This Game Is Too Realistic

"What the hell!?"

Powered armor? !

Staring at the computer screen, I was dumbfounded and wanted to stick my nose into the computer.

Not long after submitting the information, he originally wanted to see if there were any instructions, but before he had time to look at the details of the mission, he saw a flashing gold mark added to the mission reward.

After completing the entire undercover mission chain, you can obtain a power armor with no level restrictions!

This is probably the mission with the highest reward in the entire server so far, right?

From Aguang's welfare...

The warrior's eyes flashed with excitement, his fists clenched unconsciously, and he kept mumbling.

"understood!"

"Will the mission rewards continue to increase if more information is mined?"

This sounds a bit like a challenge on some TV show.

The more levels passed, the higher the accumulated bonus will be. If the challenge fails, the accumulated bonus will be invalidated. At present, his bonus pool has accumulated a power armor!

In the Alliance NPC store, the cheapest "Dragon Cavalry" power armor can be purchased for 1 million silver coins.

And a power armor with no level restrictions...

Just the "no level" label in front is awesome enough!

Fortunately, I didn't give up at that time.

It would be a disaster if we let this go!

Moved by his perseverance, the warlord took out pen and paper from the drawer and began to carefully consider and improve his five-man plan based on the existing information.

While the warlord was busy writing, on the other side of the wasteland world, Chu Guang met Prince Kaliman in the reception room of Dawn City.

"...Respected Sir Administrator, why are you summoning me so late?" Kaliman said in a respectful tone after performing standard court etiquette.

Looking at this man with slightly curly hair and an exotic face, Chu Guang made an inviting gesture towards the sofa beside him.

"We don't have that much red tape here, take a seat."

Kaliman nodded.

When he was seated, he had been carefully studying the expression on the manager's face, trying to read some clues from it.

However, before he could study it carefully, the manager sitting there spoke on his own initiative.

"I have to tell you some unfortunate news. According to reliable intelligence, a supply line is entering Luoxia Province from the Bugla Free State, passing through the territory of the Golden Lizard Kingdom and arriving at the position of the Falcon Kingdom and the Legion Alliance——"

Before Chu Guang finished speaking, Kaliman stood up from the sofa with his eyes wide open.

"This is impossible!"

Seeing Chu Guang looking at him, Kaliman quickly realized that he had lost his temper. He blushed and sat back down, calmed down his excitement, and continued.

"The Golden Lizard Dynasty has a marriage relationship with us... My biological fourth wife is the sister of the current king of the Golden Lizard Dynasty."

The fourth term is okay...

So if you’re busy every day, why don’t you say goodbye?

Chu Guangxun thought that he was already too busy even before he got married.

"How many wives can you have there?" Out of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask.

Kaliman was stunned for a moment. Maybe he didn't expect the manager to wonder about this, but he still said it truthfully.

"The Spirit of the Sand Sea did not tell us what kind of family we should form. It only told us that more children will bring blessings, and those who are capable will work harder... So in theory, both men and women can marry as many as they want, as long as both parties are willing."

"Of course, it doesn't matter if the country doesn't explain the teachings well. For example, the Falcon Kingdom stipulates that ordinary people can marry up to 2 people, soldiers can marry up to 4 people, and those who have official positions or established a military can marry more. And they were annexed by them. Badgers are monogamous and believe that only a healthy family can receive the blessing of the Spirit of the Sand Sea. Other kingdoms don’t really worry about this. At least in my opinion, the royal family’s responsibility is to feed their people, not to care about how they live. …Are we digressing?”

Chu Guang coughed lightly.

"It's not off topic... This will help us, the residents of the shelter, get to know you better."

Kaliman looked slightly confused, nodded slowly, and returned to the previous topic and continued.

"In short, you don't have to worry. The Golden Lizard Kingdom and the Humpback Kingdom are our strongest backing. When I set off, their reinforcements had already set off! Now they should be at Oasis No. 9, with us and the Honey Badger Kingdom. Fight side by side with the Nationalist Army!"

Seeing the determined expression on Kaliman's face, Chu Guang was a little unsure for a moment. Is this guy really naive, or is he a man of extraordinary psychological quality who is still bluffing in the heat of the moment?

