This Game Is Too Realistic

"Go in, this will be your new home from now on."

The jail at Sailsport.

This fortress built of granite is probably one of the few buildings in the Sifan Harbor area that has not been baptized by gunfire.

The floor he was on was the deepest underground part of the prison—the place where prisoners were held.

Listening to the cynicism of the jailer behind him, the battlefield atmosphere team didn't bother to answer the little shrimp and walked in calmly.

He glanced left and right, even with a bit of novelty in his eyes.

This cell is simple and simple. It only has a toilet and a bed, and the toilet is right next to the bed. When eating, I have to put the bowl on the toilet lid.

The four walls were pitch black, there wasn't even a window for ventilation, and the few exhaust vents were on the ceiling outside the fence.

I want to fucking stink myself to death...

The warlord couldn't help but complain in his heart.

However, this room is a single room and cannot be crowded with other prisoners. It seems that the person who ordered him to be locked up was not worried about being too close to other people.

Just as the battlefield atmosphere team was carefully looking at their new home, the fence door behind them closed with a clang, and then there was the sound of the iron door closing on the floor.

"MMP, if you go to jail in the game, why not... is the experience of going to jail so real?"

I'm afraid this dog has not been inspected on the spot.

The warlord sighed and sat on the bed.

As a young man in his fifth year, he had never been in a detention center, but he did not expect that he would have the opportunity to experience it in the game.

Having said that, this experience is quite novel.

Just a little boring.

Just when he was thinking about hanging up and going offline to play a few games, there were bursts of footsteps outside the lonely cell.

The cell door, which had been closed for a short while, was suddenly pushed open with another "squeak" sound.

Hearing the noise, the warlord immediately became energetic, stood up and walked to the fence gate to look out.

I saw a Wilante soldier with a gun on his back, leading a dark group of people in.

By a rough count, he found that there must be forty or fifty people imprisoned.

The warlord was a little confused, and he couldn't believe what the Wilantes were doing.

What the hell do you want to do?

The rifle butt drove the last person into the prison, and the Valantian soldier said in a cold tone.

"The cells above are full, so you can stay here."

After saying these words, the Wilante man closed the door slowly, as if he was not worried at all about the prisoners standing in the corridor causing trouble.

Or should I say...

Are they hoping that this group of people will make some noise?

The warlord was secretly alert.

Observing the helpless prisoners standing in the cell, he searched the crowd and finally picked the most honest-looking young man.

His eyes caught the man's attention, and the warlord waved to him, motioning him to come to the fence gate, looking at him and asking curiously.

"Who are you?"

The honest young man replied immediately

"family."

The warlord was confused.

"Family? What the hell?"

Seeing that the prisoner in front of him looked confused, the young man explained patiently.

"We are a family association. It is an organization established by family members and belongs to the family... A few of them over there are members of the Black Rat Gang."

As he spoke, he pointed to the dozen or so people in the corner of the corridor.

The warlord looked along his index finger and saw a few guys with Mickey Mouse tattoos on their arms standing in the corner of the crowd. Their ferocious looks did not look like anything at first sight.

"Then...how did you get in?"

Speaking of the reason for coming in, the young man stared angrily at the dozen strong men in the corner of the crowd and lowered his voice.

"It was the Black Rat Gang who made the first move. They set fire to our house with Molotov cocktails! We just beat them out... and were finally beaten by the Weirant people."

The warlord was a little confused.

"Then...why did they order you?"

The young man said it without hesitation.

"They fear our unity!"

Warlander: "..."

Although the conversation was completely incorrect, he still roughly figured out the whole story.

It was a gang fight that lasted a long time.

Those big noses didn't care about the three-seven-seven-eleven ones. As soon as the eight-nosed people saw the fire, they surrounded the whole street and arrested every one of them.

Although the young man was still saying with indignation that they were the ones who made the first move, the warlord was no longer interested in knowing the details and instead became interested in the family.

