This Game Is Too Realistic

On the northern outskirts of Yongye Port, on the windward side that has been hit by wind and sand, there is an alley called Heishui Lane.

This is the slum of Yongye Port, where most of the residents are marginalized groups other than the Weiland people.

Among them are natives from the great desert, deportees from the legion's homeland, natives of the New World, and even Borneos.

The complex ethnic composition and sharp contradictions have created a mixed bag of good and bad people here.

Although the local gang members did not dare to brazenly fight under the eyes of the Weilant people, vendettas and armed fights did occur from time to time, just like Saipan Harbor after the Southern Legion took over.

The Weiland people do not live and die as these leftovers, they are just cheap and easy-to-use labor force. Although they are all struggling on the line of life and death between poverty and food and clothing, they have never been seen dead.

They are like weeds, they always come here for various reasons, and after the spring breeze blows, they grow new shoots one after another.

Therefore, it is no wonder that the Southern Legion is dissatisfied with the official group of Triumph City.

The Triumph City-style squeeze was too inefficient, even weak.

If those idiots in Triumph City could be like them and build a "mutual harm" society at the bottom, where flies and mice would beat each other to death over a piece of shit, and spit on each other over who was more smelly, Xifan The initial riots in Hong Kong were simply impossible.

Just like Yongye Port.

There would be no laborers dying of exhaustion on the wharves of the Vallantians.

Before they collapse from exhaustion, they will be buried quietly in a place where no one can see, amidst the laughter of everyone, with a wake of regret.

For example, Blackwater Lane.

After all, they were not Wilantes, so there was no way they would be buried in the same place as the losers of the Wilantes.

As you walked in this "garbage treatment plant", several players whispered to each other in low voices, exchanging words that might get them beaten if the locals understood them.

Medical Miracle: "...Actually, the Wilantes were not extreme enough. They allowed the sugarcane bagasse to rot at their doorstep instead of burying it in the desert."

Angry Fatty Liver: "No, if you drive people into the desert, wouldn't they become predators?"

Pickled Fish: "She can also be a goblin mother."

Medical Miracle: "Tsk, that's the important point, I said buried. You treated me like a treat to a restaurant, and you politely walked me to the door."

Angry Fatty Liver: "Are you crazy?! Then who will do the work for you?"

Pickled Fish: "+1, you are a bit too extreme."

Listening to the conversation of the three cerebral palsy men behind him, the Taran Raider's head was filled with black lines.

How does he feel that he has recruited another group of valuable people?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this was also the case before. His Desert Corps had never recruited normal people.

No wonder he couldn't reach T0!

No matter how you think about it, it’s all these members’ fault!

"Shut up, you guys, don't you think your foreign language is not impressive enough here?"

After hearing what their boss said, the three players finally stopped for a while.

It's not because they have convinced the boss.

The main reason is that I am worried that if the colorful pen messes up the task later, I will be blamed.

Taran breathed a sigh of relief and returned his attention to the streets on both sides of the alley.

In order not to make his team look like they were on an outing, he specially brought only three close friends he had just met. As for the remaining thirty new members, he arranged for them to stay in a hotel.

After entering the great desert, they will be useful.

As for now, too many people would get in the way, and they might be targeted by the Weirant people.

Finding clues isn't easy.

The houses on Blackwater Street were all built haphazardly. Not to mention the house numbers, some houses even had to find their doors for a while.

The address on the note was also very abstract, and few people could even understand it when asking for directions.

But this is not difficult for him.

Taran's eyes searched along the street for a while, and his eyes quickly shone with light.

"The Horseshoe Tavern... has three facades from the right. Go into the alley and turn right. You've found it! It's right here, follow me!"

Seeing his excited look, the medical miracle who was following him couldn't help but remind him.

"Boss...we've passed that horseshoe-shaped signboard three times."

The pickled fish on the side also nodded with an affirmative expression on his face.

"+1, I'm impressed too."

Taran's face turned red and she glared at him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The medical miracle suddenly looked innocent.

"I've been asking you what you're looking for for a long time, but you told me not to ask and follow me. You thought you knew where you were going... You should have told me if you were lost."

Taran blushed and was speechless.

The pickled fish next to him glanced at the unreliable leader suspiciously and said hesitantly.

"...Brother, are you okay or not?"

Taran said angrily.

"...Shut up!"

The three players exchanged glances with each other, the suspicion in their eyes getting stronger and stronger.

Maybe...

Maybe this mission really isn't that important.

Otherwise, it is really difficult to explain why the task was given to this scammer...

