This Game is Too Real Chapter 137

  Chapter 137 War Reporter Xiao Qi and Director Chu

   Near the east gate of Wetland Park.

  The firefight between players and mutants continues.

After the    edge paddling led the team to steal the head, he led the team to fight and retreat, followed the retreat route marked on the VM map, and quickly retreated to the evacuation point on the adjacent street.

  It stands to reason that the general FPS game is almost cleared here.

   But for an open world game like "Wasteland OL", the hatred value of a monster doesn't seem to depend on how far it is from its hometown, but really depends on how much it wants to tear you apart.

  The mutants who came out chasing the fringe dude did not swarm into the ambush circle, but divided into three teams to outflank.

   And this also led to the fact that in addition to the mutants who rushed to the street first and were caught by surprise by the players who were ambushed here, the remaining two teams of mutants were almost full of rage and entered the battlefield.

   Fifteen against thirty.

   Even if the players have an advantage in numbers, only twice the advantage is obviously not enough to fill the gap in levels and attributes.

   The battle situation became tense for a while.

   "Hey! How thick is this mutant's blood?!"

   "Two guns don't fall in the chest, do you have to hit the head to die?!"

   "It's disgusting, you can't fight without an anti-material rifle!"

   "Anti-equipment rifles are probably not very useful. It's not a problem of wearing them. It's just as good as wearing them. I think at least a recoilless gun or pottery!"

   "What the fuck? Brother, you are also playing with loofah, wait a while and hit the street together to open the black!"

   "Uh, I play Granny 3 a lot... I don't understand what you said."

   "The dog is planning to get up and work! The blood speed this time is too unreasonable!"

   After a few rounds of cold arrows, the mutants gradually began to discover that these humans seemed to have no other means other than a few small water pipes.

   There also seemed to be no other reinforcements around.

A hideous smile gradually appeared on the face of   . The mutants who were close enough carried the hood and door removed from the wreckage of the car as shields.

   Looking at the fallen teammate next to him, remembering the man's promise, a sad and indignant expression appeared on his face as he stroked the edge of the water.

   "Brother, this is my VM, take it back for me!"

  The player was stunned for a moment, and said dumbfounded.

   "Fuck? What are you doing?"

   "I said I would bring all the brothers back alive, but it turned out that I was left alone."

   The more I talked, the more embarrassed I felt, and my heart was full of sadness when I paddled at the edge. The love gun that was so fast to touch also stuffed it into the hands of my teammates, and picked up the spear on the ground.

   "You withdraw, I'm going to fight with these dogs—"

Before the    voice fell, there was a loud bang.

  I saw a mutant soldier who left the bunker and rushed over, his head exploded in a burst of blood mist, and fell to the side.

   Looking at the sudden scene, the players who were squatting behind the cover and shooting were stunned.

  What the hell?

what happened?

   Could it be that the master planned to get up and work? !

   The mutants who had just rushed halfway were also dumbfounded.

What about the    head?

   Why is it gone? !

   Time did not stop due to the stunned force of the two sides, and the sonic boom that pierced the air sounded like scattering beans!

   The metal projectile that was accelerated to Mach 5 by the electromagnetic rail burst out, and suddenly poured out from the side of the street like a storm.

  The mutant warriors who rushed to the street were instantly turned over by the sudden fire, and their stumps and arms fluttered.

  Some mutants didn't even have time to wailing, they were smashed into a sieve by the mass bullets that were shot, and they fell in a pool of blood and stopped breathing.

   Not to mention flesh and blood.

   Even a homogeneous steel plate with a thickness of less than 20mm is like a piece of paper in the face of this terrifying kinetic energy.

   Looking at the four power armors walking out of the shadows, and the flashing arc of the muzzle, the eyes of the players squatting behind the cover all stared straight.

   "I'm going...what is this?!"

   "Power armor! Awesome! It's the power armor in the official website setting!"

   "They are allies?!"

   "Probably? Looks like they're here to trouble the mutants!"

   "The planner is awesome!"

   "This is too handsome..."

   There were envious expressions on the faces of many small players.

  The streamlined ergonomic design, angular breastplate and shoulder armor, perfectly fit the violent aesthetics in their hearts.

   And the amazingly powerful Gauss Rifle!

  These green-skinned muscle guys are like paper in front of it.

   To sum it up in one sentence, it's so handsome!

   "Don't brag, I'll bet this group of people is at least level 30!"

   "Not necessarily, the strong one is the equipment and not the person, give me a whole set, and I can do it too!"

   "Blow it! But then again, there doesn't seem to be a level limit for the equipment of the Wasteland OL?"

   "I see in the settings that some weapons seem to have attribute requirements. For example, the manager's hammer has a high demand for strength... At least in the settings."

   "What would you say if you hammer the power armor's breastplate with the administrator's hammer?"

   "emmm...ask the plan."

  The battlefield turned into a one-sided carnage.

  The players have stopped firing, stood up from the side, and completely handed over the dominance of the battlefield to this group of friendly troops who suddenly entered the battlefield.

   Their little water pipes can't help anyway.

