This Game Is Too Realistic

A piece of cold knowledge, no matter how corrupt and incompetent the nobles of Boulder City are, the orderly Boulder City can still be regarded as a land of grace for the wasteland in the southern part of the River Valley Province and even the northern part of the Jinchuan Province .

For two hundred years, survivors have been continuously migrating towards Boulder City, even now after the collapse of the building, this inertia still continues.

Since the influx of population has far exceeded the limit of population absorption by the industry of Boulder City, and the limitation of the giant wall itself also determines that this settlement cannot hold too many survivors, so there are 1~2 chips. city ​​entry tax.

Workers with jobs will not go out of the city at will, and scavengers working on the wasteland will not enter the city at will. At the same time, the militia stationed at the city gate can also get an extra income.

It can be said to kill three birds with one stone.

A large amount of surplus labor force and the resulting unemployment and informal employment have, over time, formed cities without owners—slums.

People here usually live off the garbage that flows out of the giant wall, or help the survivors in the giant wall to pick up waste in the wasteland, hunt, or do some jobs that the survivors in the giant wall are unwilling or unable to do.

Historically, Boulder City has tried to clean up these psoriasis attached to the giant wall, but several attempts have found that doing so is thankless.

Building a shack is almost an essential skill for every survivor on the wasteland. Even if it is torn down today, it will be built by scavengers tomorrow.

And every year when the tide comes, the nobles in the inner city also need these people to fill the front line.

Even gentlemen who often mess around with economic strategies know that the impact of drawing manpower from slums is far less than drawing skilled industrial workers from industrial areas to carry guns.

Over time, the shacks, like psoriasis, spread from the roots of the huge wall to the wasteland, forming a buffer zone between order and chaos.

After a long time, some houses like that have even been built here, standing out from the crowd in the slums where the sewage is flowing.

Those fancy buildings are usually the homes of gangsters, or their industries for wastelanders.

Order here is maintained by gang members, and these gang members are mainly villains themselves. They not only deal with the looters of the wasteland, but some of them are looters.

For the alliance, if they want to truly liberate the nearly 200,000 poor people on the edge of the giant wall, they not only need to find them a job to support their families, but also need to find out the villains hidden in it.

This is obviously not good news for the villains hiding in it...

West Willow Tavern.

Jeff, who was sitting on the second floor, was playing with the dagger in his hand, looking at the fine velvet floating outside the window, with a hint of sadness written on his grim and gloomy face.

As the head of the Dagger Gang, although his bloodline is not as noble as that of Sid, but in this slum of nearly 200,000 people, he is still a respectable figure. Anyone who sees him has to respectfully call him Master or Mister .

It stands to reason that he would not have any troubles in such a position, but a series of recent events made him feel a strong uneasiness.

A newspaper seller was lost in the outer city, a revolution broke out in Boulder City, and then the Alliance took over Boulder City, and they seemed to have an appointment.

It would be fine if it was just that, but obviously it doesn't stop here.

The alliance began to set up relief stations in the slums, register survivors' information while distributing food, set up tents, arrange work, and transfer some people...

This series of actions made him tense up.

The alliance is breaking the tacit agreement formed over a century and a half, trying to establish a new order in his underground kingdom!

What's more terrible is that the newspaper seller is still alive and kicking, but the killer hired by Master Sid from him has disappeared...

There were footsteps outside the door.

Jeff clenched the dagger subconsciously and tensed his muscles, but he relaxed his tense nerves after hearing knocks on the door.

Come in.

The door opened.

West, the second leader of the Dagger Gang, came in from outside the door.

Before he could speak, Jeff spoke immediately.

Any news?

West shook his head grimly.

No.

Jeff was silent for a long time, the dagger in his hand was thrust into the table fiercely, and he cursed in disbelief.

Oh shit……

Understanding the anger in his heart, West didn't say anything, sighed, walked to a chair beside him and sat down.

Sid is buried, along with the collapsed building, Knife is still missing, Sberg is alive...but none of that matters. The honored guest from the north is dead, our Sally Te was dead too, and we spent a lot of time and energy, but in the end the weapon was never found.

Jeff's face was gloomy, and he said after a long time.

Where's Weilun?

...He seems to have confessed to the alliance, and then got into the car to the prisoner-of-war camp. I don't know how long the sentence will be. I suspect that he may have confessed our business with the guests in the north. This is what I am most worried about.