The four people at this moment did not know that at the same time as they turned into the alley, several Wilant soldiers appeared in the place where they passed before.

Although the Southern Army and the Alliance did not declare war on each other, both sides had already fought their brains out in Borneo Province. At this time, people from the Alliance suddenly appeared on the territory of the Southern Army. How could they not be targeted?

Even if you have a visa from Triumph City, it won’t work!

As early as when the blue gophers got off the pier, the garrison stationed near the pier focused on them and caught a group of them at the door of the hotel.

The garrison planned to interrogate the suspected spies in blue coats separately, but when counting the number of people, they found that the number of people they captured did not match the number of people who disembarked.

Upon discovering that a fish had slipped through the net, the garrison commander immediately sent someone to chase it.

In this way, this group of guards, led by a captain of ten, chased them all the way from the dock to Blackwater Street in the north.

Seeing that they were about to catch up, they turned a few corners and found that they were missing.

"Damn, I lost you!"

The captain who led the team had a sullen face and cursed in front of the smelly street.

The several Wilante guards who followed him looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Their eyes looked around at the dark alleys and the closed doors and windows.

Although Blackwater Lane is considered the boundary of Yongye Port, ordinary Weiland people will not come here at all.

Following the captain, a guard swallowed and asked nervously.

"Boss...what should we do now?"

The centurion squinted his eyes and searched both sides of the street for a while.

There's definitely something wrong with these blue gophers.

If there was no problem, why would they run away?

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and got off immediately.

"These guys can't run far, they must still be in the area near Blackwater Street... Contact the local gang and offer a reward!"

The guard looked solemn and immediately took the order.

"yes!"

…

Getting lost was just an episode during the journey and did not affect the Desert Corps' mission.

Following the small piece of paper provided by the [Key NPC], Taran followed the diagram to find the next key NPC in the task chain - the mercenary of Nok.

Everything goes as smoothly as the ancestral toilet of the "Cup Club".

Looking at the man leaning against the door of the small house with stubble covering his chin, [Talan Raider] vividly confessed what he was here for and who he was looking for, focusing on sincerity.

After listening to his narration, the NPC "Nok" standing at the door touched his unshaven chin and said thoughtfully.

"Martin... this name sounds familiar to me, but I can't remember it for a while. How about you come back in a few days?"

Taran was overjoyed when he heard this, but without any expression on his face, he calmly took out two twenty dinars.

"Maybe this will help you remember something."

Looking at the gold coin in his hand, the unshaven man suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face, and then accepted it with a smile.

"Martin! I remembered, I know this guy! I had a drink with him yesterday, at that 㳍... 㳍 or something pub at the intersection."

"The Horseshoe Tavern, right?"

Admiring the shocked face, Taran smiled slightly, threw two heavy gold coins into his hand, and patted his greasy shoulder.

"...This is just a deposit. If you can bring him to me, the final payment will be a hundred times this amount."

Hearing the big promise promised by the leader, the three younger brothers following him took a deep breath.

4000 dinars!

Even if converted into silver coins at the best exchange rate, it would still cost 800 silver coins!

This amount of money is a small amount for those big guys, but it is still a lot for newcomers like them.

It can be seen that their leader has spent a lot of money on this mission!

The man from Nok had a greedy expression on his face and put the gold coins into his arms.

"No problem, but...how should I contact you after I find him?"

Taran smiled lightly and said slowly.

"I've been staying at the Oak Barrel Hotel in the port area these days. The eye-catching beer barrel is the sign. You can find the waiter at the hotel and tell me my name, Taran, and he will bring you to see me."

His brothers had booked the whole hotel, and there were all his people there.

Although there are many newbies in his corps, he is not a newbie, but his presence in the server is relatively low.

After participating in so many expansion packs and picking up so many pieces of wool from Aguang, it was still easy for him to invest a mere 4,000 dinars.

As long as you can complete the task, it's all worth it.

After explaining the things that needed attention, Taran turned around and left with his three younger brothers.

Seeing the leader's "done it" look, Pickled Fish asked worriedly.

"Boss, is this all over?"

Taran smiled lightly, with a confident expression on his face.

"It's too early to say it's over, but it's almost there."

Since that Martin guy is at the port, everything is much easier to explain.

Local gangs might be better at finding people than the police.

The next thing to do is to wait patiently for the flowers to bloom.

Fatty Liver, who was silent, frowned and whispered thoughtfully.

"But I always feel it's a bit too simple... It's such a coincidence that Martin is here in Yongye Port?"

"Indeed..." Medical Miracle touched his chin, "If this task is really that simple, wouldn't it be possible for anyone to do it?"

