This Game Is Too Realistic

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Prison at Saipan Port.

This fortress made of granite is probably one of the few buildings in the Xifan Port area that has not been baptized by gunfire.

And the floor he was on was located in the deepest underground part of the prison - a place used to detain serious criminals.

Hearing the cynicism of the jailer behind him, the battlefield atmosphere team didn't bother to pay attention to the little Xiami, and walked in calmly.

He looked left and right, and there was even a bit of novelty in his eyes.

This prison cell is simple, and it is simple and real. There is only one toilet and one bed, and the toilet is next to the head of the bed. Maybe you have to put the bowl on the toilet cover when you eat.

The walls on all sides were pitch-black, without even a window for ventilation, and the few exhaust vents were on the ceiling outside the fence.

This fucking is trying to stink to death...

The battlefield guy couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Fortunately, this room is a single room, so you don't have to squeeze in with other prisoners. The person who wanted to order him to be locked up was not too worried about being too close to other people.

Just as the battlefield atmosphere group was looking carefully at their future new home, the fence door behind them was closed with a clang, and then there was the sound of the iron door closing on the floor.

MMP, it's okay to go to prison in the game... Is the experience of going to prison so real?

I'm afraid this dog hasn't been inspected on the spot.

The battlefield guy sat down on the bed with a sigh.

As a five-good youth, he has never been in a detention center, but he never thought that he would have the opportunity to experience it in the game.

One thing to say, this experience is quite novel.

Just a little boring.

Just as he was thinking in his heart, how about hanging up the phone and going offline to play two games, suddenly footsteps came from outside the lonely cell.

The cell door, which had just been closed for a short time, was suddenly pushed open again with a squeak.

Hearing the movement, the Zhandi guy immediately regained his spirits, got up and walked to the fence gate to look out.

I saw a Willant soldier with a gun on his back, leading a group of black people in.

He roughly counted that there were forty or fifty of these people locked in.

The Zhandi guy was a little confused, and couldn't be overwhelmed by the operation of the Weilante.

What the hell are you trying to do?

Drive the last person into the prison with a gun butt, the Willant soldier said in a cold tone.

The cells above are full, so you can stay here.

After dropping these words, the Willanter closed the door heavily, as if he was not at all worried that these prisoners standing in the corridor would cause trouble.

Or……

They wish this group of people would make some noise?

The battlefield guy was secretly alert.

Observing the group of prisoners standing helplessly in the prison, he searched the crowd for a while, and finally picked out the most honest-looking young man.

He caught the man's attention with his eyes, and the warrior waved at him, beckoning him to go to the gate, and looked at him and asked curiously.

Who are you?

The honest boy replied immediately

family.

The Battlefield guy was dumbfounded.

Family? What the hell?

Seeing the confused face of the prisoner in front of him, the young man explained patiently.

We are organized by our family members. The family members set up their own organization...the few over there belong to the Black Rat Gang.

As he spoke, he pointed to the dozen or so people in the corner of the corridor.

The warfield guy looked along his index finger, and saw a few guys with Mickey Mouse tattoos on their arms standing in the corner of the crowd. Their menacing appearance really didn't look like a good thing at first glance.

Then...how did you get in here?

Speaking of the reason for coming in, the young man stared at the dozen strong men in the corner of the crowd with resentment, and said in a low voice.

It was the Black Rats who started the attack. They used Molotov cocktails to set fire to our house! We just copied the guys and beat them out...and finally got picked up by the Willant people.

The battlefield guy was a little confused.

Then...why did they order you?

The young man said without hesitation.

They fear our unity!

Battlefield guy: ...

Although the conversation was wrong, he still roughly figured out the whole story.

It's been a gang fight for a long time.

Those big noses don't care about anything, they probably led people to surround the whole street as soon as there was a fire, and they were arrested one by one.

Although the young man was still saying indignantly that they were the ones who started the attack, the Zhandi guy had no interest in knowing the details, and instead became interested in the family.