"It was two months ago when you set out?"

"Exactly!"

"Then I have a very unfortunate news for you. It has been two months. I don't know what is going on in the Camelback Kingdom. The reinforcements from the Golden Lizard Kingdom are still sitting on the border." Chu Guang looked at him with interest. , "Is this what you said is the strongest backing?"

A surprised expression appeared on Kaliman's face, and then it turned into anger.

"How is this possible? Even if it is not based on blood, what reason do they have to support the puppets of the Legion? Don't they know that once we lose, they will become the next target of the Falcon Kingdom?"

Chu Guang said unceremoniously.

"That's because your understanding of interests is too shallow. There are many forms of interests, and interests without forms have countless components. The final choice is the product of the game. Maybe in their eyes, there are more It’s a choice. It’s impossible to discuss something that has happened. I advise you to recognize the reality as soon as possible.”

Kaliman fell into silence. After struggling for a while, he cast a suspicious look at Chu Guang.

"...Wait a minute, why do you know about the deployment of troops in the Golden Lizard Kingdom? This place is at least five kilometers away from Oasis No. 8, right?"

That suspicious look was like a straw clinging to a drowning man's hand. Chu Guang could feel that he actually believed him, but he just couldn't accept the fact that he was betrayed by an ally.

"Of course I have my own methods. We are used to making careful plans before launching operations, and intelligence is an important part of it."

After a pause, Chu Guang looked at Kaliman, who was deep in thought, and continued.

"We will go out as soon as the supply line is completed, as soon as mid-August. Given your current situation, I'm worried that you won't be able to hold on until then."

"It's best for you to think of a way to do something. You can't always count on us."

Kaliman was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, stood up and bowed slightly.

"Thank you for providing the information... I will truthfully report it to my king and do our best."

Chu Guang asked: "The question now is how do you send the news back to me? Can you walk on two legs?"

Kaliman: "Don't worry about this. We have brought many pigeons here. They can quickly send the news back to the kingdom... It is not easy to expect a group of cowards to set foot on the front line. If we ask our princess to write a letter to send it to you, In the Golden Lizard Kingdom, her family should do something."

Even if the supply line cannot be cut off, even if it only causes a little trouble to it, it will cause a lot of trouble to the situation on the front line.

Thinking of this, Kaliman couldn't help but feel annoyed. They were not aware of such important information. Instead, they heard it from foreigners outside the desert.

This group of shameful traitors...

Looking at Kaliman with anger flashing in his eyes, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

"That's the best thing."

Do flying pigeons deliver messages?

Those little cuckoo guys are indeed quite reliable, at least much more reliable than two legs.

The influence of the Lion Kingdom and the pressure on the Golden Lizard Kingdom are only one part of it.

What he wants to do is not only harass the supply line, but also cut off the source of this supply line - the Bugla Free State!

As a vassal of the Great Rift Valley, this grandson actually flirted with the Legion secretly. Can the Great Rift Valley tolerate this cuckold?

Of course, this requires strong enough evidence to prove that this is not just a transaction, nor is it the personal behavior of a certain businessman, but is supported at the national level.

Watching Kaliman resign and leave, Chu Guang's lips curled up into a cheerful smile.

Whether we can get relevant evidence depends on whether the battlefield brothers are strong...

…

On the edge of No. 8 Oasis, near a desert town, is an inconspicuous hotel.

After waking up from his dream, the warlord was yawning and went downstairs to get some water to wash up. Just as he was about to go back to the room to pack his things along the stairs, he heard a quiet conversation coming from the other end of the corridor corner.

"...Bad news, an informant from the palace sent an order to leave the palace early this morning. It is said that the sentries and patrol teams at the border are required to strictly inspect the caravans entering from the east and leaving from the west."

That voice seemed to be that businessman Adan.

Just as he was about to turn around the corridor, when the warlord heard this, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Holy shit?

Is the effect so immediate?

He had just reported the information in the morning, and the follow-up plot came as soon as he logged into the game that night, which somewhat caught him off guard.

Normally, wouldn't it take more than ten days to hear any news?

