This Game Is Too Realistic

It is not a cold knowledge. Even if the noble masters of Boulder City are corrupt and incompetent, with order, Boulder City can still be regarded as a benevolent land for the wasteland in the southern part of Hehe Province and even the northern part of Nishikawa Province.

For two hundred years, survivors have been migrating toward Boulder City. Even after the building collapsed, this inertia still continues.

Since the population flow far exceeds the limit of population absorption by the industry of Boulder City, the limit of the giant wall itself also determines that this settlement cannot accommodate too many survivors, so there are 1~2 chips that can't be accommodated. Wait for the city tax.

Workers who have jobs will not leave the city at will, and scavengers working in the wasteland will not enter the city at will. At the same time, the militia stationed at the city gate can also get an extra income.

It can be said that it kills three birds with one stone.

The large amount of surplus labor and the resulting unemployment and informal employment have, over time, formed ownerless cities - slums.

People here usually live on the garbage flowing out of the giant wall, or help the survivors inside the giant wall to scavenge and hunt in the wasteland, or some of the survivors inside the giant wall are unwilling or unable to do the work.

Historically, Boulder City has tried to clean up the psoriasis attached to the giant wall. After several attempts, it was found that doing so was completely thankless.

Building a shack is a must-have skill for every survivor in the wasteland. Even if it is demolished today, scavengers will build it tomorrow.

And every year when the wave comes, the nobles in the inner city also need these people to fill the front line.

Even those who often mess around with economic strategies know that the impact of drawing manpower from slums is far less than drawing skilled industrial workers from industrial areas to carry guns.

Over time, each shack spread like psoriasis from the wasteland at the base of the giant wall, forming a buffer zone between order and chaos.

As time went by, some shady houses like that were built here, standing out among the slums with sewage flowing across them.

Those unique buildings are usually the homes of gang members, or they run businesses in the wasteland.

The order here is maintained by gang members, and these gang members are mainly villains themselves. They not only do business with the looters in the wasteland, but some of them are simply looters.

For the Alliance, if they want to truly liberate the nearly 200,000 poor people on the edge of the giant wall, they not only need to find them a job to support their families, but also need to find the villains hiding among them.

This is obviously not good news for the villains hiding among them...

West Willow Tavern.

Sitting on the second floor, Jeff played with the dagger in his hand and looked out the window at the fine flakes of velvet floating in the air. There was a hint of sadness on his cold and gloomy face.

As the head of the Dagger Gang, although his bloodline is not as noble as that of Mr. Sid, he is still considered a prominent figure in this slum of nearly 200,000 people. Anyone who sees him must respect him and call him "Sir" or "Mr." .

Logically speaking, with his status, he would not have any troubles. However, a series of recent events made him feel strongly uneasy.

A newspaper seller was lost in the outer city, and a revolution broke out in Boulder City. Then the Alliance took over Boulder City, and they seemed to have made an appointment.

If that's all, it obviously doesn't end there.

The alliance began to set up relief stations in slums, distribute food, register survivors' information, set up tents, arrange work, and transfer some people...

This series of actions made him tense up.

The alliance is breaking the tacit understanding formed over a century and a half, trying to establish a new order in other underground kingdoms!

What's even worse is that the newspaper seller is still alive and kicking, but the killer hired by Master Sid has disappeared...

There were footsteps outside the door.

Jeff subconsciously tightened his grip on the dagger and tensed up his muscles, but after hearing three long and two short keys knocking on the door, he relaxed his nervousness.

"Come in."

The door opened.

West, the second leader of the Dagger Gang, came in through the door.

Before he could speak, Jeff said immediately.

"Any news?"

West shook his head gloomily.

"no."

Jeff was silent for a long time, stabbed the dagger in his hand hard on the table, and cursed angrily.

"Mom..."

Understanding the anger in his heart, West said nothing, sighed and walked to the side to sit down on a chair.

"Sid was buried. Along with the collapsed building, the whereabouts of 'Little Knife' are still unknown, and Sperger is still alive...but these are irrelevant. The important thing is that the guest from the north is dead, and we will compete. Li Te is also dead. We spent a lot of time and energy, but the weapon was not found in the end. "

Jeff's face was gloomy and he said after a long time.

"Where's Weilun?"

"... He seemed to have confessed to the alliance, and then got on the bus to the prisoner of war camp. I don't know how long his sentence will be. I suspect that he may have exposed our business with the guests from the north. This is what I am most worried about."