They are not like pure gangs, ordinary gangs will not organize students to attend classes. And they not only taught classes, but also deconstructed the social production and labor relations, and these things have never happened in other places in Borneo.

Like, according to the guy, the family members are given their jobs by the family members, and the family members are raised by the family members, so they don't owe anyone anything, instead, it's the docks and the Wilanters who take what belongs to them blood and sweat.

Another example is that production is an honor, while nurturing is a gift and so on.

The division and cooperation that was originally the cornerstone of human society has been repackaged into something else in a religious way. For this reason, they also invented some proper nouns, but they did not give specific measurement units and calculation methods.

For example, how to calculate gifts and honors, how many honors are worthy of how many gifts, and how to weigh things that cannot be quantified and counted on a scale. These specific issues are confused by abstract concepts.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Zaid answered these questions in a certain class, but this young man was not good at learning and forgot.

However, this is not the key point. Iron-barrel rifles are also rifles. After all, there are theoretical weapons. And they didn't just compile the scriptures, they also designed some more realistic tools for themselves.

For example, the six levels with colors, such as the promotion system, etc... These things are similar to the player's contribution level.

It's just that no matter how the battlefield guy sounds, it doesn't feel right.

This green trash, purple costume, golden legend...why does it look like it was copied from a real RPG online game?

Maybe it was another dog who played off the field and passed the things in reality to the NPC.

The young man was still talking endlessly, and the more he talked, the more energetic he became.

... Zaid also told us that as long as everyone in the entire wasteland is a family member, the wasteland era will naturally end. Things were originally very simple, but the people outside the Borneo province are too greedy.

The Zhandi guy felt a little headache when he heard it, and pressed his index finger between his eyebrows, trying to figure out the chaotic logic.

I admit that some of what you said is true. We also feel that the wastelanders outside are too greedy and always want more... Cough, I mean people other than the Willant people. So you are all ready Are you going to save the wasteland?

so close!

Almost exposed the identity of the undercover agent!

Fortunately, the young man didn't catch any clues, or didn't realize at all that the guy in front of him was actually an Honorary Willant, and just continued proudly.

That's a matter of time, we will eventually save everyone in the wasteland.

Battlefield guy: ...

If his understanding of the version is correct, this version should be by the players who have ended their own wasteland to save the survivors in other areas of the wasteland.

The Borneo Province is considered to be the wasteland with the most people and the largest territory on the Central Continent. He wanted to persuade this guy to save himself first, and it would be good not to cause trouble to others.

Will the family... find out?

The warlord said with a wry smile.

I'll let it go... I'm not in the right mind, and I think it will hold you back.

The young man had a pity expression on his face, as if he felt sorry for him.

However, although the Zhandi guys didn't listen to his rhetoric at all, the guys from the Black Rat Gang did.

Not only that, one or two of them were attracted by the young man's generous statement, and the more they listened, the brighter their eyes became.

Fuck!

You guys are so clever!

Damn it! I've long felt that the Black Rat Gang has no future. Those bastards said they were good to us. One or two want to get money from me... I'll just hang out with you.

Count me in too!

Most of the gangs in Xifan Port emerged after the tragedy, and it took more than a month before and after. Most of the gangs naturally have no loyalty at all.

And tonight the incident was so big that the fire almost burned half of the slums, so many people died.

When tomorrow dawns, the Willant people will definitely have to liquidate them. Jumping off the ship at this time is also to avoid punishment...

At least that's what the little guys think.

From their point of view, their black rat gang must be finished!

The young man from the family club never refused to come, he even forgot the previous hatred, and said with a hearty smile.

No problem! We will be family members from now on! I will take you to register after I go out!

Pairs of eyes became hot, like candlelight in the dark, lighting up a glimmer of hope.

The Zhandi guy just wanted to taunt, Tall fart, isn't it just a joke, even children know it's a lie to change the map, but happened to see the fiery eyes of the group of gangsters.

They were really moved.

Looking at the crowd listening to the class in a circle, the warrior squatting in the prison fell silent.

