This Game is Too Real Chapter 272

  Chapter 272 It's not just garbage that can be recycled, but of course dead bodies

  The streets of the West Third Ring Road, the night was lit up by the fire of incendiary bombs into day, even from a distance of several kilometers, it could be clearly seen.

  In an abandoned high-rise building, sitting by the broken floor-to-ceiling window, Tail, Sesame Paste and Sisi are looking at the firelight rising into the sky in the distance.

  Since the spore concentration decays with height, they chose to camp on the 50th floor.

  Although there are also aliens wandering in this building, but since there is no hatching room or mother nest, most of the aliens are scattered in various areas of the building, neither crowding nor blocking the stairs, it is not too difficult to get up from the safe passage.

   It's just a matter of time at best.

   "Oh! What a big fire!" The boiling fire was reflected in his eyes, and Tail's eyes were shining.

   This is more exciting than watching fireworks!

  Sesame paste: "Is there a war over there..."

  Siss: "It should be, the tide seems to be omnidirectional, not just in the northern suburbs. It stands to reason that the situation on the West Third Ring Road should be more intense."

  Sesame paste put hands together.

   "Hope people are okay."

   From the moment the sun went down, the sound of the explosion over there has not stopped.

   At first, four planes flew through the air, followed by a row of fires that completely engulfed the streets full of ruins.

   The ground troops were probably dispatched next.

  The mercenaries and the tide of Boulder City broke out in a fierce exchange of fire among the ruins, and occasionally tracer bullets could be seen flashing from time to time.

  Rourou wanted to see it, but because he was afraid of heights, he didn't dare to get too close to the edge of the building, so he only dared to watch from a distance.

  Yaya and Teng Teng were cooking, and several NPCs next to them were drooling and swallowing saliva.

   In addition to the security guard named Xu Shun, who came back with them this time, there were also five new employees recruited from Boulder City, aged between 16 and 20, both male and female.

  According to the NPC in the office named Shuyu, these new employees went to the northern suburbs to receive "induction training".

   Many people are out of the city for the first time, and their hearts are full of apprehension.

   But when I smelled the aroma wafting from the pot, all the uneasy emotions were instantly diluted.

  Although it has left the protection of the giant wall, it seems that it is not bad to be able to eat such delicious food?

  In Boulder, this delicacy is something they can't even imagine.

   "Let's have dinner!"

   As soon as he heard that the meal was about to start, Tail, who had been sitting on the edge of the building a second before watching the excitement, immediately approached the iron pot on the fire.

   "It smells good!"

  The big white bear also came over and looked into the pot curiously.

   "What's dinner?"

   Yaya, who was holding a spoon in his hand, said proudly with the corners of his mouth up.

   "Bird stew with mushrooms!"

  Tengteng sent everyone the bowls and chopsticks.

   "It's camping outside, the conditions are a little rough, so everyone can eat whatever you want."

  Sesame paste also eagerly came over.

   "I'm here to help too!"

   It's okay to eat whatever you want.

   Xu Shun, who understood this sentence, was ashamed.

   The residents of these shelters really redefine what it means to eat casually.

   But after getting along for so long, he was used to how particular the residents of these shelters were in their lives.

   A group of people sat around the fire, holding steaming bowls in their hands, chatting one after another about what they planned to do after returning from Boulder City.

"I've decided!" Describing his grand plan, Fujiteng's eyes were filled with firmness and he said energetically, "When I get back to the shelter, I must use my scissors to correct the NPCs in Boulder City who were led astray. aesthetic!"

  Siss: "Uh, I don't think... this may not be your problem."

  LSP is human nature.

   And that kind of clothes, out of cultural background, is actually quite normal.

  Tail is also full of energy: "Tail too! Boulder City still lacks a mercenary union! How can MMORPG lack such an important organization!"

  Yaya: "Where's the sesame paste?"

   The cat ears above his head swayed slightly, Sesame Paste was a little embarrassed to speak, but seeing that everyone was talking about this topic, he let go of his restraint.

   "I want to send a courier!"

  Siss asked curiously, "Why send a courier?"

   Sesame paste eyes sparkled.

   "Don't you think it looks cool to deliver on a motorcycle?"

   Is it in cos "Odd X Journey"?

   It is said that there are quite a lot of "performance artists" in "Wasteland OL". The official does not sell skins, and players are DIYing. Conservative hobbies like this are not too common.

  Siss nodded thoughtfully and suggested.

   "How about a 12mm revolver?"

   Seeing that he was a fellow man, Sesame Paste smiled shyly, and opened the bag he was carrying, which contained a silver revolver.

   "Hey, I actually bought it."

