This Game Is Too Realistic

After disembarking from the submarine, Muda took his two subordinates back to the speedboat and headed back towards the roundabout.

They had been at Chip Harbor for too long, and not returning to take another shift might arouse suspicion among others.

And before the shift, he had to talk to the brothers on the next shift to make some appropriate adjustments to the scope of the patrol area.

He couldn't arrange such a big thing in one day. He needed enough time to do ideological work for his subordinates.

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

"Sir..." "What's wrong?"

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

This isn't just his concern.

The patrol brother 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 a little hesitant, but this time Mu Da looked back at him with much firmer eyes.

"The real enemies are those who drag us into the abyss of eternal destruction for their own ambitions. They are definitely not those who would rather risk their lives to pull us out of the abyss. They and those who come from Haiyia Province Unlike other believers, they really intend to end the wasteland on this planet. Perhaps 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 in the future."

The two sailors exchanged glances with each other. Although their eyes were still full of confusion and confusion about the future, they felt slightly better.

Regardless of whether this is a betrayal or not, they are already on this pirate ship.

We can only keep sailing this ship...

I don’t know who changed the topic first, but the other person picked up the conversation tacitly and talked about something else in a relaxed mood.

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

"I saw barbecue and beer...and that golden thing seems to be the French fries they were talking about?"

"Damn... you eat better than I do." The sailor sailing the boat smacked his lips in envy, feeling like the gluttons in his stomach were aroused.

With so many things going on, he had already worked overtime all night, and now he just felt hungry and sleepy.

Mu Da, who was 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 coins?"

"Aren't they planning to do business with the settlement on the ring island? How about exchanging federal currency with them then?"

"good idea!"

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

No one noticed that the Federation of Islands, which was united by conspiracy, had quietly developed a crack...

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

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

Murderous Dagger: "I'm telling you! That submarine is awesome! It's more than two hundred meters long, and it's just an underwater aircraft carrier."

Debt-eyed: "What the fuck?! Is it really possible?!"

The boy at the construction site and Brick: "The sun is shining in the west, and Ah Wei didn't brag?!"

Tails: "gioo! Don't add random settings to me, since when did I start bragging! (ノ『Д)ノ"

Ye Shi: "I'm shocked, when did Brother Guang become so generous!"

The French Fries Port is currently not connected to the Internet, and the photos taken cannot be sent back to the shelter in real time, so there is no way to synchronize them to the official website.

Fortunately, technology is now advanced. According to the three words described by players who have seen the world, the wealthy man who has affairs with women can

In two languages, I refined the key points and sent them to the AI ​​drawing software. After continuous training, I directly adjusted and released a CG picture like that.

Looking at the few fake CGs generated by AI, everyone was feasted in advance, but soon new controversies emerged.

Master Zhang from the shipyard: "Wait a minute, you said this thing can dive?!"

Drinking foot-washing water: "That's nonsense!"

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

Carrying an umbrella but not a knife at midnight: "Brothers are stunned, this is a game!"

Hungry force: "Hey, you can accept a 500-meter-long iron airship, but what can't you accept with a 200-meter-long submarine?"

Bowing to the hungry forces: "That's right! You can even weld a starship that is thousands of kilometers long, but you can't weld a two-hundred-meter submarine?"

Ward's athlete's foot, Levin: "Hey... Let's talk about it, maybe it's really possible! Isn't the Tianting near the entrance of Vault 70? Eighty percent of their welding technology was recycled from the Tianting space station of!"

Ya'er, I want to go to the toilet and asked: "Oh my god...thinking about it this way, Vault 70 is such a stupid start!"

Keep your voice down and I'll say, "How the hell do you play a good hand like this?!"

Thinking about the fact that other people's shelters would give away scientific research points and population when they opened the door, and then thinking about being hammered by predators and god-changers as soon as they showed up, all the A-test players burst into tears and sighed.