With curiosity in mind, the warlord hid in the corner of the corridor and continued to listen.

Standing in front of Adan, Kelwei frowned and said with a slightly serious expression.

"Is your information reliable?"

Adan nodded and said firmly in his voice.

"The source of the information is not doubtful. Although I cannot disclose his identity to you, I can tell you with certainty that the person who cooperates with us has a high status in the Golden Lizard Kingdom."

Colway nodded, a trace of solemnity rising between his brows.

Strictly investigate merchants entering the country from the east...

This means that Adan's caravan will be subject to stricter inspections in Oasis No. 8, and his identity as a Weirantian will obviously be more dangerous.

This is undoubtedly a bad thing for both the Legion and himself.

Adan touched his chin in confusion, his brows knitted together.

"It's a bit strange for the palace to issue an order at this point in time, especially when I heard that it was pressure from the Lion Kingdom that made the royal family take action... This is even more strange."

The warrior who was hiding behind the corridor breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't quite understand what he heard, since he didn't hear his name, the two of them probably didn't suspect him.

Cole frowned slightly.

"Is the situation serious?"

Adan sighed.

"It's not serious... I've ordered you to leave the palace. How to execute it depends on local preference. As long as you don't run into the king's personal guards, I can handle it even if you encounter interrogation."

After a pause, he continued with a troubled expression.

"But your identity is a bit troublesome. After all, this place has nominally declared war with the Falcon Kingdom and the Legion. What worries me even more is that if the Lion Kingdom realizes that military supplies are being transported to the Legion's positions in the north, they may Cavalry will be sent out to patrol the desert."

Colway was silent for a moment and said, "I'm causing trouble for you... or we should split up."

"Don't say that, my lord, we can't leave you alone."

Adan quickly interrupted him.

He wanted this officer to owe him a favor, but he never thought of throwing away this cash cow.

When the legion comes to dominate the entire Luoxia Province, I will definitely rely on this relationship.

"...Anyway, this is not a place to stay for a long time. There is not only one way to Oasis No. 9. Let's get on the road as soon as possible after replenishing the supplies."

Colway nodded cautiously.

"That makes sense. I'll call my partner, and you can call the others. We'll meet in the backyard in half an hour."

Seeing that the two of them were separated, the warrior quietly slipped back to his room along the stairs. After packing his luggage, he quietly waited for his boss to knock on the door.

After a while, a knock on the door came from outside the door, followed by Corvey's gentle and strong voice.

"Pangolin, it's time for us to hit the road. Have you packed your things?"

The warlord stepped forward and opened the door, with his luggage already on his back, and he said with his head held high.

"Already, I have dealt with you, sir."

After giving him an approving look, Colway patted his shoulder.

"Yes, you are very energetic. The legion needs warriors like you who are decisive and without delay. I see the shadow of my commander Rachel in you."

"Come with me, there are some changes in the plan, and the departure time has been advanced one hour."

"By the way, don't look down on me from now on. I, Colway, will become disabled."

Warlander nodded bravely.

"Mr. Colway..."

Colway smiled and didn't care about his nervousness. He patted his shoulder vigorously and walked towards the stairs.

The genius was bright, and the group quietly left the town and headed towards the desert.

Originally, they had to walk westward along Oasis No. 8 and around to the northwest side of Oasis No. 9.

Now it is no longer suitable to stay here for a long time. They must leave here before the border is closed and before the Lion Kingdom patrol arrives, and choose an unfamiliar route to the Falcon Kingdom and the Legion's coalition position.

It is foreseeable that the road ahead will not be peaceful.

In fact, if Kelwei is abandoned, it will be much easier for Adan to lead the caravan by himself. It is not impossible to sneak to Oasis No. 9 within the Golden Lizard Kingdom.

He didn't want to give up the favor which was not easy to get.

And not far away from him, the warlord following Colway was still tangled in his heart.

It seems impossible to sneak into the legion's base camp quietly. If this team of thirty people wants to hide their traces in the desert, I am afraid they can only use the protection of the desert spirit.

But if it was true as what Adan said, the Lion Kingdom would send out cavalry to patrol, and he happened to bump into the patrol...