   But this gun is handsome and handsome, but the recoil is too great.

   Most of the time, she still uses Pu-9 a little more.

   Tail's eyes lit up after he was half a beat because of eating.

   "Delivery on a motorcycle... Understood! Is that a delivery guy? He's really handsome!"

  Especially when hungry!

  Teng Teng's expression is a little subtle.

   "I think you're probably not on the same channel."

   Players can still eat steaming food, and the mercenaries who fight against alien species in the West Third Ring Road will not have such good luck.

  The gunshots continued until the next morning. From the fragmented square to the nearby buildings that were crooked, and then to the commercial street that was more than ten meters underground, blood was flowing on every inch of the land.

   Some of them belong to different species, and some belong to mercenaries.

   The sporadic fighting continues.

   But as the sun rose, it was clear that it had come to an end.

   got out of the rubble with a rifle, Tommy took off the blood-stained gas mask and threw it away, took a new one, but didn't put it on right away.

  The brood that spread to this area was destroyed, and although there was a gray-green fog around it, a small amount of inhalation would not cause any serious problems.

   He spent the whole night in the cramped tunnel, and now he just wants to breathe in the fresh air outside.

   Even if the air is mixed with sand.

   At this time, another mercenary wearing an exoskeleton, holding a broken drone assault rifle in his hand, walked over from the ruins opposite.

   "Damn... the money you earn is not enough for me to repair equipment, what are you doing?"

   His name is Virgil, and like Tommy, he is a mercenary active in the area of ​​Boulder City.

   A week ago, the tide suddenly broke out, and these mercenaries became a sweet treat overnight, and the original militiamen who never looked at them were polite.

   After all, with such a big wave, you can't fully count on those cannon fodders at the door. If you really want to get rid of those alien species, you still have to rely on their experienced experts.

"LD-47, a sickle assault rifle, made by the scavengers in the northern suburbs. It is powerful, cheap, and easy to maintain. I happened to see it when I went to the northern suburbs for delivery last time, and I made one. "Hey," Tommy asked casually, glancing at the old man in front of him, "how are your casualties?"

  Fergil said: "Five rookies died, the rest were okay, only one unlucky one was bitten by a creeper and had his leg broken."

  Tommy clicked his tongue.

   "That's too bad."

  Fergil shrugged his shoulders.

   "It's a blessing to be able to save my life."

   In the mercenary business, it is common to break arms and legs.

   If you save enough money, you can change to a mechanical prosthesis. It's really impossible to use an exoskeleton. If you can't even buy an exoskeleton, you can only retire early.

   As for the rookie?

   That's not a mercenary.

   They only learned how to open insurance from the militia, but they were just cannon fodder thrown to the front.

   They will only be officially accepted if they survive three or more battles. And before that, no one would even remember their names.

   After all, memorization is also a waste of memory, and no one is sure whether it will be able to use it in two days.

   Things like this are all too common.

  Tommy glanced at the tall building not far behind, which was the temporary headquarters of the militia regiment.

   The two power armors stood motionless at the gate, never moving their legs from beginning to end, making people wonder if the two iron lumps could still move.

   "If only they shot."

  Fergil smiled.

   "Don't think about it, that thing is too expensive to repair, and the nobles in the inner city are reluctant to let black blood stain their armor, let alone risk it."

  Each T-10 is a treasure left over from the pre-war era. Even after two centuries, their combat effectiveness is still strong. The only flaw is that the number is too small.

  The Boulder City militia seems to use them as mascots.

  It just confuses Tommy, in this case, what is the point of two iron lumps standing here?

   Supervising the battle?

  Is that necessary?

  Not far away, another group of newcomers in a crooked formation was sent over, and with those newcomers there were hundreds of two-headed cows and twenty or thirty horses.

  These animals carry large and small bags of supplies on their backs, which contain food and water, as well as ammunition, and even find weapons, accessories, and some things that are rare even in the market of Boulder.

   The two-headed bulls were led by the merchants of Boulder City.

Since the wages of the mercenaries are on a daily basis, and the amount is not small, some merchants who can't wait for them to return home will come to make the first money, and some people will receive orders from the militia to be responsible for supplying from Boulder city transported to the front.

   This might look a little weird.

   A group of mercenaries wearing exoskeletons and holding streamlined assault rifles, but wearing clothes made of animal skins, and the merchants who transported their supplies used primitive means of transportation such as ox carts.

   But this is also impossible.

   If you don't choose this way, the militia group can only hire a lot of refugees with little power and strength, or use a small number of four-legged mechanical dogs.

   No matter which one you choose, the cost will be much higher than outsourcing.

