This Game is Too Real - Chapter 553 It would be better for us if you were dead

"The 'Pigeon' type missile wiped out 12 targets with one shot, and the X-16 eliminated 11 targets. It took less than a minute. As long as you can help me collect enough AI cores, I can even help you build a bionic man. Troops, the unit price is less than one million silver coins, consider it?"

   Above the giant wall.

   Overlooking Ebers in the slum, with a smile that is not too big of a problem to watch the fun, he commented ramble.

   Originally, he could only stand here and watch those organisms fight from a distance, at most selling them a few weapons that they could afford.

   Now I can finally end up in person.

   He is very satisfied with this new shareholder. Earning profits for the giant stone military industry and watching the organic death are his few pleasures, and it is also the meaning of his existence.

   Anyway, he doesn't have as many miscellaneous wealth as human beings, and he is even less interested in consumption, reproduction, art, philosophy and other human-only solutions to loneliness.

  In the dilapidated and messy alleys, a crowd of figures began to retreat, and those gang members were scared by the X-16 who suddenly landed on the battlefield.

   A few drone assault rifles are their only heavy firepower, great plus a few cheap RPG bazookas, most gang members even only have pistols and iron-barreled rifles, which are not opponents of the X-16 at all.

   They didn't even expect to meet the androids of the giant rock army.

  In the memory of most gang members, the towering wall never took a shot at them, the rats in the gutter, because it didn't do any good.

   They couldn't figure out how they could eat a missile that fell from the sky, and they couldn't understand why the respected Mr. Ebers would throw the expensive android here.

   Their lives are worth less than that guy! Human life is too short.

   is short enough to take things for granted.

   Few people remember that a century ago, Boulder struck them hard.

   "Those little mice retreated." Looking at the bottom of the giant wall, Ebers grinned and grinned, "Speaking of which, what are your thoughts?"

no respond.

After    was left to dry for a long time, Ebers looked back, but saw that the person was gone, he was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head with a smile.

   "Tsk tsk, impatient guy."

  [Hidden Mission: Discover and Destroy Gang Stronghold (Completed)]

  【Introduction: The welfare home disguised as an abandoned building is actually a den for gang members to keep and sell slaves. 】

  [Rewards: 300 Contribution Points, 1000 Regional Prestige, 599 Silver Coins]

  【New mission reminder: Investigate the basement of the welfare home, waiting for the arrival of the Alliance troops (in progress)】

  Dark, dank basement.

   On both sides of the narrow passage are crooked cells.

   Hearing the sound of the door opening and the footsteps coming from the door, the rustling sound also followed in the cell, and the faces stuck to the railings and looked out curiously.

   There are boys and girls. The older ones are sixteen or seventeen years old, and they are considered adults in the wasteland. The younger ones are six or seven years old, and they are children everywhere.

   and the dungeon of the pillager's lair is another style.

   In order to sell good prices for "goods", those gang members generally do not abuse them.

  According to Horaka's confession, most of these people are orphans, some were sold here by their families, and some were collected by guys like Miles.

   Most people in the slums know about such a place, but no one cares about it. Even if this trouble is under their noses, not everyone will encounter it, but without the gang members who "maintain order", the situation in the slums may be even worse.

   is a wasteland after all.

Compared to dying of starvation and illness, the people who are sold are insignificant, and many times prostitutes also need such a place to help themselves deal with the troubles of accidental birth. Of course, this is the NPC named Horaka. , to excuse himself.

   put away the weapon.

  Fengqing walked forward along the narrow aisle. Out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of a young face, looking at himself with big round eyes.

  The little girl was about eleven or twelve years old, and she was wrapped in a skirt with blue-gray linen.

   stopped in front of the railing, Feng Qing leaned down with his hands on his knees, and smiled kindly at the little girl with round eyes.

"What's your name?"

   Maybe it's because she looks kinder, the little girl is not afraid of her at all, she said in a clear and sweet voice.

"Tangerine!"

   "Citrus is a nice name." Little Citrus lifted the corners of his mouth smugly. "Hmm, Sister Horaka got it for me!"

   "Is Sister Horaka the one with freckles outside her nose?"

   "Yeah!" Little Citrus nodded and said happily, "I heard that there was a Citrus for a long time, it was a Big Citrus, but she was adopted by a kind person, so I left her name."

   It can be seen that she likes this name very much, and she doesn't hate the guy outside at all, and even thinks that person is her mother.

   Fengqing feels a little sad.