They are not like a simple gang. Ordinary gangs will not organize students to attend classes. They not only taught classes but also "deconstructed" social production and labor relations. These things have never happened in other places in Borneo Province.

For example, according to the young man, the work of the family was given by the family, and the family was raised by the family, so they did not receive anything from anyone. On the contrary, the docks and Weiland people robbed the things that belonged to them. Their blood and sweat.

For example, giving birth is an honor, raising children is a gift, etc.

"Sym collaboration", which was originally the cornerstone of human society, has been repackaged into something else in a religious way. To this end, they also invented some proper nouns, but did not give specific measurement units and calculation methods.

For example, how to calculate gifts and honors, how much honor is worthy of how many gifts, and how to weigh things that cannot be quantified and counted on a scale. These specific issues are confused by abstract concepts.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Zaid answered these questions in a certain class, but the young man forgot about them because of his lack of academic skills.

However, this is not the key. The iron tube rifle is also a rifle. After all, the theoretical weapon is available. And they not only compiled scriptures, but also designed some more realistic tools for themselves.

For example, there are colored levels, such as the promotion system, etc... These things are different from the players' contribution levels.

It's just that the warlord doesn't feel right about it.

This green trash, purple divine outfit, golden legend... How does it look like it was copied from a certain real-life RPG online game?

Maybe some idiot is playing "off-site" and "taking the dross and discarding the essence" of real things and passing them on to the NPC.

The young man was still talking non-stop, and became more and more energetic as he talked.

"...Zeed also told us that as long as everyone in the entire wasteland is a family, the Wasteland Era will end on its own. The thing was originally very simple, but people outside Borneo Province are too greedy."

The warlord felt a little headache after hearing this. He pressed his index finger between his eyebrows, trying to sort out the confusing logic.

"I admit that some of what you said is right. We also feel that the wastelanders outside are too greedy and always want more... Well, I mean people other than the Velantians. So you are all ready Are you going to save the wasteland?"

Risk!

The identity of the undercover agent was almost exposed!

The young man didn't hear any clues, or didn't even realize that the guy in front of him was actually an "honorary Wilante man", so he just continued talking proudly.

"It will be a matter of time. We will eventually save everyone in the wasteland."

Warlander: "..."

If there is no problem with his understanding of the version, this version should be "players who have ended their own wasteland to save survivors in other areas of the wasteland."

Borneo Province is the wasteland with the most people and the largest territory on the Central Continent. He wanted to persuade this guy to save himself first, as it would be a waste not to cause trouble to others.

"Would that family...understand?"

The warlord said with a wry smile.

"I'll leave it alone... I'm not smart, I'll probably hold you back."

There was a pity expression on the young man's face, which made him seem to feel sorry for him.

However, although the warlord didn't listen to his words at all, the guys from the Black Rat Gang did.

Not only that, each one of them was attracted by the young man's impassioned speech, and the more they listened, the more their eyes shone.

"Fuck!"

"What a great idea you have!"

"Damn it! I've long thought that the Black Rat Gang has no future. Those gangsters are targeting us. Everyone wants to make money from me... I might as well get along with you."

"Count me in too!"

Most of the gangs in Saifan Port emerged after the tragedy, which took more than a month, and most of the gang members had little loyalty to themselves.

What happened was that the fire was so big that almost half of the slum was set ablaze, and how many people died.

By the time tomorrow dawns, the Vaillantes will surely have to liquidate them. Jumping off the ship at this time is also to escape punishment...

At least that's what the minions think.

In their opinion, their Black Rat Gang is definitely doomed!

The young man at the family gathering was open to everyone who came, and even forgot about his previous hatred and said with a hearty smile.

"No problem! From now on we are all family! I will take you to register when we get out!"

A pair of eyes became hot, like candlelight in the darkness, lighting up a glimmer of hope.

The warlord was just about to taunt, "Tall fart, isn't it just a rumor? If you change the map, even a kid would know it's a lie." But he happened to catch the fiery eyes of the gangsters. .

They were really moved.

