This Game Is Too Realistic

In the trading post of Dawn City, there were endless shouts and caravans passing through the gate, bustling from day to night.

The ruts of different thicknesses formed a criss-cross chessboard on the ground, and a variety of rare treasures were piled up on the stalls to form hills.

Among them are eight-packed octopus-style manipulators produced by Jushi Military Industry, clocks and jewelry produced by Hump Kingdom, general-purpose bionic maids and attendants imported from Ideal City, and even exotic spices from the Far Sea Continent and legion production soap.

In short, there are only goods here that you can't think of, and there is nothing you can't buy.

A long time ago, the market in Dawn City changed its business model. While retaining the official commodity trading point operated by the alliance, it leased the expanded trading space to individuals.

There are not only local merchants and residents of the refuge, but also foreign merchants who rent the stalls.

From the time when the wave hadn't started, it gradually became lively as the winter passed.

Especially now that the news of the end of the wave has spread, it has added a touch of festive color to the prosperity here.

Is there any happy event recently?

Stopping in front of a booth, the man in a gray long-collar coat looked up at the decorations hanging in front of the booth, and asked a casual question.

His complexion is slightly dark, with deep wrinkles on his brows and the corners of his eyes. He looks weather-beaten, and he is carrying a suitcase in his hand.

The stall owner took a look at his appearance, only thought that this person was a bit unfamiliar, presumably he must be a merchant from far away, so he said with a smile.

My lord, the manager, led us to overcome the tide. Three days later, a victory celebration will be held here. This is our old tradition. By the way, is this your first time here?

That's not true, but the last time I came here, it was still a wilderness. The man looked around and said with a helpless expression, Just now, I thought I had read the wrong map.

Look at his ignorance, the stall owner said with a smile.

That must have been several years ago! Now this area is under the control of the Alliance, and it is no longer the wilderness of a few years ago.

Although he hasn't been back here for many years, the man seems to be no stranger to the word alliance, apparently he has heard rumors about this area elsewhere.

I've heard that the manager of Vault 404 led his residents to build a prosperous utopia on the wasteland. Not only did they want to unite all the survivors who suffered, but they also vowed to end the era of the wasteland as their life. ideal...

The stall owner smiled embarrassedly.

Haha, it's not as exaggerated as the rumors say, but it's okay...by the way, friend, where are you from?

said the man.

Southern Sea.

The stall owner looked at him in surprise.

Southern sea? Is it... a small island in the south? I heard that the scenery there is good.

It was too far there, and Haiya Province and Jinchuan Province were in turmoil, so he really didn't know much about it.

The man smiled wryly and said with a helpless expression.

If you call a sea beast that can stir up waves tens of meters high as scenery... then you should like that place.

The stall owner made a haha, and said in embarrassment.

Haha, it seems that every family has their own hard-to-read scriptures... If you don't count the brood in the city center, the biggest guy here is the one who manages your lord's mount.

The man froze for a while.

Take...a mount?

A death claw, said the stall owner with a proud expression on his face, as if the person riding the death claw was himself, even the mighty death claw is crawling under his feet, this There is nothing on the planet that he can't defeat... including the brood in the city center!

The man couldn't help but twitched his eyebrows. He wanted to laugh but felt impolite, so he thought it was because you lacked knowledge.

But the stall owner had a sentence that caught his attention.

What do you mean he defeated the hive in the city center...?

The stall owner said proudly.

It literally means that he killed the guy who couldn't even win the War Construction Committee. Not only this year's wave, but there will be no future.

The man stared dumbfounded and opened his jaw slightly.

Killed...

How to get rid of that thing? !

He has been studying Mutated Slime Mold for some years. The thing that has changed is that as long as there is a little bit of scum left, it will pop up endlessly, and every rebirth will make it more difficult than the last time. .

In fact, he came here for that brood this time, but the guy in front of him told him...that brood was killed?

Seeing that the man stood there in a daze without speaking for a long time, and kept asking questions, without any intention of buying anything, the stall owner gradually lost interest in continuing to chat with him.

But in the end, he opened the door to do business. In the idea of ​​not offending others, he was too embarrassed to drive them away directly, so he reminded him in good faith.

