This Game Is Too Realistic

North Gate, Bate Street.

Looking at the guns and ammunition being loaded onto the caravan and being transported out, Old Walter, who was guarding the prisoners, clicked his tongue, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"If that guy had fired the gun earlier, he might not have lost."

The survivors of Beit Street had never touched a gun because the mayor they respected had no intention of letting them afford one.

As for the reason, he can think of it clearly.

Compared with the predators who could be appeased with money, the hungry scavengers under his feet were what he was really afraid of.

Old Charlie, who had just returned from comforting the survivors, happened to hear this sentence, smiled lightly, and replied casually.

"The results are the same."

"Why?"

"Do you have faith?"

Old Walter was stunned.

"Belief?"

Charlie glanced at the blue coats who were energetic and sticking to their posts, and said meaningfully.

"they have."

What turned this world into a wasteland was never a terrible weapon, but the despair of witnessing the collapse of heaven.

Before being sold here, he had seen a rich man plowing his fields with a bionic robot, a war madman who installed a nuclear fusion engine on an airship, and a man who installed eight modified prosthetics to transform himself into an octopus. madman.

Many of his compatriots who came out of the same shelter with him were apparently good people before the door opened, but they went crazy not long after they came out.

There are also many people who choose to commit suicide because they cannot accept the cruel reality.

But these blue coats seem to be completely another extreme.

how to say……

They seem a little too optimistic?

Old Charlie couldn't think of how to describe their state.

But one thing is certain, if even the despair of the collapse of heaven cannot destroy them, then there must be some kind of powerful belief in their hearts to support them.

Not noticing what old Charlie was thinking, the two young players standing guard at the door were passing the time with nonsense.

"I have the following six views on the situation in Afghanistan..."

"You are right, but the permanent population of the Vatican is 800 people, and there are 47 million kangaroos in Australia alone. If kangaroos decide to invade the Vatican, then each Vatican will have to kill 58,750 kangaroos."

"By the way, that old man seems to be looking at us?"

"Are you planning to do a mission for us?"

"No, there's no exclamation mark on the map, and he's not wearing a VM."

"Forget it, let's forget about that old guy... By the way, where did I just say it?"

…

The generator that supplies power to the castle is located on the first floor. It is the same one that Chu Guang bought from Liszt before. It is a combination of wood vaporizer + gas generator.

However, the power of this wood generator is much greater than the one Chu Guang bought before. With four feed inlets connected to four huge cylinders, the maximum output power can actually reach 150KW!

Placing a generator in this castle is a waste.

Chu Guang planned to take it back.

The current "power grid" of the outpost is only 10KW, which is already very tight to power an active material extractor.

150KW can do a lot of things!

However, Chu Guang still had to use it before moving it back.

The players skillfully stuffed the firewood into the feed port and turned on the switch. As the generator started working again, the lighting in the castle was restored.

Carrying a sledgehammer, Chu Guang stepped into the castle and took the elevator directly to the top floor.

According to player reports, this is the old mayor's study.

Chu Guang asked them not to look through the things here, and they would wait until he came to talk about everything.

These players obeyed the instructions very obediently, but except for the study room, only the walls were not chewed off by them.

The elevator stops.

Looking at the fireplace directly opposite and the firewood neatly stacked in triangular piles in the fireplace, Chu Guang couldn't help but click his tongue.

"It's so corrupt."

Even the corridors are heated!

Doesn't this old leech usually wear clothes at home?

The picture was a bit jarring, so Chu Guang decided it would be better not to think about it.

Passing through the carpeted corridor, Chu Guang went straight to the study room marked by him with a special mark on the VM map.

This is more like a collection room than a study room.

In addition to some collections of poems and cooking recipes from the pre-war era, there are also some strange knick-knacks and ornaments on the bookshelves.

Chu Guang reached out and took out a small brass-colored pistol from the bookshelf. He held it in his hand and examined it for a while, then pointed it at the wall and pulled the trigger, only to see a small flame coming out of the muzzle.

"lighter?"

