This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 318: The business of this game company is too extensive!

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"Holy shit...are these dogs crazy?"

Inside a semi-collapsed residential building.

Standing in the open bathroom with a missing ceiling, Ye Shi held a telescope in his hand and stared at the street three hundred meters away. . .

It is now five o'clock in the morning, the sun has not risen yet, but the sky is already bright.

I saw about fifty looters following closely next to a truck with steel plates welded on it. There was one - no, to be precise, it should be four machine guns!

I don’t know if it was because the 12mm heavy machine guns were not enough, but the Ya clan’s predators also connected the light machine guns in a row, and they were connected in a row using iron wires, steel bars and screws.

This made Ye Shi couldn't help but think of the four-piece Maxim that he had seen in the movie. It was almost the same as this thing.

The only difference is that one is water-cooled and the other is slightly more advanced air-cooled.

However, intuition tells Ye Shi that these predators probably did not learn it from film and television works, but from the Skeleton Corps' quadruple anti-aircraft cards.

"7mm machine gun anti-aircraft...what genius has the idea." Fang Chang couldn't help but complain.

Lao Bai, who was sitting nearby and chewing wheat cakes, said with a smile.

"Don't tell me, if the supply of this thing can keep up, the density of firepower may be scary to death. Just Brother Mosquito's wooden plane, it only takes half a second to come down from the sky."

Bangfeng touched the bridge of his nose with his index finger.

"...In terms of effect, we probably really hurt them that night."

Watching the patrol disappear at the corner of the street, Ye Shi put down his binoculars and sighed.

"That's what I said, but it's a bit uncomfortable now that they are all in a group."

The AI ​​in this game is very smart.

Not only will it cut the player's leeks, but it will also adjust the AI's action strategy in real time based on the player's game behavior. It turned out that the Predator, who could only stare at the plane, started DIYing anti-aircraft weapons.

What's that called?

Yes!

Machine learning!

It is indeed the only fully immersive virtual reality online game in the world, and the AI ​​technology is also incredibly powerful.

Lao Bai, who was eating the cake, said calmly.

"Don't worry, the Ya clan is dispatching troops to the front line recently. We just need to keep an eye on their tanks."

At present, the Burning Legion has been broken into pieces and scattered in the city. It is still a bit difficult to rely on a four-person team to confront the Marauder Centurion head-on.

But it doesn't matter.

They can call in air strikes.

Usually, the Predators' tanks are hidden in underground garages, but now they are all moving to the front line. They don't need to go up and confront the tanks head-on. As long as they lock the approximate location of the tanks, the players flying the plane will naturally give them a surprise.

In just one week, the Burning Corps has called for air strikes and scrapped four Conqueror 10s. Although another one was not scrapped, it was also paralyzed.

Without the support of logistical supplies, with the hands-on ability of this group of barbarians, the most they can do is repair a track. As for the broken engine or even the oil pipe, it is basically the same as being scrapped.

"It seems that no tanks will pass by this street today." Fang Chang glanced at the time on the VM, and the sky not far away was already turning white.

Lao Bai threw away the paper wrapping the wheat biscuits and stood up from the floor with the rifle.

"Find a safe place to log off."

While talking, a soft creaking sound suddenly came from downstairs.

The four people were immediately alert.

Lao Bai quickly moved to the entrance of the living room and leaned out half of his body to hold the stairs. Immediately afterwards, the strong wind released the "Firefly" drone, which flew out from the damaged ceiling and landed outside the residential building.

Ye Shi said in a deep voice: "I don't feel any killing intent... The other party probably didn't notice us, or they weren't sure of our specific location."

"Searching..." Guangfeng, who was operating the drone, suddenly paused and was stunned for a moment.

I saw a slightly childish face hidden in the window downstairs. It was difficult to tell his gender from his unkempt appearance. Bangfeng could only tell that he was not very old. Even taking into account the impact of malnutrition on development, he was only seven or eight years old at most.

The pair of dark eyes stared motionlessly at the drone outside the window, their pupils filled with anxiety, nervousness and curiosity.

