This Game Is Too Realistic

Loud static noise played through the radio….

"Hello everyone, this is the Voice of Boulder Town. Before we broadcast knowledge of planting Camu Trees, and how scavengers get rich, please allow me to broadcast a piece of interesting news."

"Just north of us, located near the Flower Garden Street subway station on the edge of the fifth ring of Clearspring City, Pritt, the leader of our Black Snake mercenary group, finally hacked down the butcher knife and attack the group of hillbillies in the northern suburbs with his men.”

"Tsk tsk tsk, it’s so tragic. While the hillbillies lit the powder keg and blasted Crunchers to the sky, our despicable and shameless Captain Pritt fired his gun without any warnings. Those people fell down one after another like the frosted green wheat. Those poor bastards had worked hard for a week for the treasure hidden under the subway, but now, not only was the treasure taken by someone else, but they even lost their lives!"

"This again shows how important it is to choose a reliable bodyguard to ensure your safety! Unfortunately, there are no reliable military contractors that I can recommend today because we don’t have any sponsors! However, although there is no military contractor to recommend to you all, this channel has specially launched a quiz segment!"

"This is our first question. What good things are hidden under the Flower Garden Street subway station?"

"2. How many did Captain Pritt kill?"

"3. How many casualties did the Black Snake mercenary group have?"

"With just one chip, you will be able to participate in all the games! If you answer all three questions correctly, you will win the first prize worth 100,000 chips and three nights in the VIP room of the Central Casino Hotel, all of which are provided by the generous host of this game, the Boulder Town Central Casino! C’mon, those who want to make a fortune, hurry up and give us your answer! Don’t miss this great opportunity! There won’t be another one if you miss this one!"

The smell of the burning of low-quality tobacco mixed with the pungent alcohol could almost clog the throats of newcomers here. The poles on the dance floor were vacant all year round. Even the cheapest dancers couldn’t stand the filthy air there, and only drunkards would occasionally go up to improvise for a while.

That was the Two-Tailed Rat Tavern, one of the hundreds of taverns in Boulder Town, and the most inconspicuous one hidden deep in the smelly alley.

The customers who came were mercenaries and scavengers who lived in nearby basements or cheap hotels. The watered beer sold here was very popular. With just one chip, one could sit in front of the bar and forget about their troubles for the entire night. As long as one was shameless enough, no one would be able to drive them away.

Of course, if they felt that the taste of beer mixed with water was too weak, they could also choose the same cheap industrial alcohol. Drinking a small amount would be fine, but they had to be careful not to black out.

It’s not impossible that someone would do it on purpose, but if they don’t have a special hobby or didn’t plan to get double-cross, there was no point in drinking it. There were no security guards in the area. The bartender was only responsible for selling alcohol, washing cups, and cleaning the floor. As long as no one was killing anyone inside the tavern, the guards outside would not care about it.

Hearing what the voice on the radio said, a group of mercenaries discussed loudly, with clear envy in their words.

"Captain Pritt? Hahaha, that despicable and shameless guy actually degenerated to the point where he would attack a group of scavengers!"

"Shh, lower your voice, lest his old acquaintances would hear it. You are not the host of the Voice of Boulder Town, who is protected by bigshots."

"Flower Garden Street subway station? I’ve never heard of this place."

"No matter what it is, what good things can there be in the northern suburbs? The scavengers there almost can’t wait to lick the moss off the walls!"

"I will place 10 chips on the Black Snake mercenary group took them out without any casualties!"

"The odds are too high, it’s hard to guarantee that they would not fix the game... I bet that one of his group members will die."

Although the Black Snake mercenary group’s reputation in Boulder Town was not the biggest, and their leader Pritt was by no means a top-notch mercenary, it was still not a group that those scavengers could be compared with.

To deal with a group of country bumpkins who were hiding in the northern suburbs and picking up rubbish, and scavengers who did not even have good weapons, let alone the fully armed Black Snake mercenary group, everyone sitting in the tavern had enough strength to take them out.

Only few people doubted that Pritt and his brethren would win.

The only suspense, at most, was whether there would be an unprecedented number of casualties in the end, and what was hidden under the Flower Garden Street subway station.

Not only the idlers in Boulder Town were curious, but Pritt was also extremely curious.

However, his employer didn’t tell him much about the details of the mission, only let him pay attention to the exoframe inside the shelterer 117, and a black suitcase.

Pritt actually wondered that since his employer knew what was inside clearly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, why didn’t he take them away in the past.

However, as a mercenary, he was in no position to question his employer. In fact, he had not even seen the employer in person.

So far, the only things he had received from his employer were a deposit paid by an arms broker on their behalf, and a magnetic card to open the door.

Perhaps after this mission was successfully completed, his employer would invite him for a drink.

That is the big boss who can even afford the airfare to fly around to places.

It would be nice if I could get a chance to meet them.

"Teams A and B follow me forward. Team C, deploy defenses along the street to clear out all survivors near this area."

"Carl, watch our back from upstairs! If you find a target worth shooting, you are allowed to fire without revealing your location."

"Our location is only 4 kilometers away from their stronghold. One exoframe plus a dozen lives are enough for them to go crazy."

"So let’s end this quickly! Everyone move out! Now!"

Fifteen mutilated corpses lay twisted on the street, lying next to those Crunchers that had been shot dead.

Pritt, who reloaded his rifle, made a quick move forward gesture, personally led the other three members of Team A, and advanced towards the bottom of the subway station.

Knowing in advance that the other party had Intuition’s ability user, Pritt deployed three teams five hundred meters away while the survivors were waiting for the Crunchers to come out from the subway station.

Taking advantage of the moment when the powder keg exploded and the survivors rushed forward with cold weapons, he immediately ordered three teams to fire, unleashing the firepower from the gun chambers from three directions at the same time.

It was almost a one-sided slaughter.

Those survivors who fought hand-to-hand with cold weapons and mutants were completely powerless to fight back!

Except for a few people who hid in the subway station, the rest were either shot to death or were killed by Crunchers.

It was a textbook surprise attack.

All going so well that it was not even worth celebrating.

Eight tactical flashlights lit up at the same time, illuminating the space in the subway station like daytime.

The cracked concrete walls were covered with Slime Mold, and the cold air was mixed with a rotten smell and dust.

Where there was Cruncher activity, traces of the variant Slime Mold could be seen.

The complex and diverse ecological environment on the wasteland provided it with a lot of nutrients, and the remains and even the excrement of all organisms may become a breeding ground.

Teams A and B had a total of eight people.

Under the leadership of Captain Pritt, the group carefully advanced in the direction of Shelter 117. Their muzzles spewed flames from time to time, harvesting the lives of the last few Crunchers who were blocking the path.

Thanks to the efforts of these survivors in the past several days, they pushed through the security gate to the edge of the platform with little effort.

The carriages inside had collided with each other, completely out of shape, almost blocking the tunnel. It was obvious that a serious traffic accident had occurred in the past.

However, what happened more than 200 years ago had nothing to do with Pritt and his men.

The entrance to Shelter 117 was in the middle of the tunnel.

They were only 300 meters away from the finish line.

The victory was almost in sight.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned broken down carriage next to the platform, three players who survived by chance, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, held their breath subconsciously, not daring to make any noises.

The light beams of the flashlights shone into the carriage from the platform, swiping past their scalps, but fortunately, those people did not find them. After searching for a while, the flashlights swept towards the front of the carriage.

The sudden sound of gunfire made the three players tense up.

However, the bullets didn’t fly at them, but towards the Cruncher, who was moving in the front of the carriage.

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