Seeing the silent Jeff, West paused and continued.

The league did nothing to us on the surface ... but every move they made was almost fatal to us, and I suspect that after this snow or spring wave passes, they will settle this account against us.

Jeff was apprehensive in his heart, but his face was disdainful, and he sneered.

They can send troops to take us all out.

It's not necessarily impossible, West said with a wry smile, The construction team is already infiltrating the grassroots of the slums. The more people they organize, the less space we have to hide... I even doubt that they have already Eyeing you and me.

Jeff's eyes narrowed slightly.

In fact, there is no need for West to remind him. He also felt similar after seeing a series of moves by the league. Especially in the past few days, he always felt that someone was staring at him.

perhaps--

I should go to the north to avoid the limelight.

Wait until the aftermath of the upheaval in Boulder City is completely calm, and come back after everything has settled.

After pondering for a moment, he said seriously.

What is your suggestion?

West spoke his mind.

Shut down businesses that are likely to provoke the alliance's sensitive nerves first, such as 'labor dispatch' and 'organ trading'. There are also facilities that may have problems such as 'hospitals', 'kitchens', and 'welfare homes'.

Jeff's brow twitched.

That's a lot of money.

West nodded silently.

Yes...but even if we don't close it, our customers will be almost wiped out, and it is purely a risk to continue to operate.

Those blue coats have been running around like crazy lately, picking up even the cannibal tribes that hid in the tunnels for the winter.

Those cannibals were disgusting, and he didn't like them, but doing business with them was more pleasant.

They catch fat sheep like merchants, and after eating the meat, the remaining property and goods are often sold through gangs in the slums, and the reward is only a few girls who cannot be sold.

They are different from the distinguished guests in the north. They don't mind whether the slaves look good or not, and they are not picky eaters.

Listening to the second master's suggestion, Jeff stared at the dagger on the table and fell into deep thought.

Two years ago, when the business in Honghe Town was still booming, these were actually petty profits, and it didn't matter if they were left to the Dean Gang and the Poison Gang.

However, now, these once petty profits have almost become the bulk of the gang's income, what will he and his brothers eat if they are cut off?

After pondering for a moment, Jeff said slowly.

Transformation is possible, but we need new sources of income.

Seeing that the boss finally let go, West heaved a sigh of relief and continued patiently.

I think so too... We have enough manpower. As long as the whitewashing goes well, we can change our livelihood. For example, find a way to contract some legal projects from the alliance, or go to Xizhou City to open mines. Wait for the procedures Come down, let's use our method to do it, and the profit may not be as much as the business of killing people and stealing goods.

Jeff nodded slowly.

According to what you said... I plan to go to the Free State in a few days to explain the weapons to our customers. I will probably stay there for a while, and I will leave this to you.

As ordered.

West nodded respectfully, but curled his lips in disdain.

The explanation to the client is probably false. The old fox probably peed his pants because he was scared by the alliance. He probably hasn't slept in the past few days.

But it's also good.

This guy is gone, so I can do some things by myself.

When he comes back, it's hard to say who is the boss here.

Looking at the subordinates with their heads down, Jeff nodded slightly, and was sending him off when a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside the window.

The two immediately looked out the window, only to see thick smoke billowing from the dilapidated street not far away, and the crowd ran away screaming.

Oh shit!

The nerves that had been relaxed just now tensed into bowstrings again. Jeff cursed, got up and walked to the window, What are those idiots doing! Didn't I tell them to keep a low profile these days!

Staring at the direction of the thick smoke, West's pupils shrank slightly.

The welfare home...

Hearing the word orphanage, Jeff's brows twitched fiercely, and he immediately turned around and walked up to West, reaching out to grab his collar.

Take people there immediately! Move the goods to a safe place! Before the people from the alliance come! Quick!

yes!

Thinking of the methods of the alliance, West nodded nervously, not daring to hesitate, and immediately turned and walked out the door.

Seeing the hastily closed door, Jeff always felt uneasy, cursed in a low voice, went to the table and pulled out the dagger.

Maybe I should go to the safe house for a while.

...

Star anise, fragrant leaves, fennel...what do they look like?

Holding a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, Feng Qing, who was walking in the market at the entrance of Jubi, looked around blankly.

