This Game Is Too Realistic

Sanatorium 3rd floor.

Looking at the cattle and horse team who put on long weapons and hunter equipment and set out again, Chu Guang showed a satisfied smile on his face.

good.

These little players are getting better and better at it.

Thanks to them being so sensible, Chu Guang was able to use his time on micro management to do the things he planned to do, saving him a lot of effort.

For example, play two more games to collect information.

"... By the way, players of the Alpha 0.6 version should also go online tomorrow."

Many raw materials in the outpost are almost exhausted, and there is an urgent need for life pro players to increase their efforts and catch up with combat pro players.

Especially the cocoon of the devil moth, there are several hills piled up next to the warehouse. After the cow and horse teams knock down the first floor of the greenhouse ruins, I'm afraid they will have to build another one next to it.

The guaranteed profit of 200 silver coins seems a bit much.

But it doesn't matter, silver coins are just numbers to Chu Guang. After having an electronic account, he can send out as many as he wants.

The key is to enrich the shelves in the store so that players can buy more things. Only in this way will the money sent out be meaningful.

Otherwise, so what if I can add one billion to your account through a copy?

I'll give you one billion today and two billion tomorrow. From now on, everyone will be happy to buy potatoes with a dozen zeros?

Presumably at that time, the little pufferfish who feel that the tasks given to them are few will miss the good old days when a potato only cost a few copper coins.

Fortunately, even if these people are not sober, their planning is sober, and this kind of thing will most likely not happen.

In order to increase the production capacity of the outpost, most of the 50 players recruited in this version update were randomly selected from the user pool with the "life occupation" label.

As for how this label is placed, it is naturally based on the questionnaires these users filled out when they reserved the game.

For example, when answering the question "What is your favorite single-player game?" their answers frequently included "Stardew Valley", "Euro Truck Simulator", and "Ring the World". ", "Don't Starve", "The Sims" and other leisure and retirement games.

This means that after they enter "Wasteland OL", they will be more inclined to choose the life occupation gameplay.

Such as production, transportation, farming, building houses, etc.

I believe that these little players who are happy to create should be able to use those raw materials to make something valuable.

Um.

By the way, the users of version 0.4 have a completely different style of painting, because Chu Guang stole it from the user pool of P Club games.

These people are not only proficient in the manufacturing process of seamless steel pipes, but also have in-depth research on the formula of gunpowder. They used the natural disaster DLC to accurately clean out the elderly population in "City Skylines" and used alien meat to make cans in "Stars".

It can be said that there are war criminals per capita.

"250 players are still not enough, there are 250 training cabins left."

"It would be nice if we could get more food."

After the Bloody Hand Clan's stronghold was captured, the food reserves at the outpost were theoretically enough to last 300 people until the end of winter.

However, there is a problem here: the actual consumption rate of food is often far higher than expected.

If it weren't for the expensive seasonings and limited cooking conditions, Chu Guang would bet that these players could eat five meals a day and burp every time.

Coupled with the nomads who had taken refuge and the survivors who worked in the brick factory, Chu Guang did not dare to make the plan too rigid.

250 players is already a bit tight, and it would be safer if the food reserves should be more than twice the actual consumption.

"Speaking of which...should I go to Brown Farm to get some benefits?"

Looking at the warehouses of those looters, Brown Farm paid them a lot of protection fees.

How can we say that we have solved such a big trouble once and for all for the survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City? It doesn't make sense if we don't give you some thanks, right?

It's not a good idea to extend your hand directly. After all, it's not suitable for civilized people to do the work of bandits. You have to find a way to get them to offer it.

Chu Guang touched his chin and began to formulate ideas.

But at this moment, Xiao Qi, who was squatting aside and playing with the drone, suddenly raised his camera.

"Master, a guest is here."

…

Outside the south gate.

Braving the wind and snow all the way, Yu Hu rushed towards the outpost base in a hurry.

When he arrived at the south gate, he happened to see Chu Guang standing at the door. His eyes suddenly lit up, he waved his fist holding the envelope tightly, and shouted loudly from a distance.

"Brother Chu!"

Looking at Yu Hu who was trotting over with a worried look on his face, Chu Guang asked.

"What's wrong with you? You're so anxious."

Did something happen at home?

Yu Hu put his hands on his knees and spoke out of breath.

"Charlie...is the old butler of the grocery store. He asked me to bring you a letter!"

To be honest, when Charlie handed him the letter and asked it to be delivered here, Yu Hu was so scared that his heart almost stopped.

After all, there are rules on Beit Street, and you cannot do business with outside caravans privately. If you are discovered, you will be severely punished!

Therefore, Yu Hu had been very careful and avoided old Charlie, but unexpectedly he was discovered!

Whether Brother Chu is an outsider or not is another matter. What Yu Hu couldn't figure out was that old Charlie neither blamed himself nor reported himself to the mayor or the guard, but handed him the envelope with the bloody handprint. On hand.

Yu Hu was illiterate and didn't know what was written on the envelope, but looking at the bloody handprint, he always had an ominous premonition.

So, without daring to stay for a moment, he immediately rushed over from Beit Street with the letter and delivered the letter here.

"Come to the house with me and talk."

He took Yu Hu to the reception room on the first floor of the nursing home.

Chu Guang lit the brazier smoothly, sat down on the chair next to him, opened the envelope with bloody handprints and glanced at it.

There are two letters inside.

One of them was written by the old mayor...oh no, it should be said that it was written by the old leech.