Looking at Jeff who was silent, West paused and continued.

"On the surface, the alliance has not taken any action against us... Every move they make is fatal to us. I suspect that when this snow or spring wave passes, they will settle this account with us."

Jeff was afraid in his heart, but his face showed disdain and he sneered.

"They can still send troops to defeat us all."

"It may not be impossible," West said with a wry smile, "That construction team has actually penetrated the grassroots level of the slums. The more people they organize, the smaller the space for us to hide... I even suspect that they have been targeting us. Fucked you and me."

Jeff's eyes narrowed slightly.

In fact, there is no need for West to remind him. He had a similar feeling after seeing a series of measures taken by the league. Especially in the past few days, he always felt like someone was staring at him.

Maybe——

He should go north to avoid the limelight.

Let's wait until the aftermath of the drastic changes in Boulder City has completely calmed down, and then come back after everything has settled.

After pondering for a moment, he said seriously.

"What is your suggestion?"

West spoke his mind.

"Close down the businesses that are likely to arouse the sensitive nerves of the alliance first, such as 'labor dispatch' and 'organ trading'. There are also 'hospitals', 'kitchens', and 'welfare homes' that may cause problems and other facilities that may cause problems must also be shut down. "

Jeff's brow twitched.

"That's a lot of money."

West nodded silently.

"Yes... Even if we don't close down, our customers will be almost wiped out. It is purely a risk to continue operating."

Those blue coats have been running around like crazy lately, and they even dug out the cannibal tribe hiding in the tunnels for the winter.

Those cannibals were indeed disgusting and he didn't like them, but it was more pleasant to do business with them.

They catch fat sheep such as merchants, and after eating the meat, the remaining property and goods are often sold through gangs in the slums, and the reward is only a few people or girls who can't sell the old pearls.

Unlike the distinguished guests from the north, they don't mind whether the slaves are good-looking or not, and they are not picky about food.

Listening to the second master's suggestion, Jeff stared at the dagger on the table and fell into deep thought.

Two years ago, when business in Red River Town was still booming, these were actually just petty profits, and it didn't matter if they were left to the Dean Gang and the Poison Gang.

However, now, these once small profits have been harvested by gangs. What will he and his brothers eat if they are cut off?

After pondering for a moment, Jeff said slowly.

"Transformation is possible, but we need new economic sources."

Seeing that the boss finally relented, West breathed a sigh of relief and continued patiently.

"I think so too... We have enough manpower on hand. As long as the cleaning goes well, we can completely change our livelihood. For example, we can find a way to contract some legal work from the alliance, or go to Xizhou City to mine. etc. After the formalities are completed, we will use our own method, and the profit may not be as high as that of killing people and selling goods. "

Jeff nodded slowly.

"I'll do as you say... I plan to go to the Free State in a few days to explain the weapons to our customers. I'll probably stay there for a while, and I'll leave this to you."

"As commanded."

West nodded slightly respectfully, but curled his lips in disdain.

I'm afraid the explanation to the customer is false. This old fox was probably scared to death by the alliance and probably hasn't slept in the past few days.

But that’s fine.

After this guy left, it was easier for him to do some things.

When they come, it's hard to say who is the boss here.

Looking at his subordinate with his head lowered, Jeff nodded slightly, and just as he was sending him off, a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside the window.

The two immediately looked out the window and saw billowing smoke on a dilapidated street not far away, with crowds of people screaming and running away around them.

"Mom!"

Having just relaxed his nerves and tightened them up again, Jeff cursed, stood up and walked to the window, "What are those idiots doing! Didn't I tell them to keep a low profile these days?"

Staring at the thick smoke floating in the air, West's pupils shrank slightly.

"Welfare home..."

When he heard the words "welfare home", Jeff's brow suddenly twitched violently. He immediately walked up to West and reached out to grab his collar.

"Bring people over immediately! Move the goods to a safe place! Before the Alliance people come over! Hurry!"

"yes!"

Thinking of the alliance's methods, West nodded nervously, without any hesitation, and immediately turned around and walked out the door.

Watching the door of the room being hurriedly closed, Jeff always felt uneasy. He cursed in a low voice, walked to the table and pulled out the dagger.

Maybe he should go to the safe house for a while.

…

"Star anise, bay leaves, fennel...what do they look like?"

Holding a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, he walked into the market at the entrance of the giant wall and looked around with a blank expression in the clear wind.