In addition to the lighter that looks like a pistol, there is also a Beetle clock made of gold springs and gears, which looks valuable.

Chu Guang even found a few gold bars in a rusty iron box.

It seems that gold is not a rare thing in Qingquan City, at least not as valuable as those colorful chips.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be what was thrown here.

"Tsk, this iron cock."

"I really didn't even have a single chip left for me!"

He admired his trophy for a while.

Chu Guang put these flashy things aside for the time being, and his eyes fell on the radio on the desk.

Walking forward, he reached out and pressed the switch.

After a brief pause, melodious and soothing music and noisy electric sounds soon floated out from the old speaker.

Chu Guang was surprised.

"There's actually a signal?"

Is it from Boulder?

Or another survivor gathering place...

Chu Guangzheng was planning to tune in to see if there were other channels.

However, just when his hand touched the black knob, the melodious and soothing music stopped abruptly and was replaced by a glib host.

"...there was a fight involving hundreds of people. A group of refugees suspected of coming from the north, armed with rifles made of water pipes, attacked the local survivor settlement. The most advanced weapon was a funny smoothbore cannon?"

"Tsk, tsk, it's so cruel. We saw the refugees blowing open the doors of local people's houses with black powder and smashing their heads with gun butts. They hung the men on the city gate and tied the women with ropes. Old women ranging from one to fifty years old were all dragged into dark alleys... Tsk, tsk, tsk, these beasts are really so savage."

Chu Guang: "...?"

Is this host on drugs?

Why are they stupid words?

The window of the study room faces the Fifth Ring Road in the north of Qingquan City.

Chu Guang looked out the window and could only vaguely see rows of jagged and crooked ruins of high-rise buildings and the remains of viaducts.

The urban areas farther away are either blocked or blurred by winter fog.

"...Can you actually see this place from Boulder City?"

Or are they setting up observation stations along the Fifth Ring Road or on a certain high-rise building? Observe secretly with a large telescope?

Chu Guang's eyebrows raised slightly.

interesting.

The sound on the radio continued to play.

After arranging the barbaric deeds of the northern refugees, the host on the radio changed the topic and inserted an advertisement into the news.

"The continued unrest in the northern part of the River Valley Province is threatening the security of the southern region. Jushi Military Industry reminds you that guns are the foundation of life. For your safety, we solemnly recommend to you our latest product-Salamander Assault Rifle , dragon fruit grenade launchers and Crowbar brand bread supplied in the canteen of Workshop 1.”

“If even that doesn’t keep your neighbors calm, we also offer a range of military outsourcing services including persuasion and mediation.”

"As long as you have enough chips in your pocket, the mercenaries of Boulder City will never let you down!"

…

[Mission: Liberate Beit Street (Completed)]

[Explanation: The flag of Vault 404 was flying on the castle on Beit Street. Our enemies fled, dropped their weapons and surrendered. Although the whereabouts of the old leech are unknown, it does not matter. The people of Beit Street will thank us and they will embrace a better tomorrow. 】

[Reward: 50 silver coins, 100 contribution points, a chance to draw a lottery, a bottle of 330 ml wine, and Xiaoyu’s thanks. 】

At noon.

Almost at the same time, they received the reminder that the mission was completed, and the players standing in front of the castle had expressions of surprise on their faces.

"Eh?! Am I blinded? What are the lottery opportunities?"

"Hey guys, the closed beta hasn't even started yet, but the lottery function has been implemented!"

"The next function of blind guessing is to draw cards!"

"Operator: Testing the money-making system is also part of the closed beta test. If you don't feel comfortable, don't play. It's ridiculous to do it manually."

"I smoke! Hey, you actually exploded a brass pistol lighter?!"

"Damn it, I'm here too...Gan! Why the hell did I smoke a potato!"

"Hahahahaha, the Africans are real!"

certainly.

Not everyone is busy drawing draws either.

For example, a girl with short hair.

"Thank you from the little fish! Oh wow, how can the little fish thank the tail! Will the tail give me a hug? Can I pick it up and take a bite?"

