This Game Is Too Realistic

"You mean...a new survivor stronghold appeared out of thin air in Linghu Wetland Park? Right under our noses?"

The flame in the brazier flickered on and off.

The man as strong as a bear sat on the human leather chair, his chin resting lazily on his slightly clenched right fist, expressionlessly looking down at the servants at the foot of the steps, after listening to the report.

His name is "Bear", and just like the tangled muscles on his body, every cell in his body seems to be born for violence.

Most raiders of the Bloodhand clan have no names, except for the clan leader, or the captain of ten who is named by the leader.

According to the tradition inherited from the last century, the leader of the Blood Hand clan often has only one character in his name.

For example, his last name was "Snake", and his eyes were pecked out by an "eagle" and he was thrown into the subway and allowed to be eaten by the gnawers.

Later, the "Eagle" was torn apart by the "Bear", its neck was crushed, and it was hung on a street lamp and lit with oil.

By now the body was gone, leaving only the ugly head which he used to cushion the brazier.

The law of the jungle is followed here, and the strong is the king.

And he is undoubtedly the strongest.

At the same time, he is also the most vicious one!

The man kneeling at the foot of the steps did not dare to raise his head and whispered in a low voice.

"The livestock people were delayed for a while while preparing the tributes that they presented to you. It was already dusk when we set off again. There are strange species foraging in the city. We were afraid of damaging the tributes that the livestock people presented to you, so we took the road by Linghu Lake."

"I thought the place would be inaccessible, but I didn't expect to find traces of people there as soon as I entered. My partner and I searched all the way, and finally found a hidden settlement in a forest."

"how many people?"

The man's forehead was pressed against the floor tile.

"No more than thirty people!"

Hearing this number, there was a trace of contempt in Xiong's eyes, and his face was not very interested.

Only thirty people.

Excluding the old and weak female dependents, half of this number of adult men who can become combatants is already pretty good.

This kind of survivor stronghold usually has little oil or water.

In other words, they are not even qualified to be livestock.

Waiting for a good day to send some young people over, slaughter all the young and old, and capture both men and women as slaves. In the winter, when the roads are blocked by heavy snow and it’s impossible to go out, it’s time to have some fun behind closed doors.

If there is less meat, you can still kill some for cooking.

"Where are the tributes."

"Delivered to your room!"

A smile finally appeared on the bear's impatient face.

That smile made people shudder, and even the flames in the basin were a little blurry.

"Very well, please step back."

the man asked quickly.

"That stronghold by Linghu Lake..."

The bear waved his hand impatiently.

"We'll talk about it when I wake up tomorrow."

"yes……"

The kowtowing man responded submissively, smiling bitterly in his heart but not daring to complain.

When you wake up...

I'm afraid it will be around this time tomorrow.

…

early morning.

On the street not far from Beit Street, Liszt, who ordered the caravan to stop and wait, glanced at the mechanical watch on his left hand.

This is a gadget he bought recently.

Through the transparent case, you can see multiple gold and silver hands, as well as uniformly rotating gears below the hands.

Not only time, this watch also integrates a series of functions such as compass, speedometer, Geiger counter, etc... Although most people who can afford such "luxury goods" cannot use them.

Liszt couldn't help but daydream in his heart.

Maybe it won't be long before I can get a ticket to the upper class society of Boulder City?

He has long been tired of the business of trade, especially as the activities of predators, mutants, and aliens have become more and more frequent in recent years, and he has to spend more money on bodyguards and insurance.

Plus you have to deal with these country people.

Maybe I should learn from the big shots in the inner city, leave the business to the lower class, and use the free time to improve my taste.

There is a saying that goes...

right!

Class crossing!

"Didn't anyone teach these natives the concept of punctuality?"

Two minutes have passed since the agreed time.

But the man didn't show up with what he needed.

Liszt couldn't help but think in his heart that maybe he was already dead. After all, mutated leeches were not something that was easy to deal with.

At this time, a figure appeared on the street corner.

"Chu Guang asked me to come. He said he had an agreement with you to sell you some blue mushrooms."

Yu Hu walked out from the corner of the street and showed his hands, indicating that he was unarmed and not hostile.

Chu Guang had told him before that if he saw "Mr. Li's caravan" appearing on Beit Street, he would tell him these words and then take him to Linghu Wetland Park.

If the other person refuses, forget it.

Liszt's eyes narrowed.

"Where are the others?"

"He can't come here," Yu Hu shook his head. "He has left Beit Street and now lives with his companions."

Lister took about three seconds to weigh the risks and rewards.

Twenty kilograms of blue mushrooms were worth the risk.

"lead the way."

Yu Hu nodded cautiously.

"Please come with me."

…

The average temperature outside the shelter has dropped to 13 degrees today, which is still a bit uncomfortable for the humid south.

The whooshing cold wind has made people unable to help but get goosebumps.

