This Game is Too Real Chapter 199

  Chapter 199 The campaign system is fully upgraded

   Outside the Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base, pine trees covered with snow have been spread from the edge of the base wall to the abandoned town under the gentle slope.

   The buildings here are no more than three stories high, and the first floor with garage and swimming pool occupies most of the rooms. Occasionally, one or two maverick houses can be seen, probably belonging to the researchers of the nearby research base.

   However, no matter who this place once belonged to, it is now completely deserted.

Frozen vines creep into the house from the front yard, shrubs grow in the dusty garage, roots of vegetation burrow through concrete paths and yard walls, and lush trees fill abandoned corners, even from The roofs of some wooden houses were drilled out.

   Occasional creaking noises can be heard downstairs, either the gnaw has knocked something down, or the mouse...

  Half-collapsed double-storey villa roof.

  Crawling in the snow, Ye Shi took a deep breath, and turned the **** on the sniper scope with his index finger.

  The pine forest on the gentle slope, the treetops just did not reach the outermost roof of the research base.

   With his right eye on the sniper scope, he could only barely see the figure near the checkpoint through the gap between the branches of the tree and the snow.

   Those looters are ahead.

   was less than five hundred meters away from him.

   The raider's patrol came to the town to search once, but they didn't search very carefully, so they didn't find the two people hiding on the roof.

   "Can you see people?" Fang Chang, who was crawling beside the chimney, held a monocular, squinted his left eye and said.

   "It's visible, but it's a bit difficult to type."

   "At ten o'clock, do you see the machine gun in the window on the third floor?"

   "I can see his sandbag and tripod... His head is blocked by a tree branch, but it shouldn't be a problem to get through."

   "Okay, he'll be yours in a moment. Remember, wait for him to fire first, and hit an inch above the flame of the gun."

"Know."

   took his right eye away from the sniper scope, and Ye Shi took the time to glance at the VM that was thrown on the back **** of the roof.

  When the brightness is turned to the lowest, only a little light can be seen in the opposite direction, so there is no need to worry about the exposed position.

   is very useful.

   Calculated the distance through the map, he stretched out his index finger and tapped on the screen, cutting to the taskbar.

  【Distance from the start of the battle: 31min21s. 】

  【Mission: Reach the Sniper Point (Completed), Reward: War Score +10】

  【Task: Mark high-threat targets on the VM map (in progress). 】

  【Mission: After the war begins, cover the eastern attacking squad (not started). 】

  【Conditions of violation: If you fire and expose the position before you get the order, all your battlefield points will be deducted, and you will be banned for 14 days. 】

  【Conditions of violation: 50 battlefield points will be deducted for refusing to execute the order once, 100 points will be deducted for the second warning, and the third time...]

   There are quite a few tasks.

  Ye Ten silently calculated in his heart. If he can complete all the branch lines, he can get a total of 270 silver coins and 430 contributions.

  Good luck, drop a few more bobbins and machine gunners, maybe you can get 400 silver.

   Isn't this much more exciting than "Plug-in V" and "The Sixth Summoning"?

   It would be even more perfect if the sound effects of hitting the target could be enhanced.

   For example, shake the grip when hitting the target.

   "...Hold on, old man."

   "When you save enough money, we'll change your costumes for you!"

   Not far away, a group of players in light-colored hunting outfits were advancing toward the experimental base along the ruins at the edge of the town.

  The mud smeared on the bayonet hid the cold light on the white snow, but it couldn't hide the murderous aura of the spear flag.

   The front is the enemy's position!

   A pair of eyes hidden in the dark night flickered with excitement, that high fighting will, even the whistling north wind was a little weaker.

   A battle is about to break out!

   At the same time, at Brown's Farm more than 20 kilometers away, sentries with iron-barreled rifles were patrolling the wall made of garbage.

   Different from the sparseness of people in the past, today's farmhouse is a little more lively.

   Rustic mansion.

  A dozen people were sitting in the spacious living room, each with a heavy expression on his face, like a dark cloud that could drip water.

   An old radio was placed on the round wooden table. The noisy electric sound and the host's glib accent were out of tune with the atmosphere in the living room, but they were especially suitable for the occasion.

   "This is the voice of Boulder City, I am your dearest radio host Mr. Howes, and now I bring you the latest situation in the northern suburbs."