Sis, who was standing aside, sighed and poked Tails' arm with the butt of his gun.

"Don't blame me for not warning you. If you are too perverted, you will be kicked off the line."

Chu Guang asked Xiao Qi to develop the lottery function last night. He never found a chance to use it, so he edited it first and tried it in the task rewards.

So far, the feedback from players seems to be pretty good?

Although the prizes in the prize pool are all gadgets that do not affect the balance of the game, occasionally one or two European emperors' excited shouts can always push the atmosphere of the scene to a climax.

What surprised Chu Guang was that judging from the reactions of players, the generally recognized SSSR was not an iron-tube rifle priced at 150 silver coins, but a useless "brass pistol."

The brass-colored appearance looks very "golden legend", and the cool shape is even more popular.

The only drawback is that you can't fire a gun, you can only light a cigarette. After all, this thing is a lighter.

However, this is not important!

Anyone who has played "The Division" knows that weapons with names may not be as useful as those orange equipment with popular names, but people will still keep them as collectibles and use them to pretend to be a big brother on the forum to trick newbies.

The same goes for "Wasteland OL".

"Legendary" weapons do not provide any damage bonus to bullets. Whether it is a submachine gun or a bear's shotgun, except for having a unique story, it is no better than the iron tube rifles bought from Boulder City. .

Of course, it doesn't mean that Old Leech's lighter is completely useless. After all, players in the outpost now mainly rely on matches to light fires.

This kind of lighter with piezoelectric ceramics is relatively "high-tech".

Brother Mosquito, who had drawn a potato, shouted angrily in the square.

"Bad review! Why not hold an auction this time! I want that old leech's lighter!"

The players around him looked at him with a smile.

Let you raise your cards blindly!

I won’t follow the G group rules this time, so I’m probably dumbfounded.

[Maka Bazi], who drew the lighter, smiled playfully and wished he could wear the VM around his neck to show off.

"Do you want 1,000 silver coins? It's just this chance."

"Gan! A lighter sells for 1,000! You are robbing money!"

Who the hell can come up with four figures!

Brother Ba raised his eyebrows proudly.

He had no intention of selling it, so the price was of course false.

"1,000 silver once, 1,000 silver twice... Is there anyone else raising a card? No? Very good, now it's 1,500."

Mosquito: "%￥#@!"

After the task is completed, the rewarded silver coins and contribution points will be credited immediately.

As for the prizes drawn and the wine rewarded by the mission, you need to wait to collect them at the NPC's warehouse after returning to the outpost.

It's better to save the drinking for the victory dinner.

If he were to distribute the wine to the players now, Chu Guang would be really worried that these little fools would drink it and lose their connection on the spot, and would have to arrange for someone to carry it back to them.

That's just causing trouble for yourself.

In addition to the rewards that everyone can receive, there are also some players who perform additional tasks who will receive additional rewards. These rewards are mainly composed of silver coins and copper coins, which will not affect the balance and will not make those who have not received Players who arrive suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In fact, Chu Guang has recently been considering developing an additional military merit system in addition to the contribution system, and producing some electronic medals and military ranks to further separate the growth paths of life professional players and combat professional players.

However, other problems will arise.

Sure enough, it is better to wait until there are more people in the future and players need to go outside to expand the territory, and then consider enriching this part of the gameplay.

Castle entrance.

Chu Guang found old Charlie and asked him to make a simple statistics on the supplies on Beit Street.

For this work, old Charlie can be said to be familiar with it. He quickly found the account book left in the warehouse and took Chu Guang to the granary to check it.

"The granary on Beit Street has a total of 8,000 kilograms of potato chips, 12,000 kilograms of green wheat, 5,000 kilograms of cabbage, 800 kilograms of dried meat, 30 kilograms of coarse salt, and two sacks of pepper and Sichuan peppercorns... All supplies are counted here Every material withdrawal is recorded in the account book, please take a look."

With that said, Old Charlie respectfully handed the crumpled account book to Chu Guang's hands.

