This Game Is Too Realistic

The angry voice echoed in the spacious hollow, and even the sea water rippling on the edge of the square was rippled in circles.

The crew members of the Glory standing on the concrete ground stopped involuntarily and were at a loss for a moment.

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit stiff.

Or embarrassing.

Especially for the few "outsiders" from Vault 404, Sesame paste looked at Sisi not knowing what to do. His tail, which had nowhere to put his hands, was already quietly playing with the fleshy chest hair.

Sisi looked at the door of the shelter, looked at Sesame Paste who was looking at him inquiringly, and shook his head.

"There is no terminal."

"Ah this..."

There was also a headache expression on Sesame Paste's face.

But this is quite reasonable.

After all, according to Captain Chen, this was the earliest project entrance to Shelter 70, and was reserved as a backup entrance after completion. Maybe the giant gear door was installed last.

Since it is similar to an escape tunnel, it is not used at all, let alone opened from the outside. The terminals that are not installed to connect to the shelter's security system are also being cleaned up.

"...It might be better to leave this kind of matter to them themselves." Rourou, who had two pigtails tied on his belly, added a low voice.

She is agile.

When she first landed, she saw that the door had no place to enter the password.

"I also think so."

Sisi nodded, cast his gaze not far away, and said meaningfully, "If the shelter authority could solve all problems, the problems would not have happened in the first place."

She had been fortunate enough to come into contact with the authority of a shelter, and that was when she was in Vault 79.

It is precisely because of this that she is different from most players who have never come into contact with the key. She knows very well that it is not a universal wishing machine. If used in inappropriate situations, it will mess things up.

Perhaps it was for the same reason that the manager gave this key to her who had used the "Manager Privilege Experience Card".

Facing the huge closed door, Dongwen was silent for a while, then sighed softly and said.

"...You are right, we are indeed not worthy of accepting your help."

As soon as he finished speaking, noisy roars poured out from the radio.

"Stop with that hypocritical introspection! Do you think we will believe it?"

"Ungrateful guy!"

"Go back to where you came from!"

"Even though you guys have finished fighting, it's best to demolish that coral city. We'll come out after you're all dead!"

"Don't miss us in the future. We don't deserve it. Thank you!"

The crew lowered their heads and looked at the Dolphin submarine silently. They wanted to go back, but then they remembered that this submarine was technically part of Shelter 70.

Listening to the continuously noisy radio, Chen Jianhong walked to one side of the cave and groped on the wall for a while with a flashlight.

After a moment, he seemed to have found what he was looking for, stopped groping, and shouted at the noisy radio.

"enough!"

The square fell silent for a while.

The people in the broadcast room were obviously stunned, as if they did not expect Captain Chen to have an attack on them.

"...You still want to make the compatriots in Vault 404 laugh. I have no objection, but please look down at the coat you are wearing, and then ask it what our fathers said when they entered the shelter. What?"

The square seemed to fall into silence.

No one responded.

However, Chen Jianhong had no intention of waiting for them to answer. He just cleared his throat and read out the words covered with dust on the wall word for word.

"...Thank you for your trust and sacrifice. You are the greatest contributors to our civilization!"

"I will be grateful and carry the shame of today with your memory as I continue to move forward."

"We will always remember the suffering you are enduring at this moment! I hereby swear that your children will live in a brave new world in the future! It will be a new era that is more united than the era of prosperity, and it will be more united than in the history of our civilization. Be great in all your moments!”

"...I'm sorry, we can't take everyone away, but this is the only option for all of us to have a good and bright future."

"Are there any of your ancestors here? Don't worry, I haven't finished reading yet. There is still a long list here..." Saying loudly, Chen Jianhong continued to walk along the wall for a while, reaching out to brush away the dust on it. His eyes suddenly paused as he stared at the wall.

With a hint of complexity in his pupils, he looked at the door of the shelter and read out the words he just saw.

"From now on, your children are our children..."

There was silence in the square.

Those words were like sharp knives, piercing into the hearts of all residents in Vault 70.

Chen Jianhong was sure that there were more than a dozen people gathered in the broadcast room at this moment.

After four months of staying in the shelter, there was no bar, no news, only the meager entertainment facilities in the shelter and the unpalatable food reserves. Like him, they have long been accustomed to life outside, and they will only have ghosts if they can stay in there forever!