About an hour ago, she, Guigui and a few friends from the other goblin corps were preparing New Year's Eve food in the kitchen of the alliance barracks.

As for the food, it is the tentacles of myriads.

These mollusk-like mammals are usually active in the forest from Dawn City to Red River Union, and there are some high-radiation areas in the city, but they are not common.

Most wastelanders will walk around when they see a myriad, because it is not only resistant to punches, but also very resilient.

A shuttle of bullets swept over, and the stump fell off the ground, and it grew back in a few days.

not only that.

Its meat is extremely smelly, it smells like half-month-old eggs, and probably contains hydrogen sulfide in addition to organic acids, almost no one would want to eat it.

However, their boss mosquito suddenly had a whim——

Since myriads are so durable and their tentacles can regenerate, if we can solve the problem of being unpalatable, wouldn't we be able to raise it like a leek!

Cut one crop and grow another, the protein production efficiency is not much better than that of chickens, ducks, pigs, cattle and sheep!

At first everyone refused, because it was too stinky, causing the friends from other regiments to look at them strangely.

However, all of them together cannot hold back the persistence of the mosquito boss.

Toxicity, I'll think of a way! MMP! The periodic table of elements is there, I still don't believe that a piece of meat can't be cured!

No, no, no! The meat is too stinky! Lao Na even said no!

Leader! Give up!

Spice! Use spices to cover up the smell! Hahaha, I'm such a genius!

So——

She was sent by everyone to buy spices.

Feng Qing didn't have any objection to this, the boss Mosquito gave 100 silver coins for running errands, this guy did all kinds of things, but he was really generous.

The problem however is...

She didn't know what these spices looked like, let alone what they should be called when they were translated into adult languages.

Ashamed to say, she doesn't know how to cook at all, but she tried it once in the game and almost sent herself away.

It's much harder than flying a plane...

After walking around the market several times, Feng Qing couldn't find any spices that matched the pictures in the internet search, so he couldn't help but sigh.

In short, as long as it is a strong spice, it's fine...just buy some.

If I knew it earlier, I would pull Guigui out together.

Seeing her walking around the stall several times, the condiment seller couldn't help asking.

Hey miss, do you need help?

After understanding the words of Ren Lian, Feng Qing stopped and nodded.

Well, is there any spice?

The boss scratched the back of his head.

Spices? There are so many...but which one do you want?

Anything is fine.

What the hell can anything be?

The boss froze for a moment, then glanced at the bunch of garlic hanging under the shed.

Is this ok?

This is garlic, what I want are spices... Feng Qing couldn't help frowning, I seem to have it in the kitchen, what I need is the one with a stronger smell.

The boss scratched his head and said.

You said spices. Garlic is also a spice... Is it more flavorful? It would be nice if you were more specific.

It's relatively rare...does it count? Feng Qing added one in a low voice with a guilty conscience.

Rubbing his index finger against his chin, the boss thought for a while and said.

Rare? Exotic spices? I heard that Borneo Province is rich in some flavorful spices. A few days ago, a merchant from there was selling them...

Hearing the boss's words, Feng Qing's eyes lit up immediately, and he put his hands on the stall.

where is he?!

Stared at by those piercing eyes, the boss unconsciously took half a step back, coughed and said.

He has already left... I saw that his goods were sold out yesterday, so I guess he should go back.

It's sold out...

A trace of disappointment floated on Feng Qing's face.

At this moment, a hearty shout suddenly came from the side.

Exotic spices? I have some.

The direction from which the voice came was a slightly larger stall. The owner was a young man in his twenties and thirties, wearing a leather jacket, smiling at her.

He's not doing business alone.

There were two taciturn young people sitting under the shed, one was playing with a dagger, the other seemed to be dozing off with his eyes closed, and no one paid attention to him.

Feng Qing's eyes lit up, and he immediately walked to the stall. However, after glancing at the things on the wooden table, a trace of doubt floated in her eyes.

Are you...are you selling condiments?

There are some miscellaneous objects on the stalls.

There are glasses, rings, jewelry and other accessories, as well as miscellaneous rifles and bullets of various calibers, as well as clothes or backpacks.

There are even a few mechanical prosthetic bodies and electronic parts of no apparent use.

It doesn't look like a condiment store here.

Not even enough food.

It's still snowing in the sky, of course we can't put such precious things outside, the man said with a smile, The goods are in the hotel, not far from here, if you are interested, you can pick them up with me.

