This Game Is Too Realistic

The angry voice echoed in the spacious cavity, and even the sea water rippling on the edge of the square was blown into ripples.

The crew of the Glory standing on the concrete ground stopped involuntarily, feeling at a loss for a moment.

The atmosphere at the scene was a little stiff.

Or embarrassment.

Especially for a few outsiders from Vault 404, Sesame Paste looked at Sisi without knowing what to do, and the tail, which had nowhere to put his hands, was already quietly playing with his fleshy chest hair.

Sis took a look at the gate of the shelter, exchanged glances with the sesame paste who asked for his sight, and shook his head.

No terminal.

Ah this...

There was also a headache expression on Sesame Paste's face.

But this is quite reasonable.

After all, according to Captain Chen, this was originally the engineering entrance of No. 70 Vault, and it was reserved as a backup entrance after the completion of the project. Maybe the giant gear gate was installed last.

Since it exists like an escape route, it is not used at all at ordinary times, let alone opened from the outside, and the terminals that are not connected to the security system of the shelter are also being cleaned up.

...It might be better to leave this kind of matter to them to solve by themselves. The tail with two braids on the fleshy belly interjected in a low voice.

She is of the agile department.

When she first landed, she saw that there was no place to enter the password at that door.

I also think so.

Sis nodded, cast his gaze not far away, and said meaningfully, If the sanctuary authority can solve all problems, the problem would not have happened in the first place.

She was fortunate enough to have access to the authority of the shelter, and that was when she was in the No. 79 shelter.

It is precisely because of this that, unlike most players who have never touched the key, she knows that it is not a universal wishing machine, and using it in an inappropriate situation will mess things up.

Perhaps it was for the same reason that the manager gave this key to her who had used the Manager Authority Experience Card.

Facing the closed giant door, Dong Wen was silent for a while, then sighed softly.

...You're right, we really don't deserve your help.

As soon as his words fell, noisy roars poured out from the radio.

Stop that hypocritical introspection! Do you think we will believe it?

Ungrateful guy!

Go back to where you came from!

Although you guys have done it well, it's best to demolish that coral city, and we'll come out after you're all dead!

Don't miss us in the future, we don't deserve it, thank you!

All the crew members lowered their heads and looked at the Dolphin submarine silently, wanting to go back, but then remembered that strictly speaking, this submarine was also part of Vault 70.

Listening to the continuous loud broadcast, Chen Jianhong walked to the side of the cave, and fumbled on the wall for a while with a flashlight.

After a while, he seemed to have found what he was looking for, stopped his groping hands, and shouted at the loud broadcast.

enough!

The square fell silent for a while.

The people in the radio room were obviously stunned, as if they didn't think that Captain Chen would attack him.

...you still want the compatriots in shelter 404 to see a joke, I have no objection, but please look down at the coat on your body, and then ask it, what our fathers said when they entered the shelter What?

There seemed to be silence in the square.

No one responded.

However, Chen Jianhong didn't intend to wait for them to answer. He just cleared his throat and read out the words engraved on the wall covered in dust word by word.

...Thank you for your trust and sacrifice, you are the biggest contributors to our civilization!

I will be grateful and carry the shame of today with your memory and move on.

We will always remember the suffering you endured at this moment! I swear here that in the future your children will live in a brave new world! It will be a new era more united than the era of prosperity, and it will be more united than the era of our civilization. All moments are great!

...sorry, we can't take everyone, but this is the only option, so that we can all have a bright future.

Are there any ancestors of yours here? Don't worry, I haven't finished reading, there is still a long string here... Chen Jianhong walked along the wall for a while, stretched out his hand to brush off the dust, The eyes staring at the wall suddenly paused.

There was a trace of complexity in his pupils, he looked at the door of the refuge, and read the sentence he saw just now.

From now on, your children are our children...

There was silence in the square.

Those words were like sharp knives, piercing into the hearts of all residents in Vault 70.

Chen Jianhong was sure that those dozen or so people were definitely not the only ones gathered in the broadcasting room at this moment.