There were probably thousands of people in the entire shelter gathered in front of the holographic screen, waiting to see the jokes of those "poor people".

After a long silence, a weak cough came from the radio.

"...But no matter what, this is our sanctuary and we have the right to decide how to use it."

"A refuge for 'us'!"

Chen Jianhong looked at the rectangular gear, repeated the sentence, and then said it word by word.

"You touch your chest and tell me loudly who owns this shelter! Who built it!"

Silence spread across the square.

Only the loud roar echoed.

Looking at the silent broadcast, Chen Jianhong spoke slowly.

"...You all know it, you just don't want to think about it. It doesn't matter, I'm also a member of Vault 70, so I'll take care of it."

He pointed toward the door of the shelter, like a tour guide, to the people standing behind him.

"That giant alloy door was undoubtedly produced in a factory in the Prosperous Era. I don't know which factory completed the shield, but I am sure that someone cast it, someone polished it, and someone polished it. After installing the track, someone designed the lock and password for him... It is a huge and strict industrial chain, and existences similar to it have built our era of prosperity. Strictly speaking, it is all participants in the entire industrial chain. the joint achievements of all.”

“It’s not just this gate!”

"There are also the excavator drivers who dug this cave, the designers who designed the functional areas of the shelter, the engineers who installed your reactors and light bulbs, and even the miners who drove mining ships to mine in outer space... Of course, It also includes the teachers who cultivate these talents, the doctors who treat them, the parents who raise them, and countless Awami League citizens who contribute their sweat, creativity and taxes."

"Tell me where they are now!"

Looking at the indifferent door and the radio that fell into silence, Chen Jianhong took a deep breath and spit out the turbid air in his chest and the words he had held for a long time.

"If you don't want to say it, let me do it. There is no doubt that they are all dead, most of them are dead... This is obvious. The shelter was designed for the Wasteland Era, but our planet never was, it Like a spacious and beautiful house, when it is good, no matter how many people are crammed in, there will be no problem, but once the house collapses, 99% of the people will definitely die!"

"Some people survived by chance, but their nightmare has just begun. The never-ending winter, the mutant species in infection and radiation, and the despair of the collapse of heaven. A few people survive as human beings, and the greater number of people are distorted by the environment. The beast... maybe only 1% of the people survived, maybe even less, but no one knows? It’s impossible to count this thing in that case!”

"They stayed in hell until the 50th year of the Wasteland Era, a full 50 years! They stayed in hell until they lay in the grave with their children, and until their grandson had just grown up! At this time, the nightmare finally appeared. There were signs, but it didn’t take long before new troubles came one after another.”

Tapping his index finger on the wall with the words engraved on it, Chen Jianhong's tone was filled with a hint of sarcasm.

"This is what happened outside. When do we open the door? It's the 100th year of the Wasteland Era! It's the 50th anniversary since the ring island was built! Our ancestors promised to let the children of those who stayed outside live in heaven. In the end We live in their paradise first.”

"Do you think you are enlighteners or colonists from an alien planet?"

"Listening to my fathers telling stories about the Era of Prosperity, my dreams at night are all sweet, and I shout slogans about rebuilding the Era of Prosperity. However, you know best what you are thinking about! Rebuilding the Era of Prosperity? Haha, don't try to lie to me. !I’m one of you too!”

"Those natives will definitely regard us as gods, right? Their jaws will drop when they see the omnipotent black box, right? When they see the door of the shelter open, they will kneel down and be grateful, right? Just like those poor people once When my great-great-grandparents knelt in front of the shelter door and begged your ancestors to open the door a crack, they will surely kneel in front of the door now to thank us for finally opening the door! Am I right?”

When he said this, his voice was very soft, like a needle falling on the ground, using it to weave the dreams he had had.

"...Yes, we have the knowledge of the Era of Prosperity, the machines of the Era of Prosperity, and the black boxes that are designed to be used by baboons who cannot read a single word, so that we can even use them when those baboons are eating dirt. If we add a piece of sugar to black tea, aren't we gods in their eyes? Should I use 'them' to make it appear more like what we are saying?"

