This Game is Too Real

In fact, there is no choice at all.

Xia Yan knows very well that he has only one leg. It's difficult to get out of this street, let alone go back to Boulder.

Besides, what can we do when we go back?

Although she has been a mercenary for a long time, she has hardly saved any money. A better neuron linked bionic prosthesis often has tens of thousands of chips, and a second mechanical drive prosthesis has thousands of chips.

The price is as high as a set of chemically powered exoskeleton.

I can't afford to sell her.

Either go with these people or die here.

The choice is not that difficult.

Sitting on the edge of the shaking wooden scooter, he bumped up and down with the full sacks. Xia Yan sighed silently in his heart.

Maybe this journey is my last free time.

Apart from taking herself back to have children, she really couldn't think of any use for the man in front of her.

proficiency in a particular line?

Work?

ha-ha.

After thinking about it, I only have this body, which is a little valuable.

It's said that it will hurt. I don't know if it's true

"Here we are."

The sound from the front interrupted the nonexistent brain tonic of at least 200000 words.

After recovering from his daydream, Xia Yan suddenly raised his head and found that he had been taken to a small forest by this group of people.

In the middle of the jungle is an open space dotted with wooden piles, on which stands an unfinished concrete wall.

Beside the concrete wall, there are kilns with green smoke, and then there are bacon pits and smoked fish racks.

The air was filled with the smell of barbecue, and there was a tinkling sound in my ears.

Some people beat stones with hammers, some operate bellows to blow air to the stove, and others carry stones, build walls or cut trees.

It's like a large construction site.

Primitive and busy.

These people... Are all his men?

Looking at all this, Xia Yan's pale face was full of surprise. After a rough count, she found that there were still a lot of people here. There were more than ten or twenty people who could be seen alone, wearing a unified blue uniform.

At the moment when she saw the clothes clearly, she guessed the identity of these people in less than a second.

Shelter residents!?

I didn't hear there was a shelter nearby.

But

What are they doing?

Xia Yan was confused.

Shelters are not uncommon in Qingquan city. Some have been opened many years ago, and many are still blocked, waiting for the arrival of unlocking years.

Those well mixed refuges can occasionally be regarded as a force, and those not well mixed basically become mutant or alien rations.

Xia Yan remembers that there seems to be a shelter not far from Boulder City, but the survivors living in it are more xenophobic, unwilling to contact with people outside, and are quite careless, let alone building on the surface, and rarely come out of the shelter.

Does this fence make sense?

It's really hard to get acquainted with. Bullets should not be pierced, but even the strongest fence can be stronger than the gate of the shelter?

That thing can't even penetrate gamma rays.

"... are you the people of the shelter?"

"Yes," said Chu Guang, glancing at the wound on her leg, "I thought you passed out."

She was honest and quiet all the way.

Chu Guang's attention was basically scattered around. He didn't pay much attention to her. He thought the man had lost too much blood and fainted.

I didn't expect to be awake.

"I'm not that vulnerable."

Xia Yan raised her chin. Her eyebrows and expression were as stiff as lead. She thought it might make her look a little backbone.

At least not timid.

However, unfortunately, no one cared about her pretending to be tough, and even didn't notice it at all.

"I see," Chu Guang said casually, taking back his sight from the bloody broken leg. "Your wound healing speed is really a little faster than ordinary people."

Using the attribute template of refuge 404, this guy's physique has at least 8 points, and the error is about ± 1.

For ordinary people, even if they didn't lose too much blood, they would have passed out with a high fever.

However, this guy can hold on, just sweating on his forehead, pale face and not very conscious.

Of course, it may be caused by "talent".

The survivors on the wasteland are more or less associated with the word variation. It is not surprising that there are some physical characteristics different from ordinary people.

Chu Guang looked at the two players and ordered.

"You send the grain to 'scrambled eggs with Tomatoes' and let him keep it properly."

A few days ago, Chu Guang told brother scrambled eggs to build a granary that can save grain and meat.

Not surprisingly, it should have been built by now.

Specifically, after drying and warehousing, or directly pile the whole bag in. I believe this cook is more professional and reliable than himself.

Since there are players, Chu Guang is too lazy to worry about these trivial things.

Last time, he had a lot of trouble just getting bacon. He asked himself to plan the granary. He was afraid that he would get moldy or be bitten by rats if he couldn't eat it in winter.

Hearing the manager's orders, the square leader and night ten nodded together and took over the task.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Chu Guang didn't say anything.

He reached out his hand to pick up the maid soldier paralyzed on the board car. Ignoring the latter's exclamation, he carried her on his shoulder like a sack.