About an hour ago, she, Guigui, and a few other friends from the Goblin Corps went to the kitchen of the Alliance Barracks to prepare New Year's Eve delicacies.

As for the food, it is the tentacles of the multi-legged beast.

This type of mollusc-like mammal is usually active in the forests from Dawn City to the Red River Alliance, and there are some that are less common in high-radiation areas in cities.

Most wastelanders will run around when they see a multi-legged beast, because it can't withstand a beating and has great resilience.

A barrage of bullets swept past, leaving stumps all over the place, only to grow back a few days later.

not only that.

Its meat is extremely smelly, smelling like half-month-old eggs. It probably contains hydrogen sulfide in addition to organic acids, so few people would want to eat it.

However, their boss, Mosquito, had a sudden idea——

"Since the multi-legged beast is so durable and its tentacles can regenerate, if we can solve the problem of being unpalatable, wouldn't we be able to raise it like a leek!"

Cut a crop and grow a crop. The egg production efficiency is no better than that of chickens, ducks, pigs, cows and sheep!

At first, everyone refused because it smelled too bad, which caused other corps members to look at them strangely.

However, all of them, together, could not withstand the persistence of the mosquito boss.

"I want to think of a solution to the toxicity! MMP! The periodic table of elements is right there. I still don't believe that I can't cure a piece of meat!"

"No, no, no! The meat is too smelly! Lao Na even said no!"

"Captain! Give up!"

"Spice! Use spices to cover up the smell! Hahaha, I'm really a genius!"

So 㵒——

She was sent out by everyone to purchase spices.

Feng Qing didn't have any objections to this. Boss Mosquito paid him 100 silver coins for running errands. This guy came and went in all kinds of ways, so he was really generous with his actions.

However, the problem is...

She had no idea what these spices looked like, let alone what they should be called in adult couplets.

It's embarrassing to say that she doesn't know how to cook at all, but she tried it once in the game, and the result almost cost her away.

This is much more difficult than flying a plane...

After walking around the market several times, Feng Qing couldn't find any spices that matched the pictures he searched online, so she couldn't help but sigh.

"Anyway, as long as the spices have a strong flavor...just buy some."

If I had known earlier, I would have dragged Gui Gui out with me.

After watching her walk around the stall several times, the condiment seller couldn't help but ask.

"Hey miss, do you need help?"

After understanding the couplet, Feng Qing stopped and nodded.

"Well, are there any spices?"

The boss scratched the back of his head.

"Spices? There are many... but which one do you want?"

"Anything is fine."

What the hell can anything be?

The boss was stunned for a moment and glanced at the bunch of garlic hanging under the shed.

"Is this okay?"

"This is garlic, I want it to be spices..." Feng Qing couldn't help but frown, "There seems to be some in the kitchen, I need the one with more flavor."

The boss scratched his head and said.

"You said spices. Garlic is also a spice...does it taste better? It would be nice if I could be more specific."

"It's relatively rare...does it count?" Feng Qing whispered guiltily.

Rubbing his chin with his index finger, the boss thought for a while and said.

"Relatively rare? Exotic spices? I heard that Borneo Province is rich in some delicious spices. A few days ago, a merchant came over there to sell them..."

Hearing the boss's words, Feng Qing's eyes suddenly lit up and he put his hands on the stall.

"Where is he?!"

Being stared at by that piercing gaze, the boss unconsciously took a half step back, coughed and said.

"He has already left... I saw that all of his goods were sold out yesterday, so I guess it's time for him to leave."

It's actually sold out...

A trace of disappointment appeared on Feng Qing's face.

At this moment, a hearty shout suddenly came from the side.

"Exotic spices? I have some."

The voice came from a slightly larger stall. The owner was a young man in his twenties or thirties, wearing a leather jacket and smiling at her.

He does not do business alone.

There were two taciturn young men sitting under the shed, one was playing with a dagger, the other was dozing off with his eyes closed, and neither of them paid any attention.

Feng Qing's eyes lit up and he immediately walked to the stall. However, after glancing at the things placed on the wooden table, a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes.

"Are you... selling condiments?"

There are some miscellaneous items on the stall.

There are accessories such as glasses, rings, and jewelry, as well as miscellaneous rifles and bullets of various calibers, as well as clothes or backpacks.

There are even a few mechanical prosthetics and electronic parts that have no apparent purpose.

It doesn't look like they are selling condiments here.

