This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 604: Those who survived

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At the entrance to the wide and empty square, there is a wall made of reinforced iron plates and wooden piles. The heavy door panels are tightly closed, and the sentry towers on both sides are empty.

The mutants stationed here retreated in a hurry, and some equipment was just thrown on the wall without even having time to take it away.

More than twenty Chimera armored vehicles were lined up outside the wall. A dozen players carrying explosive bags trotted forward and placed high explosives under the corner of the wall.

Looking at his teammates retreating from the wall, he stood on the edge of the team and shouted an order through the communication channel.

"Detonate!"

A player immediately grasped the detonator in his hand, and then streaks of orange-red fire exploded at the edge of the wall.

Together with the dilapidated gatehouse, the wall made of garbage was blown away in an instant.

"Forward!"

The commanders of each corps issued orders.

Chimera armored vehicles started their engines, and surrounded by a group of players carrying rifles, they marched into this sinful camp.

The mole poked its head out of the turret, holding on to the hatch cover and shouted orders over the communication channel.

"Search every corner carefully and don't let any mutant go! If you don't accept surrender, shoot and kill!"

A uniform answer came from the communication channel.

"Received!"

Not just the Skeleton Corps. The same goes for Jungle Corps.

The chicken-killing guy walking in the front is like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. The steel body is covered with minced meat and blood, and the chain saw embedded in his left arm is still whirring crazily. .

If you don’t count the number of Chimera armored vehicles killed, he probably got the highest number of kills in the game this time.

After all, he has been here chasing those green-skinned beasts from the first day, much earlier than other regiments.

Besides him, the person with the second highest number of kills is Jun Jun.

The diffuse gray fog provided an excellent cover for him who was good at melee combat. If the mutants' skin was not too thick, some mutant warriors transformed by prosthetics were themselves masters of melee combat. His number of kills

You can still go to the next level.

After everyone entered the lair, they moved forward cautiously.

Although they have entered the Qi tribe’s lair, no one takes it lightly.

One is because these green-skinned beasts are not dead yet, and one or two lone wolves will jump out from time to time. The other reason is that the shocking scenes completely penetrated the lower limit of human conscience, making those who witnessed everything Everyone couldn't help but grit their teeth.

This is the former site of a settlement during the Three Years War.

Two centuries ago, hundreds of thousands or more people were temporarily resettled here.

But now it has become a hell...

Looking at the pickled products hanging on the wooden supports, the human skin being dried, and the countless bone products, I just felt a twitching feeling in my stomach.

He has not been playing this game for too long, but he has also caught up with the war in Luoxia Province, and he has seen some cruel scenes.

However, compared with the pure evil in front of me, it still pales in comparison.

Although the Weiland people do not regard other ethnic groups as human beings, they rarely fight for the sake of tutu.

Mutants are completely different.

In their eyes, the old humans were just domestic animals, so they not only threw the captives into the oil pot at will, but also made their bones into vessels, and invented a series of blood sacrifice cultures to prove their lineage. Legitimate of excellence and dominance.

The screams of prey are the most pleasant sound to them. For this reason, they have specially borrowed many anti-human torture methods from the history of old humans.

Seeing a corpse nailed to a stone bed with its stomach cut open, the young and tender young man couldn't help but retched.

"....%￥#＠! Is this still a human being?"

Looking at level 99 when picking up **** is quite normal, although he is also disturbed by the scenes in front of him

I was so shocked that I was speechless for a moment, but my facial muscles only twitched, not to the point of retching.

The strong man who was following him sighed.

"If this photo were posted on the official website, it would probably be a mosaic." Mr. Garbage coughed slightly with a subtle expression.

"Based on past experience, it may not be uploaded at all."

Past experience was okay.

I wanted to turn my head quietly and look at this guy, dumbfounded.

"Oh my god, brother, what exactly do you have in your photo album?"

The garbage man coughed.

"Secret."

To be honest, he has never saved any very interesting photos. The photo albums mainly contain his heroic fighting postures and wonderful killing moments - well, considering his fighting style, Some lenses may indeed reach the R18G category.

But that's not the point.

In short, according to the rules set by the operator, some photos that are too curious cannot be synchronized to offline accounts.

The explanation of the game operator is that the dreams constructed by players through virtual reality helmets actually have a protective mechanism of sensory blunting. The specific manifestation is that even if some timid players play in reality

A needle will make you faint, but having blood sprayed on your face in the game will only make you feel sick.