   Maybe it's because the NPCs here are more human-like than humans, this game is always extraordinarily real in inexplicable places.

   "How long have you lived here."

   "A month or so?"

   Citrus tilted her head, she didn't quite know how long she had been here, after all, it was usually not crowded.

perhaps?

   Citrus continued in a low voice while recalling. "Before we lived above, only the children who made mistakes would be brought here. Later, Sister Horaka said, the bad guys from the alliance came and wanted to capture and eat us all. But she let us not be afraid. , she said she would protect us, let us hide below for a while and don't make too much noise."

   Hearing that tender voice, Feng Qing was a little dumbfounded for a while.

   Bad guy? But think about it.

  There is nothing as convenient as the Internet on the wasteland.

   may be in the far south, or in the land west of the great desert, and the alliance may be a symbol of evil.

   Seeing that the elder sister in front of him didn't speak, Citrus continued to speak tentatively in a low voice.

   "The basement is too stuffy, and I don't know when the alliance will leave my sister. Are you going to take me away?"

   She feels that this sister is not bad.

  The person is very beautiful, and the clothes are also very good-looking. "Do you want to come with me?"

"Yeah! Sister Horaka said that everyone will be adopted. The sooner the better, it will be very troublesome later, so you must be more obedient when outsiders come." Seeing that someone was willing to adopt her, Citrus' eyes sparkled. , stretched out his little hand, and counted with his fingers seriously, "I will sweep the floor, mop the floor, wipe the windows, and wipe the table."

   Seeing her counting with her fingers, Fengqing felt her heart tighten slightly, but she still smiled and praised softly.

   "It's great, unlike my sister who can only read poetry."

   "Poem?" Citrus tilted his head.

   "Yeah!" Feng Qing gently touched her head, "I'll teach you when I go out."

   She can read a lot of poems, not just the few lines engraved on the plane to amuse herself.

   Go back to the basement entrance.

   glanced at Horaka who was chained beside the cage, Fengqing sighed and said.

   "You, why don't you go down and repent." Horaka's face paled and he pleaded.

   "Don't, don't kill me. I've already explained it. I'm also forced. If I don't do things for Mr. West, I'll be sold to looters."

   "You can argue with the judge about that kind of thing." Feng Qing glanced outside the window in the corridor.

Two wheeled armored vehicles were parked at the gate of the courtyard not far away. The 20mm heavy machine gun on the roof exuded a cold light. The well-trained soldiers quickly controlled the entire area. The team went from house to house searching for traces of the militants.

  The armored vehicle has the logo of the 1st Corps.

   There are still a lot of people, and there must be a hundred people.

  Although their military operations in Luoxia Province are mainly to maintain order in the occupied area, they also went to the front line to participate in several battles when the players were unable to cope.

   NPC troops with only one life, the style is closer to the regular army.

   Even a few gangs dare to challenge the war machine of the alliance, which is simply tired of living.

   "Looking at this situation, maybe there will be another big event on New Year's Eve." Feng Qing's eyes gradually became excited.

   A group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons passed through the main entrance, met Feng Qing, and walked towards this side.

  The soldier walking in front opened the visor of his helmet, slapped his right fist on his left chest, and said cleanly.

   "The 21st Centurion of the First Corps was ordered to take over this area, just leave it to us."

When the    voice fell, a line of light blue text was updated on the VM.

  【Task: Investigate the basement of the welfare home and wait for the arrival of the alliance troops (completed)】

   Learning the movements of the NPC, Fengqing also put his right fist on his chest and returned a military salute, smiled and said politely.

   "Yeah! I'll leave it to you."

   The captain beckoned and sent a team to the basement, the other two teams went upstairs to search, and the rest stayed in the hall on standby.

   Looking at the heavily armed soldiers, Horaka, who was slumped on the ground, turned ashen.

   She didn't doubt at all, the dagger gang who used to be all-powerful in the slums in the past is probably going to end this time.

  The children in the dungeon were quickly brought out.

   What Fengqing did not expect was that the dungeon, which didn't look very spacious, actually contained ninety-seven.

Since the temperature on the ground was much colder than in the basement, and there were no clothes suitable for them in the car, the soldiers of the alliance had to let them wrap the quilts found in the building first, and wait until they were handed over to the refugee home. Professionals take care.

  The rescued children clung to the bedding tightly, staring blankly at the soldiers wearing exoskeletons, their faces filled with horror, but they did not dare to make a sound.

  Some older girls guessed something, but their faces were also full of confusion about the future.

