This Game is Too Real

Chu Guang was lucky that he didn't encounter any difficult dangers along the way.

More than that.

When he came near Bette street, he just saw the caravan from boulder unloading at the gate of Bette street.

Old Walter, with a shotgun on his back, stood beside him smoking his homemade dry cigarette. Old Charlie was talking happily with the leader of the caravan, and the scavengers nearby were unloading under the surveillance of the gunman.

The leader of the caravan is Mr. Li. I don't know his name. Chu Guang only knows that he is from Boulder City. He has eight gunmen and more than 20 mutant yaks.

Every once in a while, he would bring people and animals to Beite street to sell some goods and take away the "specialties" here.

On the waste soil, especially in the urban area, cars are not reliable.

The roads are full of broken down cars and collapsed ruins. In addition, a large number of roads are poorly maintained, the surface is seriously chapped, and even the roots of vegetation are drilled out. Most wheeled vehicles can't walk at all.

In contrast, donkeys, cows and horses are all good things. Although they can't walk fast, there are almost no roads they can't walk.

The most important thing is low price, simple maintenance, 100 kilometers and 30 kilograms of grass.

Technology is not always reliable, at least here.

Of course, if it is a long journey across provinces, that is another situation.

Chu Guang once saw a truck with half wheels and half tracks, on which stood a chimney like gun barrel, which was quite punk art.

However, such bulky trucks generally do not drive into the city. They usually unload outside the city, trade with small and medium-sized caravans active in nearby areas, and leave when they are finished.

Chu Guang noticed that there was a woman wrapped in a robe in the materials transported to Beite street this time.

Her hands and feet are shackled, and her ankles are printed with stripe codes. Her delicate and white skin is not like a survivor on the waste soil, but more like an elf out of the film.

Or "commodities" cultivated from Petri dishes.

"Human cloning?"

Chu Guang had only heard of the slave trade in Jushi before, but he saw it for the first time. However, only the mayor can afford this "luxury".

Chu Guang did not come forward immediately, but quietly waited for the transaction to be completed under the shadow of the ruins.

The cowboys were busy and didn't stop here.

After loading the goods, Mr. Li put his hand into his arms, took out a few white chips and threw them to the idle scavengers like a beggar.

Then, in a voice of gratitude and admiration, he drove the mutant yaks loaded with large and small bags on the road with the gunmen.

Chu Guang followed at a distance and walked two blocks.

However, at this time, the man next to President Li suddenly stopped and looked straight at him.

Chu Guang was surprised when he was found.

There are at least 100 meters between them. How did this guy find himself?!

However, since it has been found, it is meaningless to follow it.

Chu Guang came out of the ruins. He first raised his hands to show that he had no malice, and then walked over with a black plastic bag.

At a distance of ten meters, he stopped under the sign of a skew coffee shop.

This is the safest distance for both sides.

In case of conflict, the carbon nano bulletproof vest you wear close to you is enough to buy at least five seconds for your escape.

As long as you don't get shot in the head

"I have no malice. I just want to make a deal with you."

The man named president Li narrowed his eyes and carried the shotgun on his shoulder.

"Are you a scavenger on Bette street?"

"Chu Guang."

"I don't care what your name is, and we don't do small business," the man looked at the plastic bag in his hand with joking eyes. "You'd better throw this thing to your old man named Charlie."

Chu Guang didn't speak. He opened the plastic bag and revealed the goods in it.

The man obviously knew the goods. The expression on his face was stagnant. Obviously, he didn't expect that what was in the plastic bag was not waste parts and batteries, but such a good thing.

Chu Guang noticed that an imperceptible greed flashed in his eyes.

"Where did you get it?" the man asked.

Chu Guang looked at him and said quietly.

"The sewer, next to the mutant leech nest, but even if I tell you where it is, will you go?"

"Just ask casually. Don't mind."

The greedy look in his eyes converged. The man handed his shotgun to his entourage and walked to Chu Guang.

"How are you going to sell it?"

The recycling price on Bette street is one chip per 50g, but the real value of this thing is definitely more than that!

Chu Guang was silent for two seconds and decided to bet five times the price of Beite Street recycle bin.

"Here is 2000g, I want 200 chips!"

"Deal."

Looking at the man, he just hesitated and agreed. Chu Guang immediately realized that his quotation was still cheap.

Sure enough, the price that the mayor of the dog said sold to these businessmen must be more than that!

These leeches who eat people and don't spit bones!

Chu Guang silently greeted the mayor and his family in his heart and wished him no hard tonight.

"Make a friend. My name is Liszt."

The man stretched out his right hand, swept away his previous arrogant attitude, and smiled, "I rarely do business directly with scavengers, but you are an exception... I am very interested in you."

Chu Guang was neither humble nor arrogant. He shook his hand.

"Thank you. My name is Chuguang."

"I know, you just said."

Release his hand, Liszt stared at Chu Guang and continued, "well, first of all, I hope that the old man named Charlie won't know about our transaction today."

Chu Guang said.

"Of course he won't know, and I don't want to get into trouble."

"Ha ha, you are a smart man."

Very satisfied with Chu Guang's answer, Liszt smiled, nodded and continued.