The content is probably to tell the predators of the Blood Hand Clan that there is a group of survivors in Linghu Wetland Park. Skipping those high-sounding reasons and respectful wording, all the black and white words in the article can be summed up in four words - killing with a borrowed knife.

The other one is old Charlie's handwriting.

And judging from the ink marks, it should have been written not long ago.

【

Dear Administrator, my name is Charlie and I am a survivor living on Beit Street.

I believe you have read the other letter in the envelope, and you must be furious at the content of the letter.

No offense intended, I understand how you feel. In fact, like you, I could hardly believe my ears and eyes when I heard that our respected mayor was colluding with looters and trying to encourage them to attack our neighbors.

I tried to persuade him and told him that this was not a good choice, but despite his words, he still insisted on sending this letter to the plunderers.

This kind of behavior has exceeded the bottom line of morality. No matter what kind of contradiction it is, I don't think it can, or at least should not, be arbitrated by a group of villains who eat people but don't spit out bones.

We have had enough of unreasonable oppression. The people of Beit Street long for civilization! As long as you are willing, we are willing to make every effort to cooperate with your actions and drive that vampire away from his castle! Every Orion in Beit Street will be grateful for your kindness!

】

Good guy.

This is giving myself a knife.

The charcoal in the brazier raised a handful of sparks.

Chu Guang lowered the two letters in his hand slightly, looked at Yu Hu who was sitting on the chair opposite, thought for a moment and said.

"Do you know what the old housekeeper wrote in this letter?"

Yu Hu was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

"The old butler didn't tell me...he only said it was a very important matter, related to your safety."

It's okay if it concerns our safety.

Chu Guang smiled.

It’s certain that Old Leech didn’t know that the Bloody Hand clan was gone, otherwise he wouldn’t have come up with such a stupid idea to send a message to the dead.

In fact, this is easy to understand. Beit Street is far away from the abandoned tire factory. Those scavengers will not explore north along the elevated highway out of the city unless they have to. After all, they all know that it is not safe. Who would take the initiative to approach those looters? Where is their home base?

The only suspense now is one - there are some truths in the letter written by old Charlie.

There are two possibilities.

One possibility is that old Charlie sent someone to deliver the letter first, and after discovering that the Bloody Hand Clan's stronghold had been taken away, he sent the old mayor's letter to him.

Another possibility is that, as old Charlie wrote in his letter, because the mayor's actions exceeded his bottom line, he decided to stand on the side of justice and resist with the survivors of Beit Street. The tyranny of the mayor.

In fact, it doesn't matter which version of the story you believe. Things like reasons are never important. You can even make up one after everything is over.

Chu Guang's heart moved slightly.

A brilliant idea suddenly occurred to him.

Not only can he legitimately bring Beit Street into his sphere of influence, but he can also let the people of Brown Farm take the initiative to send tribute to him.

"...Your mayor is really nothing."

Seeing Chu Guang's suddenly serious face, Yu Hu, who was sitting opposite, was slightly startled, and his expression became nervous.

"Town, mayor? Isn't this letter written by old Charlie?"

"There are two letters inside, one is written by old Charlie, and the other...the one that was originally stuffed inside, was written by your mayor himself to the Bloody Hand clan."

"Written to the Bloody Hand Clan?!"

Yu Hu's eyes widened, and his mind couldn't turn around for a while.

He remembered that Brother Chu seemed to have said before that those predators would not bother them again. Moreover, he also saw Zhao Shu who was kidnapped by the looters here, and heard that Yang Ergou was also alive.

Why does the mayor write letters to dead people?

Wait, the mayor still exchanges letters with those looters? !

The news is more exciting than the last.

Looking at Yu Hu who was in chaos, Chu Guang continued calmly.

"That's right. And judging from the content of the letter, your mayor plans to incite the plunderers of the Bloody Hand clan to come and rob us."

"Encouraging looters to rob you?! How dare he-"

Chu Guang nodded.

"In fact, after we broke through the Blood Hand Clan's stronghold, we did find some interesting things in their stronghold. There are various signs that your mayor seems to have reached some kind of secret alliance with them. He is not simply You were blackmailed by the plunderers, but you actively cooperated with the plunderers to harvest your property... Do you understand what I mean?"

After listening to what Chu Guang said, Yu Hu's face was filled with incredible shock.

The words were said to this extent, even if his brain was weak, he could still understand them.

What he just couldn't figure out was why the mayor would do this?

"I'm going back and telling the people in town!"

Yu Hu suddenly stood up from the chair, his face was full of anger, and he clenched his fists.

"That bastard, he lied to all of us!"

"Don't be impulsive." Chu Guang stood up with him, "I'm glad you're on my side, but you are Xiaoyu's brother, and I can't watch you die in vain."

"...Death?"

"Do you think if you just go back and shout, the other survivors on Beit Street will immediately believe what you say?"

Yu Hu's face turned red and he stiffened his neck and said.

"I...I can convince them!"

Chu Guang shook his head.

"Words of persuasion mean nothing, your mayor will convince them with a gun."

Yu Hu was eager to argue, but he couldn't speak coherently. He only hated himself for being too stupid.

Chu Guang was not surprised by his reaction.

After all, if he was a thoughtful person, he wouldn't have been sent by old Charlie to deliver this letter.

"Am I just looking at him like this and keeping everyone in the dark?"

"of course not."

Chu Guang put his hand on Yu Hu's shoulder and gave him a firm look.

"This is not your fault alone. That old leech's stupidity and shamelessness have exceeded the bottom line of what we can tolerate."

"I'll go with you!"

At the same time, all players carrying VMs near the outpost all received a mission pop-up window——

[Mission: Liberate Beit Street]