This Game Is Too Realistic

"Hello, Mr. Dulong, respected director of the Boulder City Hall, I am the mayor of Dawn City——"

"Luca."

Shelter B4 floor, viewing room.

Luca, dressed in formal attire, sat on the sofa.

There was a holographic computer pen placed on the coffee table in front of him. The light blue beams of light intertwined above the coffee table, forming a three-dimensional cone-shaped surface.

Through the light blue tapered surface, one can see the bay window of the office of the director of the Boulder City Department, as well as the director sitting at his desk.

"Shuguang City City..." Du Long frowned slightly, "Where is your management?"

If the news was correct, he remembered that the most powerful person in the alliance should be the manager.

What the hell is Shuguang Chengcheng?

And this Luca...

That weathered old face looked more like a farmer to him than a city boy.

What the hell is the management of the new alliance doing!

He couldn't understand.

Not taking Mr. Dulong's change of attitude to heart, Luca continued speaking in a gentle tone according to what the manager had told him.

"Our manager is inspecting Dawn City and may not be able to return to Qingquan City in the short term. Since the communication situation there is somewhat unsatisfactory, in order to show his respect and attention to you, he has entrusted me to have this telephone conversation with you. "

"When the manager explained this matter to me, he specifically told me that Boulder City is a neighbor and a friend of the alliance, so I must show our friendship during the meeting."

Regarding this high-sounding wording, Du Long had an imperceptible disapproval on his face.

friend?

Boulder needs that kind of thing?

He originally wanted to say, "Since your manager is not here, let's wait until he comes back to discuss the matter." But thinking that it might take a long time, he swallowed the words back.

He didn't care. The worst thing he could do was wait. He couldn't wait that long for what was explained to him by Jushi Chengcheng.

Dulong can be sure that if a New Alliance aircraft appears in the airspace of Boulder City again, the anti-aircraft guns will definitely open fire.

If this friction turns into a war, he can be sure that the northern suburbs will become a scorched earth, and the militia groups will come out in force to seal the group of blue gophers in their turtle shells forever with steel bars and cement. The outer city will undoubtedly suffer huge losses.

Maybe Mr. Fang Ming doesn't care what happens there, just like the inner city has never cared about what kind of life the residents in the outer city live.

However, Du Long couldn't help but care.

It's not because he is kind-hearted.

But he knew clearly that the nobles in the inner city were his people, and the factory and chamber of commerce bosses in the outer city were his foundation.

"Since you think we are friends, I hope your planes will not appear in our friends' airspace in the future. Your planes appeared on our radar. This time our soldiers maintained restraint, but they won't do it next time." That’s for sure.”

Luka looked at him and said.

"This is a reasonable request. What is the scope of your airspace?"

Dulong said bluntly.

“Our airspace is within the Fifth Ring Road of Qingquan City, bounded by the Ring Road.”

"This is impossible," Luka shook his head, "Shuguang City also has a branch within the Fifth Ring Road of Qingquan City. We will respect your safety needs, but it must be on the premise of not sacrificing our own safety."

Dulong raised his voice.

"Mr. Luca, let me get straight to the point. This is our city's request. Do you understand the meaning of the word request?"

Luka smiled lightly.

"Of course I understand. Our management has said that if we make concessions on the issue of airspace today, we will have to compromise on the issue of territory tomorrow. We can ensure that our aircraft do not enter the West District Ring Road of Qingquan City. That’s all.”

Du Long raised his eyebrows slightly.

As if he heard something interesting, he said with a smile.

"Territory? What use do I need your piece of shitty land?"

What about 10,000 or 20,000 acres of land?

Those dilapidated houses in the picture?

That's not to underestimate them.

Luka replied in a lukewarm tone.

"Although our place is a little dilapidated, we are still satisfied with our home."

Dulong's tone contained a hint of sarcasm.

"Don't you think that just because you defeated a few people with fire sticks that you are qualified to negotiate terms with us?"

It was beyond Dulong's expectation.

The old man in front of him actually nodded.

This made him even wonder if he had seen it wrong.

"Of course, I have no doubt that we have the qualifications."

Looking straight at the director of the city hall, Luka continued speaking matter-of-factly, "In fact, I'm negotiating terms with 'you' right now, right?"

When he said this, he emphasized the word "you".

Dulong narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was suddenly a little unsure.

"What's the meaning?"

Luka said calmly.

"It's not interesting. Your army is strong, and we are not weak either. Boulder City may be able to defeat us on the frontal battlefield, but we can ensure that our opponents will pay a heavy price."

"And the price must be 'you'."

These words hurt Du Long deeply.

The inner city has been neglecting the outer city for a long time. Everyone knows it, and he is no exception. He had no doubt that if there was a war, they would become cannon fodder.

Just like every wave.

So what?