He probably thought he was well hidden, but little did he know that the camera could clearly see the situation in the room.

"It should be a local survivor...a child." As he spoke, Guangfeng synchronized the drone's footage to his teammates' VMs.

Fang Chang asked cautiously.

"Are there other people around? Or weapons?"

There were a lot of young soldiers among the predators, and he did not relax his vigilance just because the other party was a child.

Bangfeng shook his head.

"I haven't seen it...I have never seen such a thin predator."

"Alarm cleared."

At least temporarily lifted...

Lao Bai breathed a sigh of relief, put away the rifle in his hand, and turned off the safety.

This game is too realistic in some places.

Even if the dream filter filters out most of the sensory stimulation that exceeds the tolerance limit, for players who have a strong sense of substitution, behavior that exceeds the limit will still feel mentally uncomfortable.

For example, seeing looters throwing living people into oil pans...

If possible, he really doesn't want to treat someone younger than him as his opponent.

Patting Fang Chang's shoulder, Lao Bai said.

"Let's go, get ready to change places."

It's dawn.

It is impossible for the Predator tank to come out during the day. There is no point in continuing to squat. It is better to go offline and go to the official website to recharge for a while.

But at this moment, players are all online. From 6pm to 12pm, the official website belongs to cloud players.

During this period, they were fighting at night every day, and their schedules were completely disrupted...

Go to the stairs.

Old Bai suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, the airdrop box from last night has not been collected yet. Go pick it up before going offline."

Ye Shi asked curiously.

“Didn’t you say you’re not in a hurry to recycle it?”

Lao Bai did not answer this question, but took out a large bag of green wheat cakes left in his backpack and placed it on the floor.

"I changed my mind."

Fang sighed.

"You'd better not take the game too seriously. In the setting, there are at least five or six thousand survivors in this city. Airdrops of supplies can't help at all. I really want to save them from dire straits. It’s better to get rid of the predators as soon as possible.”

Lao Bai smiled.

"I know, just think of it as my self-satisfaction."

The group left.

Hear the sound disappear upstairs.

The boy tiptoed upstairs to see if the New Alliance soldiers had any garbage left for recycling.

For example, items such as bullet casings can be exchanged for food when taken to the resistance organization's stronghold.

But the boy didn't have high hopes for the bullet casings.

All night last night, these people didn't fire a single shot. If there were any bullet casings left, that would be considered a ghost.

Since the arrival of the group of plunderers, the survivor settlements have been destroyed one after another. The survivors have either been captured as slaves or hidden underground. Since there is no farmland, they can only grow some fungi that have low light requirements, or go outside to find wild green wheat, potato, or even eat soil and tree bark.

Originally, we could survive like this, but unfortunately, the plague broke out recently in Xizhou City. The production of mushroom fields has been seriously reduced. Wild crops such as green wheat and potato have almost disappeared from Xizhou City. The stronghold of the resistance organization has encountered unprecedented survival. crisis.

In the past, everyone could still receive very little relief food, but now even nutritional creams have to be picked up in the trash to replace them.

The boy originally wanted to join the guerrillas. He heard that the guerrillas were in charge of food, but he was too young. The other party looked left and right and didn't notice him, so he could only carry a sack and go to the street to scavenge.

Fortunately, soldiers from the New Alliance have recently joined the battlefield. Not only are these people better equipped than the guerrillas, they also have a good habit of waste.

These people never pick up the bullet casings dropped on the ground. Sometimes, when a sudden encounter occurs, they will throw away the half-eaten dry food without collecting it.

The guerrillas encouraged them to recycle bullet casings on the ground. 20 copper bullet casings can be exchanged for 100g of nutritional cream. Sometimes the boy couldn't help but think that it would be great if he had the chance to go to the new league.

The people in the New Alliance don't even want the bullet casings that fell on the ground. There must be endless garbage in their homes.

Up the stairs, the boy was about to enter the next room.

At this moment, he suddenly smelled a fragrance.

After sniffing, the boy looked for the scent.