If you want to know about Dawn City, I suggest you buy the latest newspaper, then go to the Road Town Hotel at the entrance, order a beer and sit down. No one will take care of you in the lobby there all day long, and there will never be a shortage The person to chat with... The stories I heard from those mercenary merchants are much more exciting than the ones I heard here, especially the lame old Hook. It's here.

Thank you, I will refer to your suggestion. The man seemed to have sensed that the stall owner was not interested in him, so he politely replied that he was going to say goodbye.

You're welcome, my name is Zhang Datong. If you need wholesale hardware tools or automatic rifles, you can find me...By the way, what do you do?

I'm the manager. The man said honestly.

Take care of... the manager?! The stall owner didn't react at first, but was shocked when he repeated his words, and his eyes widened.

Uh...but it's not the manager here. Seeing the dull face of the stall owner, the man suddenly remembered something, and said helplessly, I don't mean to offend, although I know that the manager has special meaning to you, but this There are actually more shelters in the world than you can imagine. By the way, if I want to meet your administrator...how should I meet him?

Zhang Datong was stunned for a long time with his mouth open, then he collected himself and stared at the man.

...Really? Which shelter are you from?

As if guessing that he would doubt, the man sighed and rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the slightly faded VM.

Vault No. 70, manager Sun Yuechi.

However, what he didn't expect was that the moment the stall owner saw him take out the VM, instead of dropping his jaw in surprise, he quickly lost interest.

Hey, what does this thing mean? Zhang Datong glanced at his mouth with disdain, and his expression of suspicion turned into deep suspicion, Isn't it just a vital sign detector? There are many people with this thing. 's gone.

Sun Yuechi froze, dumbfounded, and was about to argue, but before he could speak, the stall owner continued.

Even if you are a manager, what about your power armor?

Move... the power armor?

That's right, Zhang Dayong looked at him strangely, You said you were a manager, so you have a power armor anyway?

Sun Yuechi looked at him blankly.

Power armor and managers...

Is there a necessary connection between the two?

Seeing that his down-and-out bear doesn't seem to be able to take out that thing, Zhang Datong couldn't help showing a trace of contempt in his eyes, and he didn't even have the nerve to tell him that their managers can walk around wearing power armor without turning on the power.

Forget it, I guess you can't take it out...then there must be a mount?

I... Sun Yuechi blushed from holding back, unable to speak a word.

Not wanting to embarrass this guy, Zhang Datong waved his hand.

Okay, okay, I've seen a lot of people like you. Every so often, someone buys a blue coat and comes here to cheat, saying that he is a refuge resident. Hey, it's the first time I've seen someone who claims to be a manager. I Just treat it like you're bragging, find someone else to brag about, I don't have time to accompany you.

Sun Yuechi choked back the words that came to his lips, glared fiercely at the stall owner with a hippie smile, turned and walked away with his suitcase in his hand.

By the way, the residents here feel stupid.

Fortunately, when he first heard the rumors of the alliance, he expected it for a while, but he didn't expect it to be nothing more than that.

Thinking of something in his mind, Sun Yuechi stopped at the entrance of the trading station, and suddenly changed his mind to visit the manager directly.

perhaps……

That dumb guy was right.

Why don't you go to the road town hotel to buy a newspaper, as he said, secretly observe what's going on here, and then make a decision...

...

At the same time, the road town hotel not far from the trading post.

Lisa, wearing an apron, walked through the crowd, put the tray full of beer on the wooden table, and hurried to the back kitchen.

Seeing the little girl busy, Old Hook couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

At first he just sympathized with this little girl's miserable life experience, but after getting along for a long time, he unconsciously regarded her as his own daughter.

Fortunately, he has no children.

Taking advantage of Lisa's break, he stopped the diligent little girl and handed her a small bag of silver coins.

I want you to rest for a few days, start tomorrow, this is your salary for this month, and come back to work after the celebration is over in three days.

Lisa froze for a moment, then asked in a low voice in fear.

Is there anything I can't do well?

Old Hook grinned.

No, on the contrary, you are doing very well, and that's why you need to rest more. If you earn money and don't spend it, what's the point? Go buy some new clothes for yourself, the people in the refugee home are all staring at me Well, I don't want to be called a boss who squeezes his employees.

In order to prevent the rescued poor people from being oppressed by unscrupulous bosses, the home for refugees of the alliance will regularly return visits to the rescued people who have obtained the status of residents of the alliance.