All right.

He was careless...

...

Later, when the war field guy was listening, he learned that the young man who gave the lecture was called A Ming, and he was just an ordinary family member with no color.

That is whiteboard equipment.

But according to their rules, after tonight, it must be no problem to hang out with the green family.

If I can get out alive...

Listening to the young man's eloquent lectures, Zhandi couldn't help but dozed off, and couldn't stand it anymore and was about to go offline.

A few boys stared straight at him, or at the toilet next to his bed.

This thing is also considered a novelty for them, after all, it doesn't exist in other cells.

Brother, how did you get locked in?

Why do you live in a single room?

Yeah, why do you have a separate cell and we're all in the hallway?

The Zhandi guy raised his eyelids, looked at the young people surrounded by the fence, and said with a smile.

Me? I have committed more crimes than you.

Several young people looked at each other in blank dismay, all looking at him regretfully.

What a pity.

Seeing that they cared about him again, Zhandi smiled and shook his head.

You still care more about yourself and find a way to survive tomorrow.

After speaking, he closed his eyes, stopped listening to the chatter outside the fence gate, leaned against the corner of the wall and slept over.

Nothing to say all night.

The warlord went offline to fight the alliance for a while, and enjoyed the extreme mouth smell for a while. When he went online, he found that the group of people in the corridor had been taken away, leaving only a pile of turmeric.

The Willanters didn't prepare cells or barrels for them, so they solved it on the spot.

The soaring stench made him frown, and instantly understood the sinister intentions of these big noses.

Good guy!

Ming can't beat him, so just use this kind of tricks to disgust him, right?

The warfield guy pinched his nose sadly, and the stereotype of the Willant people in his heart deepened again.

Just at this moment, the rattling of chains and the sound of footsteps came from outside the prison door.

As the iron door opened, Penny, who was carrying a lunch box, squeezed in through the crack of the door.

When he saw Penny, the Zhandi guy was obviously stunned. He didn't expect this little girl to come to visit him.

And it wasn't just him who was stunned. After seeing the mess in the prison, Penny's face turned pale instantly, and she didn't know whether she was angry or smoked.

They... they locked you up in this kind of place!

The glory of the Willante!

These shameless fellows!

The Zhandi guy made a helpless expression, but he can think about it.

It wasn't like that at the beginning, but they suddenly brought in a group of people last night. I was thinking that something good would happen, and it was exactly as I expected... Fortunately, I fell asleep when they took off their pants, otherwise the The picture must be hot enough for the eyes.”

With the food of those poor people, it is still a bit difficult to pull so heartily.

The Weilante people probably sent them rice, and maybe they mixed something in the rice.

But he didn't have any evidence, so he could only bear with it for the time being.

Seeing Penny walking quietly across the filthy beach, the warrior paused and continued.

... By the way, why are you here?

Penny said quietly.

I'm here to bring you food... I'm afraid you'll be hungry.

It's okay to deliver food...

It should be noon outside now, and the Zhandi guy really feels a little hungry.

But smelling the soaring smell, he has no appetite at all.

Presumably seeing the embarrassment on his face, Penny was silent for a while, bit her lips and said.

...I'll go find my uncle and ask him to change your cell!

The warrior said with a sigh.

Don't embarrass your uncle. This is not something he can control. It was Gurion who arrested me.

Then I'll go find that Gurion! Penny gritted her teeth and said.

Are you crazy? Glancing at this one-sided chick, the warfield guy couldn't help complaining, That guy has a higher rank than your father, what's the use of you looking for him. If you want me to say, don't stay here The port is waiting, listen to my persuasion, find a boat to go home quickly, maybe there is still a way after returning to Triumph City.

I won't go anywhere until I make sure you're safe! Penny stared at him intently.

After a while, her tone suddenly softened again, and she continued softly.

Don't worry about me, I know you're doing it for my own good, but it's not my own willfulness to stay, it's also my father's intention.

The warlord froze for a moment.