"According to unreliable information, a predatory force called the Bone-biting Tribe is developing and growing in places we can't see. This is definitely not an alarmist, their strength is not weak, at least better than those who hide in the ruins and dare not come out. The villains are much stronger."

   "Those plunderers not only absorbed the remnants of the legion, but also took over part of their equipment, and are now recruiting troops throughout the middle of the valley... It seems that they intend to establish a country belonging to plunderers."

"If they keep going south, there's no doubt that none of the hillbillies in the northern suburbs of Qingquan will survive, and the militia will never waste a bullet on those who haven't paid their taxes. If you happen to be in the northern suburbs, If you don't want to watch your wife and daughter be kidnapped and sent to the ranch, the Voice of Boulder City Radio recommends the Wind Wind Hotel from afar to you!"

"There is the generous Mr. Reston, a super five-star hotel specially opened for refugees. It is located on the edge of the outer wall of the Boulder City. Although it is outside, legally, it also belongs to the territory of the Boulder City, and the militia will not Just sit back and watch what's going on there...you only need one chip and you can stay in there all day."

   for sound in radio.

   The people sitting at the round table only responded silently.

  1 chip may be an hour's salary for citizens living legally in Boulder City, or a bottle of beer with water.

   But for them, it takes 1 kilogram of food or more valuable garbage to get it.

   It seemed that he was fed up with this wordless silence, a middle-aged man with a strong appearance and a hunter hat said slowly.

   "The Bonechewing Tribe is growing, we should unite! The Morrowind community can send twenty hunters."

   Seeing that someone raised his head, the fat man sitting not far away breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his round head with a towel, and responded.

   "We can make nine..." Seeing everyone on the table looking at him, he quickly added, "I know this may be a little less, but we only have so much."

"Tsk tsk, listen, there are only nine men in the fat red train station," the strong man with a burn scar on his face sneered and said in a mocking tone, "If all your men are dead, We can help you."

   Fatty's face flashed a trace of annoyance, but it's not a good thing to be intimidated by this guy, he just narrowed his eyes dangerously and didn't dare to say anything.

  Red train station has received businessmen from Honghe Town to Qingquan City all the year round. Compared with the poor man sitting here, he really has two more chips in his pocket.

   However, in this ghost weather, this bargaining chip does not give him much sense of security, and it is not even enough for the militia regiment's plane to go on a business trip.

   Staring at the ugly scar-faced man, the boss of the inn thought sinisterly in his heart.

  Wait!

   When this winter is over, I will invite mercenaries to visit your house!

  The atmosphere in the living room was a little stiff.

   Mr. Brown, who was puffing up the clouds, looked a little annoyed.

  Although they knew that 80% of these neighbors could not be counted on, they didn't expect that at this juncture, they were still scrambling for two more people for whose family.

   is really hopeless!

   At this time, sitting at the corner of the round table, a thin-faced man who had been silent from beginning to end suddenly spoke up.

   "It's useless, we can't be the opponents of those people, their numbers are like locusts... swept from the center to the south."

   Seeing that everyone including Brown looked at him, the man paused for a moment and continued.

"I have a relative in Shibei Town, about 30 kilometers away. He fled to me a few days ago, saying that hundreds of looters had invaded their town, and those who resisted were not beaten into sieves. , was hanged at the door, and the rest were either caught to work as coolies, or were tortured to the point of death."

   "At that time, he was hiding in the ruins, watching the fire burn in front of his nose. He pretended to be a corpse and didn't dare to move. He was lucky to survive."

   The atmosphere in the living room became more rigid.

   As if to lighten the atmosphere, a slightly older survivor let out a soft sigh and whispered something.

   "Working as a coolie... At least not eaten. It seems that these people are still a little civilized."

   "I haven't finished yet... The elderly and children have been beheaded," the thin man moved his Adam's apple lightly and continued with a numb expression, "They only need to be able to move and have children."

   The fire in the fireplace was roaring.

   There was a bright fire shaking in the living room, but the air was terribly cold.

"enough!"

   Mr. Brown patted the table, and the ashes shook from the corners of his mouth and fell beside his boots.

   He took off half of the cigarette butt, pressed it into the ashtray, glanced at everyone present with a gloomy expression, and slowly continued to speak.