   Looking at Fengqing standing by the door, Xiao Citrus stopped and whispered.

   "Sister, are you from the Alliance?"

   Even if she wasn't smart, she had guessed something when she saw Sister Horaka's expression.

   The soldier who brought her into the car did not urge her to go forward, but stopped beside her.

  Fengqing squatted down and looked at her, touched her head gently, and comforted her softly.

   "Don't worry, we won't eat you." Citrus asked in a low voice.

   "Then, where will we be sent?" Feng Qing pondered for a moment and tried to describe.

   "Well, a warmer place than here, where people will teach you to read, write, and count."

  The citrus expression is a little disappointed.

   "Won't anyone adopt us?"

   Fengqing didn't know how to answer this question, but looking at the little girl's lonely expression, she suddenly had an idea and said with a smile.

   "But my sister can come and play with you."

   Citrus' eyes suddenly lit up.

"Really?!"

   "Yeah!" Fengqing nodded vigorously, looked into her eyes, and stretched out her little finger, "Retractor."

  Although I don't know the meaning of this, but after wiggling her fingers together, the little girl felt warm in her heart.

   She suddenly felt that the Alliance was not so scary anymore.

   Maybe Horaka sister remembered it wrong?

   happily said thank you, Xiao Citrus waved goodbye forcefully, followed the soldiers obediently to the armored vehicle outside the courtyard gate.

   Watching the armored car drive away, Feng Qing waved her hand with an aunt-like smile on her face.

   So cute, can I keep one?

   suddenly realized that his smile was a little out of tune, Fengqing blushed, and hurriedly shook his head to drive the strange thought out.

   "By the way, I have to buy some spices to go back." Muttering to herself, she hurried out of the yard and walked towards the market at the front entrance of the giant wall.

   I almost forgot the real thing! It's getting dark.

   I don’t know if it’s too late to go at this time. Facts have proved that it’s too late.

   There was a sentry at the main entrance of the slum, with barbed wire and barricades pulled up on the edge, and a large number of troops entered through the checkpoint.

   You are not allowed to come out without a certificate.

   A loudspeaker hung on a wooden pole continued to shout into the slum, asking irrelevant people to stay at home to avoid accidental injury by stray bullets.

   This violent storm came suddenly and quickly, without the slightest sign, as if it had been prepared early.

   Not only the slums were blocked, but the market in front of the giant wall was also cordoned off by the First Corps and completely blocked.

   A group of merchants and mercenaries gathered at the entrance of the market, shouting excitedly to the soldiers of the First Corps.

   "What are you doing!?"

   "We're here for business! Not your residents!"

   "Are you robbers!"

   "Enough, I won't do this business if it's a big deal, let me get out of here—"

   In a sense, the action of the alliance broke the convention that the Stone City had maintained for more than a century, and extended its hand beyond the giant wall.

   Most of these people were armed with weapons, and the atmosphere at the scene was tense for a while.

   Just when everyone was scolding and making noise, a loud noise broke the hustle and bustle of the market in front of the gate.

"Quiet!"

   looked around at the excited crowd, Wrench raised his voice and continued.

"We have received news that there are a group of underworld gangs outside the giant wall. The close relatives of these predators are extremely arrogant. They not only commit crimes under our noses, but also dare to kidnap our citizens on our territory. Order a strict and thorough investigation!"

   "Everyone, please rest assured, we will never miss a wicked person, and we will never wrong a good person."

   His voice has not fallen, and the sound of the scene has become noisy again. Clearly some people are taking the lead, stirring up the emotions of the wastelanders.

   "What does this have to do with us! It's not that we kidnapped you!"

   "This is outside the settlement. We didn't even enter your house. You are too lenient!"

   "Where is the border of the alliance, why is it your territory—"

   "Boom!"

  The piercing gunshot made all the clamor for a pause. Looking coldly at the noisy wastelanders, he raised his gun to the wrench in the sky, and continued to speak in a cold tone.

   "I haven't finished my words yet."

  The machine gun on the top of the armored vehicle pointed from a distance, and the dark muzzle made the backs of countless people feel cold. Facing those murderous gazes, even the most vicious wastelander had no choice but to bring the truth "a hero does not suffer immediate losses" to his lips.

   Not only the heavily armed soldiers, but also the residents of the shelter.

  Except for those guys who don't seem to be very smart with strange-shaped prosthetics, many of them can clearly feel the aura of the Awakened.

  The gang members who were mixed in the crowd broke out in cold sweat, watching such a real battle, a faint ominous premonition arose in their hearts.