Do you need a "wastelander" to remind you of this kind of thing?

Du Long sat down and laughed in anger.

"Are you threatening me?"

The atmosphere at the negotiation table instantly dropped to freezing point.

Luka was also very nervous.

However, he didn't show his emotions on his face.

Before the negotiations began, the management told him that he should not show timidity or panic under any circumstances and should remain calm at all times.

The opponent is very powerful. From their standpoint, "forced coercion" will become a convenient option, because security issues are a "pain point" for the vast majority of surviving settlements.

Although Boulder City is the spiritual licking dog of Ideal City, they are not wealthy enough to survive after all, so there will be no so-called mysophobia.

Repeatedly jumping horizontally near the opponent's baseline is dangerous, and showing too much weakness is equally fatal.

Grasp the pain points of the other party, stop before the other party feels pain, give up part of the appeal appropriately, and find a range that makes both parties feel acceptable.

This is also the meaning of negotiation.

Looking at Du Long, Luka slowly spoke.

"Of course not. Dear Mr. Director, we sincerely hope that we can live together in friendship and peace. There are already enough tragedies in this world, with alien species, slime molds, mutants, cultists, and predators... …The fire of civilization is lingering under the cover of barbarism. Living in such an era, we are really, really unwilling to reach the final step.”

After a pause, Luka continued.

"...Sometimes, even if we are very reluctant, we must let others know that we are not intimidated, and the land we cultivate does not come from charity."

"Therefore, rather than a threat, I would rather you understand my previous words as a response to the threat of war."

Dulong's eyes had narrowed to a slit, staring intently at Luca in the holographic image.

He is thinking.

Also weighing.

The meeting fell into silence.

Luca waited patiently.

At this moment, Du Long suddenly blurted out something that had nothing to do with the negotiation itself.

"Did you come up with these words yourself, or was your management asking you to say them?"

Luka answered without thinking.

"Is there any difference? The will to manage the people is both the alliance's will and my will."

Du Long didn't say anything, just stared at the old man thoughtfully for a while.

After about half an hour, he slowly spoke.

"I don't buy your sophistry about the 'threat of war.'"

The conversation changed and he continued talking.

"I agree with your other point. There are already enough tragedies in this world. We don't need to add meaningless sorrow."

"For the sake of our relationship going forward, I think we need to have an honest conversation."

After hearing this, Luka finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled on his face.

"That's what I thought too."

…

Although the other party's arrogant attitude has not changed at all, your willingness to solve the problem through dialogue is at least a good start.

Next comes the bargaining.

Dulong thought that this was his area of ​​expertise. After all, he was a businessman before he became the director of the City Hall.

However, what he didn't expect was that the other party's ability to mess around was not inferior to his at all.

At least it wasn't as easy to fool as he thought.

"...The North Third Ring Road of Qingquan City belongs to our airspace, and we need to fight against the tide! What's more, our air force has shouldered part of the pressure for you, which is also good for you!"

"Your air force? Oh, just those paper planes? Why don't you hire our planes? You haven't used them anyway. At the worst, I'll give you a 20% discount."

"Yes, we are paper airplanes, so why do you have to worry about us threatening your safety? Don't you have a heart that can't even tolerate paper airplanes?"

"...North Fourth Ring Road to North Fifth Ring Road, this is our bottom line! At the same time, I need you to promise that the borders of the new alliance will not continue to expand southward in the future!"

"We can stop expanding southward. In exchange, I ask you to stop banning the sale of New Alliance products. We have not banned the sale of your products, right?"

"The last one is impossible. The ban on the sale of LD-47 is a requirement of the 'Boulder City Military Industry'. I can only promise not to add new import and export restrictions in fields other than the 'military industry'."

These conditions had met the expectations of the negotiation, but Luka still nodded in embarrassment.

"Okay, then let's maintain the status quo."

Dulong breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense expression finally relaxed into a smile.

"I'm glad we reached an agreement."

Verbal agreements cannot be counted.

Both parties will sign a specific agreement later.

As for the location of the signing, Dulong requested that it be held at the City Hall of Boulder City and invited him to visit Boulder City.

Regarding such a trivial matter as the signing place, Luka did not insist much on the instructions of the manager and readily agreed to his request.

In addition to airspace and trade issues, the two sides also discussed cooperation in many fields and reached consensus.

After the communication ended, Luka reached out and turned off the holographic computer. It was like he had taken off a million pounds of wrappings, and he leaned on the sofa and let out a sigh of relief.

"Well done!"

Hearing the sound of approval from the door of the browsing room, Luka immediately stood up from the sofa and placed his right fist respectfully on his left chest.

"Management Master."

"No need to be polite, just sit down."

Signaling Luca to sit down.

Chu Guang sat on the sofa opposite and looked at him with satisfaction.