"A dozen small islands have no future, and it is impossible to rebuild a utopia, so we drove back the survivors who fled from the shore to the sea and asked them to develop settlements on the shore. Later we found that there was a big problem there, so Calling the dead a small twist in the road to the right path, and blaming the natives for being greedy for life and fearing death, they deserved that our ancestors were unable to enter the shelter, which forced us to bear the high cost of going to the bottom of the sea to build houses for them."

"Now that they are disobedient and no longer grateful, we can no longer afford to play. They are like crying children, telling you to get out. We will not take you to play anymore. We will come out after you are all dead." Come back and build an era of prosperity that belongs only to us."

"No wonder the shelter has a maximum shelter period... In my opinion, it is understandable that they are crazy, but you who are hiding in that hole are the ones who are really crazy!"

At the end of the sentence, he seemed to have become a different person, almost shouting hysterically.

For a long time, the only sound in the square was the sound of gentle breathing and the echo of the roar. But in the noisy broadcast before, not a single word could be said.

That is a fact that no amount of hardship can change. A refuge is indeed not a refuge for a certain person or a group of people, but a refuge for human civilization.

After a long silence, Chen Jianhong slowly opened his mouth and continued.

"I thought about it for a long time when I was in Dawn City, including when I was on the submarine just now."

"I'm thinking, if my ancestor did come back, it's hard to say whose naivety he would be ashamed of."

At this time, a dull voice came from the radio.

As if to appease his emotions, the voice was very soft.

"I understand your feelings, but...the things you said are too far away. Two centuries ago, we and those outside may have been compatriots, but you must also understand that two hundred years later, they may not be the same as us. Not the same kind of people.”

Instead of feeling any comfort from this sentence, Chen Jianhong laughed out loud.

"So the oath made 200 years ago cannot be counted. In other words, the oath engraved on this wall was a lie from the beginning, right?"

An angry roar came over the radio.

"Chen Jianhong! Which side are you on?"

"I'm on the side of humans! Where are you on? Humanoid!"

Responding to the roar without fear, Chen Jianhong pointed behind him.

"Just look at those guys you despise the most, that federation that looks like a joke to you! It was built on lies and it didn't even last 4 months. No one even gave it a push, and it fell apart on its own. One place! What about you? Can the prosperous era rebuilt with lies last four months? Not to mention that you haven’t gone back yet, do you crazy people have any hope of going back? "

"Just when you guys are being stupid, what are other shelters doing?"

Without giving the radio a chance to speak, Chen Jianhong pointed to the side, pointed at the girl with long hair, and repeated those words in a deafening roar.

"... From the moment we stepped out of the shelter, we were already aware of our mission. Death is just a return to us! This is what she told me! They told me with their actions! You Do you think we got here, waiting for those mutants to drown themselves in the water and then swim over secretly?"

The topic suddenly came to him, and Sisi couldn't laugh or cry for a moment. He didn't expect that the guy would actually take what he casually said seriously.

but--

Although she said that sentence casually, she did not lie.

They are indeed aware of their mission.

Especially when they check the box "Whether to swear an oath under the banner of the People's Federation..." in the appointment form, they have already clarified their identity, responsibilities and obligations, as well as the penalties they need to bear for violating various terms. .

Death is indeed just a return for them as players, although they can return many times.

As a reward for their bravery, their managers will even give them "salaries" - through the special channel of the silver coin exchange.

However, no matter what the premise is, one thing is an indisputable fact.

The residents of Vault 404 are indeed at the forefront of everyone without fear of sacrifice, always standing on the front line whether it is fighting or exploring.

Even if most people do not do these things with noble motives, and there are even many musicians and performance artists mixed in among them, no matter which set of moral standards they use, there is no doubt that what they do can be worthy of noble motives. evaluate.

At least generally yes.

It is precisely because of this that those Wastelanders inspired by them will willingly become their followers.

Although the topic was turned to himself, Sisi felt that it would be better for him to quietly act as a backdrop at this time and wait for the NPC to finish the plot.

Fortunately, the captain didn't mean to throw any words at her, and there wasn't even a pause in his voice.

Thinking about it, he knew it very well.

This is Vault 70's own internal affairs, and others should not interfere...

