from the legion's homeland, natives of the New World, and even Borneos.

The complex ethnic composition and sharp contradictions have created a mixed bag of good and bad here.

Although local gang members did not dare to brazenly fight under the eyes of the Willant people, vendettas and armed fights did occur from time to time, just like in West Sails Harbor after the Southern Legion took over.

The Weiland people don't care about the life and death of these scraps. They are just cheap and easy-to-use labor. Although they struggle on the line of life and death of poverty and food and clothing every year, they have never seen them die.

They are like weeds, they always come here for various reasons, and after the spring breeze blows, they sprout new shoots one after another.

So it's no wonder that the Southern Legion is dissatisfied with the civil service group in Triumph City. The Triumph City-style squeeze was too inefficient, even weak.

If those idiots in Triumph City could be like them and build a "mutual harm" society at the bottom, where flies and mice would beat each other to pieces over a piece of shit, and spit on each other over who was more smelly, Xifan The initial riots in Hong Kong were simply impossible.

Moreover, the people in the garrison are worthy of our hatred. The worst thing is to find a guard whom we know to be a favourite. My brothers haven't booked the whole hotel yet, everyone else here belongs to me.

Even if Daxin "died heroically", it would be over after eight days. ..

This group of little noses and elder brother Fang were able to beat the shit out of their heads in Borneo. Those guys actually managed to get through the customs with visas issued by Triumph City, and even went to a hotel to book a room.

That's a lot of money for these young guys, but it's still a lot for newcomers like us. "Enlightenment meeting, Martin, when he heard those two words, he didn't think of something."

It's because our eldest brother conquered that young man.

When I got there, my conversation suddenly changed again.

"The Horseshoe Tavern, right?"

Morse was tired of waiting. He held the dagger slightly hard, ready to show the dead dog some color. Following the captain, a guard swallowed and asked easily.

"It's actually us..."

If no locals were there, they would be scared to death by the scar.

Like the guy named [Talan Raider], the two of them are veteran players who qualified for closed testing in the early stages of the beta test. They have played for more than two years, and their levels are below level 30.

The comedian was amazed after hearing this.

Seeing the leader's "done it" look, Pickled Fish asked without any worry. This guy will definitely break if he is caught, and the Enlightenment Society will definitely find me on its own initiative. York, standing aside, muttered loudly.

"It's too early to say it's over. Whether it's too much or too little." There will be no workers dying of exhaustion on the docks of the Weiland people.

The main reason is that I am worried that the colored pen will mess up the task and blame it on me. In addition, Taran did not know that I was not the only one who received the mission. Taran's face turned red and he glared at me.

The tenth captain squinted his eyes and searched both sides of the street for a while. Just like Yongye Port.

"Shh... don't scream so miserable, you avoided his artery."

After walking to Nok's side and squatting down, Morse took the dagger from his brother's hand and slapped Nok's trembling face hard with the back of the knife.

After all, the dock with the most oil and water in our eyes does not serve this group of businessmen.

"Do I care if you just leave it like that?" Taran said with a blushing face.

"Young and old...you haven't passed this horseshoe-shaped signboard eight times." "...Brother, is he any good?"

But for the alliance, that matter cannot be used as a bargaining chip that can play a role in the internal game. perhaps.....

Considering that a small number of colonies of the Southern Legion are located on the edge of the small desert, the Alliance reasonably speculates that the Southern Legion should have reached some kind of agreement with the Enlightenment.

That 1,000 dinars was well spent.

"It's necessary to take care of it. What if I'm caught... Besides, it's a good thing for me to make some noise and come out. Looking for an enlightenment meeting outside the small desert is like looking for a needle in a haystack, but it's a Tathagata. To alert the enemy and let the other party know that you are looking for us, we are sure to take the initiative to look for you."

After participating in so little information and gathering so little wool, the investment of a mere 4,000 dinars was still a big deal for me.

I always feel like I’m involved in something that’s deserved…

This guy used technology from the Age of Prosperity to develop a virus called the "Death Agent." Fatty Liver, who had been talking all the time, frowned and said loudly in thought.

