Chat group for game characters

Chat group for game characters Author: Rainink

Summary:

[World] is a vast concept.

It is "one" and "whole".

Countless stories are happening in countless worlds. Characters go down their own paths and finally reach their own destination, no matter the ending is good or bad.

Then, he woke up from a story with no end in sight, and wanted to write a story that truly belonged to him.

With those guys in the group.

……

Cooper Pilot: Why are there people who complete all Pilot training in a few months?

Agent Washington: Ahem, I can't penetrate the D3 shield of that guy in New York, help me...

Hamster: The last part of the armor is missing, come and open walnuts with me! (send invitation)

……

No way, Tarkov Superman, it's like this.

(The introduction does not represent the real game experience, please do not take it seriously.)

[Escape from Tarkov-Tomorrow's Ark-Final Fantasy 15-Star Warframe-Cyberpunk 2077-Destiny 2]

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For the newcomer's second book, the number of characters on the cover will probably increase as the plot progresses... (Crap, why can't I upload a dynamic cover)

I hope you enjoy this journey, thank you.

Escape from Tarkov: Chapter 1 001. One day, he seems to have picked up something amazing

It was raining heavily, and it was still afternoon in terms of time, but the sky was already gray as if it was about to enter evening.

Mo Qi has complex senses about the severe weather of the torrential rain. He hates and likes it at the same time. The reason for his disgust is that he needs to go out even in this kind of weather. The rain water hits his body with a little stinging pain. It goes without saying that he is soaked all over. .

As for liking... In such weather, whether it is the sound of heavy rain falling on the ground or the sound of lightning thundering in the sky, it can cover up many things.

For example, his traces, such as his gunshots, such as the blood on the ground, such as the corpse lying in front of him.

There was still smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and there was no suspense in the battle. After all, he was the one who made a sneak attack first, and the opponent fell down without struggling at all.

Mo Qi still remembered that once he fired an unknown number of bullets, the barrel of the gun was burnt red by gunpowder, and there was white smoke whistling in the rain.

Oh, that's perfect, no one's noticing his gunshots means no one's noticing here, where the dead are the trophies, the survivors enjoy the fruits of victory, and the dead are his.

But those who survive will often become prey, and people around them will gather around like wolves smelling blood. Until the end, it is hard to say who will be the final winner.

There are too few guys that everyone can trust in this city where people cannibalize people. Everyone would rather believe in the guns in their hands and the bullets they shoot.

The only thing that matters is that you survive.

But these have nothing to do with Mo Qi for the time being. He dragged this large corpse to the grass beside him, with a smile of excitement and anticipation on his face—the heavier he is, the happier he is, which shows that this guy has great potential. "material".

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"Suka is not listed!"

Mo Qi cursed, and dumped the contents of the unlucky guy's backpack on the floor.

All worthless things.

His bullets are high-end, top-notch armor-piercing bullets, and this deal is obviously a blood loss.

"Come out to pick up rags in such a good dress?"

After hesitating for a while, Mo Qi still threw away the 6B43 Zabralo Sh 6A body armor that he just took off from the unlucky guy—the Russian standard 6A heavy-duty body armor, which supported more than half of the weight when dragging the unlucky guy.

Although it is the body armor with the highest protection level, it is not a new product, and the upper limit of durability is not high, and the durability has been emptied by his own bullets, so there is no value in taking it back.

Mo Qi has better ones in his backpack.

Sighing, Mo Qi finally just took away the guy's gun, leaving the unlucky guy lying in the grass and leaving.

A fully modified AK-74N is a little bit worth taking back, although at this time such fully modified weapons are everywhere.

Turning his wrist around, Mo Qi looked at the watch on the inner wrist of his left wrist: "It's only 5 minutes... Forget it, let's call it a day this time, and I don't want to get caught in the rain again."

Mo Qi had already thought about where to evacuate. In fact, the evacuation point was right next to him. He guarded here and squatted to death several guys who wanted to leave here.

This kind of behavior is generally called "the old sixth of the evacuation point".

The name of this evacuation point is [Road to Customs]. Even so, Mo Qi knew that the result of his standing here was to go home.

[Evacuation countdown: 5.4]

With the last few seconds left, Mo Qi looked up at the sky that was still pouring rain.

There will always be only this kind of rainy day in Takov City. It would be better if there were more changes.

He thought this way, and then counted down to zero.

Go home.

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It was not until the door of the hiding place was completely closed to ensure safety that Mo Qi relaxed his body and retracted the pistol in his hand that was ready to shoot at any time.

Unless you are absolutely safe, you must not relax your arms—this is the motto of life that countless guys who died tragically in Tarkov exchanged their blood and lives. Even pressing bullets for empty magazines outside is okay Things that get your heart rate and blood pressure up, let alone put your guns down.