   It's better to save some bullets and watch the plot.

In the middle of the storm, instead of retreating, the agitated mutants roared and charged towards the four power armors, waving out their muscular arms, stones, javelins, and axes. go up.

   However, in the face of the thick armored steel plate, these attacks are no different from scratching, only making a tinkling sound on the armor.

   is like a cavalry attacking a tank frontally.

   The reckless behavior of these mutants hastened their demise.

   "Did these beasts grow muscles into their brains? It's okay to rush at these survivors, how dare they rush into power armor?"

   Looking at the axe that bounced off his chest, a Marine grinned, pulled the overheated barrel out of the magnet rail, put a new one in, and pulled the trigger to continue firing.

   "Hahaha, I agree! The green monsters on the east coast at least know how to put two useless steel plates on their chests!"

   Less than three minutes after they stepped into the battlefield, most of the mutants had been killed or injured, and the streets were full of stumps, broken arms and **** corpses.

  The battlefield is brutal!

  Battle has basically stopped.

  Lu Yang raised his right fist to signal a ceasefire to his teammates, and was about to step forward to check the situation of his allies.

   However, at this time, a mutation protruded!

   Under the shadows beside the street, a furious roar suddenly came.

   I saw a green-skinned muscular guy with red fruit on his upper body, standing up with an iron bucket in his arms, and slammed it forward with force.

   With the most primitive brute force, he threw the iron bucket and anger at these iron lumps who slaughtered his teammates.

  Fuse burnt out!

   The iron barrel full of explosives exploded in mid-air!

  Although the mutant who suddenly erupted was instantly smashed into a sieve by the soldiers who responded, the billowing smoke and shrapnel swallowed the nearest power armor.

The    flying shrapnel obviously did not damage the armor, leaving only some small scratches. However, due to the angle, the shock wave of the explosion shook the shoulders of the Marine Corps soldier.

   "cough-cough-"

   A messy cough in the communication channel.

   The stunned Marine Corps staggered out of the smoke, with the Gaussian gun on the ground, his right hand pressed against the undamaged helmet, shaking his dazed head vigorously.

The teammates next to    saw this and went up to help him.

   "Grass...Brother, are you all right?"

   "He's okay, maybe he's laughing out of his mind."

   "Fuck... **** you! Cough... I feel like I need to see a doctor."

   "A dentist?"

   "Maybe Anorectal, I suspect he was taken aback and swallowed the chewing gum in his mouth."

"To shut up!"

   reprimanded the teammate who made the gag, Lu Yang reached out and grabbed the comrade who was involved in the explosion, pinched his shoulders and made him look at him, staring at his helmet and said seriously.

   "Are you okay?"

   Taking a deep breath, the soldier nodded.

   "I... ok!"

"very good!"

   patted his shoulder armor, Lu Yang nodded affirmatively, then raised his right fist and waved it forward, making an offensive gesture.

   "Keep going!"

   "Let's get rid of all the bugs before the sun goes down."

   "Not one left!"

far away.

   Chu Guang, who was peeping through the drone, told Xiao Qi to capture the wonderful moment while commenting on the combat effectiveness of these people.

   "...It seems that this power armor is not completely invincible. I thought it would at least be equipped with a nitrogen shield, or something else on it."

   "However, explosives that can withstand dozens of kilograms at such extreme distances are also very strong. Humanoid tanks are a bit exaggerated, but there are definitely humanoid armored vehicles."

The    mutant technology tree basically goes to black gunpowder, and the explosive equivalent of black gunpowder of the same quality is only about one-fifth to one-seventh of that of T and T.

   Ignoring the effects of other factors such as detonation speed and explosive burning speed, the power just now is probably comparable to the power of 5~10 kg of T and T.

   This power is not small.

   "If there is a conflict, I think... 10 kg is probably not enough, but 50 kg equivalent of T En T is definitely enough."

   For these honeymoon allies, Chu Guang gave a high evaluation in his heart.

   At this point in the battle, there is basically no suspense.

  The four power armors, under the cover of an observer, advanced along the alleys between the abandoned buildings, and cleanly eliminated the mutants ambushing in the alleys and ruins.

   Maybe it was because he was self-indulgent, or maybe it was because these soldiers were pretending unconsciously, Chu Guang always felt that they were showing off to him.

   But it doesn't matter.

  Chu Guang wished they were more showy. It was best to use all the performance of the power armor, so that his game CG could be even more powerful.

   "Little Qi, get closer, stick to them from the upper left, let the camera follow them forward, and shoot the momentum of hitting people with the ball!"

   "Ah? Do you still have to lean over? But I'm worried that the stray bullet will accidentally be injured..." And what kind of momentum is the momentum of hitting someone with the ball.

  Xiaoqi was busy going over the wall to search for information on the Internet in another world, but the information he found was actually hundreds of Gs.

   I don't understand it at all!

   "It's alright, you look at the shot, anyway, if you break it, you'll have to pay them!" Chu Guang said without hesitation.

   "Okay, okay..."