Not even enough food.

"It's still snowing in the sky. Of course we can't leave such precious things outside," the man said with a smile, "The hotel is not far from here. If you are interested, you can come with me to pick it up." "

Feng Qing asked worriedly.

"Is it expensive?"

"It's not expensive, you can definitely afford it!" Seeing that the fat sheep had taken the bait, the man laughed and kicked the boy who was playing with the dagger, handed the stall to him, and walked out from behind the stall. He said diligently, "Come with me, I will take you there."

"Uh-huh!"

Feng Qing nodded excitedly and followed that person.

When the condiment seller saw this, he opened his mouth hesitantly. He was about to say something, but he glanced around and closed his mouth again.

That guy is obviously from the Dagger Gang, and the miscellaneous goods sold at the stall are obviously stolen goods.

He came to do business, not to cause trouble, but he didn't want to have his throat cut in the middle of the night.

Watching the little girl follow the gang member and disappear at the edge of the market, he shook his head and clicked his tongue.

Quite a pretty girl.

"Pity."

Walking to the edge of the market, she saw the NPC walking towards the slums. Feng Qing couldn't help but tilted her head in confusion and looked at the tall building next to the viaduct.

"Isn't the hotel over there?"

She remembered that the NPCs all lived at the Far Wind Hotel.

The man said with a smile.

"Those are where wealthy businessmen live. People like us who are doing small business can't afford to live in a luxurious hotel like that... Come with me, it's not far ahead."

Is it luxurious...?

Feng Qing glanced at the huge building.

Apart from being high, it seems to be just average.

But thinking that this was a wasteland, she was relieved.

Just in case, let’s send a message to Guigui.

With this in mind, Feng Qing raised her index finger and tapped the VM on her left arm a few times, then edited a text message.

[Feng Qing: It seems that a hidden mission was triggered when I was looking for spices! Excited! (•̀∀•́)】

Edited㵕——

Send your work!

After waiting for a while, the letter came over.

[Guigui: Hey, wait, where are the spices? ! What about spices? We are all waiting for you! ! ! 】

Feng Qing smiled and picked out a few more words.

[Feng Qing: Don’t panic, don’t panic. 】(Failed to send)

Huh?

Looking at the small bubble behind the message, Feng Qing was slightly stunned.

Is the signal so crotch-stretching?

…

After leaving the market, the two of them walked for a while through the slums. The surrounding shacks became increasingly dilapidated and the alleys became narrower and narrower.

In front of a rusty iron door, the man finally stopped, took out a key from his waist, and started rummaging through it.

While he was taking the key, Feng Qing took a look at the place.

In front of you is a very narrow courtyard overgrown with weeds. Behind the courtyard is a three-story red brick building with five or six rooms on the first floor. Each window is hung with shabby curtains.

Rather than saying this was a hotel, she felt it was more like a dormitory, or a place like school.

Soon she caught a glimpse of a line of words on a rotten wooden sign, which probably said "Fuyuan".

Isn't this a hotel?

Feng Qing thoughtfully moved her gaze away from the overgrown courtyard and looked to the other side of the alley, where she happened to meet the eyes of an old woman who was cleaning up the snow.

She was going to smile, but she saw that the old woman's face changed as if she had seen the plague. She quickly looked away and hurriedly hid in her home.

She vaguely heard the sound of the door latch being pushed.

Strange……

From just now, she felt that she might have triggered some hidden mission, otherwise why would there be so many people with guns around.

Now she was becoming more and more convinced that this was not a hotel at all, and the guy who brought her here was not a good person at all.

"Miss, are you a resident of the shelter?"

After hearing what the man was talking to, Feng Qing looked away from the other side of the alley and nodded.

"Well, how did you figure it out?"

The man smiled and said.

"Your accent and your unique temperament tell me so... the wastelanders outside can't compare with you."

This NPC is pretty good at talking.

Feng Qing couldn't help but blush and said with a smile.

"You're honored."

After finally finding the key, the man pushed open the iron door with a creaking sound and walked in first.

The guy didn't seem worried about running away.

However, it was rare to trigger such an unusual task, so she had no intention of running away and followed him with a trace of curiosity.

The two walked through the overgrown yard, followed the stone path, stepped onto the two steps of the front door, and walked to the main entrance of the red brick building.

The man gave Feng Qing a "wait a moment" sign, walked towards the wooden door alone, stretched out his hand and knocked on it twice.