Do you really want to shoot at friendly forces?

And even if there is no patrol, does he really want to deliver these supplies to the enemy, let them turn into hot metal projectiles in the gun barrel, and penetrate into the chests of friendly troops or even innocent civilians...

If immersion is introduced into the game, it is difficult not to think about these practical issues.

Of course, he also admitted that it might be because this journey was so boring that he had nothing else to think about, so he was thinking about these boring questions...

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west.

The bloody glow shines on the deserted desert. Everyone has their own thoughts and is moving in the same direction.

Just when the warlord's mind was filled with thoughts, someone thousands of kilometers away was filled with complexities.

Unlike the setting sun on the thousands of miles of yellow sand, far away in the clouds on the east coast of the mainland, night has already come quietly.

Here, day and night are two completely different worlds.

When the night curtain is put on, the whole city seems to be dancing.

Rows upon rows of tall buildings are flooded with colorful neon lights, and one after another flying between steel and concrete is like an endless stream of rainbows.

As vast as the Milky Way, information fills every corner of every eyeball.

Even if you stay for just a moment, you can't help but get lost in it.

Everyone living here has no doubt that this is the best time. They live in those great and prosperous years. Fresh mountains and fine wine are like the water flowing eastward. The fertile river bed will never dry up. dry.

But——

They were not ignorant of savagery.

They knew very well that most of the land was still wild, especially the far west coast, which was the source of all chaos.

The people there are like jackals grinding their teeth and sucking blood. They plunder wealth and enslave the population. They use iron chains to tie the robbed slaves like animals to work in the fields, and use the created blood to divide people from birth into three or nine. wait.

Whether it's slaves or the theory of blood, these are the legacy of history that was swept into the garbage dump before this planet entered the era of prosperity.

The capital city named after a triumph sounded more like a hymn to war in their ears.

In comparison, alliance cities sound much better. Whether it is dawn or dawn, that is the name that the city of Ming Dynasty should have.

The residents of Ideal City can quarrel over sesame big issues (greeting each other's mother), but there is no disagreement about the Legion.

That is the enemy of the bright world.

It seems that two centuries ago, everyone was committed to promoting that committee. They could turn a blind eye to those gunpowder-minded guys doing ugly things in the western continent.

But now, they actually reached out to the east of the desert and even tried to control Vault 0... Vault 0 was first discovered by the Silver Wing Group.

This time they will not compromise.

Of course, it would be better if someone was willing to teach those beasts a lesson for them.

A corner of the city's core area.

In a magnificent top-floor building, figures wearing silver, gray and black dresses stood in the center of the dance floor, holding champagne in their hands.

Most of them are shareholders of various subsidiaries of the company, some from the five major groups, and many from some unknown small companies.

At this moment, their eyes were all focused on the stand directly in front of the dance floor - two figures were standing there.

One of them is an ambassador from the alliance, his name is Shuyu.

Everyone has heard some stories about him. It is said that this young man was born as a refugee and lost his family due to the chaos caused by the Legion Expeditionary Force.

A young man like him, at an age when he should be studying for further studies, had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of being an envoy to a friendly country and traveling thousands of miles away to a strange city.

That's a heartbreaking experience, and it's hard not to feel sorry for it...even if it's not entirely out of opposition to the "political correctness" of the Legion.

The person standing next to him is Yue Qian, the director of the Enterprise Integrated Management Department.

Unlike Wu Changnian, who is from the Ideal Group, the "faction" he belongs to is the Silver Wing Group, and he is a shareholder who holds a certain share of equity.

The corporate general management department is similar to the alliance protocol department. They are departments that manage emcees and plan events, and also have some diplomatic functions.

As for the specific decision-making power, the Supreme Council, this department is also directly responsible to the Council.

It can be understood as the highest foreign minister.

After a day of understanding, Shuyu has gradually figured out the power structure of the company.

Although this is a centralized management in name, the Supreme Council is actually their center.

The positions in various power departments are basically in the hands of shareholders of major groups.

As for the equity inheritance rules and transaction rules, he has not yet figured it out.

However, based on the surnames of powerful figures in each group, he could probably detect a few clues.