Looking at the power armor that jumped five meters high with the help of the vortex engine, easily crossed the obstacles and landed steadily, Chu Guang was envious, and at the same time commanded Xiao Qi, and showed the big brothers a few close-up shots. .

  This mobility is really awesome!

   is the equivalent of a Hummer flying down an alley.

   If you have this jumping ability, what RPG are you afraid of?

   I'm afraid I can run after the RPG!

  Hey, I really want to make one!

   In just five minutes, the battle outside the mutant camp was over, and the little bit of resistance that remained was just a dying struggle.

   instructed Xiaoqi to raise the camera again, looking at the power armor that broke into the mutant camp, Chu Guang, who had shot enough material, had an unfinished expression on his face.

   "It would be nice if there was another long-range tactical nuclear strike."

  Xiaoqi weakly said: "But, won't that hurt your player by mistake?"

   At this time, the players have entered the alley near the mutant camp.

   is not to support allies, but mainly to pick up heads.

   A mutant corpse can be exchanged for a lot of money!

Does    have something to do with killing yourself?

   NPCs won't compete with players anyway.

  Chu Guang didn't care about the behavior of the little players, the mutant corpses could also be used, and there were still a lot of active substances produced.

   At the same time, a light blue pop-up window was printed into Chu Guang's eyes.

【mission completed! 】

  【Requirement: Destroy the mutant tribe on 76th Street】

  【Reward: 200 Reward Points】

   "The area is cleared."

   "Confirmed that 47 mutants were killed...a lot more than the information provided by friendly forces. And these beasts also blew the brain of one of our buddies, I think they should give us some compensation."

   "Go away... If you dare to mention my brain again, I'll put my fist in your mouth!"

   "Hahaha, calm down, I'm just joking."

  The soldiers who occupied the camp were bragging and farting on the communication channel. This time, Lu Yang ignored them. After a war, they really needed to relax.

   All mutants have been eliminated, not a single one remains alive.

   Rather, these mutants didn't give them a chance to live.

  From the moment they entered the fortress, the green-skinned monsters in the camp, dressed in strange clothes, rushed towards them like crazy.

   But this is of no use.

   In front of the Gauss rifle, not to mention their muscles, even their wooden stockades are the same as paper.

  They drove the rest of the mutants to the east side of the camp, which was probably the leader's tent, or something like that. Then they strafeed inside until the barrel of the gun between the magnetic rails was burning red, and they stopped the fire and went in to make up the knife.

   and mutants don't need to be kind.

   For two centuries, they have done nothing good.

   "Captain, come and see here..."

"what have you found?"

   "Something interesting...you'll know when you come and take a look."

   Hearing the voice of his comrade-in-arms, Lu Yang, who was explaining the situation on the front line to the Trailblazer 10 kilometers away, immediately walked towards the marine.

   In front of the two of them was a spacious wooden house. The door of the house was wide at both ends and narrow in the middle. Barbs hung from the eaves, like the mouth of a monster. In the house are displayed parts taken from some prey, including bear claws, deer heads, dogs with two heads, and human hands.

  The mutants have a peculiar tribal culture. They not only worship blood and violence, but also have unique feelings for the aliens in the wasteland.

They will not eat the whole prey, but will keep a part of the prey, half of which is smeared with juice containing copper sulfate and nitrous acid, as a trophy collection, and the other half is thrown at the gate of the camp or outside the fence as a Tributes to the gods in their minds... Although most of these tributes end up being eaten by creatures such as rats and cockroaches.

   It's kind of like an altar for loot.

   "Is there anything worth noting here?" Lu Yang glanced at the situation in the room, a look of disgust appeared on his face.

  If he could, he really didn't want to stay here for a second.

   "Yes Captain...I found something strange here."

   Saying that, the marine hit the light from his helmet on the floor.

  Lu Yang followed the light and saw a deep, deep bloodstain printed on the wooden floor.

  Looking at the shape, it looks a bit like the drag marks of a corpse.

   "It's kind of like a sacrificial place, where the mutants slaughtered their prey and then dismembered the prey—"

   "Okay, you don't have to say it, I know how they do it."

  Lu Yang frowned, stepped forward, and stepped on the floor made of whole wood with his right foot.

   There seemed to be something wrong with the sound from under my feet.

   He moved slightly in his heart, and stepped forward with his right foot, directly smashing the log into two pieces.

   Sure enough!

   This floor is empty underneath.

  Lu Yang did the same and broke a few more pieces of wood, and shot a beam of light down below, and what he saw was a tunnel with strange symbols engraved on the wall.

   "...There are still tunnels?"

  The marine walked up to him and said, comparing the pre-war map in the database.

   "Your current location should be the central flower bed of the community... Judging from the concrete structure below, this underground passage should have been built before the war."

   So those symbols on the wall were left by mutants?

   "Where do you think this tunnel will lead?"

   "Sir, I don't know, but based on experience... there are only some special shelters that need to be hidden under the flower beds."

  Lu Yang thought for a moment in his heart, and quickly made a judgment.

   "Let's go down and see."

   (end of this chapter)

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