   Looking at the silent crowd, Wrench put the pistol back on his waist with a blank expression, and continued speaking succinctly.

   "Wherever the bullet flies, we will take care of it."

   "Within range, it's our territory."

   A large number of armored vehicles drove from the north, and the No. 1 tank came down from the front line. The murderous armor made countless people feel cold.

   At this time, a centurion wearing a heavy exoskeleton walked up to the wrench and gave a military salute.

   "The slum blockade has been completed!" Wrench nodded.

   "Prepare to execute the Phase 2 plan."

"Yes!"

  The centurion stood at attention and gave a military salute, and immediately trotted to the side of the road, beckoning the armored vehicle to start, and led his brothers towards the checkpoint.

   The commander of the militia regiment who cooperated with the action glanced in the direction of the checkpoint, and then looked at the wrench.

   "Isn't the action after the year?"

   "Someone tried to kidnap the residents of the shelter, the action was advanced."

   In fact, the preparation is almost the same. There is not much difference between a few days and a few days. In order to prevent those people from slipping into the wasteland, the manager ordered to start in advance.

   Hearing the wrench's answer, a surprised expression appeared on the commander's face.

   Kidnapping shelter residents?

   Are those guys tired of living?

   "Are you all right?"

  Wrench replied casually.

   "If you're asking the people who kidnapped her, she's probably dead."

   Commander: ""

After    controlled the wastelanders in the market, the First Corps did not immediately check the gang members hiding inside, but just left a window for them to surrender, and then focused their operations on the slum next door.

  The cameras on the giant wall and the drones of the giant stone military industry locked the residences of the major gang leaders early. The pigeon missiles and 155mm howitzers deployed on the wall were already on standby, ready for a surgical cleanup.

   With the cooperation of the infantry, armored vehicles drove directly into the slums, and went straight to the strongholds of the major gangs to kill them.

  In the words of the manager, first catch the big fish that jumps the most, then kill a batch of half-sized ones, and the rest of the small fish and shrimp will naturally be honest.

   Not only the First Corps, but also the Burning Corps stationed in Boulder City.

   As soon as they heard the "big job" ordered by the manager, the players who were busy preparing for the New Year's Eve event immediately put down their work, picked up the guy and rushed to the assembly point to complete the assembly.

How can    and xenophobic fights have the thrill of beating predators?

   The last team fight seemed to be a long time ago! In a moment, the Burning Corps had assembled more than 500 brothers.

   In the snowy area, Lao Bai, who was wearing power armor, carried his rifle, walked to the front of the team, turned on the speaker, and shouted loudly.

   "Wanted information has been updated in the task bar! Divide the 1 million silver bonus!"

   "Full price for life, half price for death!"

   Hearing such a generous quest reward, the eyes of the players who were ready to go all glowed green.

   As if hiding in the slums are not gang members, but walking gold coins and breathing bounties!

   noticed the power armor walking by, the quit smoking in the team was stunned for a moment, and suddenly recognized the kid as Ye Shi, and immediately exclaimed.

   "Damn it! Ye Shi, why did you, a perceptual one, also wear power armor?!"

   untied the visor of the helmet.

  Ye Shi, who was wearing the OD-10 "Dragons" power armor, glanced at his little brother who was a full head shorter than him, and said with a smile.

   "Hey, my contribution point has already arrived at the knight, why can't I wear it? Should I lend you some?"

  Quit Smoking: "Come!"

The idea of ​​   is really exciting, and I wouldn't urge myself to pay it back in the middle of the night, but after thinking about quitting smoking, I finally gave up the idea.

   One million silver coins for a power armor. If it was only a little short, he would borrow it, but unfortunately it was more than a little short.

   It’s better to wait for the contribution points to climb to the knight level, and then save money to buy it.

   Looking at the noisy brothers, Lao Bai cleared his throat and shouted.

   "Everyone is not new, so I won't say more nonsense."

   "Check your gear, get ready for action!"

   answered him with a loud cheer of excitement.

   "Ouch!"

  Although it is not far from the slum, they are not afraid of not hearing the voices. After all, they are not trained functional NPCs, and they cannot understand the "dialect" in their shelter.

   In addition, at the beginning of the operation, the Alliance launched electronic warfare against the gangs in the slums simultaneously to interfere with the radio frequency bands commonly used by the major gangs.

   At this moment, the control of the top level of the major gangs over the grassroots has been completely paralyzed, and the eyeliners placed in the slums have become decorations. They can only communicate verbally in the chaos, or fight each other.