However, once out of the "dream", this protection mechanism will no longer work.

The wasteland is not a harmonious society after all.

For the sake of the physical and mental health of players, and to prevent players from becoming more frightened when they go offline, game operators will not only conduct necessary review of photos synchronized offline, but will also restrict access based on the age of the viewer. Some pictures.

Not far from the "Slaughterhouse" is a huge department store.

It looks like a cruise ship sailing on land. It is twelve stories high, covers an area of ​​​​100,000 square meters, and has a total construction area of ​​more than one million. The surrounding transportation is accessible in all directions. From its majestic outline It is not difficult to get a glimpse of its past style.

However, its builder probably would not have imagined that his masterpiece would be used by a group of green-skinned animals as a "stable" for raising humans more than two hundred years later.

The moment he crossed the main entrance on the north side of the mall, a pungent rancid odor hit his face, and the Elf King Fugui who was walking in front couldn't help but frown.

Just when he was about to complain, "Why does it smell so bad?", a strong howling wind blew from the side.

His whole body was trembling, and Brother Fugui subconsciously ducked to avoid it. A table almost missed his helmet and flew over, smashing against the wall

is torn apart.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the mutants hiding in the dark roared angrily. Then they picked up the broad-bladed bone-chopping knife in their hands and rushed towards the main entrance with meteor strides.

Irena raised the PU-9 submachine gun in her hand half an inch and fired at the mutant's chest.

I saw a bunch of blood flowers bursting from the chest of the naked mutant, and he fell heavily to the ground without a word before he ran two steps.

"Good guy, let's do a sneak attack!"

Brother Fugui cursed and stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, only to find a handful of black mud smeared on his body.

Subconsciously, he moved closer to his finger and smelled it. His expression froze and he threw away his hand and looked at the black mud on the breastplate with a constipated expression on his face.

Now you don’t need to ask, you know what the stench is.

"I'm afraid there are a lot of people locked up here...are you okay?" Irena asked with a strange expression as she looked at the rich man who was looking for something everywhere.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine..." Finally finding a waxy rag, Brother Fugui wiped off the black mud on his body, looked at Lao Na and coughed and said, " What the **** is this place?"

"Obviously, the pasture of the Qi tribe."

Irena skillfully replaced the magazine and glanced upward at the wide, long dome. She saw that the escalators had been transformed into sturdy wooden ladders.

Not only that, the mutants also use chains and slides

Wheel made the proposed lifting tower and installed it next to the escalator.

It seemed to be used to transport goods, and there were some bottles and cans and moldy wooden boxes piled on top.

Ignoring the upper floors for the time being, players who enter the lobby on the first floor walk through the open space in front of the door and explore towards the nearest shopping corridor.

Soon, everyone saw a scene that they would never forget.

I saw that the glass showcases on the facades were replaced by fences made of iron bars. Behind the fences were skinny figures and pairs of numb eyes.

Most of them have unkempt hair and sunken eye sockets. If you don't look closely, you wouldn't be able to recognize that they are human.

Seeing the soldiers standing in front of the fence, the people in the cages all showed fear on their faces and backed away like animals.

The people behind were probably stepped on, and they made a squeaking sound

Shout.

"Don't be afraid! We are not mutants, we are here to save you." Seeing this, Elf King Fugui quickly spoke in non-standard human language, trying to appease these people's emotions, but they had no reaction at all. , but became even more panicked.

Looking at the helpless Elf King Fugui, Irena sighed and put her right hand on his shoulder with a complicated expression.

"Don't bother, these people...may not understand People's Lianyu."

Elven King Fugui was stunned.

"I don't understand..."

"I'm afraid they were not captured, but were born here."

After a pause, Irena continued to tell her guess.

"....80% are descendants of the residents of Singularity City."

Elven King Fugui looked at him in disbelief, then glanced at the prison next to him, his Adam's apple moving up and down involuntarily.

It’s hard to imagine that these people, who lived like domestic animals, once had a history as glorious as Boulder City.

There are only food troughs filled with dark green slurry that connect each other between the adjacent facades. The food troughs are facing the outlet of the nutritional paste synthesis device.

Judging from the mottled rust, this machine must be a few years old, and judging from the appearance and model of the machine, it is probably a model that was eliminated from the Boulder City Industrial Zone.