After Chu Guang took the account book, he glanced at it roughly.

What surprised him was that in addition to the grain reserves, there were actually two 500g bags of refined salt and 20 kilograms of white sugar in the warehouse.

There’s even soy sauce and vinegar!

This old leech's food is quite good.

"What about the material reserves besides food and ordnance?"

Old Charlie replied respectfully.

"The warehouse stores mainly furs for trading, which can be found at the back of this ledger. But after Liszt's caravan came last time, people from the Bloody Hand clan came here again to extort money. The warehouse There’s not much left in it.”

"In addition, there are 173 chips and a hyena cub fur over there at the grocery store. Although they are not in the ledger, I have packed them for you and they are on the table at the door of the warehouse."

Chu Guang nodded.

173 chips is a considerable sum.

As for the batch of furs that Old Leech gave Bloody Hand, they are currently wading in his warehouse. Some of them seem to have been bought by Teng Teng and made into clothes, and many players are wearing them.

Just when he was about to let Old Charlie take him around the warehouse, a gray-faced young player came over from the direction of the castle.

"Master Manager!"

Looking at Midnight Killing Chicken who came back alone, Chu Guang probably guessed the result, but still looked at him and asked.

"How is it going?"

Midnight Killer said with a look of shame.

"...When we went down, there was an explosion in the passage, and then the sewage reached the soles of our shoes. We continued to move forward, and soon encountered several frightened rats and mutated cockroaches... We solved them After them, we used shovels to try to clear away the collapsed rubble, but the wooden beams of the passage were broken, and while we were digging, the front collapsed, so we had no choice but to withdraw."

Sewage?

It seems that the underground passage of this wine cellar should be connected to the sewer of Qingquan City. When the old leech used the explosive, he probably exploded the water pipe buried nearby.

After listening to the report on the midnight chicken killing, Chu Guang did not blame him, but just nodded.

"I understand, you have done a good job, there is no need to blame yourself."

Forget it if you can't find it.

The survivors of Beit Street already know the old leech's crimes. No matter whether he is dead or not, the people here will never let him come back.

After speaking, Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and slid it on the VM screen, clicking "Confirm Complete" on the little player's task.

Watching [Midnight Killing Chicken] leave with a happy expression, Chu Guang then looked at old Charlie and threw the account book in his hand.

"I will take away all the supplies in the warehouse. As for the food, I will take away half of it. The rest will be temporarily placed here for the residents of Beit Street to purchase. Keep the ledger and I will have people check it regularly."

"In addition, the official currency of Beit Street has been changed to copper coins and silver coins. The previous chips can still be used, but they are no longer actively put on the market. In the future, if a villager preys on you in exchange for money, you will pay him directly silver coins and copper coins."

It may be difficult to implement a new currency at the beginning, but Chu Guang will use the lever of price to make his own choice in a subtle way.

The same item is cheaper to buy with silver coins, so survivors will naturally tend to use the new currency for transactions.

After hearing Chu Guang's instructions, Charlie immediately understood what he meant, nodded understandingly and said.

"I understand what you mean."

Chu Guang nodded.

At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly remembered that there was one important thing he had not said. So, he watched old Charlie clear his throat, raise his voice, and continue speaking with a solemn expression.

"The tyranny has been overthrown, and a new order will come to the survivors of Beit Street."

"From now on, you are the new mayor."

"I will pay you a salary of 400 silver coins every month, and your first task is to draft a set of rules in black and white as a plan for the first law of Beit Street. Everything here from now on will be in accordance with Let it be done according to what is written in the law.”

Charlie looked a little surprised.

Although he guessed that Chu Guang would probably ask him to help him clean up the mess here, the salary and the law were honestly beyond his expectation.

Does this gentleman still think that this world can be saved?

Although he was full of confusion, old Charlie didn't say anything, he just lowered his head respectfully and happily accepted the appointment.

"As you command, my lord."

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(Brother, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I take half a day off to reunite with my family and collect materials. There is only one update today, but this update is still quite large. You can praise me, I will continue to work hard tomorrow!)