I stayed in the shelter for four months, there was no bar, no news, only the poor entertainment facilities and the unappetizing food reserves in those shelters. Like him, they have long been used to life outside, and it would be a ghost if they could stay inside forever!

Thousands of people in the entire refuge are probably gathered around the holographic screen, waiting to see the jokes of those poor people.

After a long silence, a weak cough came from the radio.

...But after all, this is our sanctuary, and we have the right to decide how to use it.

'Us'! Sanctuary!

Chen Jianhong looked at the rectangular gear, repeated that sentence, and then said it word by word.

You touch your chest and tell me loudly, who owns this shelter! Who built it!

Silence spread across the square.

Only the loud roar echoed.

Looking at the silent broadcast, Chen Jianhong spoke slowly.

...You all know that, but you just don't want to think about it. It's okay, I'm also a member of Vault 70, so let me tell you.

He pointed to the door of the shelter, like a tour guide, to the people standing behind him.

That giant alloy gate was undoubtedly produced in a factory in the era of prosperity. I don't know which factory made this shield, but I can be sure that someone cast it, someone polished it, and someone put it on Installed on the track, someone designed a lock and password for him... It is a huge and strict industrial chain, and existences similar to it have built our era of prosperity. Strictly speaking, it is all participants in the entire industrial chain. the joint achievements of the

It's not just this door!

There are also excavator drivers who dug out this cave, designers who designed the various functional areas of the shelter, engineers who installed reactors and light bulbs for you, and even miners who drove mining ships to mine in outer space...Of course, It also includes the teachers who cultivated these talents, the doctors who saw them, the parents who raised them, and countless SUPP citizens who contributed their sweat, creativity and tax dollars.”

Tell me, where are they now!

Looking at the indifferent door and the silent radio, Chen Jianhong took a deep breath and let out the turbid air in his chest along with the words he had held back for a long time.

If you don't want to tell me, there is no doubt that they are all dead, most of them are dead... that is obvious. Vault was designed for the wasteland era, but our planet was never, it is It’s like a spacious and beautiful house, no matter how many people are there when it’s good, but once the house collapses, 99% of the people will die!”

Some people survived by luck, but their nightmare has just begun. The endless winter, the mutants mutated in infection and radiation, and the despair of the collapse of heaven. A few people survived as human beings, and more people were distorted by the environment into Beasts... Maybe only 1% of the people survived, or maybe even less, but no one knows? It's impossible to count this thing in that case!

They stayed in hell until the 50th year of the Wasteland Era, 50 years! Until they lay in the grave with their children, until their grandson just came of age! And at this time, the nightmare appeared a little bit over However, it didn’t take long before new troubles appeared one after another.”

The index finger tapped on the engraved wall, and Chen Jianhong's tone was tinged with sarcasm.

This is what happened outside, when did we open the door? It was 100 years of the Wasteland Era! It was 50 years after the roundabout was built! Our ancestors promised to keep the children of those who stayed outside alive in paradise, and in the end We lived in their paradise first.

Do you think you are an enlightener or a colonist from an alien planet?

Listening to the stories of the Prosperous Era told by my parents, the dreams I have at night are all sweet, and I shout the slogan of rebuilding the Prosperous Era, but you know what you are thinking best! Rebuild the Prosperous Era? Haha, don't try to lie to me ! I am also one of you!

Those natives will regard us as gods, right? Their jaws will drop when they see the omnipotent black box? They will kneel down and thank Dade when they see the door of the shelter open, right? Just like those poor people once When great great great great grandparents knelt at the gate of the shelter and begged your ancestors to open the door a crack, now they will kneel in front of the gate and thank us for finally opening the door! Am I right?

When he said this, his voice was very soft, like a needle falling on the ground, using it to weave the dream he once had.

...yes, we have the knowledge of the Age of Prosperity, the machines of the Age of Prosperity, and those black boxes designed to be used by baboons who can't read a word, so that we can even Adding lump sugar to black tea, don’t they think we are gods? Should I use ‘they’ to make it more like what we mean?”