This cell is not very strong.

Elven King Fugui stretched out his hand and grasped a rusty iron bar. Without using much force, it made an overwhelming creaking sound. The exoskeleton pulled it off with a little effort.

However, those who were locked up just looked at the opened fence tremblingly, without any other reaction or any intention of escaping.

"I'm afraid A Guang will have a headache on how to deal with these people," Irena looked around, "Anyway, let's report it to the headquarters first."

Elven King Fugui was silent for a long time and said in a difficult tone. "How about sending it to Pioneer City?"

"This is one of the options," Irena made a helpless expression and shrugged her shoulders, "but I think... sending it anywhere may not be the best choice."

These **** beasts.

He cursed in his heart, but he could do nothing about what had happened and had happened for decades or even hundreds of years.

This place has been like this since a long time ago. And there are not many similar hells in the wasteland.

If the wasteland itself is not ended, hells more cruel than this will appear one after another, and the tragedies that have happened will happen again and again.

However, how can such a wasteland end? To be honest, he has no idea at all.

Maybe...

The omnipotent manager must have a complete plan in mind.

As an outsider, it is better to put aside the cruel core and enjoy the game itself.

At least the daily life of the alliance is still very happy.

However, what Irena doesn't know is that the omnipotent manager actually doesn't have any good solutions.

There are quite a few in the strange tribe

Part of the population is born from mutants

Only a few human breeding farms are wastelanders captured by mutants from outside and slaves actively contributed by nearby plantations.

As we all know, a person's worldview is gradually formed during the development of the brain. Only people who are raised in society can transform from a biological person into a social person.

The survivors here are more like people raised by animals.

Although some people from the Black Stone Tribe that we encountered in the desert were in a similar situation, the proportion was far less exaggerated than that of the Qi Tribe.

According to isolated samples that exist in reality, it would take ten or even more than ten years for these biological people to learn to eat with their hands, let alone learn a skill to support themselves.

The alliance does not have the realistic conditions to increase the dependent population by 10,000 out of thin air. This is not a problem that can be solved by sending it to Pioneer City.

Not to mention that most of these survivors are addicts.

It is not a good idea to take a large number of survivors carrying Nagomycelium away from the local area, especially under the current circumstances.

Chu Guang stood in deep thought on the bridge.

At this moment, Vanus on the side suddenly spoke.

"How about using a mind interference device?"

Seeing that Chu Guang did not speak, Vanus paused for a moment and continued to analyze.

"Since they are drug addicts, theoretically they should be able to be affected by the mind interference device when entering a fugue state. As long as this brainwashing tool is used correctly, they may be able to return to normal society."

After listening to his analysis, Chu Guang sighed softly and said.

"Using a mind interference device against people has never happened before in the Alliance. We have continued the practice of the People's Alliance era and only used it

To drive away dangerous species on alien planets.

It's not that I don't know how to adapt, but I'm thinking about a question...how to ensure that the choices we make today will not create greater hidden dangers in the future. ”

Vanus was slightly stunned.

"For example?"

Chu Guangyan said concisely and concisely.

"For example, let me ask you the simplest question, how can a mentally ill person prove that he is not mentally ill?"

Vanus asked confused.

"Is this something that needs to be proven?" Chu Guang continued.

"If we do this, people living here will have to face such a problem in the future, and this may be the smallest problem."

Although this is just a matter of words to him, executing this order is a systematic project.

In this huge systematic project, there are too many links that may cause this order to deviate from its original intention and create a dystopia using "technology that should never be used on humans from the beginning."

The sixth settlement of the Alliance will become a large mental hospital, and even become a dark history of the Alliance.

But to be honest, Chu Guang was a little tempted by Vanus's idea. The mind interference device could at least allow survivors who did not have full behavioral capabilities to do some simple labor to support themselves.

The only problem is that he needs a morally perfect and selfless manager to carry out his orders.

Unfortunately, he himself is not that perfect person. At this moment, Hanshuang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"How about I give it a try?"

Sun Eclipse glanced at it expressionlessly, trying to hint it to take back these potentially troublesome words, but Hanshuang had no intention of taking them back.

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, and a look of interest suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He almost forgot.

I still have this person beside me!

However, this ultimately involves the fate of tens of thousands or even more people, and is not something to be joked about casually.