Then, with his other hand outstretched, he grabbed the backpack licked from the other three mercenaries at night 10 and walked in the direction of the sanatorium.

Night ten and the square commander looked around for a burst of admiration.

This big bag of equipment plus a living person will add up to at least 100 kilograms.

It's too strong to pick it up and go!

Looking at the manager walking to the sanatorium, Lao Bai noticed the situation here and leaned over quietly.

"What happened? Who is the man our boss is carrying?"

"When you asked Fang Chang, he finished the story and I was lonely." he was either licking his bag or being a hostage. At night, he felt like a tool man with a depressed face.

The mayor made a helpless expression.

"Don't look at me, the game doesn't have a subtitle. I can't understand what NPCs are saying to each other after the plot... Just understand her as a new NPC."

It's possible to guess, but it's a little difficult to say it completely. I'd better wait for the official online update.

Old Bai Leng said.

"OK... But then again, why did she hurt so badly?"

"Oh, don't mention the serious injury. People are almost gone," said Yeshi with a sigh. "You don't know what we met on the way back."

"What happened?"

"Climber!"

"Sleeping trough?" Lao Bai looked at Yeshi in surprise and hurriedly asked, "have you met a climber? What does that thing look like?"

There is information about the climber on the official website, but there is no description of its combat effectiveness except a few abstract words.

There is no atlas to refer to.

Lao Bai only remembers that this thing seems to belong to the same category as the gnaw. It is a symbiotic alien born under fungal infection. It seems to be related to biological weapons and can no longer trace its ancestors.

Originally, he thought that this thing was probably a monster in the setting. The game company may not have made the model yet.

Unexpectedly, these two met!

"It's ugly. It has four long arms. It's about half a person's height when lying on its stomach. It's estimated to be two meters when standing up. This thing not only has great strength, but also the key is how fast the thief moves! We shot one round with three guns and missed none of them. Later, it was the manager's cow force. He swung the steel pipe and stabbed it to death."

Night ten vividly described the situation at that time, although this abstract narrative style basically didn't say anything clearly.

Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang for help, and the latter sighed.

"I don't know for a while, but basically, as night ten said, the climber is a little crazy."

"I guess the new expansion not only updates the in-game activities, but also adds more heterogeneous, new NPC camps and related tasks. I'll talk about this later when I get off the line... The manager asked me to send the scooter to brother fried egg. I'll hand in a task first."

Although I really want to share his new findings with the elder brother Fang, there is only three hours left before dark, so I really don't have time to fish.

Lao Bai sighed and nodded.

"OK, you go first... I'll think about the blast furnace for steelmaking. Come and help me when you're done!"

"Well, see you later."

……

On the other side, in the nursing home.

Players who are working on the scaffold have noticed the managers returning from the outside.

Of course, he also noticed the woman he carried on his shoulder.

"Shit, look, look, the manager has a man on his shoulder!"

"Who is that man???"

"New NPC?"

"Still a sister!"

"Finally there is a new NPC! Brother Meng, we are one step closer to the internal test!"

"Oh, oh!"

At the thought of another step closer to the internal test, the players are like beating chicken blood and moving bricks and plastering harder.

Xia Yan, who was carried by Chu Guang on her shoulder, seemed to burn a fire on her cheek, not only because of her posture, but also because of her sight.

She couldn't understand what those people were saying, but she didn't understand at all.

You can guess that it's nothing more than rubbish like the eyes of these men.

She could imagine that they were like hyenas on the waste land. In this way, they sent flattery and compliments to the male leader in order to share a bone or a mouthful of broth after he enjoyed his prey.

Obviously, he is the tender and delicious lamb.

The more Xia Yan thought about it, the more frightened he became. His clenched teeth couldn't help fighting, and his eyes were a little wet, even dripping.

She suddenly regretted that instead of being humiliated and thrown to the wolves to share food, she might as well have done self termination and died with a little backbone.

But the body didn't listen to her.

The elevator goes down.

arrive.

Chu Guang strode through the gate of the shelter, through the buffer room, into the residents' hall, threw aside the package filled with equipment, and then threw the summer salt on his shoulder on the chair.

"Hiss, take it easy... What are you doing?"

He took a cold breath in pain, and Xia Yan stared at Chu Guang nervously.

"Be honest."

Not bothering to pay attention to her, Chu Guang opened the drawer and took out a silver white metal tube from it. His thumb bounced off the plastic cover and his index finger bounced habitually.

"It shouldn't hurt. You can bear it."