When he saw the green wheat cake on the ground, his dark eyes widened instantly. Extremely hungry, he immediately pounced on it, grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

The feeling of happiness spread between the lips and teeth, and an incredible expression appeared on the waxy face.

He couldn't tell what it tasted like, and he had never tasted such delicious green wheat cake... By the way, was this really green wheat cake? Why does it have the smell of oil and no smell of oxalic acid at all!

How is it done?

Are these people the messengers of the big-antlered deer god? !

Finally swallowing the food in his mouth, the boy looked at the bag of green wheat cakes on the ground with greedy eyes. He stopped eating and carefully put them into the sack.

"Go back before dawn."

My sister will worry if she stays outside for a long time...

Silently thanking those generous people, the boy carefully put away the remaining wheat cakes, got into the small gap like a rabbit, and left the apartment in a flash.

He didn't know why the New Alliance soldiers kept these delicious delicacies.

As if he didn't know it at this moment, four pairs of eyes were following him behind him.

"Speaking of which... is it really okay for us to follow a child?" Ye Shi said with a strange expression.

Fang Chang did not answer this question directly.

In other words, I didn’t answer from the perspective of Ye Shi’s question.

"Let's make a bold assumption. Assume that an NPC's behavioral logic is to go out to forage. Then after collecting enough food, what is his next step?"

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment.

"...bringing food home?"

"Correct answer!" Fang Chang silently snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "As long as we follow him, we can find his home."

Ye Shi held his forehead.

"I told you...you wouldn't even dig through other people's scavengers' boxes."

Bangfeng also said something.

"I don't agree with this kind of behavior. I feel guilty for a few silver coins."

Fang Chang coughed.

"When did I ever say that I wanted to go through someone else's box? Am I such a dog?! I'm just curious about where he lives. Aren't you curious?"

Ye Shi and Kuang Feng looked at each other.

“Didn’t you say you live underground?”

"Well...it is written in the background information on the official website that the survivors of Xizhou City hid underground and dealt with the looters of the Bone Chewing Tribe, and established resistance organizations and guerrillas."

Fang Chang said heartbrokenly.

"Yes! You also know that they have established a resistance organization. After a rational analysis, if there is an organization, shouldn't there be a fixed stronghold? A survivor settlement is at our feet, and we have already arrived at the new map It’s been more than half a month, and I still don’t know where it is! Aren’t you curious what it looks like?”

Bangfeng was slightly stunned.

"A rational analysis... it can indeed be analyzed in this way."

"Hey, I just want to do a good thing, why do you have to make the problem so complicated..." Lao Bai scratched the back of his head with a headache, "Forget it, what you said makes sense."

It would definitely be helpful to them if they could get in touch with the local resistance organization.

It is strange to say that they have been here for more than half a month, and the local resistance organization has never contacted them.

Is it because players need to discover the program settings themselves?

"Are you going to collect the airdrop box later?" Ye Shi asked.

"We won't collect it anymore. It's going to be dawn soon. We'll collect it after it gets dark... Let's go meet the resistance organization here first." Lao Bai reached out and took away two bags from the square tactical bag. Green wheat cakes, "I'll give you two packets."

"Gan! You take what's in my backpack, I'm holding it on my chest to block bullets." Fang Chang reflexively ducked to the side and covered his chest with both hands.

Lao Bai couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"This can stop a **** bullet!"

Ye Shi: "Hahahaha."

Bang Feng coughed dryly.

"Don't lose the person... leave."

The group followed the boy, crossed two streets, walked for about two kilometers, and arrived at the entrance of a half-collapsed subway station.

The boy stopped at the entrance, looked around carefully, and then slipped in through the entrance.

Fang Chang and his group followed him, passed through the ticket gate of the subway station, and entered the tunnel from the platform.

There are a lot of rats here, and there are countless rats in the abandoned carriages. They are not afraid of people and even bar their teeth at them.

The boy pulled out a steel bar, waved it wildly a few times, drove the mouse away, and then immediately ran towards the depths of the tunnel.