A dozen small islands have no future, and we can't rebuild Utopia at all, so we drove back the survivors who fled from the shore to the sea and asked them to develop settlements on the shore. Later we found out that there was a big problem there, so Calling the dead people a small twist on the right road, and blaming the natives for being greedy for life and fearing death, it’s a shame that the ancestors couldn’t enter the refuge, so we can only bear the high cost to go to the seabed to build houses for them.”

Now they are disobedient, no longer grateful, we can't afford to play anymore, shouting you like a crying child to get out, we won't take you to play, we will come out when you are all dead, Come back and build an era of prosperity that belongs only to us.

No wonder the shelter sets the maximum number of years of protection... In my opinion, it is understandable that they are crazy, and you who are hiding in that hole are really crazy!

When it came to the end, he seemed to be a different person, almost yelling hysterically.

For a long time, there was only the sound of the light panting and the echo of the roar in the square. However, in the noisy broadcast before, he couldn't say a single word.

That is the fact that no amount of hardship can change the fact that the refuge is indeed not the refuge of a certain person or group of people, but the refuge of human civilization.

After a long silence, Chen Jianhong slowly opened his mouth and continued.

I thought about it for a long time in Dawn City, including when I was on the submarine just now.

I'm thinking, if my ancestor does come back, it's hard to say whose childishness he would be ashamed of.

At this time, a dull voice came from the radio.

As if to appease his emotions, the voice was very soft.

I understand your feelings, but...the things you said are too far away. Two centuries ago, we and those people outside may be fellow citizens, but you must also be clear that after two hundred years, they may not be the same as us Not the same kind of people.

He didn't feel any comfort from this sentence, instead Chen Jianhong laughed out loud.

So the oath made 200 years ago cannot be counted, which means that the oath engraved on this wall was a lie from the beginning, right?

An exasperated growl came over the radio.

Chen Jianhong! Which side are you on!

I'm standing on the side of humans! Where are you standing? Humanoid!

Responding to a roar without fear, Chen Jianhong pointed behind him.

Just look at those guys you despise the most, that federation that looks like a joke to you! It didn't even last for 4 months when it was built on lies, and it shattered itself without anyone pushing it One place! What about you? Can the era of prosperity that was rebuilt by lying full of lies last for 4 months? Don’t say you haven’t gone back yet, do you have any hope of going back with you crazy people?”

Just when you're being stupid, what do other shelters do?

Not giving the radio a chance to speak, Chen Jianhong pointed aside, pointed at the girl with long hair, and repeated that sentence with a deafening roar.

...From the moment we stepped out of the refuge, we have already realized our mission. Death is just a return for us! This is what she told me! They told me with actions! You Think how we got here, waiting for those mutants to drown themselves in the water, and then sneaking over?

The topic suddenly came to him, and Sisi couldn't laugh or cry for a while, let alone that guy would take what he said casually seriously.

but--

Although she said that sentence casually, she did not lie.

They are indeed well aware of their mission.

Especially when they ticked the box Whether to swear under the flag of the People's Federation... in the appointment form, they have already clarified their identities, responsibilities and obligations, as well as the punishment they need to bear for violating various terms .

Death is really just a return for them as players, although they can return many times.

As a reward for bravery, their managers even gave them a salary - through the special channel of the silver exchange.

However, no matter what the premise is, there is one thing that is indisputable.

The residents of Vault 404 are indeed in front of everyone without fear of sacrifice, and will always be on the front line whether it is fighting or exploring.

Even though most people don’t do these things with noble motives, and there are even a lot of fun people and performance artists mixed in, no matter what set of moral standards they use, there is no doubt that what they do can be worthy of noble intentions. evaluate.

At least generally yes.

It is precisely because of this that those wastelanders who are inspired by them will willingly become their followers.

Although the topic was turned to himself, Sisi felt that it would be better for him to quietly act as a background board at this time and wait for the NPC to finish the plot.

Fortunately, the captain didn't intend to throw any trouble at her, and his voice didn't even pause.

Thinking about it, he is also very clear.

This is Vault 70's own internal affairs, and it shouldn't be meddled by others...

...They brought the survivors together, and what are we doing at this time? The water leaks on the ship were repaired more and more, and finally it couldn't be repaired. Our managers didn't know what to do, so they ran out to find that The War Construction Committee has been gone for a century and a half! Of course, we are more stupid than him. We can’t hold on without the weapons in the shelter for a few months. We would rather go back here and close the door than face our compatriots!

