This Game is Too Real Chapter 390

   Chapter 390 "Orbital Drift Bottle"

   "There will inevitably be sacrifices on the road to eternity, and you are not the only one who gave your life to this."

   "You are a smart girl, but unfortunately curiosity hurts you. In the face of survival and truth, you choose the most insignificant one."

   "Farewell, don't blame me."

   "Everything is natural selection."

   "Before the new world comes, sleep in peace..."

   This will be a good dream.

  Although the process is a bit painful...

   Crows fell on the broken walls full of cracks, and the setting sun elongated the hoarse voice and the shadow of the claws.

  It stood in the middle of the street, looking at the dim yellow falling in the distance, and muttering a bunch of words to comfort someone.

   The amber pupils shrank slightly, and the focused line of sight seemed to pass through the burning cloud and landed somewhere outside the field of vision.

   After a long time, contentedly, it retracted its gaze from a distance.

   However, just as it turned around and was about to leave, it met the eyes of a group of people standing at the end of the street.

   It was a group of beggars in ragged clothes. They were wearing ragged clothes.

   Amber pupils stared at those people, his muzzle-like nostrils let out a snort, and Death Claw's face was full of disdain.

  This group of ants who don't know how to live or die...

   At the same time, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team standing opposite, with excitement written all over their faces, lowered their voices and shouted to their subordinates.

   "Do as I said, throw the chain on it, and immediately run to the building next to it, regardless of whether it is hit or not..."

   "Don't hesitate, hesitation will give you nothing."

   Looking at the huge body rushing like a tank, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team grabbed the chains in their hands and shouted with high fighting intent.

   "Oli to the brothers—"

   "It's done!"

  Although he didn't know what Ollie meant, Li Ba shouted out in fear, cheering him up, who was shaking every cell in his body.

   "Ouch!"

   Just when the warlord, who had just become the ten commander, was leading his subordinates to battle the claw of death, the forum on the official website in another world was also lively.

   "Declassification of Vault 79 intelligence, the manager turned out to be the biggest villain? ! (I bought it with my life, give a like and let's go QAQ

After    went offline, Sisi compiled all the clues he collected from the "Experimental Log" in this post.

   "On December 30, 2169, the fortieth year of the Wasteland Era is coming to an end. Although many things have happened this year, fortunately our experiments are still going on."

"But on this special day, I don't want to write too much about the experiment, I'm going to write a little about 'us' in case I get Alzheimer's and forget about our past. ."

"... Vault 79 was built in 2120, 5 years before the outbreak of the Doomsday War. The refuge is numbered T in the fortification sequence of the People's Union, which is a research refuge. Its function is not to shelter any inhabitants, but to Special research facilities reserved for extreme situations that may occur after the war."

"Based on unreliable assumptions about human nature, the idea of ​​the post-war reconstruction committee may fail, and our heritage may not be used to forge a new kingdom of heaven, but a tool for the few to exploit the many, or even to revive civilization. resistance."

   "Assuming that our civilization goes back to the feudal era, or even the earlier tribal period, what we need is not a steam engine or a heavy machine gun, but a king who can lead us through the darkness, from the wild to the new world."

"He must be strong enough to bring all the powers together, preferably with a near-infinite lifespan to accompany his people through the years, so that the ideal will never fade. He will sacrifice and return everything after rebuilding utopia. to the people who trust in him."

   "Although this is only an assumption based on assumptions, even if there is only a one in ten thousand possibility, we should try it when conditions permit."

   "Plan 79 came into being."

"As one of the tens of thousands of asylum options, the goal here is to produce, after 120 years of closure, a 'manager' of perfect competence and morals who will lead his people on the surface Rebuild our civilization."

   "A total of 100,000 researchers participated in the project. We entered the shelter in the first year of the war, and woke up from the shelter in the tenth winter after the war, and worked step by step under the guidance of the manager."

"At first the plan went well, without the scrutiny and obstruction of the Science and Technology Ethics Committee, and we quickly made phased progress. Unfortunately, in the fortieth year of the Wasteland Age, our plan finally There was still an accident."

"The ice age is coming to an end, and it is expected to end in ten years, which is half a century earlier than the results of computer calculations. It also coincides with the death of the first generation of managers and the transition between the old and the new, and not only the new generation of residents are interested in the 'plan'. It was doubtful that it was correct, and even those of us who were the first researchers in the sanctuary debated whether the program should go ahead."