  Fergil patted Tommy on the shoulder.

   "Let's go, let's get something to eat."

  Tommy shook his head.

   "No need, I brought dry food."

   Since the last time the contractor's "military rations" gave him a bad stomach, he no longer believes in the character of those so-called "good helpers".

   Expecting businessmen to preach morality?

   Might as well expect the aliens to go back to the downtown area by themselves.

  Fergil patted his arm, ignored this guy, and walked towards the pack team alone.

   took out a cube-shaped green wheat pancake from his backpack, and Tommy put it into his mouth and took a bite, then unscrewed the rusted kettle and sipped it.

   Looking in the direction of the camel team, he shook his head.

   Nutritional cream.

  Since he knew what that thing was made of, he would rather starve to death than eat that thing...

   Just when the mercenaries went to the pack team to receive supplies, select goods, or spend money to have some fun, in front of the quartermaster not far from the pack team, there was a large group of bargaining traders.

  The oil and water on the front line is of course not only the food and clothing of the mercenaries, but also the trading of loot.

   As long as it is a war, there will be loot.

   In the early years, Boulder City simply hired merchants to take the corpses of these aliens and cannon fodder out of the city to prevent them from stinking and rotting at the door of their homes, causing plagues and larger waves.

   Later, some smart people discovered that these gnawing, and creeping slime molds are all high-quality "raw materials".

   Only need to spend more time and cost on the inactivation of slime molds, and they can be made into edible nutritional paste!

  While the nutrient paste synthesized this way is not nutritious, who cares?

   People who really care about nutrition will not eat that stuff.

  The slave owners in the south, especially the large farms in Jinchuan province, were very interested in these things.

   They are large and cheap, have a slightly higher nutritional value than green wheat, and add a small amount of protein to give slaves and cattle more strength.

  Eat green wheat for the slaves, although it is more cost-effective, but the slaves will become thinner and thinner, and the large-scale cultivation of green wheat will consume the fertility of the soil.

   But nutrition cream does not have this problem.

  Not only nutritional paste, but also organic fertilizers, bio-oils, food additives, etc., can be extracted from the bodies of alien species.

  Although the recycling efficiency is average, maybe even 10%, but the quantity of these alien species is large enough and the cost is low.

   Later, when the technology gradually matured and formed a certain scale of industry, businessmen began to help the giant stone city to deal with the corpses formed by the waves for free.

   Now, it has simply turned into the need to give the militia a bargaining chip in order to transport the body from here, and the price is increasing every year.

   This year is the same.

   Judging from the excited expressions and words on the faces of the merchants, it was obvious that they did not get along with the militiamen of Boulder City.

   "A ton of chips for 50 points?! Why don't you go grab it?"

   "The wave of the previous year was still 20 chips! Don't think we forgot!"

   "It's too much!"

   However, the quartermaster didn't care about them at all, and said impatiently.

   "Get out if you can't afford it."

   Fifty chips per ton of corpses. It's really worth buying back these garbage at this price. It's totally unprofitable if the production rate is not over 30%!

   But how could it be that high?

   No matter how the businessmen surrounding the quartermaster tried their best and promised various benefits, they could not let this guy let go.

  Even helpless, they had to shake their heads and dispersed.

   Someone even said cruel words when they left - "Let the nobles in the inner city handle these troubles by themselves", and then left in a huff.

   The militiamen standing next to him didn't bother to pay any attention to him.

   As long as he is disrespectful to the Lord of the City without naming names, no one cares what he complains about.

  Ditvey angrily returned to the pack team.

   Originally, he expected to contract a 100-ton corpse disposal business after completing the supply business.

   Not far from the pack team.

   A group of food traders gathered together and whispered to each other.

   "I heard that this year's batch of 'trophies' were all wrapped up by Weijia Firm."

   Hearing the name of Weijia Trading Company, many businessmen's faces showed fearful expressions.

This firm is well-known in the Jushicheng business district. It not only invests in two large farms with an area of ​​10,000 mu in the south, but also operates the largest food processing factory in Jushicheng, which is said to occupy more than 50% of the market share in Jushicheng. .

  The "Tasteful Brand Meat Can" and "Tasty Double-Headed Beef Pie" produced by it are not only popular in Boulder City, but also exported to neighboring provinces.

   The name of the owner of this firm is Weijia, but there are also rumors that the real boss is someone else, and he was pushed to the front desk of Weijia, just a tool to make money for the big people in the inner city.

  Whether the rumors are true or not, it is impossible for them to compete with the giants like Werther Firm.

   No wonder the quartermaster ignored them.

   "This is the monopoly of Chi Guoguo!"