As he spoke, there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.

What a loser. Don't you blame Sun Yuechi for not opening the arsenal for you? Now we have brought the key, take it, and take out those weapons!

Just use the guns made by the ancestors of the survivors outside, and wipe out all their children! If there is enough stock! That can be regarded as sending them to heaven!

It doesn't matter if all the people are dead, go to Borneo Province to grab some real slaves and let them build that colonial era for you! You don't have to build houses for them and give them a bite of food, they can use that disgusting lick your toes with their tongues. If you frown when you are unhappy, they can kill for you those who dislike you, even their compatriots! Even neighbors!

After a pause, the contemptuous eyes gradually became firmer, and he stared intently at the still door of the refuge.

...As for me, I will stand with people who I think are truly worthy of respect, and I will unite with the survivors out there. I believe that my parents will be very pleased and proud of my choice at this moment, and Not like your fathers, with a lifetime of shame and remorse, leaving jokes as epitaphs on this wall!

After finally saying all the things in his heart, he heaved a sigh of relief with a clear mind, turned around and walked towards the Dolphin.

It was a pity, but he had to admit that there wasn't the kind of union he was craving, and perhaps the Enlightenment would be just right for them.

In fact, the alliance is not the most perfect combination.

They also have people who cannot be united, and those who cannot be united for the time being.

He still remembers the manager who told him that just having ideals without looking at the people under your feet is like burning the hottest coal, and blowing it to ashes in a gust of wind. He will not ask his supporters to be that kind of people, and he never asks them to talk about the slogan of rebuilding the era of prosperity.

In Chen Jianhong's view, it was more like a humble statement, because what they did was worthy of their oath.

They walk in front of those wastelanders all the time!

And these guys...

Even including himself a few months ago, he was simply a cold and hard stone.

Perhaps when they first came out, the good people of their ancestors also burned for their ideals, just like the current residents of Vault 404.

But that kind of thing is really too far away.

Even farther than the oath made two hundred years ago...

Just when he no longer had any hope of persuading these reckless guys, the gear embedded in the wall suddenly made a slight click.

It is like a mechanical watch that has not been oiled for many years and is suddenly wound up again.

Long—

Amidst a burst of tinkling and deafening roars, the giant gear rolling to one side slowly gave way to the passage behind.

Chen Jianhong stopped in his tracks and looked back, with a look of surprise on his face involuntarily.

About hundreds of people stood at the entrance of the passage.

He couldn't see their expressions, but he could feel those eyes staring at him.

The Adam's apple moved slightly, and Chen Jianhong suddenly felt a throbbing from the depths of his soul, rushing from the back of his neck to his eye sockets.

The stiff muscles on his face twitched slightly. In order not to let the expression that could not be stretched appear on his face, he grinned towards the crowd.

Are you here to get the keys?

Don't be like this, Brother Chen... Lin Nuo, who was standing at the door, sighed, and his eyes drifted to the side, the wall with the engraved words.

We finally made up our minds. Is that all you want to say to us? It's too hurtful to settle the account. Of course, I'm not saying that you are wrong. There is no right or wrong in this kind of thing. In short... Save some face for us too.

The person standing next to him had the same expression. It seemed that he was the one who grabbed the microphone just now.

Coughing again, the man spoke.

Let's think about how to solve the current trouble...

Cleaning up the mess may be more troublesome than imagined.

But at least they now have like-minded allies.

After a pause, the man glanced at Chen Jianhong, then at the residents of Vault 404 standing not far away, and the crew members of the Glory who were hesitant to return to the submarine.

In short...

Come in and talk.

...

In the waters near Coral City, pieces of broken branches and arms floated on the rocky seabed.

Two huge mechanical crabs were lying on the reef, one of them was missing three legs, and the other had only three legs left.

There is a rustling electric sound in the communication channel.

After a long silence, intermittent voices reached Voldemort's ears.

... a model worker.

There was tiredness in that voice, but there was also a hint of unsatisfactory joy.