To be honest, when I saved him, I didn't think much about it at all. It was just out of random kindness.

In addition, I happened to need an honest and obedient person to help manage the warehouse and inquire about some information I didn't understand, so I took out a chip and bribed the farm guard who was executing the execution.

Chu Guang didn't expect much from him at that time.

If nothing else, his greatest achievement in his life is probably to help manage the warehouse of the new alliance's outpost.

Just like Guo Niu, Guo Ma and other liberated serfs who also joined the new alliance early.

However, old Luka's performance at work was beyond Chu Guang's expectations.

Not only his loyalty, but also his precise understanding of his destiny and his hard-working nature far exceeded Chu Guang's initial expectations.

Although he was less flexible as a serf, but compared to other wastelanders, this flaw is not a big deal at all.

Now it seems that that chip was well spent.

"I'll have to trouble you to go to Boulder City later."

"No trouble, it's my honor to serve you." Luka said respectfully.

Chu Guang smiled.

After a pause, he stopped his joking expression and continued in a serious tone.

"In addition, after you come back from Boulder City with an agreement symbolizing friendship, you will be the city lord of Dawn City."

Hearing this, Luka was completely stunned.

The Lord of Dawn City?

Didn’t you say that was just a title during negotiations?

Luka said with fear.

"Sir, but I-"

Knowing what he wanted to say, Chu Guang interrupted him.

"Okay, I've decided on this! I see your ability in my eyes, and no one is more suitable for this position than you."

Originally, Luca had been taking care of the long-term farm.

As for origin.

In Chu Guang's opinion, it was not a problem at all.

Rather, it can become a propaganda banner.

In the New Alliance, equality is not a slogan. As long as you can prove your ability and loyalty to the alliance, you can become the city lord of the settlement even if you are from a humble background.

nice.

Chu Guang became more and more satisfied with his arrangement.

When he comes back, he will take the time to write a press release that can make people excited and send it to the people at Alliance Radio to promote it.

Although he still had some concerns about whether he was qualified for this job, seeing that the manager chose him so firmly, Old Luca said nothing more and just hid his gratitude silently in his heart.

After taking a moment to calm down his breathing, he looked at the manager and said seriously.

"Sir... there is one thing that I don't quite understand. Could you please help me?"

"What's the matter?"

"Boulder City...why are they obsessed with Qingquan's airspace?" Luka said with a trace of confusion in his eyes, "They clearly don't take our plane seriously at all."

You can't hide that kind of disdain in your bones.

The director of the Japanese Government even used the term "paper plane" to describe the alliance's aircraft.

Although he was angry, Luka had to admit that this arrogance was not without reason.

The aircraft in Boulder City may not look good in front of the enterprise, but after all, they are products of the pre-war era. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the big guy with a sense of science fiction is not at the same level as the small plane of the New Alliance.

"That's good of you to think of that."

Looking at the old Luka who was slowly enlightened, Chu Guang nodded approvingly, "The reason is actually very simple, because you are right, what they really care about is not the airspace at all."

Luka was stunned for a moment.

I don't quite understand what this means.

Chu Guang did not explain immediately, but reached out and pressed lightly on the holographic computer pen.

Qingquan's city map was projected in the light blue light cone, and only a few intermittent green dots were flashing on the edge of the three-ring line.

"Because Qingquan Center is their real core of interests."

"Mutant slime molds, evolved bodies, ancient battlefields, and equipment left over from the pre-war era... One fragment cannot restore the entire puzzle, but if countless fragments are piled together, something useful can always be restored."

A look of surprise appeared on Luka's face.

"If you put it this way, wouldn't that wave be..."

Chu Guang nodded.

"It might not be a complete disaster for them."

"Our researchers have been studying the evolution of the last wave that spread to the northern suburbs, both from a biological level and from an engineering level. It's just that we started too late. Even though we have excellent researchers, the progress is slow Still far behind them.”

Looking at Luka with a confused look on his face, Chu Guang said slowly.

"Like you said, they don't care about our planes because they're not even a problem."

"Their real purpose is probably to restrict our access to their treasures."

…

On the other side, the Boulder City Government Hall.

Du Long let out a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone.

While feeling relieved, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a proud smile.

The aircraft of the new alliance will no longer enter their core area of ​​interest. The respected Lord City Lord will definitely be satisfied with this result.

The LD series weapons are still on the list of restricted imports. The trade between the two parties will not be affected, and the military-industrial complex will not make irresponsible remarks.

As for other fields besides military industry?

What does it have to do with him?

What's more, trade itself is beneficial to both parties. Boulder City can buy cheaper consumer goods and industrial raw materials, which is not a bad thing.

In Dulong's view, he just brought out a little bit of honey, and got results that made everyone happy.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but praise himself in his heart.

I'm such a genius!