As if he had been waiting at the door for a long time, the wooden door opened a crack, and a bored face appeared behind the crack.

She was a woman in her twenties or thirties. Her hair was messy and she had freckles next to her nose. She actually looked pretty, but unfortunately there was a burn on her forehead that ruined all her beauty.

Her name is Horaka. She has been a prostitute, a thug, and the mistress of the boss of the Dagger Gang. Now she is the director of the Gray House Welfare Institute.

Everyone in the slums knew her.

The children of certain families were lost, and the girls of certain families never visited the house again. They either ran away with the wastelanders or came to her.

"Miles...what are you here for?" Horaka lowered his hoarse voice and said impatiently, "Didn't Mr. West say it will stop for the next few days?"

The man named Miles did not hide the pride on his face, lowered his voice and said with joy.

"He did say that, but the opportunity is rare."

The woman glanced hastily at the little girl standing behind Miles, looking left and right, her eyes narrowed dangerously in the shadows.

"Vault dweller? Are you crazy..."

She could tell at a glance that this guy was definitely no ordinary wastelander.

"She is alone without a companion. I have been paying attention to her for a long time. Don't be so timid. There are at least tens of thousands of residents in the northern suburbs of the shelter. When the alliance finds out that one of them is missing, it will only be a few days later. We will take her long ago." It changed hands. Didn’t the customer from the north always want to buy one?”

Seeing this crazy woman staring at him, Miles quickly said with a smile, "Don't worry... I turned on the shield, no signal will be transmitted."

He must have known that the residents of the shelter would be wearing vital sign monitors (VM).

It is also known that two VMs can locate each other. This is as common knowledge in the wasteland as the coats of those blue gophers.

But so what?

Blocking a signal is much easier than locating it.

As soon as he left the market, he turned on the shielding device.

The woman's sharp eyes softened slightly, and she opened the door wider.

"Come in and talk."

As she said this, she looked at Fengqing, who was tinkering with VM behind Miles, and cleared her throat.

"You come in too, it's very cold outside."

"Um!"

Putting away the VM with no signal, Feng Qing nodded with a smile and followed the man named Miles into the house.

The front room is spacious.

Opposite the main entrance is a wooden platform with two iron cages made of steel bars. There are shackles hanging on the railings. The black stains are either rust or blood.

That should be blood.

As soon as she came in, she immediately smelled a very faint smell of rotten grease.

There were more than a dozen chairs placed under the wooden stands. It seemed like some special event had been held here. Judging from the signs thrown next to the chairs, they should be items from the auction.

There was a thick layer of dust beside the stool legs. This strange facility must have been idle for some time.

As for why she could see clearly, that was natural.

Flying high in the sky, just a few meters above the ground, she could clearly see the head buried in the trench, but she could not see the details that were close at hand.

"Is the spice here?" Although she knew it was nonsense, she still called out softly.

Horaka looked at Miles, who was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter as if he had heard some funny joke.

"Spice? Hahaha! Hey... little girl, you haven't figured out the situation yet, right?"

Before he finished speaking, he took out his pistol and pointed it at Feng Qing, and continued talking with a sinister smile.

"Look at [this guy], you should know better by now."

Standing aside, Horaka crossed his arms and teased.

"Remember to keep your eyes open in the next life. It's rare that you were born in a shelter...but don't be too sad. Although the lunatics in the north are wilder, they are still much better than in the wasteland."

"It's true. Just make it clear that there is no spice. It makes me happy."

Instead of showing fear or panic as the two expected, Feng Qing took out a grenade with a slight smile and threw it at his feet.

"As for reincarnation... how about we do it together."

"Wori!"

Seeing the pull ring rolling to the ground and the grenade rolling toward him, Miles's face changed wildly as he raised his gun and fell backwards to the ground.

This madman!

Don't want to die? !

Horaka did the same, hiding aside in horror.

Almost as soon as they lay down, an eardrum-shattering explosion roared in the hall, and nearly ten million candelas flashed. The two subconsciously closed their eyes.

But nothing.

Not to mention that the speed with closed eyes cannot be faster than light, and the explosion of nearly ten million candelas cannot be blocked by just a layer of eyelids.

"Mom! It's a flash bomb!"

Lying behind the stands, Miles roared in fright and rage, rubbing his red eyes with his left hand while shooting randomly.

The gunshots reverberated in the hall, but he couldn't hear a sound. His brain felt like a heavy hammer and his body lost balance.