Like after an intense workout.

No--

It's a lot more enjoyable than that kind of thing.

Not surprisingly, the one who was wiped out by their group just now should be the trump card of the aquatic mutants.

No matter how you think about it, there are seven or eight hundred elite monsters at level 20 or 30.

Although the price they paid was heavy, isn't that what they pursued after following Brother Ji?

Blood sacrifices to the blood gods, skulls sacrificed to the blood gods... Of course, long live the real emperor!

If only the three-day wait could pass faster...

Of course, it would be even better if you could save a file before you die.

Finally reconnecting and looking at the cracked observation window, Voldemort shook his drowsy head back.

Ah... I just came back from the connection, and I just fell off.

The other end of the communication channel was silent for a while, and then a mocking sound came.

Damn... you're so tired after only an hour?

Shut up. Voldemort rolled his eyes and began to check the remaining three mechanical legs.

Only two of the nineteen king crabs remained, and they were still two big ones.

Looking at the only icon left in the teammate list, Voldemort held back for a while, and couldn't help cursing.

This armor is also pulled!

Cough...hahahaha!

Smile!

It's because the equipment is okay because people are not good... Cough, but I have to say, this thing is really not as useful in the sea as it is on land. The mobility is really uncomfortable.

Unlike the aquatic mutants who tend to maneuver in curves, most of the maneuvers of the King Crab are going straight, and the result is that the surrounding water is rushing around, which not only reminds the opponent of the attack direction, but also consumes a lot of mechanical energy in the the resistance against the flow of water.

In contrast, those elite mutants are much more flexible underwater, scurrying around the reef like fish.

Especially when they use underwater rifles, portable torpedo launchers, thermite bombs and other weapons that can penetrate the king crab armor, the battle will become extremely tricky.

Recalling the previous fierce battle, Voldemort sighed and said.

...Sure enough, the beach is the main battlefield for crabs. It should be a good thing to use for landing on the beach.

Communication channel: +1, it would be better to wear a nitrogen shield or a deflector shield... Hey, let's go back and do more missions for the scientific research team.

The loss of one or two battles is nothing, and they will only be stronger after three days.

Facing the silent deep sea and the corpses floating around, the player sitting in the cockpit suddenly thought of something and asked through the communication channel.

So what are we going to do now?

Model Worker was stunned for a moment, and also a little confused.

have no idea……

There were only the two of them left in the team, and although the remaining wreckage was worth recycling, they definitely couldn't be recycled by the two of them alone.

The King Crab amphibious armor is only individual equipment and does not have the ability to travel long distances.

Relying on these incomplete legs to run back to Potato Fries, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back after the game's public beta.

Just when Model Worker was hesitating whether to shut himself up on the spot or wait for the Dolphin submarine to come back to catch people, the sonar sensor installed on the shell of the king crab suddenly sensed an abnormal movement coming from above them.

That noise is very small.

If they were not close enough, their sonar systems might not be able to capture it.

Voldemort raised his head quickly, only to see a submarine slowly approaching from the north.

There was a sound of swallowing saliva on the communication channel.

That is……

Voldemort said with difficulty.

It's probably a Federation submarine... Lie still and turn off all the equipment!

When they were on the Dolphin before, they had already listened to the North Island broadcast.

Not surprisingly, the Northern Federation led by the Charas authorities has already stood with the torch. In other words, this submarine might have come to support the mutants who blocked here.

Thinking of this, Model Volunteer's heart sank.

In just a few short hours, this group of guys has broken free from the initial chaos.

As long as they hesitated for an extra hour when they were in Potato Chips, it might not be a group of mutants who intercepted the Dolphin at this time, but a real attacking fusion-powered submarine!

The two King Crabs lay motionless in the wreckage and entered the silence.

The submarine had clearly spotted them, and a bright light shone straight overhead.

Voldemort felt his heart beating so hard that he held his breath involuntarily.

Fortunately, the big guy floating not far above their heads didn't seem to think they were still alive, but gave up after searching around.

The sonar system on the opposite side must still be on. Voldemort didn't dare to turn on the engine, and he didn't dare to communicate with his teammates.