"I can pay you 200 chips now, but... Anyway, you can exchange these chips for things. You might as well buy them directly from me and save the price difference by the middleman. There are still some remaining materials here. I can give you a 20% discount, how about it?"

Chu Guang didn't believe his so-called 20% discount nonsense. Anyway, he couldn't know how much the goods on the backs of these cattle sold in Boulder City.

However, as long as he sells cheaper than Bette street, he has no reason to refuse.

"I need weapons. Do you have them?"

"Of course, which one do you want?"

"Gun."

"Is it a gun?" Liszt touched his chin. "How about a 9mm bolt type iron pipe rifle? It only needs 200 chips, and I can send you 30 bullets. If you buy additional bullets, 1 chip and 1, the price is absolutely reasonable."

"20% off?"

"This is already 20% off. If you think it's too expensive, I certainly have cheap ones here, such as an iron tube pistol worth 100 chips, with a caliber of 5mm. It's still very easy to use against predators, but it's not very recommended to deal with aliens."

It's already 20% off. It's OK.

I'm not buying it

Chu Guang stared at him and said.

"A 9mm bolt action iron pipe rifle plus 60 bullets. In addition, I need 20... No, 25 chips to buy food and other supplies."

Looking at Liszt, who shrugged in disapproval, Chu Guang continued in a serious tone.

"There are more than 2kg mushrooms in the nest of the mutant leech, but I can only pick those near the nest... Do you understand what I mean?"

"You want me to invest in you?" Liszt looked at Chu Guang with interest. "Interesting."

Chu Guang said unmoved.

"Why not? I bet you can still make a lot of money even at this price. And if you promise me, the goods I can bring next time will be ten times as much as today! Don't you like it?"

Liszt was excited.

To be honest, this is really a good proposal.

Take these two kilograms of blue umbrella mushroom camels to Boulder City, not to mention a bolt type iron pipe rifle, but ten of them.

These Hicks living in the outer suburbs have no idea what anti radiation agents and anti radiation agents mean to people living in the city.

Good things are hidden near those nuclear pits!

"Generally speaking, few people can take chips from me."

Liszt winked at his assistant and asked him to take an iron pipe rifle and 60 bullets from the mutant yak next to him.

"You are an exception."

Counting 25 white chips from his pocket, Liszt handed them to Chu Guang together with the goods.

"20 kilograms of blue umbrella mushroom, right? It's an investment. I'm waiting for your news."

"I will come here again at the end of the month, and it should be the last time this year without accident."

"I hope to see you then."

Mutant leech.

No one wants to provoke that thing.

Only God knows how many disgusting bugs are hidden in the nest of that thing, and most importantly, the ordinary penetrating fire is useless in front of them.

The regenerative ability and vitality of terror enable them to split into two new individuals after a short struggle, let alone open a few small holes in their bodies, even if they are cut off from the middle.

As for arson

It doesn't matter whether it can be lit or not. Even if it is lit, it will burn valuable things together.

It's not worth the loss.

"By the way, I'll give you 2000 chips for 20 kg of blue umbrella mushrooms. You can order from me. There's no need to pick up the rest."

Looking at Chu Guang fiddling with his weapons, Liszt reminded him.

Chu Guang stopped his hand and looked at him and asked.

"How do I know what you have?"

Liszt snapped his fingers.

The man next to him understood and handed a square tablet.

"There are as like as two peas on the top, and the right and left slide... Pick up... You will use it. I will not teach you. I guarantee that the quality of these goods is all right, but I do not guarantee that the actual goods you receive and the photos look exactly the same."

Chu Guang, who took the tablet, glanced roughly and found that there were really many good things on it.

Especially when he saw what he needed most.

"Have you chosen?" Liszt urged, looking at Chu Guang in the selection.

"I've chosen it," Chu Guang said as he returned the tablet. "10kW firewood generator and KV-1 power exoskeleton."

"Your vision is good. Although KV-1 is the basic model, it is also the most durable one. But what do you want to do with the generator? It's better to buy more batteries if you're worried about running out of electricity. I provide the old for new service here, which is very cheap."

Generators are not cheap. One needs 1200 chips.

In contrast, KV-1 powered exoskeleton only needs 800 chips, and a supporting chemical energy battery is 150 chips.

No matter how expensive it is to change a battery, it won't cost more than a thousand.

And he bought it. Where is he going to put it?

Exoskeletons can also be worn in clothes. Generators are something that an ordinary scavenger can't afford.

Seeing through Liszt's concerns, Chuguang said.

"Don't worry, I won't take it back to bate street."

"I just asked casually. How you deal with it has nothing to do with me. Anyway, even if you say I sold it to you, I won't admit it. In the end, it's you." Liszt shrugged and looked at the sky not far away. "It's getting late. I'll see you later."

Chu Guang stopped him.

"Wait, I want to ask, do you give a 20% discount on those things I ordered just now?"

Liszt smiled and waved his hand without looking back.

"The price you see is after the discount."

Chuguang: "...% ￥ # ￥%"

damn you!

See how I will kill you profiteers in the future!

Seeing the caravan go far, Chu Guang turned and left with a black face.