The guard looked solemn and immediately took the order.

Looking at the gold coin in my hand, the unshaven woman suddenly showed a surprised expression on her face, and then put it away with a smile. Even if you don’t have a visa from Triumph City, it’s still a bad thing!

"Ah, by the way, listen to what the guard said. We seem to have lost him at an intersection far away from there. I ask you not to look for him at that distance."

The pickled fish on the side also nodded, with a hopeful expression on his face.

Morse's shoulders shook slightly, and a pleasant smile appeared on his face.

Just like that, the group of guards, led by a captain of ten, chased them all the way from the dock to White Water Street in the north. Medical Miracle suddenly looked guilty.

Morse didn't answer. He thought about it silently for a while, then frowned and looked at the older brother. Pickled Fish: "Old calf!"

The eight players exchanged glances with each other, and Yamato in their eyes became weaker and weaker. There is no room for us until we retreat to the small desert.

As for the woman whom I respectfully call the youngest, her name is naturally "Nock", but the leader of the Hyena Gang, Morse.

The local gangs are better at finding people than the police. That's too much of a coincidence, right?

Taran felt a little happy when he heard this, but without any expression on his face, he calmly took out two seventy dinars.

[Desert Eagle] chuckled and put up the telescope in his hand.

It can be seen that our team leader has spent a lot of money on that mission!

It's such a small gesture to open your mouth. If it costs us 70,000 yuan, it's just like my reputation of "broken fingers"!

Putting the tip of his nose under the two gold coins and taking a deep breath, Morse's eyes slightly narrowed and the corners of his raised mouth gradually evoked a playful smile.

Thinking of that, I became more determined and immediately gave the order.

As for now, too few people would be a hindrance, and they might be targeted by the Weirant people. "Why did he tell you earlier!"

The elder brother had a frightened expression on his face and shrank his neck tremblingly. "yes!"

"Port garrison!"

Medical Miracle: "Tsk, that's the important point. You said burial. He thought he was treating the guests to the restaurant, and he politely sent them to the door." While saying this, I put my calloused palm under the handle of the dagger. , squinting his eyes slightly and moving closer.

There was a heartbreaking scream outside the room, and a dagger was inserted under my calf. Those blue gophers were indeed fine.

Why do I feel like I've recruited another group of valuable people to come back?

At that time, the elder brother nodded quickly and continued.

"Shut up, they, you think your Liyu is too eye-catching, don't you?"

When I said that, something moved in my heart, and I shouted as if I was remembering something. "......Shut up!"

"Young man, the Weillant people have issued a reward, saying that a few spies from the alliance have escaped from Whitewater Street... 1,000 dinars for the dead and 2,000 for the alive."

"Young man, who is inside?"

Yes, from a small-game perspective, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Morse's eyes narrowed.

Looking at York who was about to go out in a hurry, Yuan Yan forcefully pulled out the dagger inserted under Nok's calf and motioned to the elder brother next to him to bandage it.

"Those guys are far away. If we are still in the area far away on Whitewater Street... contact the local gang and offer a reward!" That is simply taking the "realism" of the game seriously!

"...That's just a deposit. If Yamato can bring me to you, the balance will be a hundred times that amount." York was stunned for a moment, and then threw away the saw in ecstasy.

It is certain that the mission is really that important.

"Repay the money?" Morse smiled faintly and said quickly, "York, open up his mind a little bit, will he be satisfied just by paying back the money?"

The poorest people in that port are not the merchants who go to sea.

4000 dinars?

"But you always think it's a bit too complicated... By chance, this Martin is in Yongye Port?" Taran breathed a sigh of relief and returned his attention to the streets on both sides of the alley.

York looked at Morse and said calmly.

As for this fool named Taran, it was a stone thrown by me.

We were about to catch up, but after turning a few corners, we found that we had seen him.

My face was black and blue, my eye sockets were sunken, my forehead bones were protruding, and I looked like a dying wild dog. Nok, who was dying and leaning against the wall, looked desperately at the madman behind him.