"Are these all Brother Nan's little brothers?" Ye Shi, who was following behind, muttered in a low voice.

"You think he's too awesome... Don't worry about these rats, don't lose sight of the target." Intuition told Fang Chang that they were almost there.

The boy stopped in front of an iron door painted with green paint, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door rhythmically a few times.

Not long after, the door opened quickly.

The boy ducked in and disappeared from the tunnel.

It's like it never happened.

"...That should be the entrance to the underground settlement of survivors in Xizhou City!" Fang Chang's face was filled with excitement.

New map!

A hot post with 100,000+ likes is here!

Lao Bai touched his chin.

"I'm thinking how should we greet them? Just go up and knock on the door? Or should we say hello first?"

Bang Feng thought.

"I think it might be better to reveal your identity first."

Just when Lao Bai and Bang Feng were discussing how to greet each other, Ye Shi's expression suddenly changed slightly and he held the semi-automatic rifle in his hand.

"Someone is coming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps came from behind the tunnel.

I saw a group of men in shabby clothes appearing near the platform of the subway station. They carried iron-pipe rifles on their backs and woven bags in their hands. Judging from the shriveled bags, today's harvest should not be very good.

When they met Lao Bai and his group, they were obviously stunned for a moment, and then they immediately started shouting in panic and loaded the iron tube rifles in their hands.

The tense atmosphere suddenly heated up.

Putting his index finger on the safety, Lao Bai glanced at the weapons in the hands of those people and gave his good brother Fang Chang a look.

Fang Chang understood, lowered his gun, took a step forward, and shouted in Renlian, which he was not very familiar with.

"We are paratroopers of the New Alliance! We are here with peaceful purposes. I hope you can calm down!"

New Alliance paratroopers? !

Aren't they at war with the predators?

Why are you here?

The group of people standing at the entrance of the tunnel were obviously stunned. They obviously did not expect the people from the New Alliance to be here.

Maintaining his aiming posture, the man in the lead shouted nervously.

"...How can we believe you!"

Fang Changyan said concisely and comprehensively.

"Letting you continue to stand is our greatest sincerity. If you continue to target us, don't blame us."

"Stop it!"

The green-painted door opened.

A man in a leather jacket walked out.

Beside him stood two guards holding automatic rifles, followed by a boy. The boy was holding a bag in his hand and was looking at the four people in the middle of the tunnel anxiously.

Lao Bai looked at the boy and then at the man in the leather jacket. The angular face looks like it was cut with a knife, and the sharp pupils are easily reminiscent of jackals that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland.

He is a master.

Whether it is experience or strength.

Lao Bai made a mental evaluation.

While he was observing the man, the man was also looking at him with fearful eyes.

"Wu Chengyi, the mayor of Hope Town and the captain of the guerrillas, what is your name?" The man reported his family background.

"Lao Bai." Lao Bai didn't know how to pronounce the idiom "White Horse Passes Through the Gap" in human couplet, so he used the nickname everyone gave him.

Wu Chengyi didn't find it strange at all that this name obviously didn't look like his real name.

There are names for everything in the wasteland.

It doesn't matter what you call it.

"Are you from the New Alliance?"

Lao Bai, who was not good at human-linked language, looked to Fang Chang for help and asked him to make a rough guess based on his facial expressions and demeanor combined with the context, but normal communication was a bit difficult for him.

‘How should I respond? ’

‘I’ll do it. ’

Seeing the embarrassment of his good brother at a glance, Fang Chang took over the conversation and cooperated with VM's translation function to speak.

"Yes, we are loyal to the new alliance, loyal to the administrators, fighting to revive civilization, and are currently at war with the Bone Chewing Tribe... I heard that you are too, so we thought that the enemies of our enemies might become friends, So I came uninvited."

Is the enemy of my enemy my friend...

This may not be the case in the wasteland.

An enemy of an enemy may become a friend if he is evenly matched with himself. If there is a huge difference in strength, it may become the opponent's trophy.