In the past, when Boulder City looked around, there was no decent opponent in the entire southern part of the River Valley Province. The Great Rift Valley in the north was too far away, and everyone looked down upon each other.

He sat in the office of the Government Hall every day, either stamping or dozing off, and few people took him seriously.

Now he finally has someone who can complement his intelligence!

At this time, a voice from the side interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Director."

"What's wrong?" Dulong, who was in a good mood, said pleasantly as he looked at his deputy Yeager.

"I don't understand, why do we have to talk so much nonsense with a group of scavengers?" Jaeger had a hint of displeasure on his face, "Their population is not even as large as our slums."

The outside of the city was crowded with people who wanted to enter the city.

Even the dirt flowing out of the city is enough to feed tens of thousands of people.

Negotiating this matter with them made him feel unhappy.

Dulong guessed what he was thinking and thought about how to answer this question.

"They are not as strong as us, but they are far from as weak as we thought. Do you remember the look in that person's eyes just now?"

Jaeger chuckled.

"Can looks kill?"

Dulong said in a gentle tone.

"No, but it is not easy to make them surrender. Isn't it good to negotiate to solve the problem? If there is a fight, we will be the cannon fodder again."

"Besides, the Lord of the City requested that their planes be kept away from Qingquan's Fourth Ring Road. Not only did we complete the task, we also exceeded our quota."

Patting his deputy on the shoulder, he continued speaking with joy.

"Be happy and don't be so embarrassed."

…

Qingquan, on the edge of the North Third Ring Road.

The slanting sunset lengthened the shadows of the viaduct piers.

As night falls, the gnawers wandering around this area gradually become manic and become more aggressive.

Shops along the street not far from the viaduct.

Crouching on the edge behind the window, paddling, holding an assault rifle in his hand, he cautiously monitors the street outside the bunker.

In addition to him, there are nine teammates hiding nearby.

The corpses of alien species lying on the streets and the tons of bullet holes on the walls tell the story of the intensity of the previous battle.

Four hours ago, he and his team members received the mission and walked to the edge of the Qingquan North Third Ring Road to pick up the Niu Ma Team who had withdrawn from the "new map".

After a fierce exchange of fire, they successfully eliminated the alien species on the street.

However, as dusk was approaching, more and more alien species began to spread from nearby buildings to the streets. It was hard to say how long the tranquility at this moment could be maintained.

The boy and Brick at the construction site who were holding the machine gun suddenly muttered.

"I won't give it away for free again."

Just when he heard this, Kakarot glared at him.

"Stop being crow-mouthed!"

The edge brother next to the debtor glanced at him.

"How much longer?"

Edge of Water was about to answer when there was a sudden movement at the intersection.

Everyone's nerves were tense instantly, and the weapons in their hands were pointed at the past.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly came

"It's me, don't be angry."

Looking at the man who appeared at the intersection, Edge Paddling was slightly startled, and a surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face.

"What the hell!? Old Bai?"

"Why are you like this?"

Lao Bai's situation at this moment can only be described as embarrassing.

His left hand was holding a package wrapped in a parachute, and his right hand was holding a rifle covered in blood. Not only was the chemical protective suit missing, but his body was covered in mud, and the bulletproof vest on his chest had a piece that was almost burned through. holes.

The whole person looked like he had rolled out of hell.

Facing everyone's surprised gazes, Lao Bai smiled bitterly.

"...something happened."

What the hell is this? !

Everyone looked at each other.

Regardless of quitting smoking, Lao Bai Fangchang and the others are already considered the ceiling of combat power in the entire server.

What kind of situation is it that makes even these guys so troublesome?

Liability Big Eyes swallowed.

"……What about the rest?"

Lao Bai said nothing.

At this time, Fang Chang's voice came from behind him.

"died."

With a serious expression on his face, Fang Chang was in similar condition to Lao Bai, with the same gray-faced look.

He probably lost his rifle. He was holding a mechanical arm with a VM tied to it in his right hand, and half of his shoulder was still hanging on the bloody interface. It was shocking to see.

Edge Paddling recognizes this guy.

It seems to be the arm of the strong wind...

"Anyway, the mission is accomplished."

After throwing the bloody package on the ground, Lao Bai raised his arm and wiped the mud and sweat from his forehead, "This thing... please help me carry it, I really don't have the energy."

"What the hell is this?"

The boy at the construction site and the brick man stepped forward, curiously opened the package and took a look, and found a bunch of strange parts and dark red fungi lying inside.

Many of the fungi with exposed tentacles were still slowly squirming, like freshly cut beef.

"The remains of the evolved body, who knows what it is."

Sitting on the hood of the abandoned car, Fang Chang looked at the fungi playing with the construction site man and reminded him kindly.

"You'd better not dig through the things in here with your hands... This is how our brother who quit smoking died."