"According to the plan, we elected a second administrator from the new generation of residents and handed him the power to choose the future. However, it is surprising that, as an opponent of Plan 79, this daring leader The young leader, who has changed his mind just a few months after being granted the sanctuary authority, has become a staunch supporter of Plan 79."

"More than that, he adopted a more radical experimental strategy, requiring us to no longer be constrained by the form of life and the means of experimentation. A large number of cloned people were put into the experiment, and for efficiency, we even improved the genes of the cloned people. , resulting in distinct subhumans."

   "I vaguely feel that this is inappropriate, but it seems too late to say this..."

   "On June 11, 2178, it seemed to be sunny outside, so the **** snow finally stopped!"

   "June 29, 2178, he must be crazy..."

"July 8, 2178, a lot of people died for that crazy plan. I'm probably going to die soon, but there's no grief in my heart. Even if those things didn't happen, my life would have run out of fuel. Dry. And we've done everything we can, even if not everything we've done, until the last minute."

   "Perhaps as he said, everything is natural choice."

   "I hope the next time I wake up, our world has a new look, and I can be fortunate enough to look at the new kingdom of heaven after being reborn..."

   "The above is just the perspective of an ordinary researcher."

"The logs displayed in the VM are machine flips. I have roughly sorted them out. The key information should be those logs from June to July 2178. After that, I will transfer the original texts to the forum one after another, if there are any missing clues Help me find it."

The    post was posted in less than three minutes.

   The replies in the comment area instantly covered hundreds of floors, and both players and cloud players were talking about it.

   But there are only a few nutritious replies.

  Roshan Da Momo: "We thought you got lost and walked in that building for a long time."

  Oooo sesame paste: "...this is too scary."

  Tail: "Woooooo, my Sisi died so badly! Damn...this bastard! I'm going to set fire to his shelter! (;｀O)o"

  The canyon is fleeing Mole: "It's useless, the manager's authority in the shelter is absolute, even if you successfully bring in the tools for setting fire... Anyway, I don't believe there is even a fire extinguisher there. (Squint

Tail:"!!!"

  Siss: "Well, I think so too. It's pointless to expose myself now. It's better to pretend that nothing happened, and finally give it a surprise."

   The most unreal thing about this game is that it can be "off the field".

  Although the NPCs are playing their roles with great care, it is a pity that they will not know that there is such a thing as a "game forum" in another world.

   That Yongshi would never have imagined that the secrets he kept secretly to keep have been leaked out...

  The edge of the water: "The currently known clue is that the ultimate goal of Vault 79 is to cultivate a morally perfect and eternal king? But in the end, due to various reasons, the experiment went wrong?"

  Yowu: "Life is good to say... How can morality be considered perfect. _(:з"∠

  Irena: "The 'Philosopher King' in Plato's writings? (Funny

  The edge of the water: "So the experiment failed."

   Fang Chang: "It's not necessarily a failure, just remember how many years it is now. (Squint eyes

  The edge of the water: "2341 years."

   The edge of the water: "Hey, wait! If that Yongshi is the second manager mentioned in the experiment log, doesn't it mean that the experiment has been successful?!"

   Fang Chang: "This possibility is very high. Compared with the serum whose function is unknown, I suggest you find the manager of Vault 79."

  嗷嗷 sesame paste: "However, the administrator's authority in the shelter is absolute. Even if we find him... we can't help him, right?"

   Fang Chang: "That 'Yong' is not necessarily in the shelter. Otherwise, why didn't he get the serum himself, but pin his hopes on a group of outsiders full of uncertainties?"

  嗷嗷 sesame paste: "That's right... The manager's control over the shelter is absolute. He must have a reason why he can't return to the shelter, so he needs to use the hands of outsiders."

  Tail: "Oh oh oh! That's it!!!!∑(Дノ)ノ"

  Siss: "emmm...Although I also think so, but I still suggest to take the guesswork and get the serum first."

  Fang Chang: "Well, of course, this is also an option, but you must be careful not to let that person take the serum away... That's the only bargaining chip in your hands."

   paddled on the edge: "Haha, don't worry about it! We have more than 100 awakened people stationed here, and it is impossible to be stolen! (screaming teeth

  Siss: "I'm scared of your flag. (Squint

   Debt and big eyes: "But who is that Yongshi?"