What he needs to do most now is to stay here quietly as a blind eye, stay as long as he can, and pass the situation here to Tail and the others who may already be in Vault 70 through the official website forum.

The submarine seemed to be wary of something. It turned on the searchlights and turned them off hastily after a while, then turned around and drove towards the west.

Just when Voldemort was confused about what this guy was going to do, a slight noise was suddenly captured by his sonar sensor.

That ripple almost disappeared in a flash, as fast as an illusion!

Vaguely, looking up at Voldemort above his head, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a galloping black shadow, passing silently right above him.

Then, the black shadow hit the side of the submarine impartially, and exploded a dazzling flame!

boom--!

The roar of the explosion came along with the raging water, blowing him and the only other teammate who was lying on the seabed reef away from hundreds of meters away.

The flamboyantly colored fireball was burning in the deep sea, and the sea water near the submarine seemed to be boiled, rolling out large dense bubbles.

The submarine that was hit on the side seemed to have a big hole, and the inwardly dented armor let out a scream of overwhelm, and lost power and fell on its side.

Unwilling to fail, it fired two torpedoes in succession into a pitch-black sea.

However, judging from the column of air exploding from the blooming flames, the two torpedoes obviously didn't hit anything, they just hit a steep cliff.

After finally stabilizing the rolling body, Voldemort looked at the submarine that hit the seabed heavily, his eyes almost protruding.

Fuck?!

What the hell?

The BOSS was instantly killed right after it was spawned? !

Although even if the NPC didn't grab the head, he didn't think about how to kill that kind of boss...

...

pretty!

At the same time, the tense and dignified atmosphere at the headquarters of the Anle Island Naval Base was broken by a burst of hearty cheers.

Even Commander Li Minghui, who had always been sullen, couldn't help relaxing his frowning eyebrows.

It wasn't just the Northern Federation's fleet that got out of chaos and entered the fighting state, the fleet of Anle Island was the same.

It would be better to say that compared to the tough guys like Charas who pretend to be tough, they are soldiers who are really good at fighting.

Considering the Church of the Torch's interest in Coral City, they immediately judged that the ships or mutants of the Church of the Torch might take advantage of the civil turmoil in the Federation Fleet to sneak in, so they decisively dispatched the two Sharktooth and Polar Region anchored on Anle Island. attack nuclear submarine.

Unexpectedly, the mutants didn't see it, but let them catch another big fish!

It didn't take long for them to receive a communication signal from near Coral City.

This is Sharktooth... The Cold Night has sunk, and we will continue to remain silent.

Restraining the excitement in his heart, Li Minghui clenched his fist on the command table, and replied with a serious expression.

...Here is the command post we have received! Be careful of their destroyers, and also, remember your main target! That battleship!

The Northern Federation has only one nuclear submarine, the Cold Night!

Now the only three remaining submarines are in his hands!

Counting a cruiser and two destroyers, although their military strength is still far from that of the North Island, at least they have regained some advantages.

At the same time, on the other side, on the North Island of the Northern Federation, Chalas, who was sitting in the presidential palace, threw his pen on the chart cursingly after listening to his subordinate's report.

What a waste!

The Cold Night was sunk!

The only nuclear submarine in his hands, he lost the first battle!

Although the advantage is still in his hands, this is obviously not a good sign.

Seeing his subordinates standing aside holding their breath, Charas yelled loudly.

Let the shipyard start working immediately! Don't worry about the cost, use all the materials that can be used!

North Island Shipyard has a number of unfinished projects, including a destroyer that has completed the main frame construction.

If it's fast, it should be able to drive out of the port within two months.

As for raw materials...

At this time, it may be difficult to mine seabed mineral deposits, but Haiya Province can help them solve part of it.

Charas picked up the ballpoint pen on the table again, put his hands on the map, and frowned in thought.

perhaps……

He can consider taking advantage of North Island's industrial advantages and arming their allies, such as getting more decent equipment for those fishermen.

This seems more practical than rushing to build a few destroyers.

Seeing the furious president and the blood that hadn't been wiped off the table, the aide didn't dare to speak back, and he straightened his back tremblingly and gave a military salute.

yes!