   "This is our homeland, we have lived here for generations, run? Where can we run. We have nowhere to go, but the only way to fight to the death-"

   "It's just that you have nowhere to go. After all, you have such a big farm."

   The scar-faced man who satirized the boss of the inn before, pierced through his beautiful words with a sharp eye, and said aggressively.

   Mr. Brown's face froze, his face turned into a pig's liver, and he glared at the man and said.

   "What do you mean I have no way out? I can go to Boulder with my chips. My life there will be a hundred times more comfortable than it is now, do you want me to do that?"

"Going to Boulder? Like the mayor of Bette Street?" The Scarfaced man narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer, "I heard that he has not had a good two months... You and him have a relationship. Covenant? Why didn't they help him when they were beaten up by the blue jacket."

  Brown looked gloomy.

   At this time, someone suddenly said.

   "Why don't we go to those blue jackets for help? They even dealt with the Blood Hand clan, and they had a fight with the Legion before, maybe they can deal with those looters..."

  Brown hadn't spoken yet, when someone next to him said in a mocking tone.

"Those blue coats? They're not obligated to help us. When it's a matter of life and death, they'll hide in their mouse holes as soon as possible, close the door, and hide for decades before coming out. Two centuries ago Isn't that what they do? I've heard of it."

   The boss of the inn said nervously.

   "Then please take the Boulder City..."

   The man with the hunter hat shook his head.

   "We've run out of money."

   "Then give food!"

   Seeing a pair of eyes looking at himself, Brown responded with anger to the unrealistic desire in the eyes of these poor people.

   "Food? Where is the grain now? There are only seeds left in the warehouse for next spring, and we can't eat grass for a whole year."

   "Then what exactly are you going to do? This doesn't work, that doesn't work either. Are you arguing here?"

   "I have no problem with running away. Anyway, this day is too fast. I am interested in finding a place to grow crops in the south before the spring of next year."

   "Raise your hands to vote, those who approve of the refugees raise—"

   At this time, there was a knock on the door, which interrupted the chaotic quarrel in the living room.

  Brown, who was about to explode, restrained his anger and took a deep breath.

"Come in."

   The name of the person who came was Liu Zhengyue, and he was the head of security under his command.

   Shaking the snow in front of the door, Liu Zhengyue walked into the warm room.

   "Sir, our neighbor sent you a letter..."

  Brown looked at him and asked.

   "What was written on the letter?"

  Liu Zhengyue glanced at the people at the table, then glanced at Mr. Brown, and said in a low voice.

   "Sir, do you want to read in here?"

  Brown's face flashed a hint of impatience, but maybe he felt that it was really inappropriate for so many people to listen, so he waved his hand patiently and motioned him to hand over the letter.

   took the letter.

   The envelope is opened.

   pulled out the letter, Brown glanced at it, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, but it was quickly replaced by suspicion and solemnity.

   The middle-aged man in the hunter hat looked at him and asked.

   "What was written on the letter?"

   "The invitation from the neighbors is nothing, it has nothing to do with you..." Mr. Brown replied casually, and at the same time carefully folded the letter and stuffed it into his pocket.

   The people sitting at the wooden table looked at each other and exchanged distrustful glances.

   Of course they won't believe the old fox's nonsense, but this is his territory, and if he doesn't plan to say it, they can't force him.

   "Okay, let's go. We have discussed this point since dinner time. If you are still going to continue arguing, please change place, don't be here with me... It's annoying to watch."

   The owner here has issued an eviction order. Although the guests in the living room are dissatisfied with his attitude, they are not good to continue to entangle here, and they all got up and left here with displeased expressions.

   It was snowing heavily outside the house.

   However, it is not colder than in the house.

   The group walked towards the outside of the farm.

   The thin man rubbed his shoulders with his hands, glanced at the others around him, and said in a low voice.

   "I'm still saying that, we can't be the opponent of the Bonechew tribe... We only have the option of fleeing, and the other survivors in the middle of the Valley Province did the same."

   asked the older survivor.

   "Where did they go?"

   Everyone was stunned for a while, and after exchanging glances, someone who understood the situation spoke up.

   "I heard that some refugees...seem to go to Changchang Farm a little north of our place?"

   "A little further north? Longevity Farm?"

   "Well, that farm seems to be the territory of those blue jackets. They helped the company deal with the legion, and the people of the company helped them build a city in the wilderness... I heard so."

   Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, the man with the hunter hat suddenly said.

   "I'm going to go to the north, those blue coat parks."

   The inn owner looked at him in surprise.

   "Now? It's getting dark..."

  Although there are not many alien species that go out for food in winter, when we go to the north now, when do we have to go back?

  Although they were all survivors from the northern suburbs, they didn't have much contact with those blue jackets, so they couldn't take the liberty of asking them to stay for one night as soon as they met.

   "It's not scary when it's dark, what's scary is that it won't light up again."

   The Adam's apple moved, and the man in the hunter hat continued. "This may be our last hope if we don't want to become refugees."

   The mansion in the farm.

  Brown, who had sent off the guests, turned around and went to the cloakroom, took out his favorite coat and put it on his body, carefully adjusting the collar.

   But soon, he seemed to have thought of something, and he came back and stuffed the coat back, took out a not-so-new-looking one and put it on his body.

   At this time, his wife came from the side, put her hand on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice.

   "It's so late, do you still have to leave the hospital?"

  Brown replied perfunctorily.

   "Our neighbors invited me to a movie. I can only go there once. At least let them know that we have no more oil and water to squeeze."

   asked Mrs.

   "Can't you just go?"

With his    fingers on the collar of his coat, Brown was silent for a while, rarely restraining his bad temper.

"I have no idea."

   "But I think... a visit would be better than no visit."

  Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base.

  At the foot of the gentle slope, next to the road on the north side.

  Two looters in fur coats threw the picked up dead branches into the burning iron bucket, and surrounded the flames for warmth.

   Looking at the stars floating on the fire, the plunderer with a trench stick hanging from his waist, couldn't help but curse.

   "This ghost weather... it's life-threatening to be sentry outside."

   The looters next to him heard it, and unconsciously glanced at the checkpoint on the slope.

   "Shh, don't let the captain hear you."

   "What's the point of talking? He's only allowed to sleep in the bed, and I'm not allowed to complain here?"

   Remembering the woman he met at the last survivor gathering point, he unconsciously licked his lips that were blown by the wind.

   That breast is really huge.

   He still remembers that little bit of degeneration from pain to despair.

  Unfortunately, it's all because the boss played too much, and that person didn't endure in the end. Before he died, his throat was hoarse.

   "Why do I feel like it's getting colder today..."

   "I'll go pick up two more firewoods."

   Having said that, the looter tightened the Ripper rifle on his back, stepped on the snow that was no more than his calf, and walked into the woods beside him.

   There is no light everywhere.

   but not in the way.

   There were many dead branches lying on the snow. He leaned down and touched the ground casually.

   A cold touch came from his palm, which made him stunned for a moment.

Huh?

Why is    so hard?

  The two guns that stretched out in the dark were pointed straight at his forehead.

   At this moment, what he was holding in his hand was not firewood at all, but a bayonet smeared with mud and leaking cold light.

   Looking at the man lying in the snowdrift, his face gradually turned as white as the snow.

   The player who was stared at was also bewildered.

   Originally, he was lying on the snowdrift very well, but who would have thought that so many branches next to this idiot would not pick it up, but instead grabbed his gun.

  'Fuck, what's up with this? '

   Use your eyes to communicate with your teammates next to you while paddling on the edge.

   Debt and big eyes are also confused.

  'Or...you wait for him to fire the first shot? '

   At this time, there was a shout from the fire beside the road.

   "Xiu, what are you dawdling at?"

"me……"

  The controlled predator, his lips trembling and speechless.

   As soon as he heard the trembling sound, the looters behind immediately realized that something was wrong, and immediately raised the rifle in his hand, squatted down and pulled the bolt, and snarled towards the woods.

   "Who's there!"

   Seeing this scene through the drone, Chu Guang knew that the people in the forest must be unable to hide.

   But, it doesn't matter.

   It was the feint group that was discovered. Although it was a few minutes earlier, it did not affect it.

   It's time to test micro-manipulation!

  Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and swiped in the air, and the precompiled task suspended in the tactical eyepiece window was sent out immediately.

  【Battle countdown: 0s】

  【Mission: Free Fire! (Release target: all teams in Group A)]

  【Mission: Shell the target area! (Subject to: Support Group)]

   "Hit me hard!"

   (before eleven o'clock in the next chapter!)

   (end of this chapter)

Chapter end