  Ditvey couldn't help asking.

   "When did these greedy leeches even get involved in the nutritional cream business?"

   Nutritional cream.

   can be said to be the low-end commodity with the thinnest profit among all foods, especially the inferior nutritional paste synthesized by slime mold.

   The aged trader, whose face was covered with wrinkles, glanced at the back of the pack team, and pointed to the guards on horses and the two-headed bulls beside them that were laden with goods.

"I heard that a certain big man outsourced more than half of the front-line logistics orders to them, so they opened a new factory for the production of nutritional creams a few years ago... But it's not about 'good taste' and 'good taste' brand."

   said one of the traders.

   "I remember... it was an oversized bid?"

   Another trader nodded.

   "Yes, I remember this name too, Mr. House's radio even advertised it!"

  Ditvey couldn't help cursing.

   "Shameful insider trading!"

   The other traders also cursed a few words in their hearts.

  These shameful slickers!

   Wouldn't even give them a mouthful of soup!

   At this time, a businessman suddenly said.

   "I heard... There's also a wave in the north this year?"

  Someone nodded in agreement.

   "And the scale is not small... The night before yesterday, they seem to have bought incendiary bombs from the militia."

  Ditvey frowned, looking at the young businessman who started the conversation and asked.

   "North? You mean the northern suburbs?"

   "I thought it was the Bonebiter tribe."

   The young businessman who started the conversation first said with a smile.

   "Your information is too obscured. It's been a long time since you have been to the northern suburbs! I have the latest news here. I heard that a month ago, the survivors in the northern suburbs drove away the people of the Bone Chewing Tribe."

  The old businessman with wrinkles on his face also nodded.

   "Well... I did hear some rumors, those people seem to have spared their hands and interfered in the war between Red River Town and the Snake Clan? I just don't know if it's true or not."

  The young businessman unscrewed the kettle and took a slow sip.

"More than these."

   Interested Ditwi asked quickly.

   "Tell me now."

   The new merchants next to him were the same, and they all turned their eyes to the young man in front of them with anticipation.

There are too few merchants going north, and even fewer returning from the north. Rumors from the north can hardly be heard in the tavern. Recently, the "Voice of the Rock" radio station has been busy with advertising, and it does not report the situation there at all, so that Most people's impression of the northern suburbs is still last winter.

   I heard that the survivors there were tortured enough by the cold winter, and I don't know if those people survived.

   Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, the young man smiled slightly and continued to speak unhurriedly.

"The Bone-biting tribe is their mortal enemy, and they naturally want to interfere in the war against the Bone-biting tribe. In addition, the mine owners in Honghe Town are happy to buy better weapons at cheaper prices, so they also issued a money."

   "These people are very shrewd. They invested the money they made in the wasteland to the north, and they also bought second-hand equipment from Boulder City. Agriculture and industry have done a lot."

"Not only that, but they also came up with a lot of good things...such as a bomb that can fly far without a plane, which is said to have caused a lot of trouble for the looters who besieged Red River Town. In addition, they also provide mercenaries,"

  Ditvey said in surprise: "I heard that the group of people in the northern suburbs are blue jackets? Refuge residents? Are those people able to fight like this?"

   This simply subverted his impression of the blue gophers.

  Those people are willing to come out of the warm boudoir?

  The young businessman continued: "Not only can you fight, but there are also many good things there. Have you gone to the Queen's Bar for the Night?"

   When I mentioned the Queen of the Night Bar, the topic suddenly became serious.

   Although these businessmen are not very rich, they have a lot of chips in their pockets. Even if they have not spent money there, they must have talked about business there.

   Soon someone jumped in excitedly.

   "As soon as you mentioned this, I remembered. I heard that they seem to have made some silk fabrics that are not so strong recently?"

   "The gray squirrel clothing store seems to be selling them. I bought a few sets for my old lover a few days ago. But convincing her to wear them took me a long time."

"Ha ha ha ha."

  The faces of everyone showed smiles that everyone understood, but the young man who had raised the topic before stopped talking and just smiled and watched everyone gossip.

  Ditvey doesn't have the time to chat, his mind is all about making money.

  A wave also broke out in the northern suburbs?

  A lot of fields are planted there?

   Maybe...

   You should try your luck there.

  Ditvey felt a little warm in the palm of his hand, glanced at his colleagues around him, and quietly went to the side of the young man.

   "Dude, do you have a way?"

   The young man understood what he was thinking when he saw the expression on his face, and said with a slight smile.

   "Of course, I was fortunate enough to make a small fortune."

  Ditvey took a closer look at the outfit on this man. It really didn't look like a cheap thing, and the holster hanging around his waist was even more made of deerskin.