Your father? Mr. Benoit?

Seeing the surprised look in the pangolin's eyes, Penny nodded seriously.

That's right, the Civil Service Group won't give up on you. His friends in Triumph City have already started operations, and they will try their best to extradite you to Triumph City.

Hearing this sentence, the expression on the Zhandi guy's face gradually changed from surprise to disbelief.

That Benoit would protect him?

Surprised!

This is not scientific!

...There is no ship going back in the entire port, and the Southern Army has sealed the port. When she said this, Penny's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, So don't rush me to go back, just let me I'll send you some food for a while.

Wait, the port is closed? The warlord froze for a moment, then asked anxiously, What happened outside?

Penny shook her head.

I don't know the specifics. I heard that someone set the fire last night. It seems to be a fight between gangs? Anyway, there is a severe crackdown outside. I heard that many people were shot dead.

fire.

Fire again.

The Zhandi guy can't help but wonder if there is something wrong with Fengshui in Xifan Port, and the five elements are lacking fire.

It's just that unlike the previous fire, this time it didn't cause much trouble. No one organized the rioters, and no king of heaven was burned out.

Since even the Legion was calling it a gang fight, the fire might have been an accident.

Thinking of those young men with bright eyes just now, the Zhandi guy couldn't help clicking his tongue, and silently muttered a few sins in his heart.

Hope those guys are ok.

Although their brains are not very good, they are not bad people.

But it is also such a person who is the easiest to listen to the wind and rain, and the easiest to be used by others.

...I always feel that Xifan Port will not be peaceful. If you can leave here, it is better to leave as soon as possible.

Looking at the pangolin who was still worried about her safety, Penny's cheeks became more and more red.

It was also before I said it.

This guy is obviously doing the most dangerous thing, but he always doesn't take his own safety at heart, but cares about her as an outsider.

Don't worry, I will take care of myself... Hurry up and eat it while it's hot, don't let it get cold.

As she said that, she handed out the lunch box in her hand, but it happened to be stuck by the fence of the fence gate.

Penny's expression was a little awkward. She wanted to turn the lunch box over, but she was worried that the contents would spill out, so she tried back and forth for a long time, but she couldn't get it in anyway.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and finally Penny blushed and whispered.

How about... I feed you?

Looking at the suddenly shy face, the battle field guy's Adam's apple moved unconsciously.

He suddenly felt that the air around him was not so sour.

Well...thank you.

No, you're welcome...

The red-faced Penny hastily opened the lunch box, and the spoon almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, the field man caught it quickly.

When he returned the spoon to her, Penny suddenly realized that this guy could actually eat himself through the gate.

However, both of them tacitly said nothing.

The meal lasted for an hour.

Looking at the clean bowl, and that pretty red face that was about to bleed, the battlefield atmosphere group felt full in every sense...

...

I don't know if it's because of the face of Triumph or because of Penny's father.

On the second day after eating that meal, the Warlander suddenly found out that the Willant soldiers had given up and sent a Ratman cleaner over to clean up all the feces and water in the aisle.

Although the smell in the cell was still very strong, it was much better than before.

In this way, another week passed without knowing it.

Over the past few days, Penny has been delivering meals to him and bringing news from outside from time to time.

On the one hand, the crackdown on Xifan Port continues.

However, I don’t know if it’s because of someone operating behind the scenes. The AOE-style crackdown on various gangs has turned into a unilateral gang fight specifically targeting family members.

This thing is actually a bit strange.

Logically speaking, family members are victims no matter what. It is understandable that they each hit 50 boards, but it is confusing to receive all boards.

Even if the slave owner is too lazy to reason with the slaves, it will not be perverse, right?

With the idea of ​​breaking the casserole and asking the bottom line, he sorted out the doubts in his mind and posted them on the forum. After an analysis by his old buddies, he finally solved the doubts.

According to a comment from an old man who seemed to understand well, the crackdown was probably not personally deployed by General Gurion, it was probably the same as pouring feces into his cell, and it was probably the idea of ​​the people below.