"...They united with the survivors, and what are we doing at this time? More and more leaks on the ship were repaired. In the end, it couldn't be repaired. Our manager didn't know what to do, so he ran out to find that person. The War Construction Committee has been gone for a century and a half! Of course, we are more stupid than him. We can't survive without the weapons in the shelter for several months. We would rather come back here and close the door than face our compatriots! "

As he spoke, there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"What a coward. Don't you blame Sun Yuechi for not opening the weapons arsenal for you? Now we have brought the key, take it and take out those weapons!"

"Just use the guns and cannons made by the ancestors of the survivors outside to kill their children one by one! If that stock is enough! Then we can send them to heaven!"

"It doesn't matter if all the people are dead, go to Borneo and grab some real slaves and let them build that colonial era for you! You don't need to build them a house or give them a bite of food, they can all use that disgusting They will lick your toes with their tongues. If you frown when you are unhappy, they will kill the people you dislike for you, even their compatriots! Even your neighbors!"

After a pause, his contemptuous eyes gradually became firmer, and he stared at the motionless door of the shelter.

"...As for me, I will stand with the people who I think are truly worthy of respect, and I will unite with the survivors outside. I believe that my parents will be very happy and proud of my choice at this moment, and Aren’t you like your fathers who left jokes on this wall as an epitaph with a lifetime of shame and regret!”

After finally saying all that was in his heart, he took a deep breath and turned around to walk towards the Dolphin.

Although it was a pity, he had to admit that there was not the kind of union he longed for here, and perhaps the Enlightenment would be suitable for them.

In fact, the alliance is not the most perfect union.

They also have people who cannot be united, and people who cannot be united for the time being.

He still remembers the manager who told him that having ideals without looking at the people under your feet is like burning the hottest coal, which will be blown to ashes by a gust of wind. He will not ask his supporters to be that kind of people, and he will never ask them to talk about the slogan of rebuilding an era of prosperity.

In Chen Jianhong's opinion, that was more like a humble statement, because what they did was worthy of their oath.

They are always ahead of those wastelanders!

And these guys...

Even the person I was a few months ago was just a cold, hard stone.

Maybe when they first came out, the good people in their ancestors also burned for their ideals, just like the current residents of Vault 404.

But that kind of thing is really too far away.

Even further than the oath made two hundred years ago...

Just when he no longer had any hope of convincing these stubborn guys, the gear embedded in the wall suddenly made a slight click.

It's like a mechanical watch that hasn't been oiled for many years and is suddenly wound up again.

"Long——"

Amid a clanging sound and a deafening roar, the giant gear rolling to one side slowly gave way to the passage behind it.

Chen Jianhong stopped and looked back, with a trace of surprise on his face involuntarily.

There were about hundreds of people standing at the entrance of the passage.

He couldn't see their expressions, but he could feel the eyes staring at him.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and Chen Jianhong suddenly felt a throbbing coming from the depths of his soul, rushing from the back of his neck to his eyes.

The stiff muscles on his face twitched slightly, and in order to prevent the tense expression from appearing on his face, he grinned at the crowd.

"Are you here to get the keys?"

"Don't be like this, Brother Chen..." Lin Nuo, who was standing at the door, sighed and his eyes drifted to the side, to the wall with the words engraved on it.

"We have finally made up our minds. Is this what you want to say to us? It would be too emotional to settle the accounts clearly. Of course, I am not saying that you are wrong. There is no right or wrong in this kind of thing. In short... Please save some face for us."

The man standing next to him also had the same expression. It seemed that he had snatched the microphone just now.

After coughing again, the man spoke.

"Let's think about how to solve the current trouble..."

Cleaning up the mess may be more troublesome than you think.

But at least they now have like-minded allies.

After a pause, the man glanced at Chen Jianhong, then at the residents of Vault 404 standing not far away, and the crew members of the HMS Glory who were hesitant to return to the submarine.

"Anyway..."

"Come in and talk."

…

In the sea near Coral City, pieces of broken branches and limbs are floating on the rugged seabed.

Two giant mechanical crabs were lying on the rocks. One of them was missing three legs, and the other had only three legs left.

The communication channel pulsed with rustling electric sounds.

After a long silence, intermittent sounds reached the ears of the model worker.

"...Model worker."

There was fatigue in the voice, but there was also a hint of unfulfilled joy.