At that time, it was true that even a fire stick could be used as a magical weapon, unlike now where you can even buy a Gauss sniper rifle with money.

To be honest, it was not just the A-test players who were feeling sad, but even Chu Guang, who was sitting in the shelter and looking at the screen, was filled with emotion.

Strictly speaking, these A-test players all came out later. He was the first one to crawl out of Vault 404.

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 that chases his butt and bites him.

Fortunately, the survivors on Beit Street were pretty good to him, and Xiaoyu's family especially took good care of him. Otherwise, it's hard to say whether there would have been so many things later.

"It is truly a talent to be able to play such a good set of cards like this." Looking at the map of the southern sea area, Chu Guang also felt a sense of emotion in his heart.

Although he was not present at the scene, he could roughly understand the whole story based on the extensive chats among the players on the forum and the overall binding done by Xiaoqi for him.

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

Their advantage is probably that they are not as arrogant and luxurious as the nobles in the inner city of Boulder City, and most of them are elite-educated senior engineers and experts, with knowledge, experience, lofty ideals and vision that far exceed that of ordinary wastelanders.

As for the disadvantage, 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 now, both Huang Guangwei and Captain Chen believe that things developed like this because of the stupidity of the survivors in the southern seas, not because of their lack of true communication.

As long as in the past century, they were willing to put aside their lofty ideals of enlightenment and give a little power to the ordinary survivors who have grown up, they would not have a "federal" 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 separated 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 legs leisurely, resting her chin with her hands, watching Chu Guang's profile, and suddenly spoke 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 just take over it and leave it to the players to do it 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 unable to leave. It is the best choice to leave it to them."

"What's more, I hope they can spontaneously change this wasteland and stimulate players' creativity and enthusiasm to the maximum extent. If they can resolve the crisis in the southern seas with their own strength and unite the survivors there, this will be better than It doesn’t matter how many expansion packs I send.”

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

Of course, he didn't leave all the work to the players.

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

Not only the ongoing new community meeting, but also the recent series of cooperation that the alliance is carrying out with the Hump Kingdom and so on.

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

Negotiations with the embassy in Silver Moon Bay have been completed, and the embassy staff and a group of player-specific sleep cabins are already on their way to Oasis No. 4.

As the save points extend outward along the alliance's railways, more and more players will appear on the route from Auroville City to Port Fries.

Most of the gaming behaviors of these players will have a positive effect on the development of Chip Port.

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

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While players are talking about the Dolphin nuclear submarine and the suspected upcoming new version, the distant Silver Moon Bay is also bustling at the moment.

The morning bell has just rung, and seagulls are already hovering on the chimneys and masts of the steam sailboat.

The boilerman carrying the shovel yawned and walked onto the deck. The stevedores with towels on their shoulders were unloading boxes of goods from barges of different shapes and styles, handing them over to ground crews and transporting them to the seaport. The reservoir area or the trade market one kilometer away.

There are all kinds of goods here, including precious wood and splendid silks, spices with strange smells, boxes and bundles of gold and silver treasures, or secret treasures left over from the Age of Prosperity.

As the port with the largest cargo-carrying capacity in the entire Luoxia Province, and even in 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 cargo here.

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

Whether it is the stevedores on the dock, the pedestrians walking on the nearby streets, or the vendors shouting and selling in the market, everyone is striving for a louder jingle of the few coins in their pockets. gained strength.

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

For example, Mogavi, who had just made a fortune, got drunk in the tavern early in the morning and boasted to the drunkards who had also been hungover all night.

"You guys who have never been to the sea in your life will never imagine how amazing the situation is there! Boxes and bundles of gold are spread out on the beach with no one to pick them up. The price of an assault rifle can be exchanged for one A priceless blood mink skin!"

Listening to the dry and hoarse noise, the drunkard sitting at the table next to him took a sip of alcohol mixed with water and joked with a smile.

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

"that is!"

Another drunkard also took over the conversation and said with a smile.