For example, most of the powerful people in the Ideal Group have the surname Li, the Endpoint Group often has the surname Yun, and the majority of the people in the Silver Wing Group have the surnames Yi and Luo.

"Let us drink to eternal friendship!"

Hearing the voice coming from his ear, Shuyu came back from his thoughts and clinked glasses with him with a smile.

"Cheers!"

The sound of shouting and cheering resounded throughout the venue.

Standing among the crowd, Fang Chang made a gesture of clinking glasses, and sipped the sour autumn sparkling wine in the glass, and couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

At this moment, his mind was not on the party at all, but on the tasks assigned to him by the manager.

Promote alliance culture and products...

It was easy to say this, but when he got to Ideal City, he realized that things were far from as simple as he thought.

The people of the wasteland are extremely lacking in spiritual intelligence, just like the tribesmen in the central part of the continent in the real world. Some gadgets from the industrial era are enough to arouse their excitement, let alone imported products from a strange world.

However, this is the place closest to the era of prosperity.

This city and this wasteland belong to the other extreme. They are extremely spiritually wealthy, even to the point of emptiness and even boredom.

In other words, I haven’t seen anything before.

As he thought about it, Fang Chang couldn't help but feel a touch more sadness between his brows.

Can you really complete the important task entrusted to you by the managers?

At this time, Mole, swaying a glass of red wine, came over shamelessly, stood next to him and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

"Brother, where are your black stockings? Have you worn them?"

No longer able to complain, Fang Chang rolled his eyes.

"You fucking know about black stockings!"

Can you pursue something different?

Too lazy to pay attention to this guy, Fang Chang turned his gaze to the front of the stage.

The "Supreme Foreign Minister" of the company was making a speech about friendship, peace and harmony, and announced that the party had entered the first process - charity auction.

The items in the auction are naturally gifts from the Alliance.

As for why these gifts to companies appear at auctions, it's a long story.

Since the company claimed to be under centralized management, Shuyu couldn't find anyone who could accept the gift.

So, he followed Wu Changnian's suggestion and auctioned the gifts in the form of a charity party.

The starting price of each lot is 100Cr, the highest bidder will win, and all proceeds generated from the auction will be donated to the alliance.

For the shareholders of the company, this way they can not only express their support for the just war by raising placards, gain spiritual satisfaction, but also get some strange gadgets for collection.

From the perspective of the residents of the ideal city, there is no better way to distribute the goods to the one with the highest price.

For the alliance, funds other than aid can also be raised at the party.

Those invited to attend the party are all shareholders of major groups in Ideal City. There are many rich people worth billions or even billions here. In comparison, the aid of 300 million Cr is like a drop in the bucket.

Of course, one's worth is one's worth, but taking out real money is another matter. This cannot be generalized.

But no matter what, it would be great to get some money from them in exchange for some industrial equipment, weapons and ammunition that the alliance urgently needs.

After all, war is too expensive.

Giving up the microphone to the auctioneer, Yue Qian bowed slightly and walked off the stage with Shuyu.

The two walked behind the scenes talking and laughing.

He stood in the middle of the venue, staring at the host with his eyes tightly fixed, and his palms were sweaty.

After all, he knows what will be auctioned next...

The time has come after all.

The 㹏holder cleared his throat, looked at the word 㱕 flashing on the holographic teleprompter, and said in a loud 㱕 voice.

"Ladies, gentlemen, friends... Good evening, everyone! It is an honor to be the host of this auction!"

"Friends from afar have sent us gifts, which contain not only our desire for a brighter world, but also our determination to never compromise against barbarism! We should also respond to them!"

"All proceeds generated from this auction will be donated to the alliance as funds to support the front line!"

"Every credit point you pay in this auction will turn into bullets fired at those villains! The significance of these lots will be greater than all the fine wine and fresh food, no matter what price they are sold at, they will all Will be worth every penny!”

"Show us our generosity, the money in your hands is your determination!"

"History will remember this moment!"

"Just like that vote two centuries ago!"

To be honest, this passionate speech made even Fang Chang feel a burning sensation in his heart.

It's a pity that he has no money.

Otherwise, I will raise a card to play.