Like after an intense workout.

No--

This is much more pleasant than that.

Not surprisingly, the one they just destroyed should be the ace of the aquatic mutants.

No matter how you think about it, there are seven or eight hundred elite monsters at level 20 or 30.

Although the price they paid was heavy, wasn't this what they were pursuing when they followed Brother Ji?

Blood is sacrificed to the Blood God, and the skull is sacrificed to the Skull Throne... Of course, long live the true Emperor!

If only the three days of waiting could pass faster...

Of course, it would be better if you could save a file before you die.

Finally reconnected and looking at the cracked observation window, the crouching worker shook his groggy head and replied.

"Ah... I just connected it back and it just fell off."

There was silence on the other end of the communication channel for a while, and then a laugh came.

"Damn...it's only been an hour and you're so exhausted?"

"Shut up." Voldemort rolled his eyes and began to examine the only three remaining mechanical legs.

Only two of the nineteen "King Crabs" were left, and they were both severely disabled.

Looking at the only remaining icons in the teammate list, Model Worker held it in for a while and couldn't help but curse.

"This armor is so tight!"

"Ahem...hahahaha!"

"You are so funny!"

"People are not good at it, but the equipment is not good at all... Well, there is one thing to say, this thing is really not as useful in the sea as on land, and its maneuverability is really a bit uncomfortable."

Unlike the aquatic mutants who tend to maneuver in curves, the "King Crab" maneuvers are mostly straight and forward. The result is that the surrounding water flows everywhere, which not only gives the opponent a hint of the direction of attack, but also consumes a large amount of mechanical energy in the direction of the opponent. to resist the flow of water.

In contrast, those elite mutants are much more flexible underwater, scurrying around the reef like fish.

Especially when they use underwater rifles, portable torpedo launchers, thermite bombs and other weapons that can break through the "King Crab" armor, the battle will become extremely difficult.

Recalling the fierce battle before, the Voldemort Worker sighed and said.

"...Sure enough, the beach is the main battlefield for crabs. This thing should be good for landing on the beach."

Communication channel: "+1, it would be better to put on a nitrogen shield or a deflector shield... Hey, let's go back and do more missions for the scientific expedition team."

Losing one or two battles is nothing, they will only be stronger after three days.

Facing the silent deep sea and the corpses floating around, the player sitting in the cockpit suddenly thought of something and asked the communication channel.

"By the way, what should we do now?"

The model worker was stunned for a moment and a little confused.

"have no idea……"

There were only two of them left in the team. Although the remaining wreckage was valuable for recycling, they definitely couldn't recover it alone.

The "King Crab" amphibious armor is only equipment for individual soldiers and does not have the ability to travel long distances.

With these incomplete legs, I ran back to the French Fries Port. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to run back until the game was released for public testing.

Just when the model workers were hesitating whether to shut themselves up on the spot or wait for the Dolphin submarine to come back to retrieve people, the sonar sensor installed on the king crab shell suddenly sensed an unusual movement coming from above them.

That noise is very small.

If it is not close enough, their sonar system may not be able to capture it.

The Voldemort quickly raised his head and saw a submarine slowly approaching from the north.

A sound of swallowing saliva came from the communication channel.

"That is……"

Model Voldemort said in a difficult voice.

"Eighty percent of them are federal submarines... stay down and don't move, and turn off all the equipment!"

They had already listened to the North Island broadcast when they were on the Dolphin.

Not surprisingly, the Northern Federation led by the Charas administration has already sided with the Torch. In other words, this submarine might be here to support the mutants blocking this place.

Thinking of this, the model worker couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

In just a few hours, these guys had already broken free from the initial chaos.

If they had hesitated for just one more hour in French Fry Port, the one who intercepted the Dolphin might not be a group of mutants, but a real attack fusion-powered submarine!

Two "King Crabs" lay motionless in the wreckage and fell into silence.

The submarine had obviously spotted them, as a bright light shone directly above their heads.

Model Worker felt his heart pounding so hard that he held his breath involuntarily.

Fortunately, the big guy floating not far above their heads didn't seem to think they were still alive. He just gave up the search after searching for a while.

The sonar system on the opposite side must still be on. Voldemort didn't dare to turn on the engine or communicate with his teammates.