Feng Qing asked worriedly.

Is it expensive?

It's not expensive, you can definitely afford it! Seeing that the fat sheep took the bait, the man laughed and kicked the boy playing with the dagger, handed over the stall to him, and walked out from behind the stall. , said courteously, Come with me, I'll take you there.

Uh-huh!

Feng Qing nodded excitedly and followed behind that person.

Seeing this, the boss selling condiments opened his mouth hesitantly. He was about to say something, but he looked around and closed his mouth again.

That guy is obviously a member of the Dagger Gang, and the miscellaneous goods sold at the stall are obviously stolen goods.

He's here for business, not for trouble, and he doesn't want to have his throat cut in the middle of the night.

Watching the little girl follow the gang member and disappear at the edge of the market, he shook his head and clicked his tongue.

Pretty girl.

Pity.

Walking to the edge of the market, seeing the NPC walking towards the direction of the slums, Feng Qing tilted his head in doubt, looked at the tall building next to the viaduct and said.

Isn't the hotel over there?

She remembered that all the NPCs lived in the Wind Hotel in the Distance.

The man said with a smile.

That's where rich merchants live. Those of us who do small business can't afford to live in that kind of luxurious hotel... Come with me, it's not far ahead.

Is it luxurious...

Feng Qing glanced at the building that was as tall as a huge wall.

I feel that apart from being tall, it seems to be average.

But she was relieved when she thought that this was a wasteland.

Just in case, send a message to Guigui.

Thinking of this, Feng Qing raised his index finger and tapped on the VM on his left arm a few times, and edited a text message.

[Feng Qing: It seems that a hidden mission was triggered when I was looking for spices! Excited! ()】

Edit done——

Sent successfully!

Not long after, the reply came.

【GuiGui: Hey, wait, where are the spices? ! What about spices? We are all waiting for you! ! ! 】

Feng Qing smiled and picked out a few more words.

[Feng Qing: Don't panic, don't panic. 】(Failed to send)

Huh?

Seeing the small bubble behind the message, Feng Qing was slightly taken aback.

Is the signal so hip?

...

After leaving the market, the two walked for a while in the slums. The shacks around them became more and more dilapidated, and the alleys became narrower and narrower.

Until a rusty iron door, the man finally stopped, took out a set of keys from his waist, and rummaged through them.

While he was taking the key, Feng Qing took a look here.

In front of him was a small, narrow courtyard. Behind the overgrown courtyard was a three-story red brick building. There were five or six rooms on the first floor, and dilapidated curtains were hung on each window.

Rather than saying this is a hotel, she thinks it's more like a dormitory, or a place like a school.

Soon she caught a glimpse of a line of writing on a rotten wooden sign, which probably said something about an orphanage.

This really isn't a hotel, is it?

Feng Qing looked away thoughtfully from the overgrown courtyard, looked to the other side of the alley, and happened to meet an old woman who was clearing snow.

She was going to smile, but saw the old woman's face changed as if she had seen a plague god, she quickly looked away, and hurriedly hid in the house.

She vaguely heard the sound of the latch being knocked.

Strange……

From just now, she felt that she might trigger some hidden mission, otherwise why would there be so many people with guns around.

Now she is more and more convinced that this is not a hotel at all, and the guy who brought her here is not a good person at all.

Miss, are you a resident of the shelter?

Hearing the man talking, Feng Qing looked away from the other side of the alley and nodded.

Well, how did you find out?

The man said with a smile.

Your accent and that unique temperament tell me so... The wastelanders outside can't compare with you.

This NPC is pretty good at talking.

Feng Qing couldn't help blushing, smiled and said.

You flatter me.

After finally finding the key, the man pushed open the iron door amid a burst of creaking noises, and walked in first.

The guy didn't seem worried about running away.

But it was rare to trigger such an unusual task, so she had no intention of running at all, and followed with a trace of curiosity.

The two walked through the overgrown yard, followed the flagstone path up the two steps to the front door, and walked to the main entrance of the red brick building.

The man gave Feng Qing a gesture to wait, walked up to the wooden door alone, reached out and knocked lightly on it twice.

As if he had been waiting at the door for a long time, the wooden door opened a crack, and a bored face appeared behind the crack.

It was a woman in her twenties or thirties. Her hair was messy and she had freckles beside her nose. She actually looked pretty, but a burn on her forehead ruined all her beauty.