"I have five shops at the port of Silver Moon Bay, all of which are rented to merchants from the Alliance. The rent they pay me every month has to be packed in sacks. I can sit here and drink all day without worrying about running out of money. .”

"Like you, man, I raise thousands of cows and 10,000 pigs on the farm in Oasis No. 9. I can make as much money as those blue coats can eat."

Mogavi stared at those guys with straight eyes.

Good guy!

Better than me!

The boss sitting behind the bar couldn't stand it anymore. He slapped the cleaned glass on the table and couldn't help but say.

"Since you are so rich, you might as well buy the order, my place will be closed in two hours."

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

"Now that we're all so familiar, it's still the old rule. Let's keep the accounts first--"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the boss's eyes.

"Don't even think about it! You already owe me 11 golden camels. If you don't pay the bill today, I will sell you to the dock to work as a coolie to pay off the debt!"

The drunkard's face suddenly twisted into a bitter melon, and he begged.

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

Looking at the wailing drunkards, Mogave stretched out his index finger and pinched the center of his brow, then punched the table hard.

"Damn... so unlucky!"

These poor guys!

A gold mine full of gold.

The reason why he advertises to those people so hard is certainly not out of any good intention to help others, or to repay the kindness of those generous people, but simply to attract investment for his next business.

The port is right on the edge of the Baiyue Strait. Even if he doesn'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 were paid to do things to keep any secrets for him. After all, he didn't share the money he earned with them.

Maybe over a drink, those guys sold out all the secrets of their fortune.

Since that French fries port will be discovered sooner or later. Before others trample the threshold of that port, it is a smart person's approach to use the time difference and information gap to expand the business as much as possible.

To do this, the small amount of funds he has is obviously not enough. He needs to recruit some stupid people and rich people to join him.

It would be best if a prince or noble took a fancy to his business and threw him a large sum of money to directly buy a fleet, or even simply lent him the Wangtang's fleet to haul goods.

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

It's a pity that his business has just started. Although the goods can please the princes and nobles, he is not qualified to appear at their banquets without any identity. He can only come to the tavern near the port. Try your luck.

Just when Mogavi was shaking his head and about to buy the order and leave, two men in black robes walked in from outside the tavern.

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

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

The leader didn't speak, he just glanced around at the drunkard sitting here drinking, and then the light stopped on Mogavi's face.

The two exchanged glances, and one of them walked towards the door, while 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 shocked and quickly accepted the money and put the change for fog on the iron tray.

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

From the moment the two people entered the door, Mogavi had been quietly observing them.

Especially when he saw the man taking out a hundred-dollar bill and happily paying for him, and walking towards him without even looking at the change, his heart was beating so fast that he almost couldn't. It jumped to Noise Eye.

Good guy!

No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to find it, and it won't take any effort at all!

This guy is stupid

The large number of financial backers can be regarded as allowing him to wait!

Looking at the man in black robe who stopped in front of him, Mogavi cleared his throat and pushed his gun away, stood up, and extended his right hand in a friendly manner.

"What is the name of this boss?"

The man in black robe looked at him expressionlessly. She took the hand he extended and shook it, then let go and said.

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

Mogavi was stunned.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of me was not the real owner, but a hired servant. But it was after he discovered this that the eagerness in his eyes not only did not diminish, but became even stronger.

"Who is your boss?"

The man named Singer continued to read in a calm tone.

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

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

The group of people left the tavern and walked south along the bustling streets for a while, passing by luxurious hotels several times. Everyone in Moga thought they had arrived, but they saw that the two of them had no intention of stopping.

Especially when one of them slowed down and walked behind him, he couldn't help but feel a touch of alarm in his heart.

But in the end he suppressed the doubts in his mind.

After all, this is the territory of Silver Moon City. Even if the security here cannot be said to be excellent, fights on the street are still very rare.

Moreover, the two of them don't have the temperament of gangsters, but more like retainers of a noble family. He often interacts with royal servants and is very confident in his vision of people.