  Makabazi: "From what you discussed, I feel that the residents of Xiangling Town are all suspicious... That radio was found in the library?"

   Just as the players were chatting and discussing, Garbage Jun suddenly flashed into the comment area.

   "Actually, I was thinking just now, is there a possibility..."

   "That guy isn't actually human at all?"

   The night was dark.

  In the wilderness 70 kilometers away from Qingquan City, 25 heavily armed soldiers are advancing along a deserted road.

  This used to be a small town, but now it's abolished. The broken concrete roads are lined with collapsed houses and construction waste.

   The nearest survivor settlement here is Garbage City, with a population of about a few hundred thousand, but this has nothing to do with the goal of their trip today.

  The abandoned research institute hidden in the town is the goal of their trip today.

   stopped.

  Old Bai glanced at the research institute in front of him from a distance, and said jokingly compared to the photos on the VM screen.

   "It's nothing compared to two centuries ago."

A wooden fence smeared with blood and minced meat circled the outside of the institute's walls. Mutated flies the size of fists flew around the tip of the stake, making a humming sound. Rats hiding in the corners nibbled at the remains. The fallen leftovers were cold, and from time to time they looked up at the wall.

   Not even a predator would ever make his lair so sloppy and allow himself to be surrounded by plague and rot.

   The creatures living here are obviously not humans, but something else...

"Mutant."

   The wind with his eyes closed, three words suddenly popped out of his mouth.

  The quadrotor drone he controlled through the neural access device has flown over the research institute, and has synchronized the aerial footage to the VM of every nearby team member.

  I saw two mutants with dark green skin standing next to the guardrail on the roof of the research institute.

   There was a flaming tin bucket next to them, and they held the leg meat of some animal in their hands.

   The appearance of Ru Mao drinking blood is like the green-skinned orcs in the medieval warhammer.

   Everything here is exactly the same as the mutant tribes that players encountered in earlier versions.

   The difference is that the mutant is still the same mutant, and the player standing here is no longer the freshman he used to be.

   "Mutant, then there's nothing to say," Ye Shi loaded the sniper rifle in his hand, pushed an armor-piercing incendiary bomb for anti-equipment, hehe said with a smile, "Go ahead and do it."

   If it is a settlement of survivors, it is necessary to identify the identity of the other party and determine whether to adopt the strategy of negotiation or expulsion.

   But with mutants, none of these problems exist.

   Sending these beasts to **** is what they should do.

  Old Bai looked at Gu Feng with a serious look.

   "Number, location."

"Two on the roof, one in the west corner, two in the north garage, one standing next to the oil drum, three next to the window on the second floor... That's all you can see." , calmly reported the point, and marked the target on the vm map with red dots.

   After confirming the enemy information, Lao Bai made a neat gesture.

   received the order, and the players who followed him were immediately divided into three teams.

   A group of people was led by Ye Shi and moved to the high **** on the west side of the research institute. A group of people moved to the left side of the main entrance of the research institute.

  The mutants have good eyes, and the intuition of the beasts allows them to quickly discover the anomalies in the dark.

   But by the time they realized that disaster was imminent, it was too late.

   "Fire!"

   With Lao Bai's order, a series of explosions of "bang bang bang" came from the west side of the institute.

  The six "heavy lances" spewed flames at the same time, and six thick and long tracers shot towards the top floor of the institute like lightning, completely tearing apart the silence of the night.

   In front of the 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb, the sturdy body of the mutant was like a piece of paper. Either it was stabbed in the opposite direction on the spot, or the bullet was embedded in the flesh.

  The hot magnesium-aluminium alloy sprayed sparks, roasting the flesh and blood into charcoal, the mutants rolling on the ground screamed, and the dark green face twisted into a ball in pain.

   Without the slightest pity, and without the slightest softness, Lao Bai led the team into the research institute quickly, the assault rifle in his hand burst into flames, and the mutants who were trying to rush up and fight them were sifted into sieves.

   After breaking through the first line of defense, the player waiting on the left side of the door followed and rushed into the research institute. The side detoured straight to the rear of the research institute, cleaning every inch of the corner between the wall and the main building of the research institute.

   From time to time, there were gunshots like gunshots from the west side, and the mutants who tried to fight back near the window were torn to shreds with large-caliber armor-piercing incendiary bombs.

The    battle, without the slightest suspense, quickly turned into a one-sided slaughter.