Angry Fatty Liver: "Okay, right? If you drive people into a small desert, does that make them predators?" "What does it mean to betray your teammates? That means to scare others away from grass and ask for directions. Learn from it!"

Finding clues is difficult.

Finding that no fish had slipped through the net, the garrison commander immediately ordered someone to chase him.

"My gut tells you that you can't get less from these guys... less, less, less."

The houses on Baishui Street were all built haphazardly. Not to mention the house numbers, some houses even had to find their doors for a while. We have never done business at a loss.

The pickled fish next to him glanced at the reliable group leader suspiciously and said hesitantly. No wonder I rushed to TO!

"This idiot has caused a lot of commotion. The whole Baishui Alley is in a state of agitation."

At this moment, the seven people did not know that at the same time as we turned back from the alley, several Wilant soldiers appeared in the place where we passed one after another.

The key figure is a guy named Martin, and our bad image also mentioned an organization called the Enlightenment Society. "... Do you want to do that job?"

"You stayed at the Oak Barrel Hotel in the port area those days. This eye-catching beer barrel is not a sign. If he goes to the hotel's waiter, tell him your name, Taran, and I will naturally bring him to see you."

Any information that is confirmed to be worthless can be exchanged for contribution points and silver coins, and as the investigation deepens, hidden tasks may be triggered by taking a step back.

Following the large piece of paper provided by [Key NPC], Taran followed the diagram and "very slowly" found the previous key NPC in the task chain - this mercenary named Nok.

York, who had a scar on his chest, had a stern look in his eyes and said with a sinister smile.

"Yes, they are a group of local people, and they seem to come from a very far away place... There is no smell of sea tide under our dinar."

After they collapse from exhaustion, we will be buried quietly in a place where no one can see us, with the regrets that suddenly dawn on us, amid the laughter of everyone.

We have seen both players’ routines and NPC routines.

Medical Miracle: "...Actually, the Wilantes are quite extreme. They actually allowed the sugarcane bagasse to rot in front of their homes, instead of burying them in a small desert."

"+1, you're not impressed either."

The teammate standing next to me looked at me and asked.

It is impossible for the Southern Army to find any evidence of spies from under us. As for the forged evidence, at least we can only deceive our own people.

Seeing the heart-rending screams gradually turning into gasping sobs, Morse smiled at the dead dog and reached out to cover my mouth heavily.

"There is a problem, but...how can I contact you before you find me?" For a special person, that is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Angry Fatty Liver: "Are you crazy?! Who will do the work for him?" It's up to me to overcome that difficulty.

Otherwise, it is really difficult to explain why the task was given to that scammer...

However, I am already the same person I was back then, and gambling and drugs have not yet drained my body.

Sure enough, something happened to these newbies not long before we left. With greed in his eyes, Morse paused for a moment and said with a smile. And it’s the kind of person who is willing to take the bait.

The elder brother was stunned for a moment, thinking hard for a moment before answering.

"Martin! Remember, you know that guy! You had a drink with me yesterday. The name of this pub just at the intersection is...what's the name?"

"We called you Nok, but we recognized your face... Guess we don't actually know the owner of that room." 4,000 dinars!

Horseshoe Tavern!

As I said that, I passed by York and walked out of the next door house.

The garrison planned to separately interrogate the group of suspected spies Lan Litou. However, when counting the number of people, they found that the number of people we captured was not the same as the number of people who boarded the ship.

As long as you can get the job done, it's all worth it.

I will definitely be cornered by a few villains in the future. "Boy, is it over then?"

Although there are not many newbies outside my corps, I am a newbie, but my presence outside the server is relatively high. Taran smiled lightly and said quickly.

The captain who led the team had a bright face and cursed in the face of the smelly street.

Looking at the woman leaning against the door of the big house, her chin covered with stubble, [Talan Raider] vividly confessed what he was doing there and who he was looking for, focusing on a sincere .

I really think it's awesome.

There are only eight of us in the entire ship who are over level 30 players.

My consciousness was on the verge of fainting, and I didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

The Desert Eagle shrugged, taking it for granted.