However, the host's next words immediately poured a basin of cold water on his heart, causing his toes to dig into the soles of his shoes unconsciously.

"The auction of Friendship has officially begun, and the first item on display is a work of art from the Teng Teng Cottage!"

"As the name suggests, this piece of art was created by Fujiteng, a well-known fashion designer in the alliance... The pronunciation should be like this, although it sounds a bit strange."

"The person who donated it is the tail!"

The leader waved.

It's like a physical spotlight shining down from the sky.

A model with a proud figure walked to the stage and showed off the artwork on her body.

It was a maid outfit with a skirt that had been altered to be very short, with a white silk border and a black skirt.

And those white knee-high socks.

Everyone present, both men and women, focused their attention on the model, their eyes filled with surprise.

I can’t tell you how beautiful this dress is. If you haven’t seen it before, I’d think it’s a bit strange.

And the black and white color scheme is very cute.

"Black and white... I didn't expect that the tastes of [Alliance] residents and ours are quite similar."

"Are those pants or socks?"

"They should be socks...who wears pants as well as a skirt?"

"Isn't it too long?"

"Hmm...it feels a bit interesting."

"Indeed, I have never seen anyone wear it like this. This design style is quite unique."

The people standing on the dance floor had expressions of interest on their faces and were whispering to each other.

While bathing in the admiring gazes of everyone, the model couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of her mouth.

However, the whispers at the scene were too subtle, like buzzing mosquitoes. Fang Chang didn't hear clearly. He only felt that pairs of eyes in the hall were looking towards him intentionally or unintentionally. He was so embarrassed that he almost dug out a villa with his toes.

He wanted to explain that these clothes could not represent the taste of everyone in the league, but could only represent the taste of certain or two players.

But at this time, it seems that everything I say is redundant.

The same goes for the mole standing aside, bathing and glancing this way intentionally or unintentionally, his stiff expression full of subtlety and discomfort.

Although he does not deny that he is an LSP, it does not mean that he is willing to be studied in public.

This is so fucking shameful!

No--

This game is too real!

"Uh, I suddenly wanted to go to the toilet." After saying this, Mole planned to grease his feet and run away. After all, he was just a soy sauce guy and couldn't compare to a certain war hero.

However, the T1 echelon's agility system is ultimately not as fast as T0.

With a "bright" smile on Fang Chang's face, bullet time was turned on, a hand grabbed his shoulder, and forcefully caught the mole who was about to escape.

"Come back here."

Just kidding.

If he were to leave, all eyes would be on him?

At least I have to keep someone by my side to help share the pressure that is visible to the naked eye.

The Mole couldn't laugh or cry.

"Brother, actually you don't need to be nervous... maybe due to cultural differences, they will understand this as... uh, a kind of formal clothing?"

Fang Chang: "Damn it, you look like this in formal clothes!"

The placard-raising session began soon.

Fang Chang only hopes that this session will end soon.

Brother Margin's Gwent is still a bit interesting, Irena's "Lao Gan Daddy Chili Sauce" and Mosquito's "Laokeng Pickled Cabbage Beef Noodles" are acceptable, but they won't kill him on the spot.

However--

The development of things was beyond his expectation.

As soon as the host finished speaking, someone immediately raised his right hand.

"I'll pay 100Cr——"

After half a second, the first hand was raised.

"500!"

"2000!!"

"I'll give you ten thousand!!!"

With the bid of 10,000 㱕, the atmosphere at the scene was instantly pushed to a peak.

And this is obviously not the highest bid.

People kept raising placards, pushing the atmosphere of the scene to a higher level.

Looking at the rich people vying to bid, Fang Chang was completely dumbfounded and was completely stunned.

Finally, the first piece of art from Tengteng House was sold at a price of 50,000 Cr... and was bought by a shareholder of the Endpoint Group.

With everyone's envious eyes, the man with short hair walked out of the crowd with a beaming smile, followed by an android, and walked towards the back of the venue.

The mole being carried by Fang Chang swallowed and stared at the man with a proud look on his face.

That thing...

Fifty thousand?

Half a magnetically confined plasma machine tool?

"...Are you crazy?!"