In order to confirm its determination, Chu Guang looked into its eyes and said in a serious tone.

"Are you sure? This is not an easy job. You can think of the survivors as babies with adult powers, and you are their nanny. You have to plan their daily work and daily life. As well as all aspects of culture and education, we even have to be precise about what they eat, drink, and drink, and use limited resources to make them live as human beings as possible."

I don’t know if it was his own illusion, but Chu Guang always felt that the eyes of the android in front of him seemed to be getting more and more excited.

Obviously what he is talking about is a very troublesome thing. Could this guy be an M...

With strange thoughts in mind, Chu Guang cleared his throat and continued in a serious tone.

....In short, you need to make them at least self-sufficient initially, and eventually enable them and their descendants to fully integrate into our society. We will give you some assistance during this period, but to be honest, we are also very poor ourselves, so I'm afraid we can't give you much. ”

"Have you thought clearly——"

"I've thought it through!"

Answering Chu Guang's question impatiently, Hanshuang looked at him firmly, placing his right fist against his chest in a poor alliance etiquette.

"I have always been eager to use my knowledge and experience to help the suffering people in this wasteland, and now this opportunity is right in front of me...I can already feel it!"

Chu Guang stared at it with bright eyes. "What do you feel?"

Clenching the fist against his chest, Hanshuang said loudly and emotionally.

"Intellectual plug-in... is burning!"

The voice had a slight vibrato, as if it was sung, and the upward-curling tail tone brought a pious and holy tone.

However, Chu Guang was confused when he heard this.

What the **** is the intellectual plug-in burning?

Forget it.

Ignore this for now.

From the eyes of this android, Chu Guang could indeed sense its unwavering sincerity and determination.

The compassion for the suffering people in the wasteland is as unwavering as that lunatic of Ibers who is afraid of chaos in the world.

And as an android, it has neither material desires nor moral flaws.

It is most suitable for it to perform this impossible task for human managers!

At least worth a try!

Vanus cast a worried look at Chu Guang. Although the idea was his, he always felt that this android was not very reliable.

However, Chu Guang's attention was focused on those passionate eyes the whole time, and he directly ignored the staff officer standing beside him.

"Then it's up to you!"

"Well!" Staring at Chu Guang with sharp eyes, Hanshuang said with great momentum, "Leave it to me!"

The eclipse standing behind it held his forehead.

This guy seems to have forgotten that he is the representative of Kangmao Group...

I always feel like things are getting troublesome.

Night.

Captain's room.

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder at the corner of the table, dragged her chin, swayed her pencil-thick calves, and said somewhat unhappily.

"Master."

Chu Guang, who was dealing with official duties, looked away from the tablet terminal in his hand and looked at it, speaking in a gentle tone.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Qi muttered.

"Although Xiaoqi is just an assistant AI, she can still help a lot..."

Seeing through its thoughts at a glance, Chu Guang couldn't help but smile and stretched out his index finger to rub its little head.

"I understand that you want to help me, and I believe in your ability, but this is not your job scope. And... you represent me."

"Huh?" Xiaoqi tilted her head in confusion.

Looking at the planning plan for the Alliance's sixth settlement that was being drafted, Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"The alliance needs to unite all survivors who can unite, but it must be based on their actual situation

Do this under actual circumstances. For survivors who spontaneously choose to progress, we will give them enough room for independent development and let them bring progressive things to our society. But for the special situation of Singularity City, we can only manage them in the opposite way. Rise up and prevent their impact on our society. ”

"This is not just a problem of 10,000 people. There are also large dioceses in Haiya Province that need to be liberated. By then, the pressure we will need to bear may be several times or even dozens of times greater than it is now."

"Although it is unkind to say this, if Hanshuang messes up, it will be the fault of Kangmao Group and even the company, and the ability of androids to participate in public utilities will be questioned, right? I tend to think that within our ability, Within the scope, some people on the board of directors will not ignore it.”

It would be better to say that it was originally the trouble caused by their parents!

If it hadn’t been for that accident a century and a half ago, there wouldn’t be all the messy things happening today.

Xiao Qi nodded in understanding.

"So are you doing it to make it easier for you to take the blame later?"

This guy doesn’t understand at all...

But some people may interpret it this way.

Chu Guang smiled and shook his head and said nonchalantly.

"If I really want to take the blame."

"I won't care about these troublesome things from the beginning."