Looking at the people gathered in a circle to listen to the class, the warlord squatting in the cell fell silent.

Tuo.

It was him who was hasty...

…

Later, when the warlords were observing, they learned that the young man giving the lecture was called A Ming, and he was just an ordinary family member with no color.

That is, "徲ban equipment".

But after waiting for a night according to their rules, there must be no problem with being a green family member.

If you can get out alive...

Listening to the young man's eloquent lectures, the warlord couldn't help but doze off, and couldn't help but prepare to log off.

Several young men stared directly at him, or rather at the toilet next to his bed.

This thing is also a novelty for them, after all, it is not available in other cells.

"Brother, how did you get imprisoned?"

"Why do you live in a single room?"

"That's right. Why do you have a separate cell while we are all on the corridor?"

The warlord raised his eyelids, looked at the young people gathered in front of the fence, and said with a smile.

"Me? I've committed more crimes than you."

Several young people looked at each other and looked at him with regret.

"What a shame."

Seeing that they were concerned about him again, the warlord smiled and shook his head.

"You should pay more attention to yourselves and find a way to survive tomorrow."

After saying that, he closed his eyes, stopped listening to the chatter outside the fence gate, and leaned against the corner to "sleep".

A night of silence.

The warlord went offline to play in the alliance for a while, enjoying the ultimate bad breath. When he came online, he found that the group of people on the corridor had been expelled, leaving only turmeric with urine and feces on the ground.

The Vaillant people did not prepare cells or barrels for them, so they just solved it on the spot.

The soaring stench made him frown, and he instantly understood the sinister intentions of these big noses.

Tuo guy!

You Ming can't beat him, so you're just going to disgust him with this third-way trick, right?

The Warlander pinched his nose with a frown on his face, and his stereotype of the Willant people became more and more serious in his heart.

At this time, the clatter of chains and footsteps came from outside the prison door.

As the iron door opened, Penny squeezed in through the crack of the door carrying a lunch box.

When looking at [Penny], the warlord was stunned. He didn't expect that [this girl would actually come to visit him].

And he was not the only one who was stunned. After seeing the mess in the prison, Penny's face instantly turned pale. She didn't know whether she was angry or smoked.

"They... actually locked you up in a place like this!"

The glory of Weiland people!

These shameless guys!

The warlord made a helpless expression, but it was understandable.

"It wasn't like that at first, but last night they suddenly brought a group of people in. I was thinking that something was wrong, but it didn't surprise me... Fortunately, I fell asleep when they took off their pants, otherwise That picture must be quite eye-catching.”

With the food provided by those poor people, it is still difficult to enjoy such a hearty meal.

The Weirant people probably brought them food, and maybe they even mixed something into the food.

However, he had no evidence, so he could only endure it for the time being.

Seeing Penny walking quietly across the puddle of filth, the warlord paused and continued.

"...By the way, why are you here?"

Penny whispered.

"I'm here to bring you food... I'm afraid you might be hungry."

Give me food in return...

It should be noon outside now, and the warlord did feel a little hungry.

However, smelling the smell of soaring yin, he had no appetite at all.

Perhaps she saw the troubled look on his face, Penny was silent for a while, bit her lip and said.

"...I'll go find my uncle and ask him to change your cell!"

The warlord sighed and said.

"Don't embarrass your uncle. This is not a matter that he has the authority to control. It's that Guion who arrested me."

"Then I'll go find that Gulion!" Penny said through gritted teeth.

"Are you crazy?" Glancing at this stubborn little girl, the warlord couldn't help complaining, "That guy has a higher military rank than your father. What's the use of looking for him? Don't be here if you ask me. Stay at the port, listen to my advice and quickly find a ship to go home. Maybe there will be a solution after returning to Triumph City. "

"I'm not going anywhere until I make sure you're safe!" Penny stared at him intently.

After a while, her tone suddenly softened again, and she continued speaking softly.

"Don't worry about me. I know you are doing it for my own good, but staying here is not just my willfulness, it's also my father's intention."

The warlord was stunned for a moment.