The work done by the people in Weiland is particularly reliable. We say that we pay less, not more, and we have never failed to pay. "Young man...you know us?"

For example, Baishui Lane.

As the best among the dawdling players, although we are like these T1 and T2 guys who are stirring up the whole wasteland world, we have rarely seen all kinds of tricks to cut leeks.

Nok, who opened and closed his mouth, shrank forward in fear, his head pressed against the wall, his eyes fixed on the dagger inserted under his leg, like a pig leaving the slaughterhouse.

"He said yes, Yamato."

Before listening to my narration, the NPC "Nok" standing at the door touched his unshaven chin and said thoughtfully.

Now that this guy named Martin is at the port, everything is less bad.

"It's not so much knowing, but it's as if we were at our door just now." Morse had a strange expression on his face.

It is said that the unlucky guy will become a "powerful" figure in the market in the future. He once worked as a sailor for a small wealthy man in a triumphal city, and the settlements he visited could fill a thick book.

"Indeed..." Medical Miracle touched his chin, "If the task really wasn't that complicated, wouldn't anyone be able to do it?" Then go after us! "

Watching the figures disappear from the alley, the woman named Nok turned back to the house and slammed the rusty iron door shut.

Taran smiled faintly, with a confident expression on his face.

Admiring this shocked face, Taran smiled slightly, threw two heavy gold coins into my hands, and patted my greasy shoulder.

Walking in the "garbage treatment plant", several players were whispering loudly, exchanging words that might get them beaten if the locals understood them.

"Old boy...what should we do now?"

"By this time, you said you will be able to follow the clues and find some clues." No matter how you think, it is the fault of those group members!

The next thing to do is not to wait patiently for the flowers to bloom.

The two old players standing on the top of the building are not sure yet. As long as they are over level 30, they cannot trigger the task of investigating the enlightenment meeting.

Morse didn't care about what this organization was, he only cared about how much money he could get. The blade has completely receded.

These newbies disembarked with electronic passports issued by the Adhesive Community. In other words, our legal status was denied by Triumph City.

It was precisely because of this that we simply ignored this guy’s deception and left the team as soon as we landed.

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Just like the mother nest of Baiyue Province, no one has completed the tasks released last year this year.

The few Wilante guards following me all looked as if they were facing a small enemy. Their eyes looked around the seven-week white alley, and there were no closed doors and windows.

Upon hearing that name, Morse's face showed a surprised expression at first, and then his eyes quickly narrowed. Whether we are Valeantians or not, there is always the possibility that we will be buried in the same place as the victors of the Valeant race.

In fact, the mission briefing made it very clear that the Alliance's Guards Corps did not confirm that the Enlightenment Society was involved in the war in Borneo. They only heard that a researcher with the identity of a refuge resident appeared in the Southern Army.

Why should we run away if there is a problem?

The fearful look in his eyes was like seeing a demon, and Nox shook his head tremblingly. Listening to Morse talking casually, York had a surprised expression on his face.

Things are getting boring...

However, Sha Diao was not satisfied with my statement and refuted it with a click of his tongue.

"What about the reward information? Is there any other information? For example...about the characteristics of these spies, the location of the last sightings, etc."

The moment I closed the door, the dim smile disappeared from my face, and a fierce light shone out from my two small soybean eyes.

Yamato people see risks, but I see golden dinars.

My name is York, nicknamed "Doctor", because my usual job is not to see doctors, but to collect debts on Whitewater Street with a group of hyena gang members.

"...The people in the guard team didn't say it clearly. They just asked you to pay attention to the face of the stranger."

"Martin...that name doesn't sound familiar to you. He woke up after a while. What if he comes back in a few days?"

"I asked him what he was looking for for a long time, and you told him not to ask and follow him. How the hell do you think he knew where he was going... He should have told me if he was lost."

"How the hell can he finish his sentence in one sentence, don't act like he's squeezing out toothpaste." York slapped the big brother's head hard and cursed.

As early as when the group of blue gophers got on the pier, the garrison stationed far away from the pier was eyeing us and caught a group of them at the door of the hotel.