Her name is Horaka, she has worked as a prostitute, as a thug, and as the mistress of the boss of the Dagger Gang, and now she is the director of the Gray House Welfare Institute.

Everyone in the ghetto knew her.

Which child got lost, which girl never came back home, either ran away with the Wastelander, or came to her.

Miles...what are you doing here? Horaka lowered his hoarse voice and said impatiently, Didn't Mr. West say that he stopped these days?

The man named Miles didn't hide the complacency on his face, lowered his voice very low, and said happily.

He did say that, but the opportunity was rare.

The woman hurriedly glanced at the little girl who was standing behind Miles and looked left and right, her eyes under the shadow narrowed dangerously.

Refuge resident? You're crazy...

She could tell at a glance that this guy was definitely not an ordinary wastelander.

She is alone and has no companions. I have been paying attention to her for a long time. Don't be so timid. There are at least tens of thousands of residents in the shelter in the northern suburbs. When the alliance finds out that one is missing, I'm afraid it will be a few days later. We will have her It changed hands. Didn’t the customers in the north always want to buy one?”

Seeing the crazy woman staring at him, Miles quickly said with a chuckle, Don't worry... I've turned on the jammer, no signal will be sent out.

Of course he knew that the shelter residents would wear vital signs monitors (VM).

I also know that two VMs can locate each other, which is as common sense in the wasteland as the coats of those blue gophers.

But so what?

Blocking signals is much easier than locating them.

As soon as he left the market, he turned on the shielding device.

The woman's sharp eyes softened a little, and she opened the door wider.

Come in and talk.

As she spoke, she looked at Feng Qing who was standing behind Miles and was fiddling with VM, cleared her throat and said.

Come in too, it's cold outside.

Um!

Putting the no-signal VM back into his sleeve, Feng Qing nodded with a smile, and walked into the room with the man named Miles.

The lobby is spacious.

Facing the main entrance was a wooden platform, on which stood two iron cages made of steel bars, with shackles hanging on the railings, and the black stains were either rust or blood.

That should be blood.

As soon as she came in, she immediately smelled a very faint stench of grease and decay.

There are more than a dozen chairs under the wooden stands. It seems that some special program has been held here. Judging from the sign thrown beside the chairs, it should be used for holding signs at the auction.

There was a thick layer of dust on the stool legs, and this weird facility must have been idle for some time.

As for why she can see clearly, that is also a matter of course.

Flying at a height of more than 100 meters, she could clearly see the head buried in the trench, but of course it would not be so that she could not see the details close at hand.

Excuse me, is the spice here? Although she knew it was nonsense, she still called softly.

Horaka looked at Miles, who was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing as if he had heard some funny joke.

Spice? Hahaha! Hey... little girl, you haven't figured out the situation yet, have you?

Before the words fell, he took out his pistol and pointed it at Feng Qing, and continued with a grinning grin.

You should understand when you see this guy.

Horaka, who was standing aside, folded his arms and teased.

Remember to keep your eyes open in your next life. It's rare to have a good birth in the refuge... But don't be too sad. Although the lunatics in the north are wilder, they are much better than those in the wasteland.

Really, if you don't have spices, just make it clear. It makes me happy in vain.

Instead of showing any expressions of fear or panic as expected by the two, Feng Qing took out a grenade with a slight smile and threw it at his feet.

As for reincarnation... why don't we go together.

Vori!

Seeing the pull ring falling on the ground and the grenade rolling towards him, Miles, holding the gun, changed his expression wildly, and fell backwards to the ground.

The madman!

Don't die? !

The same is true for Horaka, who hid aside in horror.

Almost at the same time as they fell down, the explosion that shattered the eardrums roared in the hall, and the two of them subconsciously closed their eyes with nearly ten million candelas of white light flashing.

But nothing works.

Not to mention that the speed of closing the eyes cannot be faster than light, and the flashes of nearly ten million candelas cannot be blocked by a mere eyelid.

Damn it! It's a flashbang!

Miles, who was lying behind the stands, roared angrily, rubbed his red eyes with his left hand, and shot randomly.

The explosion of gunfire echoed in the hall, but he couldn't hear a sound at all. His brain felt like a heavy hammer had been hit, and his body lost his balance.