What he needs to do most now is to stay here quietly, stay as long as he can, and pass on the situation here to Tails and others who may already be in Vault 70 through the official website forum.

The submarine seemed to be wary of something. Just after turning on the searchlight, it turned off hastily, then turned around and drove towards the west.

Just when Voldemort was confused about what this guy was planning to do, a slight noise was suddenly captured by his sonar sensor.

That ripple disappeared almost in a flash, as fast as an illusion!

Vaguely, he looked up at the model worker above his head, and seemed to catch a glimpse of a speeding black shadow, passing silently directly above him.

Then, the black shadow hit the side of the submarine without any bias, and exploded with a dazzling flame!

"boom--!"

The roar of the explosion was swept along with the surging water, and he and the only other remaining teammate who were lying on the seabed rocks were blown away from a distance of several hundred meters.

The colorful fire ball was burning blazingly in the deep sea, and the seawater near the submarine seemed to be boiled, with large and dense bubbles rolling out.

The submarine that had been hit by a shot on the side seemed to have a big hole, and the armor that was dented inward let out an overwhelmed scream, and it lost power and rolled over and fell downwards.

Unwilling to fail, it launched two torpedoes into the dark sea.

However, judging from the blooming fire-exploding air column, it was obvious that the two torpedoes did not hit anything, but only hit a steep cliff.

After finally stabilizing the rolling body, the model worker looked at the submarine that hit the seabed heavily, his eyes almost bulging.

"What the hell?!"

What the hell?

The BOSS was killed as soon as it was spawned? !

Although even if the NPC didn't grab this person's head, he still hadn't figured out how to defeat that kind of BOSS...

…

"pretty!"

At the same time, the tense and solemn atmosphere at the Anle Island Naval Base headquarters was broken by a burst of cheerful cheers.

Even Commander Li Minghui, who had always had a sullen face, couldn't help but relax his frowning eyebrows.

It was not only the fleet of the Northern Federation that got rid of the chaos and entered a state of combat, but also the fleet of Anle Island.

Rather, compared to the tough guys like Charas who pretend to be tough, they are soldiers who are really good at fighting.

Taking into account the Torch Church's interest in Coral City, they immediately judged that the Torch Church's ships or mutants might take advantage of the civil unrest in the federal fleet to sneak in, so they decisively dispatched two "Shark Tooth" and "Polar" anchored at Anle Island. attack nuclear submarine.

Unexpectedly, the mutants were not seen, but they caught another big fish!

It didn't take long for them to receive a communication signal from near Coral City.

"This is the 'Shark Tooth'... Hanye has sunk, and we will continue to remain silent."

Restraining the excitement in his heart, Li Minghui clenched his fists on the command table and replied seriously.

"...This is the command post and we have received it! Be careful of their destroyers. Also, remember your main target! That battleship!"

The Northern Federation only has one nuclear submarine, the Hanye!

Now the only three submarines left are in his hands!

Counting one cruiser and two destroyers, although their military strength is still far from that of Bei Dao, they have at least regained some advantage.

At the same time, on the other side, on the North Island of the Northern Federation, Charas, who was sitting in the presidential palace, cursed and dropped his pen on the chart after listening to his subordinate's report.

"What a waste!"

Hanye was sunk!

The only nuclear submarine he owned was lost in the first battle!

Although the advantage is still in his hands, this is obviously not a good sign.

Looking at his subordinates standing aside holding their breath, Charas yelled.

"Let the shipyard start work immediately! Don't worry about the cost, just use all the materials you can use!"

Beidao Shipyard has a number of unfinished projects, including a destroyer that has completed construction of the main frame.

If it's quick, we should be able to drive it out of the port within two months.

As for the raw materials…

It may be difficult to mine seabed mineral deposits at this time, but Haiya Province can help them solve part of the problem.

Charas picked up the ballpoint pen on the table again, put his hands on the map, and frowned in thought.

perhaps……

He could consider taking advantage of North Island's industrial advantages and arming their allies, such as getting more decent equipment for those "fishermen".

This seems more practical than rushing to build a few destroyers.

Seeing the furious president and the blood that had not yet been wiped off the table, the staff member did not dare to say anything back, and straightened his back and gave a trembling military salute.

"yes!"