It is the idea of ​​the people below, so the way to deal with the problem is much more flexible.

Maybe other gangs have raised their ranks, and family members who don't charge help fees will have no money to manage them, so they were picked out as a model.

Maybe other guilds are easier to manage, but the family members are big and difficult to manage, and keeping them is a hidden danger, so they were dragged out to kill fat pigs.

It is even possible that the family member has an alliance. After all, the name of this gang is very funny, and it sounds like it was created by a certain player.

These reasons are all possible, and there is a high probability that it is not just one reason, but a combination of many reasons.

And the final result of this farce was that the family meeting was squeezed out by various gangs, and then they were slaughtered by the legion.

Poor innocent people, they didn't make any mistakes, but they have to bear the worst result...

On the other hand, the crackdown on Xifan Port did not affect the Willant people living in the port.

Although the upper echelons of the Legion never took the lives of their compatriots seriously, there was a fundamental difference from the Xilan Empire who treated their own people like livestock.

Honorary Willanters are protected by law and enjoy the highest civil rights in accordance with the law, even pangolins are honorary Willanters.

This is also the reason why others say that he will be killed, but he can still wait for the trial in prison.

According to Penny, under the leadership of a businessman named Yarman, the local Willanters established the Xifan Port Citizens’ Self-government Association, and in the name of the self-government association, they put pressure on the Southern Legion to maintain Restraint, not provoking war, and releasing yourself unconditionally.

Of course, there is the support and even instigation of the Triumph City Civilian Group behind this.

However, their sincerity of not abandoning or giving up is also very real.

When Hearing Penny talk about this matter, although the Zhandi guy didn't say much thanks, he was still very moved.

Those who survived were grateful.

They haven't forgotten the self who saved them, even if they didn't do as much as others, even if they only saved more than two hundred...

It was also thanks to this united strength that the Southern Legion hadn't made things difficult for him recently, at least they hadn't done such careless things as bringing a group of people in to defecate anywhere.

The days passed day by day, and it was March in a blink of an eye.

The Borneo province has officially entered the rainy season, and Xifan Port has several rains a day, and a typhoon even passed through the border during the period, blowing the shacks on the street upside down.

The crackdown outside seems to be finally over.

The Confederate Legion, who had finished swinging the whip, took out candy from his pocket and began to spend money to mobilize those grassroots organizations, including the gangs that controlled the docks, to repair the damaged houses and clean up the streets that were buried in garbage.

This is not because of their kindness, but because war is about to break out.

They need to ensure the smooth flow of traffic, the operation of factories, docks and various infrastructures, and ensure that the grassroots forces that maintain these infrastructures can be used by them.

They don't mind spending a few extra dinars for that, they'll get more soon anyway.

Although the wind was turbulent outside, it didn't have any effect on the warrior squatting in the dungeon.

Not to mention the wind in this hellish place, you can't even hear the sound of rain. At most, it's a bit difficult when the sewer is reversing.

However, these are actually trivial things that have no impact on his life.

Under Penny's meticulous feeding day and night, the warfield guy even felt that he had gained weight, although the fat was not obvious.

Now he goes online every day, besides waiting for the meal, he has another job of doing push-ups and exercising.

One day in early March.

As usual, the field guy was exercising on the bed, when Penny, who was carrying a lunch box, suddenly opened the door of the cell and walked in from the outside.

She came earlier than usual today, and she looked nervous, as if something big had happened.

The field guy immediately jumped off the bed, looked at her and asked.

What's going on outside?

Penny spoke quickly.

Gulion has arrived at Xifan Port! He is also accompanied by people from the Military Court of the Southern Legion!

Hearing this sentence, Zhandi finally understood the reason for her tense expression.

I have been worrying about myself for a long time.

However, compared to Penny who was anxious, he was not panicked at all, and even felt a sense of relief.

After being locked in prison for a whole month, his bones are almost moldy!

Court day finally arrived!