The vast majority of survivors in Xizhou City have a favorable impression of the New Alliance, and even hold an unrealistic vision, but Wu Chengyi knows very well that there is no free lunch in this world.

As the leader of the resistance organization, he needs to consider more things. Before understanding the other party's motives, it is extremely dangerous to easily trust strangers.

Wu Chengyi stared at Fang Chang and continued.

"Last question, what do you think of us?"

"What do you think?"

Fang Chang was stunned for a moment, then understood what the man in front of him wanted to ask, thought for a moment and said.

"You are a group of... brave people. At least you have not surrendered. Of course, this is just my opinion. If you want to ask the manager for his opinion, you might as well ask him directly."

Wu Chengyi was slightly stunned.

"Is there any way you can contact him?"

Fang Chang gave him a strange look.

"Of course, our radio station can contact the rear at any time."

After hearing these words, expressions of joy appeared on the faces of everyone around.

After exchanging a few words in low voices with the guards beside him, Wu Chengyi signaled the guerrillas to put away their guns.

Walking alone in front of the players, he stretched out his right hand.

"...Thank you for extending a helping hand to us, and please forgive us for being wary. We have witnessed the death of too many compatriots in the past six months, and it is difficult for us to easily trust any strangers."

Fang Chang held his hand and shook it.

"Understood."

After a moment of pause, Wu Chengyi continued.

"I have considered your proposal just now."

"Please allow me to speak with your manager."

……

New Alliance Military Camp.

Chu Guang, who was sitting in the command room, was looking at the report sent from Qingshi County.

The survey work of the copper-molybdenum deposit has been completed, the construction equipment has been delivered, and the mining and smelting of the copper ore is currently in progress.

As of last weekend, the new alliance has become self-sufficient in industrial raw materials such as copper mines, molybdenum mines, and sulfur.

The transportation railway has also been laid from Yuanxi Town to Qingshi County.

Chu Guang paid special attention to the speeches on the forum by those professional players who were "sent to the geological park to explore mineral deposits" in the past few days.

Judging from the photos they took and what other cloud players discussed, the mining equipment left over from the early days of the Internet shocked everyone.

Especially in industrial design.

Although more than three hundred years have passed and the mining equipment displayed as antiques are no longer usable, the design ideas of some of the equipment still brought them a lot of inspiration.

The shock of a sudden enlightenment coming from the professional field is far stronger than the feeling brought to them by solid hydrogen and X-4 fiber for those small geological players.

All the young players involved in the exploration work couldn't help but sigh.

The business of this game company is too extensive!

"Master, there is new news about the Burning Corps you sent to Xizhou City." Xiao Qi's voice came to my ears.

Putting down the report sent by the logistics department, Chu Guang asked casually.

"What news?"

Xiao Qi continued.

"Your players have contacted local survivors. A man who claims to be the leader of the resistance wants to speak to you."

The resistance organization in Xizhou City?

To be honest, in his original plan, he had considered using the power of local survivors to deal with the Ya clan.

But that was a few versions ago.

With the cards in his hand now enough, there is no need to support the local resistance organizations. If they are too fat, it will affect the subsequent recruitment.

However, since they took the initiative to contact me...

This may be a good opportunity.

Chu Guang lightly tapped his index finger on the table. After thinking for a while, Chu Guang said.

"Make an appointment with them for me."

"Okay, Master!"

As his assistant, Xiao Qi was as reliable as ever today. After he finished speaking, she immediately went to help him arrange a time for a conference call.

Picking up the tablet on the table again, Chu Guang turned to the last document.

[Xizhou City Industrial Zone Development Plan (Draft)]

After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang added a line to the title.

[…and the reconstruction plan for new recovery areas and survivor settlements]

The number of survivors in Xizhou City is so large, plus the captives of the looters, that Dawn City’s population capacity cannot absorb them all at once.

The best way is to build a new settlement and place the survivors there.

It just so happened that he planned to transfer heavy industry from Qingquan City to Xizhou City, which was further away from Boulder City.

Looking at the document in his hand, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

"This cake..."

"Both players and indigenous people should like it."