This is a move proposed by shelter residents.

It is said that the cause was that those nosy blue coats discovered that a certain black-hearted company recruited a large number of supervised workers with ulterior motives, and exploited their desire to become Union residents to squeeze them bottomlessly.

Including but not limited to refusing to implement the manager's declaration at the Victory Day celebration, continuing to exploit workers according to the old law, making them work on the production line for 12 consecutive hours without overtime pay.

And the final result was very satisfying. The manager did what he said and let the guy get out. This matter even made the headlines of Survivor Daily.

Not long after this, the refugee home added a return visit system.

Of course, Old Hook was not worried about the return visit of the refugee home, nor was he worried about any bad rumors, after all, he thought he had never done anything unscrupulous.

He just felt that at her age, she should live a brighter life. If he had children, he would hope that his children would be like hers.

Ahh... living in the sun.

What an extravagant wish.

Old Hook suddenly felt a little emotional, this was not the first time, he even forgot that he was living in the wasteland.

Receiving the old man's kindness, Lisa held the money bag in her hand and said in a low voice.

But... won't the celebration be very busy? Is it really okay if I'm not here?

It's okay. Old Hook smiled and waved his hands, signaling that she shouldn't care. I'll ask a few temporary workers to help.

Lian Dayan, who was sitting on the bar drinking beer, hiccupped and raised his dangling right hand.

Can I sign up first? Or tell me when the task will be sent out, so I can grab the order.

Recognizing this regular customer, Old Hook scolded with a smile.

You? I can't afford it, and I want to save some money for my retirement.

Lian Dayan, who was lying next to the wine bottle, said with a sad face.

20% off...oh no, 50% off, someone will give me a job, anything, as long as it can make money.

Lao Bai patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

What's wrong, brother, are you down?

Irena, who was eating a lizard tail skewer, looked at him with a funny face.

No way, how much can you spend on that little hobby?

Get out.

The debtor's big eyes blushed, as if he knew that this group of dogs must be trying to blackmail him, so he took the first step and turned back, but he didn't have the nerve to say where he wasted all the money.

But his good brother, the construction site guy, didn't hide it for him, and said it with a smile.

This guy bought over a hundred nibblers.

More than a hundred nibblers? !

After hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Good guy... your intelligence attribute is not low.

A hundred nibblers have a hammer.

Ten thousand silver coins... Fang Chang stroked his chin, thought for a moment and said, It doesn't seem that expensive...it won't cost him anything.

The price of a light cavalry exoskeleton is really not that expensive for veteran players of the A test, and it is only moderate at best.

The silver coin income of this game increases synchronously with the contribution level and sequence level.

Irena also looked suspiciously at Big Eye lying on the table, feeling that things were not that simple.

Sure enough, the construction site guy continued to tear down the stage with a hippie smile.

It's fine if it's just like this, but can my big-eyed brother accept that his subordinates are a group of mentally retarded? Obviously not! So this brother equips each nibbler with a gun, although it is an iron-barreled rifle , but 7mm bullets have to cost money, right?

Uh, that's true. Irena calculated, this is indeed not a small sum.

Really? The construction site guy shrugged and continued, And you know, the nibbler usually just stands there stupidly, so that he can barely maintain the balance of the organic matter... According to his startled way The gameplay not only needs to be consumed by the ammunition of those eaters, but also needs to solve their nutritional problems.

Okay, don't talk about it, I'm a second-time pen. The debtor covered his face with his big eyes, and was about to cry.

The boy on the construction site and Brick hadn't had their fill of fun yet, he chuckled and hooked his shoulders.

Don't, brother, I haven't finished yet.

The indebted big eyes pushed the guy's hand away.

Get out! I don't have a brother like you!

Lao Bai: Hahaha!

The people sitting in front of the bar were talking and laughing. Seeing that they had a good relationship, Lisa, who was holding the dinner plate, couldn't help but pursed her lips.

However, happiness in this world is always equal.

Some people are happy, others are worried.

Just when everyone was talking and laughing to help Dayan come up with bad ideas, a surprised exclamation suddenly sounded in the luxurious standard room in the backyard annex.

What?! They don't sell it anymore?!

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(Sorry guys, today I pulled, but luckily caught up with T.T)