  Although they have strong bodies and decent iron-barreled rifles and axes, these mutants are obviously not the opponents of these battle-hardened "veterans".

   In less than 20 minutes, the elites of the Burning Corps wiped out all the mutants in the entire research institute, and rescued more than a dozen prisoners who were imprisoned in the basement and had not had time to be "eaten".

   These people are male and female, the oldest is over 30 years old, and the youngest is probably only about 10 years old.

   Judging from their clothes, some of them look like traders, and some look like villagers in nearby settlements.

   When they were just rescued, they huddled in the corner of the room, and there was not a trace of light in their godless eyes. Although they were still alive, they were no different from dead.

   It wasn't until the shackles were untied that a trace of vitality was restored in those godless eyes.

   "...It's okay, the mutants here have been emptied by us, and you are safe."

   "Thank you...Thank you!"

   A survivor just got up from the ground, and tremblingly wanted to kneel down, but was supported by Lao Bai.

   "You don't have to thank us. We are soldiers of the Alliance. If you have nowhere to go, you might as well keep going east to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, where people will take you in."

   His human joint language is not very good.

   But he knew that line by heart.

   "Alliance..." The survivor had a blank expression on his face, but he chewed the word repeatedly in his mouth, as if to write it down.

"That's right," Old Bai continued, giving the man an encouraging smile, "We are trying to build a different society there from other places. If you are fed up with life in the wasteland, you can go there and try. "

   sent the group of survivors out the door, and he returned to the research institute.

  Tomato scrambled eggs looked at him, laughed and ridiculed.

   "Yes, the first ambassador of the alliance."

   Lao Bai said with a smile.

   "You don't understand, this is called saving character."

  The manager is always watching every one of his residents. Loyal behavior can increase the rate of equipment explosions and the probability of triggering hidden missions.

  Although there is no conclusive evidence to prove this rumor, there is no harm in believing it.

Many residents of the    Alliance have received their favor, and those people regard them as heroes.

   The NPCs in this game are quite different from other open world games. Even if they don't save the world and just do a small good thing, the NPCs will remember them for a long time.

   Those people will really appreciate it.

   Quit Smoking and asked curiously, "How far are you from 100,000 contribution points?"

  Old Bai: "When this task is completed, it should be almost the same."

   "Fantastic!" Ye Shi gave a thumbs up and said with a look of emotion, "Everyone is doing the same tasks, how come your contribution point has risen so fast."

   Lao Bai smiled embarrassedly.

   "Maybe it will add up to a lot."

  Tomato scrambled eggs: "Brother, let me touch you when you change the power armor, hehe."

   "Okay, do you want me to take it off and touch you, or wear it for you to touch."

  Quiet looked at Lao Bai with a look of surprise, as if he had discovered a new world.

   "Fuck, when did you become as arrogant as Ye Shi!"

   "I was shot even when I was lying down," Ye Shi rolled his eyes and urged, "Stop talking nonsense, and hurry up and do the task."

   They parachuted all the way here, not for tourism.

   A group of people split up.

   A group of people went to the laser launch unit of the research institute and physically opened the rusted launch bay door.

   Another wave of people went to the control room on the third floor of the institute.

   Fortunately, the backup generator here still has surplus electricity, but they don't need to prepare a generator to charge the capacitor of the laser emitting unit.

  Old Bai who walked to the console, opened the VM screen, and checked the current task.

  【Mission: Orbital Drift Bottle】

  【Introduction: Our war with the Legion is deadlocked, and although we have succeeded in making them mistakenly believe that they are at war with the enterprise, it is difficult to say how long this deception can last. We need support from the East Coast, and first we have to let them know that their old friend is in trouble. We have to take down a satellite in a hurry. 】

  【Requirement: Activate the laser launch unit of the institute, get in touch with the scientific research satellite in the synchronous orbit directly above, and complete the data transmission. 】

  The method of starting the laser firing unit has been listed at the bottom of the task bar.

   They just need to plug the data port into the console and place the communication balloon.

   For the rest, leave it to the NPC in the shelter for remote control.

   Looking at the old white who plugged the data interface into the console, Ye Shi asked curiously.

   "Is this using the satellite as a drift bottle?"

   This is too extravagant.

  Gu Feng stared at the screen of the console for a while, then suddenly said, "Actually, I'm more curious, how the laser is used to get in touch with the satellites in synchronous orbit."

  This technology is a bit outrageous.