Seeing that the scammers were looking up to her, Taran rolled his eyes. Pickled Fish: "She can also be the mother of goblins."

The Zengou Gang spent one thousand dinars to acquire the good deal, so naturally they might be satisfied with just getting back seventy dinars. The gang members on Whitewater Street called me "Broken Finger."

Before explaining the things that needed attention, Taran turned around and left with his eight eldest brothers. The elder brother replied immediately.

Taran's eyes searched along the street for a while, and his eyes slowly began to light up. Listening to the conversations of the eight people with cerebral palsy in front of him, the Taran Raider's head was covered with white lines.

"Does he know a guy named Martin?"

To be honest, our group of individual players are all stones thrown by the villain managers. "Maybe that will help him remember something."

The Enlightenment, Martin...even involved Alliance spies.

"The intersection in the distance...the intersection of the main road? Next to the Horseshoe Tavern."

At the same time when all the gang members in White Water Lane were agitated, two women were looking at the direction of White Water Lane with binoculars on the roof of an abandoned factory building far away from Nok's house.

"That's it..."

Pickled Fish: "+1, he is not too extreme."

"The Horseshoe Tavern... there are eight facades from the left. Go back out of the main alley and turn left. You've found it! It's not there. Follow you!" A bald man in a vest was carrying a rusty saw. He turned out of the next room and looked at "Nok" who returned outside the house and asked.

However, precisely because of the ultra-low degree of freedom, the difficulty of the task ahead must be great. That's very much like what the Enlightenment would do.

As expected, the woman named Nok had a greedy expression on her face and took the gold coin back. "It's a great criticism... That wave of selling out teammates is truly a great criticism."

Getting lost was just a major episode during the journey and did not affect the performance of the Desert Corps' mission. After hearing the plan of the idiot, [Junichiro Xiaokawa] couldn't help but give a thumbs up. Hearing the words of their youngest, the eight players finally stopped for a while.

However, it is a pity that luck is good. I turned to be a mercenary but I did not get rid of the bad gambling habit I picked up when I was a sailor. I also got into the "snake grass" smuggled from Snake State to Yongye Port, and I owe a lot of money. A debt of nearly twenty thousand dinars.

Hearing the small gesture promised by the group leader, the eight brothers following me took a deep breath. "The reward...where did it come from?"

"After last time, that's for sure... The worst he can do is wait until Yamato to answer your question."

"But maybe we can't pay back the dead dog."

Even if converted into silver coins at the worst exchange rate, it would cost 800 silver coins! Angry Fatty Liver: "....."

Is there any yin and yang meaning?

Anyway, those who were detained were "clones", and they were risking the lives of citizens.

Although the Southern Army and the Alliance have not declared war on each other, the two sides have not yet come to their senses in Borneo. At that time, people from the Alliance suddenly appeared under the territory of the Southern Army. How could they be targeted?

The address under the note was also written in an abstract manner, and even when asking for directions, a few people could understand it. "Damn, I lost you!"

Seeing the excitement on my face, the medical miracle next to me couldn't help but remind me. Although Baishui Lane can be considered the boundary of Yongye Port, especially the Weiland people will not come there at all. This man had a centipede-like scar tattooed under his collar, which looked very ferocious.

"Yes, yes, right next to this tavern... It seems we haven't caught a batch yet. It's in front of a hotel called Oak Barrel in the port area."

I saw a thin woman sitting in the corner.

If you think about it carelessly, the bad image will be the same in the future. My Desert Corps has never recruited abnormal people. "He knows what I look like, so you go with him."

At that moment, an older brother walked back from inside and spoke in a higher voice.

The main reason why I called it that was because almost half of the gamblers on Baishui Street had left their fingers on me. Taran said angrily.

"Yes, yes...yes-ahhhh!!!"

In order to make my team look like we were on an outing, I specially brought only eight close friends I had just met. As for the other eighty new members, I arranged for them to book a room in a hotel.

There is very little freedom in that task.

Everything goes smoothly like the ancestral toilet of "Cup Club". "That's called money ability, they know nothing about it."

That guy is the real Nock.