The shelter’s jacket is made from a special adaptive thermally conductive material that feels like rubber but is as light and soft as synthetic fiber. In the range of 5 to 35 degrees, the performance of the material itself can be used to achieve heat insulation at low temperatures and heat conduction at high temperatures.

So this is why some people are still alive and kicking even in the cold wind, while some lizards are so frozen that they have bad internet connections.

"Sure enough, this game is still not very realistic," Ye Shi sighed softly, looking at the sky and said, "I'm from the south. It's windy at this temperature, so I won't feel like this at all."

"Try to take off your clothes!" Mr. Junk was shivering from the cold. He was currently wrapped in a thick deerskin coat and kept jumping around to warm himself up.

Ye Shi glanced at him as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Why should I do this?"

Junk: "%ap; @!"

Although the weather is getting colder, today is still a happy day for the cow and horse team.

Just before they went offline yesterday, their total deposits had reached 200 silver coins, enough money to buy the land.

As for why it wasn’t online during the day?

On the one hand, Feng Feng and Lao Bai have to work during the day and only have time to play games at night. Another reason is that according to Fang Chang's analysis, when the server goes online during the day, it is nighttime, and there is no way to go out hunting. It is better to stay offline and save the character's "energy" in the server during the day.

During the day, it is the home court of hunter players!

"Dear Manager, we want to buy a piece of land."

Arriving in front of the manager, Fang Chang said respectfully while offering the silver coins that he and his teammates had earned over several days with both hands.

"This is 200 silver coins. My teammates and I have a total of 20 square meters."

The players watching nearby cast envious glances at Fang Chang.

200 silver coins!

That’s enough to buy two guns!

Reaching out and taking the money bag from Fang Chang's hand, Chu Guang nodded, then took out a small notebook and handed it to Fang Chang, speaking in a businesslike tone.

"The plots purchased by individuals must be adjacent, the length and width must not differ by three times, and the shape must be square and regular. The plots purchased by groups can be combined for calculation. In addition, care must be taken during renovation and construction to not harm the facilities in the base or affect other residents."

Normal people wouldn't circle weird shapes, but players can't think like normal people after all. Setting the rules in more detail will also save time for themselves.

He will teach this to Xiao Qi later.

After all, it’s troublesome to have to tell yourself every time.

"Can any location be used?" If possible, Fang Chang would like to buy it directly at the front door and connect it to the only exit of the resurrection point.

Chu Guang said.

"Only within the planning scope."

The main road leading from the sanatorium to the four gates is used for roads, and the open space at the main entrance of the sanatorium is also marked as a square... These are all written in a small book.

Fang Chang took the book and looked at it. Although he had expected it, he still felt a little regretful.

Sure enough, freedom is a relative concept, especially in online games. It is impossible for the game team to allow players to take advantage of loopholes. After all, there is not just one person playing in a server.

Even if someone takes advantage of the loophole, it can be fixed as a bug.

Why.

I really want to play the stand-alone version of Wasteland OL.

It must be so cool!

After some selection, the cattle and horse team finally chose a 30-square-meter piece of land closest to the main entrance of the nursing home.

As for why it was 30 square meters, it was because Mr. Garbage Man and Brother Mosquito also joined in just now.

In fact, Mr. Garbage couldn't afford 50 silver coins originally, but Brother Mosquito lent him 40 silver coins, which was just enough, counting the only 10 silver coins he had.

Mr. Garbage said with a moved expression.

"Dude! Thanks a lot!"

"You're welcome, one month's interest is 2 silver coins."

"Gan! There is still interest?!"

"Otherwise?" Brother Mosquito glanced at him sideways and chuckled, "I only charge you 5 cents of interest a month, which is enough. Just take it as a mortgage."

Junk Jun: "MMP!"

Brother Mosquito: "What did you say?"

Trash Guy: "I said you are the MVP!"

Is this guy really selling furniture?

He also knows how to make gunpowder, bows and crossbows, and he also lends money at usury...

Chu Guang looked strange when he heard this. He always felt that this person was being tortured, but it was difficult to say anything.

No matter what he does in "reality".

Anyway, I am just an NPC with no emotions.

"Master Manager!"

"Are you here to buy land too?" Chu Guang asked, looking at the player in front of him.

"Well, I want to buy it, but I haven't saved enough money and contribution yet," the player scratched his head in embarrassment, then remembered the purpose of his visit, and said quickly, "A lot of people came from the south of the sanatorium, ten of them. Looks like this!"

Chu Guang was slightly stunned.

"so many people?"

And it comes from the south.

Could it be...

"There are more than twenty cows! There are a lot of things on the cows' backs!"

Before the player could finish his words, Chu Guang immediately picked out 5 copper coins from his money bag and threw it into his hand.

"Go to the warehouse to pick up twenty kilograms of blue mushrooms and take them to the south gate to wait for me."

The player happily accepted the reward and respectfully accepted the task.

"Follow your orders! Manager!"