After walking for about half an hour, the group arrived at a corner of the port area from the bustling market.

Two warships flying the double-sword flag were parked at the edge of the pier, and a dozen muscular men stood there, carrying Ripper rifles on their backs.

This entire dock seems to be contracted by these two warships. Other ships stay away from this side, and even the dock workers and patrol police do not come here.

At this moment, Mogavi finally panicked.

Glancing at the person following him, he then turned to Singer who was walking in front and asked with a trembling voice with a hint of fear.

"Who are you, your boss?!"

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

"Lord Achim is on the boat in front. Come on up and talk."

Hearing this, Mogawei's heart suddenly fell from the point of noisy to the bottom. He complained in his heart that he had no choice, and only regretted that he had been blinded by benefits.

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

Not only that, but the dozen soldiers carrying rifles near the dock were also staring at his face.

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 there without moving, the man named Singer politely reminded him with a hint of impatience.

"Mr. Mogawe, please come aboard."

"yes……"

Being stared at by that sharp gaze, Mogawei gave a bitter smile and could only step forward with his lead-filled legs and walk towards the flagship gangway.

These guys are from the Xilan Empire.

These people are famous throughout Silver Moon Bay for their unreasonableness. Even the governor of Silver Moon Port and the city lord of Silver Moon City have nothing to do with these guys. They can only hope that the protection of the Alliance can make these people Help the guy restrain himself.

Mogawi never expected that he, who was doing business honestly, would provoke these plague gods, let alone that they would kidnap people directly from the downtown area without following the rules!

certainly.

He also admitted that part of the reason for this was himself. If it weren't for greed, if it wasn't for being numbed by alcohol,

Brain, there was no way he would fall for such an obvious trick.

After some hesitation, Mogavi finally boarded the deck and saw Captain Achim in a luxuriously decorated captain's room.

The bearded man raised his nostrils slightly, looked at him like he was interrogating a prisoner, and spoke casually.

"Have you ever been to French Fries Port?"

Mogawei didn't dare to hide it and nodded nervously.

"...Yes, sir, I just came back from there."

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

Mogave felt a chill running down his spine, and when he was about to ask the adult in front of him if he had any advice, Captain Achim spoke slowly.

"I need you to do something for me."

That was the tone of command.

There was obviously no intention to negotiate.

Mogavi, 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 speaking slowly.

"I will give you two cargo ships. You take them to French Fries Port. All you need to do is make them dock successfully at the port. Leave the rest to us. It's that simple."

Mogavi asked tremblingly.

"Those two ships... what are the cargos they are hauling?"

Achim looked at him expressionlessly and said.

"you do not need to know."

Having probably guessed what might be on board, Mogavi swallowed, tried to cooperate, smiled, and nodded flatteringly.

"Okay! It's no problem, sir! I'm very familiar with the guys at the French Fries Port. No matter what cargo you want to haul there, it's no problem... But this journey is not short. Can I go back and pack my luggage before departure?" ?」

He swore.

As long as he returns to the downtown area, he will definitely run away without saying a word. I think the embassy in Lianbi will be very interested in this information, and maybe even 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 go down?"

Looking at that sneer, Mogavi felt a chill on his back, and a smile that looked much better than crying immediately appeared on his face.

"I...I can't go down anymore. Dear sir, when will we set off?"

Just now, two ships are already waiting on the Borneo Sea. I will give you a ride myself. "Achim took out the diamond-encrusted pocket watch, took a look at it, and threw it into the drawer.

Suddenly, he noticed the smile that was uglier than crying on the little businessman's face. His eyes moved slightly, he walked forward with a smile, made a friendly appearance and patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"Don't worry, we are 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."

Mogawei looked at the confident guy in front of him dumbfounded, thanking him profusely, but he was already scolding him in his heart.

These short-lived ghosts!

Not only was he tired of living, but he even wanted to drag 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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