"Your father? Mr. Bennot?"

Seeing the pangolin's surprised look, Penny nodded seriously.

"That's right, the civil service group will not give up on you. His friends in Triumph City have already begun operations. They will do their best to extradite you to Triumph City."

Hearing these words, the expression on Warfield Man's face gradually changed from surprise to incredulity.

That Benoit would actually protect him?

Shocked!

This is unscientific!

"...There are no ships returning from the entire port. The Southern Army has sealed the port." When she said this, Penny's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, "So don't urge me to go back, just let me I’ll give you some food for a while.”

"Wait a minute, the port is closed?" The warlord was stunned for a moment, then asked you anxiously, "What happened outside?"

Penny shook her head.

"I don't know the specifics. I heard that someone set the fire last night. It seems to be a fight between gangs? Anyway, there is a crackdown outside now. I heard that many people were shot."

fire.

Fire again.

The warlord even couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with the feng shui of Xifan Port, and Wuzhen was short of fire.

It's just that unlike the last fire, this time it wasn't a big riot. No one organized the riot, and no one was burned out.

Since even the Legion characterized this as a gang fight, the fire might have been an accident.

Thinking of those young men with gleaming eyes just now, the warlord couldn't help but smacked his tongue and muttered a few sins silently in his heart.

Hope those guys are okay.

Although their brains are not very good, they are actually not bad people.

However, it is precisely this kind of people who are the easiest to listen to, and the easiest to be manipulated.

"...I always feel that there will be no peace in Xifan Port. If you can leave here, it would be better to leave as soon as possible."

Looking at the pangolin who was still worried about her safety, Penny's cheeks turned redder.

Speaking of which, it was the same before.

This guy was doing the most dangerous things himself, but he never cared about his own safety. Instead, he cared about her as an outsider.

"Don't worry, I will take care of myself... Eat it while it's hot before it gets cold."

As she said that, she handed the lunch box in her hand out, but it happened to be stuck by the fence door.

Penny looked a little embarrassed. She wanted to turn the lunch box over, but she was worried that the contents inside would spill out, so she tried back and forth for a long time, but she couldn't get it in.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and finally Penny blushed and whispered.

"How about...I feed you?"

Looking at that suddenly shy face, the warrior's Adam's apple moved unconsciously.

He suddenly felt that the air around him was not so sour.

"Um...thank you."

"No, you're welcome..."

Blushing, Penny hurriedly opened the lunch box and almost dropped the spoon on the ground, but fortunately the warlord caught it quickly.

When he handed the spoon back to her, Penny suddenly realized that this guy could actually eat by himself through the fence door.

However, both of them tacitly understood each other and remained silent.

This meal lasted for an hour.

Looking at the clean rice bowl and the pretty face that was red and bleeding, the battlefield atmosphere team just felt that they were full in every sense of the word...

…

I don’t know if it’s because of Triumph’s reputation or because of Penny’s father.

On the second day after eating that meal, the warlord suddenly discovered that the Wilant soldiers had surrendered and sent a rat clan cleaner over to clean up all the excrement and water on the street.

Although the smell of food in the cell is still very strong, it is still much better than before.

Just like that, another week passed before I knew it.

These days, Penny has been delivering food to him and bringing news from outside from time to time.

On the one hand, the severe crackdown on Saifan Port continues.

However, I don’t know if there is someone behind the scenes, so the “AOE-style” crackdown on various gangs turned into a unilateral group fight specifically targeting family members.

This is actually a bit strange.

Logically speaking, the family members will suffer no matter what. It is understandable that each of them gets fifty hits, but it is confusing if they get all the hits.

Even if the slave is too lazy to reason with the slaves, he won't do the opposite, right?

With the idea of ​​getting to the bottom of the casserole, he sorted out the questions in his mind and posted them on the forum. After some analysis by his old buddies, he finally solved the confusion.

According to the comments of an old man who seems to know very well, the severe attack was probably not personally deployed by General Guliang. It was probably the same as pouring excrement into his cell. It was probably the result of the people below.