Although some unpleasant things happened at the end, overall today was quite fruitful. Mo Qi came to the place where he had piled up supplies, unloaded the backpack, and the dull sound of the landing told the weight of the backpack .

Then Mo Qi began to take out from his backpack... er, another slightly smaller backpack, and some odds and ends.

Immediately afterwards, from the smaller backpack, another backpack was pulled out, and another backpack was pulled out, and another...

Traditional arts can belong to yes.

Cough cough, after going round and round several times, Mo Qi finally started to take out some of his gains this time.

Fully modified weapons, top body armor, medical items, water and food, LEDX, intelligence folders, physical bitcoins... He has a lot of these things in his warehouse, but he still likes to stuff his backpack with these precious things and bring them with him. return.

Well, today is also a day full of harvest.

After all, the end is coming soon, everyone is very rich.

After packing up the booty and himself, Mo Qi happily opened a pack of Russian-style individual combat rations, heated up the staple food inside, and took advantage of this gap to walk to his rest room.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that he wants to lie down for a while, but to see another "trophy" he harvested a few days ago.

To be precise, it is a person.

A very strange person.

It's not that he has a strange personality, Mo Qi hasn't had a chance to understand that kind of inner thing now, and he was almost dead when he picked up this person.

It's his outfit that's weird.

The main thing is a helmet, and a whole set of things that look like... jet equipment?And other messy equipment that was still sparking at the time.

In short, Mo Qi picked up all these things and put them aside. Occasionally, he would study these things when he was free, but they seemed to be scrapped or locked, and Mo Qi could not use them.

Putting all these aside, the guy lying on the bed is no different from an ordinary person. His facial features are not handsome, but he is very tough, with a beard, a bit like the Yankees in USEC.

Mo Qi picked him up purely out of curiosity, after all, the way this guy appeared was very explosive, and it was the first time he had seen that kind of scene.

As for bringing back this kind of guy who looks very dangerous at first glance... so what?It was as if Mo Qineng was dead.

Maybe it's better to be dead?

"Heh." Mo Qi laughed suddenly, and it was just a sound, and he turned his gaze to the unconscious man lying on the bed again: "I hope you can bring me something different when you wake up."

The smell of hot food wafted over, reminding Mo Qi that it was time to eat.

He left the resting place and walked towards the dining table, passing by the pile of equipment that was taken off from the man. The most conspicuous thing on it was a cylinder-like object that was held tightly by the man at that time. In his hand, it took Mo Qi a lot of effort to break it off.

This thing with one side that glows has a number on it.

[BT-7274]

--- Author's Word---

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I will try my best to write well!

If you have any recommended game characters, you can write them in the comment area. After all, I am the author... This is a FPS brat, and I play RPG drama games... not too many, I need your help!

Escape from Tarkov: Chapter 2 002. That day

The day I picked up this man was also heavy rain.

Even if Mo Qi's hoarded supplies are enough for him to stay in his hiding place for quite a long time, he will go out every day. He doesn't want to just rot in the hiding place. Going out and taking risks is just as important to him. A little lower than eating and sleeping.

It was because of this that he saw a vision that had never happened in Takov that day.

The fireball that cut through the rain fell from the sky and smashed into Tarkov. If it wasn't for the strange appearance and sound, Mo Qi would have thought that the government or some other organization had used missiles to bomb Tarkov. After all, what did those guys do to destroy the evidence? Can do it all.

Undoubtedly, Mo Qi must go and have a look. Dangerous things are as insignificant as death to him. At most, they are just losing some equipment. How can these things compare to satisfying his curiosity? important.

Mo Qi was very impressed that day. The closer he got, the more he could hear the roar of guns and the wailing of human beings. It was a hoarse scream that would only be uttered in extreme pain. This kind of venting cry could probably be Help them ease their pain a little.

Under such a situation, Mo Qi certainly didn’t dare to go out carelessly. The two major PMC (military contractor) organizations fighting in this city—USEC and BEAR, he just didn’t have time to evacuate the city and was trapped here to survive. SCAV (scavenger) only.

The scene must have been controlled by those mercenaries. Mo Qi came here to satisfy curiosity, not to die.

At first, he thought that these screams were from the SCAVs shot by the PMC, but when he found a hidden position to look over, he realized that was not the case at all.

Corpses all over the place.

No, it should be said to be corpses. There are too many fragments, and few are complete. Those who can still scream have PMCs and SCAVs. No one is holding a gun to show off their power. Everyone is lying on the ground and waiting die.

I don't know whether to say that they were lucky that their hands and feet were broken, or that they were too unfortunate to be alive to endure such pain.

Anyway, even the Grizzly first aid kit and Surv12 field surgical kit can't save this situation, Mo Qi thought so.