Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 492 Welcome to the Violent World

Luo Ye's sports car switched to a mysterious gear halfway through the journey.

After turning onto the highway, she went straight ahead at full speed, her terrifying acceleration and top speed far surpassing the Hellfire series that Xiao Zhao had prepared for Lu Chongming.

There is still a gap between supercars and ordinary vehicles.

After Luo Ye's supercar maintained its top speed for a short while, red rings unfolded at the front of the supercar, and Zheng Fan felt that it seemed to be preparing to accelerate and synchronize.

The car weaved through the rings, finally transforming into a streak of red light, completely blurring the surrounding scenery.

Zheng Fan could feel an invisible membrane being torn apart, and when the surrounding scenery became clear again, red smoke rushed towards him.

As always, the world is filtered, and the saturation of this filter seems to be very low. Only the mysterious red liquid on the streets, which can be glimpsed, still appears unusually vibrant, even though it should have been oxidized long ago.

The surrounding area was a wasteland, and further away were a large number of poorly constructed, patchwork houses, densely packed together, even seemingly supporting each other.

"Ugh, this filthy air is nauseating no matter how many times I smell it." Luo Ye took a deep breath of the fresh air belonging to the red world. The faint smell of blood and the choking smoke had no effect on him even after passing through his lungs.

Although it sounds disgusting, she actually seemed quite excited, probably because her violent genes were kicking in.

"I thought this place would be all war ruins, but there are some decent-looking buildings here." Zheng Fan looked around and felt a sense of novelty that made him quite excited.

Luo Ye said, "It's still the same old walled city architecture, completely unremarkable. Each cluster of buildings is a walled city, controlled by its own violent gangs. The lower and middle-class ones maintain their power through violence, while the higher-class ones rely on blood ties plus violence. Weapons of mass destruction are not allowed in most walled city areas. Destroying too many buildings could trigger a chain reaction, and if these buildings become dominoes, eventually the entire area would be homeless. Taking territory is not about destroying it; you have to be more restrained."

“There’s order to things here, isn’t there? I thought they were all idiots,” Zheng Fan said bluntly.

"After all, it's a world that can survive, so it has some foundation. But apart from that, it can only be said that everyone is quite unscrupulous. Cities that are close to each other will restrain their conflicts to prevent a chain reaction, killing but not causing trouble. But there are not so many tricks between cities that are far apart. Look, that tank unit over there is probably the military reserve of some gang with some strength in this area."

Luo Ye also became Zheng Fan's guide, pointing in a direction, and Zheng Fan saw the tank unit she mentioned.

A tank unit, whose model is unknown but looks somewhat like a Leopard tank, is quietly crouching at the entrance of an underground parking garage in the city walled city, with a few cannon barrels protruding. The scene is filled with a subtle sense of absurdity.

"Gangs play this?"

"Weapons and equipment are not nearly as difficult to develop and manufacture in the Red World as they are in the White World. There are many powerful people who can make weapons; it's a talent provided by their violent genes. Children here are born with the ability to concoct gunpowder, Molotov cocktails, and other convenient and useful things. Once this talent develops, they can easily create even more incredible weapons without a normal industrial base in reality. In addition, some weapons will randomly spawn in the wild in the Red World. The White World not only frequently comes to the Red World to purchase weapons, but even if they painstakingly develop some weapons that surpass those of the Red World, the Red World can easily copy them and spawn them in the wild in a short time."

Luo Ye's words left Zheng Fan stunned.

"Over time, the White World's inclination shifted from real weapons to factor weapons. Because the Red World doesn't have as many factor components as the White World, those things don't spawn in the wild. Oh right, the fingertip nuclear bombs reappeared over Jiangwen Street before? These things also initially spawned in the grass on the outskirts of a certain area in the Red World."

The "wild nuclear bomb" is actually real here?!
Guys, this place is really violent!

"Although for various reasons, most violent residents still prefer the feeling of fighting with knives and fists, they don't usually use these unless they're really provoked." Luo Ye yawned.

As Zheng Fan listened, he opened the car door, bent down, and picked up a rifle that looked like an AK-47: "It feels right, 90% new, and the magazine is already full. What is this? It even comes with extra ammunition? Is this a wild rifle? This is too good to pass up."

Luo Ye glanced at it: "You're really lucky..."

After the car drove at a steady speed for a while, Zheng Fan seemed to have pulled something out of his hand again: "This sniper rifle looks pretty cool. It's an unfamiliar model, but it has all the accessories and looks very high-tech... Hmm, it feels good. Is this really something you can pick up from the ground?" "Uh..." Luo Ye glanced at it and felt that something was not right.

"This military knife is a bit ordinary, it doesn't feel very comfortable in my hand, it feels a bit awkward... Wait, how can it emit sword energy? This isn't a modern weapon, is it?"

Luo Ye's eye twitched.

"This little pumpkin with its metallic, mechanical texture is probably something unusual based on the current evaluation. I'd guess it's a bomb or something like that."

Drop drop drop-

The rapid chirping began as Zheng Fan's mischievous hand started making noises, and the pumpkin's evil smiling face began to radiate red light.

"Stop it!"

Zheng Fan quickly tossed the little pumpkin behind the car.

Bang!
A powerful shockwave spread from behind him, but Zheng Fan held the back of his head with both hands and whistled as if nothing had happened.

Luo Ye glanced at the back seat. Over the two kilometers they'd driven, Zheng Fan had opened the car door every time he stopped, scooping up some amazing tool from the ground like he was drawing a lottery ticket. The back seat had accumulated quite a few strange things.

She said the weapons do spawn randomly, that's true, but not this frequently!

Zheng Fan looked somewhat innocent and spread his hands, saying, "I saw them lying on the ground and nobody wanted them."

"...Stop picking up trash. We don't need these things, and they just take up space. Besides, your luck here is a bit off. You must be hallucinating from the dark world, not some world with the logic of the red world," Luo Ye couldn't help but complain.

Although Zheng Fan stopped picking up "small trash", his enthusiasm had been completely ignited.

If this is the "gift" that the Red World gave him, then it can be described as "a small gift with great meaning" for him, which is a bit bittersweet.

"Hey, is that a B-2? It looks a lot like one. There's a B-2 on the side of the road!" Zheng Fan suddenly stood up and pointed to the side.

Luo Ye quickly reached out and pulled him down: "Sit properly!"

Zheng Fan sat up straight obediently, then whispered, "I don't think that should count as junk." Although his all-around performance is now better than the B-2, that thing is still pretty much junk.

But these are all things you can find on the roadside, what more could you ask for?
The people of the "red world" were indeed simple and honest; they had everything they needed.

Zheng Fan felt that if he stayed here a little longer, he might be able to salvage something like an aircraft carrier or nuclear submarine from a place with water.

Great, it's free if you don't buy it.

This world is really violent.

(End of this chapter)