   This is not common in Boulder City. Most of the leather goods used by mercenaries and traders are mainly boar skins and hyena skins.

  After all, the deer herds do not pass through this area every year, and the high-quality reindeer are rare. They are usually bought by those who really have good money just after they appear on the market.

   The most important thing is that this guy is young enough.

   It is this youth that makes Ditway unable to understand his true "strength".

  Ditvey laughed, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over, his voice with a hint of flattery.

"My name is Ditwi. I have been in the food business in Boulder City and have been helping the militia to dispose of corpses for more than ten years. To be honest, those guys are really unkind. After they are used up, they will be thrown away like rags. If you Be careful when you're going to do their business."

   The young man didn't reject his cigarette, but he didn't light it right away. After taking it, he hung it behind his ear and said with a smile.

   "I'm not in the food business, I'm in the gas mask."

"Gas masks? Good stuff, that's much more profitable than nutritional creams!" Detway gave a hypocritical thumbs up, rolled his eyes, and then laughed, "Dude, there is a way to lead me. Is it? I'm very interested in the waves in the northern suburbs. You know I'm in the food business, and it doesn't conflict with your business."

   The young man said with a half-smile.

   "How do you know that I'm not interested in food business? I heard you talk for a long time, it seems to be quite profitable?"

This guy.

   I'm young, but my appetite is not small!

   Aren't you afraid of dying?

  Ditvey muttered in his heart, but he still had a pleasing smile on his face.

   "Yes, we haven't had a new guy in this industry for a long time. I can teach you how to do this business! Trust me, you can't finish all that stuff by yourself. Bring a brother, and the brother will definitely benefit from you!"

  The young man skillfully took out a stack of business cards from his pocket and handed it to Ditwey, as well as to the businessmen who had been listening with interest.

   "My name is Shuyu, and this is my business card."

   "The rulers of the northern suburbs are considering recycling the 'garbage' generated by the waves, and I just recently planned to buy a batch of goods from the northern suburbs."

   "If you are interested in the market in the north, you can find me at the address on the business card."

  North Suburb Industrial Zone.

  A brand new workshop was vacated and a new brand was put up - [Bachi Aluminum Factory], and the material produced is naturally the latest researched A3 aviation aluminum.

This guy   Bachi may not be the most skilled in the professional field, but he is definitely a good player in business.

   He was born in a merchant family, and his family was in the liquor business, and according to himself, the scale was not small.

  Since this guy is so capable, Chu Guang simply maximized his talents and let him be the factory manager of new materials.

   An entrepreneur with an "engineering background", Chu Guang has high hopes for his future.

"...Vault 404 is the permanent partner of the enterprise, our silver coins will be listed in the ideal city sooner or later, and even have an independent exchange. Don't think that these coins are useless, they will become the most valuable coins in this wasteland. valuable things."

"Come on, I can assure you that your business will surprise your father. When someone else mentions your name again, you will be one of the greatest entrepreneurs in the wasteland, not someone of Son of an unknown wine merchant."

   "They will affectionately call you - President Ba!"

   Entrance to the industrial area.

   Listening to the cake that Chu Guang painted for himself, Butch couldn't help but say.

   "You can simply say that another ideal city can be built in the middle of the Central Continent... and my father is not unknown, he is still somewhat famous in the province of clouds!"

  Although only a little!

  Chu Guang's eyes lit up and snapped his fingers.

   "Another ideal city in the middle? That sounds like a good idea, and I can put it into the next five-year plan."

  Budge: "..."

   Is this guy serious?

   paused for a moment, the iron can standing in front of Chu Guang relaxed his shoulders and continued.

   "Your proposal is indeed very attractive. I did have such a dream before, but now... Honestly, I want to be more human."

  Chu Guang lightly patted his shoulder.

   "I have always regarded you as a man, my friend, and there is nothing false in this sentence."

"Also, you should have seen that, in addition to handsome boys and beautiful girls, there are also lizards, bears, androids, and even rat people you haven't seen before... They are all our partners, we Just because they don't look like us, they don't look at them differently."

   "As long as they follow the rules and are willing to be useful to society."

   This heartfelt remark may have moved Butch.

  Chu Guang could feel that in the pair of scarlet pupils under the tin can, there was a little bit of emotion and hope.

  Budge, who regained his strength, looked at Chu Guang and said seriously.

   "I admit, I do feel what you said here, and no one but you is willing to accept me like this."

   "I will do everything I can to help you, and I hope you can keep your promise and help me become a normal person again."

  Chu Guang nodded lightly.

"I promise you that."

   (end of this chapter)

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