At this time, another larger grenade rolled next to him.

After barely seeing clearly for a moment, his expression changed wildly.

The flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and air waves visible to the naked eye swept across the wooden stands and even shattered the curtain-covered window next to the door.

Miles was killed instantly, without even having time to say his last words.

Horaka sat slumped on the ground, as if he had been frightened. There was no trace of blood on his face, and the floor was wet with ginger liquid.

She had worked as a thug for the Dagger Gang and had killed people, but that was all when she was very young.

Even at that time, she was only fighting with rival gangs on the street with a pistol, but she had never been hit by a shell.

Feng Qing, who was lying down next to the corridor on one side of the hall, shook his groggy head and stood up from the ground while holding on to the wall.

The impact of the flash bomb was quite large on her, but it was not enough to make her lose her combat effectiveness.

After all, she came down from the battlefield. Even if she was not as good as the big guys of the Burning Corps, she would not fall over at the hands of two little minions.

Looking at the messy hall and the scorched floor, Feng Qing took out his pistol and loaded it, muttering something in his mouth.

"Isn't this charge too exaggerated?"

With that kind of power, it feels like all the fragments are superfluous...

Finally recovering from the aftermath of the explosion, Horaka secretly climbed up from the ground and prepared to sneak away from the messy front hall.

Before she could stand still, the cold gun muzzle was pressed against the back of her head, followed by a less than standard human couplet coming from behind.

"Don't move. I am also an awakened person after all. I will definitely be much faster than you."

Horaka slowly raised his hands and said tremblingly.

"No, don't shoot!"

She couldn't figure out why that seemingly polite and quiet girl could be so ferocious in combat.

"I surrender!"

Feng Qing looked at her and continued to ask.

"Is there anyone else here? Or is it just you?"

"There are still some goods in the basement... no, there are some slaves, oh no, they are prisoners." Horaka stammered.

There should have been some thugs here, but the business has stopped recently. They don't entertain customers, they only feed the goods, so she is the only one left.

In order not to attract the Alliance's attention, the Dagger Gang disguised this place as an abandoned building.

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but curse the idiot who had turned into a corpse. If he survives, Mr. West will cut off his hands and feet and throw them to the dogs.

Not caring about her incoherent change of words, Feng Qing glanced at his left arm.

The signal still has not been restored.

It seems that this building also has shielding equipment installed.

At this time, the sound of chaotic footsteps and shouting suddenly came from the courtyard outside the door. At least ten or twenty people came.

"We have fallen into a den of thieves."

If I had known that Yu's hidden mission would be so exciting, I would have brought Gui Gui with me.

Looking in the direction of the door, and then at the "red NPC" who was shivering with his head in his hands, Feng Qing muttered to himself.

Just when she was preparing to face the enemy, there was a loud explosion outside the door and window, and the broken snow and mud thrown up by the explosion fell into the house like raindrops.

"ah!!!"

Unable to control the fear in her heart any longer, Horaka was knocked to the ground and screamed heart-breakingly, but soon she received a heavy blow on her head, her eyes rolled back and she passed out.

"It's so noisy."

After knocking the predator unconscious, Feng Qing pressed himself down and moved quickly to the window.

Looking outside for a moment, her eyes suddenly opened wide.

"This is... a missile?!"

The entire front yard seemed to have been plowed over by an excavator, leaving only a large pit several meters wide in the center of the yard.

Although the dust thrown up by the explosion made the surrounding area a mess, it did not damage any surrounding buildings, and even the courtyard wall did not collapse.

Such a precise strike does not look like artillery!

Next to the crater lay several corpses, and several gang members whose limbs had been blown off were curled up and wailing weakly.

The explosion happened almost instantly, and they had no time to react.

In the thick smoke that filled the alley outside the hospital, banging gunshots and screams were heard from time to time, but all of them were broken cleanly without exception.

The battle is completely over.

A curvaceous figure crossed the dusty yard and walked steadily towards the red brick building.

Looking at the bulging alloy breastplate and jet black mirror helmet, as well as the explosion-proof shield and rifle in the sister's hands, Feng Qing's eyes couldn't help but shine.

"That's so cool!" She couldn't help but murmured quietly.

What kind of equipment is this? !

Wait, is this a prosthetic body?

X-16 glanced at the shelter resident who was sticking to the window, and tapped his helmet lightly with his index finger.

"The goal is to collect the power——"

"Mission completed."