At this time, another larger grenade rolled to his side with a tinkling clang.

The moment he could barely see clearly, his face changed wildly.

The flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and the air waves visible to the naked eye swept across the wooden stands, even shattering the window next to the door that was covered by curtains.

Miles was killed on the spot, and he didn't even have time to say a last word.

Horaka sat slumped on the ground, his whole body seemed to be frightened, there was no trace of blood on his face, and the floor was wet with ginger liquid.

She had been a thug for the Dagger Gang, and she had killed people, but that was when she was very young.

And even at that time, she was just fighting with rival gangs with a pistol on the street, but she had never been bombed.

Feng Qing, who was lying down beside the corridor on one side of the hall, shook his drowsy head, stood up from the ground while leaning on the wall.

The impact of the flash bombs on her is also not small, but it is not enough to make her lose her fighting power.

After all, she came down from the battlefield, even if she is not as good as the bosses of the Burning Corps, she will not overturn in the hands of two young men.

Looking at the messy hall and the scorched floor, Feng Qing took out his pistol and loaded it, muttering something in his mouth.

Is this charge too exaggerated?

With that power, I feel that the fragments are superfluous...

Finally recovering from the aftermath of the explosion, Horaka got up secretly from the ground, ready to slip away from the messy front hall.

However, she hadn't stood still yet, the cold muzzle of the gun had already reached the back of her head, and then a substandard human connection came from behind.

Don't move, I'm also an awakener anyway, so I'm definitely much faster than you.

Horaka slowly raised his hands and said tremblingly.

Don't, don't shoot!

She couldn't figure out why that girl who looked polite and quiet had such brutal fighting power.

I surrender!

Feng Qing looked at her and continued to ask.

Is there anyone else here? Or is it just you?

Hey, there are still some goods in the basement... No, there are some slaves, oh no, they are captives. Horaka stammered.

There should have been some thugs here, but recently the business has stopped, and instead of entertaining customers, she only needs to feed the goods, and she is the only one left.

In order not to attract the attention of the Alliance, the Dagger Gang disguised it as an abandoned building.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help cursing a few words in her heart at that idiot who had turned into a corpse. If he survived, Mr. West would cut him off limbs and throw him to the dogs.

Not caring about her incoherent change of words, Feng Qing glanced at the VM on his left arm.

The signal still hasn't recovered.

It appears that shielding is also installed in this building.

At this time, there were suddenly chaotic footsteps and shouts from the yard outside the door, at least a dozen or twenty people came.

We've fallen into a den of thieves.

If I knew this hidden mission was so exciting, I brought Guigui along.

Looking in the direction of the door, and then glanced at the trembling red name NPC with his head in his hands, Feng Qing muttered to himself.

Just when she was preparing to meet the enemy, there was a loud explosion sound outside the door and window, and the snow and mud thrown up by the explosion fell into the house like rain.

ah!!!

Unable to hold back the fear in her heart any longer, Horaka who was knocked to the ground let out a heart-piercing scream, but soon she was hit hard on the head, rolled her eyes and passed out.

It's noisy.

After knocking out the predator, Feng Qing leaned over her body and quickly moved to the window.

The moment she looked outside, her eyes suddenly widened.

This is... a missile?!

The entire front yard seemed to have been turned over by an excavator, leaving only a large pit several meters wide, printed in the very center of the yard.

Although the dust splashed by the explosion messed up the surrounding area, it didn't hurt any surrounding buildings, and even the walls of the courtyard didn't collapse.

Such a precise strike obviously doesn't look like artillery!

Beside the crater lay a few dead bodies, and several gang members whose hands and feet had been severed by the blast were curling up and wailing weakly.

The explosion happened almost instantly, so fast that they had no time to react.

In the billowing smoke that filled the alleys outside the courtyard, there were occasional bang bang gunshots and screams, but all of them were broken cleanly without exception.

The battle is completely over.

A curvaceous figure stepped across the dusty courtyard and walked steadily towards the red brick building.

Looking at the bulging alloy breastplate, the black mirror helmet, and the explosion-proof shield and rifle in the sister's hands, Feng Qing's eyes couldn't help but shine.

It's so cool! She couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

What kind of equipment is this? !

Wait, is it a prosthesis?

X-16 glanced at the shelter resident pasted by the window, and tapped his index finger on the helmet.

Target recovered successfully—

mission completed.