If the people below make their own decisions, then the way to deal with the problem will be much more flexible.

Maybe it was because other gangsters had taken care of them, and if they didn’t accept help fees, their family would have no money to take care of them, so they were singled out as a role model.

Maybe other gangs are easier to manage, but the family is too big and difficult to manage, so it is a hidden danger to keep them, so they are simply dragged out to kill the fat pigs.

It is even possible that there is someone from the Alliance in that family group. After all, the name of this gang is very funny, and it sounds like it was made up by a player.

These reasons are all possible, and there is a high probability that it is not just one reason, but a combination of many reasons.

The farce finally came to an end when the family was ostracized by various gangs, and then was butchered by the Legion.

I just pity those innocent people, they did not make any mistakes, but they have to bear the worst consequences...

On the other side, the severe crackdown on Saifan Port did not affect the people of Weiland who lived in the port.

Although the high-ranking officials of the Legion have never taken the lives of their compatriots seriously, they are fundamentally different from the Xilan Empire who treats their own people as livestock.

Honorary Weiland people are protected by law and enjoy the highest civil rights in accordance with the law. Even "honorary Weiland people" like pangolins are the same.

This is why others say he will be killed, but he is still in jail waiting for the trial.

According to Penny, the local Weiland people, led by a businessman named Yaman, established the Saipan Port Citizens' Autonomous Association, and in the name of the Autonomous Association, they put pressure on the Southern Army, asking them to maintain To overcome, not to provoke a war, and to release oneself unconditionally.

Of course, there is support and even encouragement from the Triumph City Civil Service Group behind this.

However, their sincerity to never abandon or give up is also extremely true.

When he heard [Penny talk about this], although the warlord didn't say too many words of thanks, he was still very touched in his heart.

Those who survived were repaying their kindness.

They did not forget to save themselves, even if they did not do as many as others, even if they saved only more than two hundred...

Thanks to this united force, the Southern Legion has not made things difficult for him recently, at least it no longer does such heartless things as "bringing a group of people in to defecate anywhere."

The days passed like this, and March came in a blink of an eye.

Borneo Province has officially entered the rainy season, and it rains several times a day in Saifan Port. During this period, a typhoon even passed through, blowing the shacks on the street topsy-turvy.

The severe crackdown outside seems to have finally ended.

After cracking the whip, the Southern Legion took out candy from their pockets and began to spend money to mobilize grassroots organizations, including the gangs that controlled the docks, to repair damaged houses and clean streets buried by garbage.

This is not because they are kind, but because war is about to break out.

They need to ensure smooth traffic, the operation of factories, docks and various infrastructures, and ensure that the grassroots forces that maintain these infrastructures can be used by them.

For this reason they did not mind a few extra dinars, since they would soon have more.

Although there was a storm outside, it had no impact on the warlords squatting in the dungeon.

Not to mention the wind in this damn place, you can't even hear the sound of rain (not even a little bit, at most it's a bit uncomfortable when you go into the water and the tide goes back).

However, these are actually trivial matters and have no impact on his life.

Under Penny's careful feeding day and night, the warlord even felt that he had gained weight, although the fat was not obvious.

Now that he is online every day, in addition to waiting for food to be served, he also has another task to do push-ups.

One day in early March.

As usual, the warlord was exercising on the bed when Penny, carrying a lunch box, suddenly opened the cell door and walked in from the outside.

She came earlier than usual today, and she looked nervous, as if something big had happened.

The warlord immediately jumped off the bed, looked at her and asked.

"What happened outside?"

Penny said quickly.

"Gurion (Sailan has arrived!) Along with him are the military court-martial of the Southern Legion!"

After listening to these words, the warlord finally understood the reason for her nervous expression.

I did it for a long time because I was worried about myself.

However, compared to Penny who was worried in his heart, he was not panic at all, and even felt a little bit relieved.

After being held in prison for a whole month, his bones were almost moldy!

The court date is finally here!