   A long time ago, the Guard Corps was collecting and monitoring the communication channels of those gang members, and this work was carried out simultaneously with the infiltration investigation in the slums.

The    Alliance’s electronic warfare capabilities are not very good for the Legion, and they are occasionally suppressed by the Legion, but it’s not too easy to bully these little guys.

  Many gang members will also use a walkie-talkie level, and they use the civilian walkie-talkie bought on the market.

   In the face of the well-trained regular army of the Alliance and the wolves-like players, these stragglers who were active in the slums were quickly surrounded by divisions and killed one by one.

   The banging sound of gunfire was like a firecracker that was played in advance, and the orange-yellow gunfire and tracer light shuttled recklessly in the narrow alley.

In just an hour, the gang members in the slums were killed and injured countless times. There were hundreds of corpses lying on one street alone, and countless people were blocked in the alleys. It was soaked in blood and turned a dark red.

   This can no longer be called war. Totally one-sided slaughter!

   Standing at the door of the West Willow Tavern, looking at the two armored vehicles parked on the side of the road, West's face was full of confusion and horror, and his eyes were blood red.

   He had long expected that the Alliance might attack them, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, so fast that he was not prepared at all.

  Looking at the stagnant troops that had already surrounded this place, West knew that there was only a dead end to resist, and immediately shouted at the big hands in the bar.

   "Put down your guns for Lao Tzu! Are you crazy? Can you beat the power armor and tanks outside with these things?!"

   The subordinates were all stunned by the yelling, and they were overwhelmed.

   West gritted his teeth, his heart was stunned, he picked up a suitcase and walked out quickly, watching the soldiers who aimed at him and shouted loudly.

   "Don't shoot! Wait! Don't shoot!"

   looked at him with a murderous dagger with two big fists, and said with a grin.

   "What? You still have last words to say?"

   took a trembling glance at the pair of fists the size of an iron pot, West swallowed, smiled shyly, and spread out the suitcase in his hand.

  There are bundles of colorful banknotes lying inside!

   Part of it is Cr, part of it is silver banknotes, and the rest are some light brown banknotes. I don’t know where the money is, but the face value is not small.

   "My lord, I urge you to raise your hand and let your little one go, and this money will be used as my honor to you and your brothers."

   Before the murderous dagger opened his mouth, the Kidney Fighter, who had only his head and limbs, glared and tightened the guy in his hand.

   "Confused! Kill you, the money is mine too!"

   The good dog was startled when he heard this, and hurriedly stopped him.

   "Wait a minute, this guy seems to be on the wanted list, full price for life, half price for death!"

   Kidney Fighter was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed.

   "Yes, catch him alive! Cuff him!"

   Several players immediately stepped forward and pushed the guy with the suitcase to the ground, ignoring his yelling at all.

   West, who was pressed to the ground with his hands cut in reverse, choked on the muddy water, his face was full of embarrassment, regret and despair.

   These guys really have no morals at all! I knew he had run away from the path

   There were continuous and dense gunshots in the tavern behind him, but it didn't take long before the last flash of flames was extinguished.

   It didn't take long for him to see another group of soldiers walking towards him, pressing Jeff, who had been hiding in the safe room earlier.

   And not just them.

   The boss of the Dean Gang and the second boss of the Poison Gang were also caught.

   Looking at the familiar faces, West's heart completely fell to the bottom.

   He didn't understand until now.

The    Alliance has been eyeing them for a long time, and 80% of them have even been marked on the map which way they will escape.

  The disgraced Jeff, dragged by a power armor, knelt beside West.

   These soldiers seem to be planning to classify them.

   His hands and feet were still struggling, Jeff's Adam's apple moved, he looked at the power armor standing beside him, and said hoarsely.

   "Even if you kill me, other gangs will replace us, and that won't solve any problems."

   "Let me see your boss, the respected manager, we can cooperate, I'll help you with the dirty work that you are inconvenient to do, give me a chance!"

   Lao Bai, who was standing beside him, glanced at the guy who was chatting, and suddenly smiled.

   "Collaboration? You also look down on yourself too much."

   He actually met these people.

   That was a long time ago.

  Although the Alliance did not issue a mission to exterminate these guys at that time, he knew that sooner or later the managers would clean up these people.

  Jeff was stunned.

   The man's next sentence made him fall into an ice cave.

   "You have no value for waste utilization. It will be better for us if you die."

   "As for the others who became you."

   "I'll send them to accompany you."