   But compared with controllable nuclear fusion, it doesn't seem to be unacceptable?

  Old Bai didn't think about it that much, he said with a laugh.

   "Never mind, who knows what will happen in more than 100 years. You can't expect Brother Guang to get you one in reality."

   Gu Feng's expression became a little more subtle.

  99.99...% real virtual reality games, and laser communication technology spanning 36,000 kilometers, it's really hard to say which is more difficult to achieve.

   The read bar in the console screen is complete.

  The transmitter in the center of the research institute suddenly emitted a beam of light as thick as an arm.

  It is difficult to tell what color the light is, its color is as erratic as his existence itself, with outlines of reddish and lavender appearing and disappearing.

   That beam of light pierced through the clouds and pierced into the boundless deep space.

   Go to the roof of the research institute.

   Gu Feng looked up at the looming light in the sky and muttered.

   "...If I were from the Legion, I would definitely shoot here."

  Old Bai smiled and said, "What are you thinking, it's more than 200 kilometers away from that airship, what cannonball can go so far?"

   200 km.

   That's a tactical missile.

   I heard that Goblin Technology is working on short-range missiles, but I don't know what's going on.

   Mosquito guy didn't have a word of truth in his mouth, and it was too fast to ask how many times.

  Although there are unavoidable elements, but one thing to say, the technology tree of the new alliance is really crooked enough.

"……makes sense."

   Gu Feng nodded thoughtfully, staring at the beam of light, but thinking about other things in his heart.

  Because of the Tyndall effect, the light can be seen from far away.

   Was it the same 200 years ago?

   Or because the equipment is in disrepair and the output power is unstable, which leads to such obvious scattering and clutter.

   But what happened 200 years ago, only people from 200 years ago know about it...

   "The signal transmission is complete... Confirm that the satellite is leaving the channel." After confirming the progress of the mission through the vm, Lao Bai reached out and pressed it on the headset, cutting to the team and repeated the command.

   Ye Shi asked curiously.

   "Can you see a shooting star in a while?"

   "Maybe you can see it on the east coast, we probably have enough here..." Lao Bai smiled, reached out and picked up the rifle that was leaning on the side, and patted his teammate on the shoulder, "The mission is complete, we should withdraw."

   I heard that the scientific research team retrieved a lot of interesting things from the data they recovered.

   I'll ask when I go back.

   At the same time, on the Heart of Steel.

   Admiral McClen, who was standing on the bridge, was listening to his subordinate's report.

   The prey that he was thinking about was still hiding in the urban area of ​​Ruigu City.

   But the good news is that his dull minions are finally making a little progress.

   With the help of an experienced local hunter, they managed to hang two iron chains on the death claw.

   Of course, this is not enough to hurt the dead claw, but it is enough to cause it a lot of trouble.

  According to the hunter, those chains would be like spear guns stuck in a whale, and the animal's claws were too long to get it off by itself.

   As long as you wrap enough garbage on it, restrict its movement, let it not catch prey, and be exhausted, sooner or later, it will fall to the ground exhausted and let them be slaughtered.

  Through continuous offensive, weaken the opponent who is far stronger than you, and finally concentrate your strength to lethal.

   This theory seems to work not only on hunting, but also on the battlefield.

   General McClane suddenly became curious about the native hunter.

   At this moment, a faint red light suddenly passed through the floor-to-ceiling window directly in front of him.

   Out of the corner of the eye, he caught the trace of anomaly, and General McClen narrowed his eyes.

   However, when he looked carefully, it was pitch black outside the window, and he could see nothing.

   "Did you see that light?"

   Hearing General McClen's voice, the adjutant standing beside him was slightly stunned, with a blank expression on his face.

"Light……?"

   glanced at the blank expression on the adjutant's face, and General McClen withdrew his gaze.

"……nothing."

   may be an illusion.

   For some reason, he always had a bad premonition in his heart.

   It was as if some conspiracy was brewing out of his sight...

(Thanks to the leaders of "I wish a thousand cities were black and white", "The stars are thousands of different and change with each other", "[Anonymous]", "KAWABUNGA", "Happy Qitian" for the rewards! Yesterday, more than 20 alliance leaders rose, I am flattered. The space at the end of the chapter is limited, I will try my best to code it, and I will thank you in the chapter tomorrow and the day after tomorrow! The big guys are awesome!)

   (end of this chapter)

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