This Game Is Too Realistic

In the south of Linhu Wetland Park, a plane ejecting a light blue flame flew over the abandoned urban area in the northern suburbs.

After noticing the situation in the sky, Liu Ding, the deputy captain of the guard, moved out with the 5 fully armed players from the south gate of the park in his exoskeleton.

In addition to these 5 players, more than 10 players were led by another guard and prepared an ambush in the forest not far from the south gate of the wetland park.

In the event of an unforeseen encounter, both sides would cooperate with each other and provide firepower from different distances. With so many guns, it was more than enough to suppress a plane that had already landed.

However, the other party didn’t seem to have any plans to fight…

After the plane stopped, a total of three people jumped off.

Two of them wore exoskeletons and held X-2 drone assault rifles in their hands, and they looked like armed guards or bodyguards.

The man in the middle, unarmed, wearing only a washed-out brown leather jacket, raised his hands to show that he was not armed, and walked toward the guards and the players with a smile on his face. "Don’t be nervous, I’m just a man with a message. I want to meet your lord... Or does he have another title?"

"You can call him the administrator."

Holding a Sickle assault rifle in his hand, Liu Ding’s eyes narrowed slightly. While staring at the man, he was watching the two bodyguards standing beside him with his peripheral vision.

"Purpose of visit?"

"I told you already, I’m here to bring a message... By the way, your gun looks good, where did you buy it?"

Seeing the expression of the guy wearing the exoskeleton becoming more and more ugly, the man who claimed to be the messenger finally restrained his joking expression, coughed and said, "Okay, no more joking, my employer wants to buy something from you... It’s about the height of my knee, it’s a box, the black kind, and it was in the Shelter 117 administrator’s office. If you are willing to sell, my employer is willing to pay fifty thousand chips…"

Before the voice fell, the sound amplified through the speaker came from a distance. "You’d better get out of here before I change my mind."

Chu Guang, wearing an exoframe, with a Gauss Rifle on his shoulder, walked out from the south gate of Linghu Wetland Park.

Seeing his dark blue armor, the messenger didn’t show any nervousness or surprise, but the two bodyguards beside him showed nervous expressions invariably and were ready to fight.

Gauss Rifle!

With the penetration power of the gun, as long as he hits the right position, it is enough to take down the plane!

Not to mention the exoframe on him. Generally, bullets and fragmentation weapons would be barely enough to tickle him.

"Fifty thousand chips is quite a lot... Okay, I’ll go. Guys, withdraw, we have to go back empty-handed now." The man who claimed to be the messenger originally wanted to make a last effort, but he seemed to sense a dangerous aura from Chu Guang and immediately gave up his plan.

Chu Guang didn’t stop him.

Intuition told Chu Guang that the plane should be rented by the person who came, or the boss backing him rented it, and it would be very troublesome if it was shot down. 𝙧

Boulder Town on the edge of the third-ring has yet to take him seriously. Maybe in the eyes of those people, a stronghold with only hundreds of people was not worthy of their attention. Without industry and trading power, it was like a pebble on the side of the road, and it was not fundamentally different from the Bloodhand Clan, which used to live near the elevated highway in the northern suburbs.

The neighbor was not interested in him, so Chu Guang naturally didn’t intend to take the initiative to provoke those people.

The location of Shelter 404 was very awkward. It was stuck near the elevated road in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, and there was little room for development.

There was enough trouble from the north, and provoking the people from the south would put him in a battle on two fronts.

After returning to the plane with the bodyguards, the man standing next to the cabin door raised his voice and said with a half serious and half joking tone, "Respected Lord of the Northern Suburbs, my master, an insignificant arms broker, wants me to give you a piece of advice."

Chu Guang looked at him, "What is it?"

The man continued with a smile. "Your force is very strong. I heard that you have even been involved in the conflict between the Army and the Enterprise. A man like you should go to wrestle with big shots like the ruler of Boulder Town. It is beyond our business scope to be your enemy."

"My master said, if you plan to keep that box, then we can only give up our plans... I believe that no smart mercenary dares to come here to disturb you for just those hundreds or thousands of chips. They will only humiliate themselves."

After he said that, his tone suddenly changed, "However, the boss who entrusted us to recycle the box is not so easy to deal with. Even a big shot like the ruler of Boulder Town has to weigh the consequences of offending him. If that person is willing to use 50,000 chips to buy the black box in your hands, I believe that the value of that thing in his heart is definitely far more than 50,000 chips."

"100,000? Or 200,000? Whatever it is, he won’t give up. Maybe when this winter is over, he’ll get it himself. If I were you, I wouldn’t want to keep this hot potato in my hands. But I’m just a small fry after all, maybe you have other plans?"

"If you’re going to change your mind, you can come to the Pirate’s Bay Tavern in Boulder Town. You are a strong man to be respected, and my master would like to treat you to a drink if he has the chance."

"By the way, his name is White Shark… Although you must’ve already known that."

The vertical take-off and landing aircraft slowly increased its altitude and returned to Boulder Town in the south.

Watching the plane fly away, Chu Guang chuckled.

Fifty thousand chips?

Hehe.

I could even earn dozens of chips by picking up trash for five months, and it was still under the exploitation of the old leech.

Yin Fang is working on using that thing to make implanted prosthetic devices, and my players are still waiting to use them to become stronger.

Want to take it from me? Over my dead body!

However, in the end, the man who claimed to be the messenger didn’t say who the person that wanted the black box was.

At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly thought of something.

"Could it be... Torch?"

It had to be those survivors who took a lot of black boxes from Shelter 117!

It seems that they had been living a good life these years. With the alien technology props produced by the black boxes, they even become the big shots in the mouths of wastelanders.

However, Chu Guang didn’t panic at all. Those black boxes were all about producing bionic organs and implanted prostheses at most, and they would not produce weapons of mass destruction.

It would be even better if they really came to him. That way, it would save him time to find them.

Watching the plane disappear into the sky, Liu Ding put away the rifle in his hand, walked to Chu Guang’s side, and said seriously, "Sir, we lack effective air defense means. It is very dangerous to continue like this."

"I know."

Not having anti-aircraft weapons was really a problem.

When the people from Boulder Town went to negotiate with the Pioneer, their plane obediently landed a few kilometers away. But this time, they flew directly to his doorstep.

Chu Guang thought for a moment, then stretched out his right hand and tapped on the side of the exoframe helmet.

The orange visualization window was then projected on the tactical eyepiece of the helmet.

The exoframe had a built-in vital monitor, which was similar in function to a VM, and data exchange was not difficult. Programs that could run on a VM could naturally run on exoframes.

With his index finger tapping in the air a few times, Chu Guang quickly edited a mission and posted it in the Weapon Production mission section of the public channel.

The players who would accept the mission were all the old brothers who were the most capable on the server.

Check this out, Liu Ding, this is how you use players!

[Mission: Air Threat]

[Introduction: The deputy captain of the outpost guard seems to be a little troubled. Talk to him and find out what’s troubling him.]

[Deputy Captain Liu Ding of the guard: Their planes come and go freely above our heads. We need an anti-aircraft weapon that can shoot them down when necessary! Or at least chase them away before they drop a bomb on us!]

[Reward: 500 silver coins, 500 contribution points.]

Done!

After finishing, Chu Guang looked at Liu Ding and said, "Someone will come to you with some strange things in a few days. You just need to find out which one is cheap and easy to use, and then tick on the VM’s mission page."

Liu Ding was stunned.

Although he didn’t understand, he still nodded. "Okay… Sir."

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