Seeing that these cheaters looked down on him, Taran rolled his eyes.

"You know nothing about this ability."

Angry Fatty Liver: "..."

Pickled Fish: "The boss is awesome!"

Watching the silhouettes disappear at the entrance of the alley, the man from Nok turned around and returned to the house, and gently closed the rusty iron door.

The moment he closed the door, the bright smile disappeared from his face, and his two soybean-sized eyes shone fiercely.

A bald man in a vest carrying a rusty saw turned out of the next room and looked at "Nock" who returned to the house and asked.

"Boss, who is outside?"

The man had a centipede-like scar tattooed on his collar, which looked very ferocious.

If any locals were here, they would be scared to death by this scar.

His name is York, and his nickname is "Doctor", but what he usually does is not seeing doctors, but leading a group of hyena gang boys to collect debts on Blackwater Street.

As for the man he respectfully calls the boss, he is naturally not a "Nock" either. He is Morse, the leader of the Hyena Gang.

The gangsters on Blackwater Street called him "Broken Finger."

The reason for this name is because almost half of the gamblers on Blackwater Street have left their fingers on him.

"I don't know, they are a group of outsiders, and they seem to come from a very far away place... There is a smell of ocean tide on their dinars."

Putting the tip of his nose against the two gold coins and taking a deep breath, Morse narrowed his eyes slightly, and a playful smile gradually appeared on the corners of his upturned mouth.

"They know me, Nok, but they don't recognize my face... I guess they don't actually know the person in this room."

York, who had a scar on his chest, had a sharp look in his eyes and said with a sinister smile.

"Maybe they can pay for the dead dog."

"Repay the money?" Morse smiled faintly and said slowly, "York, open your mind a little. Are you satisfied just by paying back the money?"

4000 dinars?

He was so generous when he opened his mouth. If he didn't cost them 40,000 yuan, Jianyi would be sorry for his reputation as a "broken finger"!

With greed in his eyes, Morse paused for a moment and said with a smile.

"Jujue told me that we can get more from those Kaizi... more, more, more."

The richest people in this port are the merchants who go to sea.

After all, in their eyes, the most profitable dock serves that group of merchants.

The key figure is a Martin guy, and they seem to have mentioned an Enlightenment organization.

Morse didn't care what the organization was, he only cared about how much money he could make.

As he spoke, he passed by York and entered the next room.

I saw a skinny man sitting in the corner.

His face was black and blue, his eye sockets were sunken, his forehead bones were protruding, and he looked like a dying wild dog.

This guy is the real Nock.

It is said that this unlucky guy was once a "powerful" figure in the market. He once worked as a sailor for a wealthy man in a certain triumphal city. The settlements he visited could fill a thick book.

Unfortunately, he had bad luck and turned to be a mercenary. He did not get rid of the bad gambling habit he picked up when he was a sailor. He also got involved in the "snake grass" from Snake State to Yongye Port, and owed him a lot of money. A debt of nearly twenty thousand dinars.

For ordinary people, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

The Hyena Gang spent a thousand dinars to acquire this bad debt, so naturally they couldn't be satisfied with just getting back 40 dinars.

They never trade at a loss.

When he knelt down next to Nok, Morse took the dagger from the hand of the younger brother on the side, and gently patted Nok's trembling face with the back of the knife.

"Do you know a guy from Martin?"

The fearful look in his eyes was like seeing a demon, and Nox shook his head tremblingly.

"No, no... I don't recognize it - ahhhh!!!"

Heart-rending tragedy rang out in the room, and a dagger was inserted into his thigh.

The blade was completely gone.

Seeing the heart-rending misery gradually turning into breathless sobs, Morse smiled at the dead dog and reached out to cover his mouth gently.

"Shh... don't be so miserable, I avoided your arteries."

When he said this, his conversation suddenly changed again.

"But that won't happen next time... You'd better think it through before answering my question."

As he spoke, he placed his calloused palm on the handle of the dagger, squinting his eyes slightly and moving closer.

"Enlightenment meeting, Martin, did you think of anything when you heard these two words?"

Nok, who was opening and closing his mouth, shrank back in fear, with the back of his head pressed against the wall, his eyes fixed on the dagger stuck in his leg, like a pig entering a slaughterhouse.

His consciousness was on the verge of fainting, and he didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

If it had been before, he would never have been driven to the end by a few villains.

However, he is no longer who he was, and gambling and drugs have emptied his body.

Morse was getting a little impatient with the wait. The dagger he held was slightly weak, ready to show the dead dog some color.

At this moment, a boy came in from outside and said in a low voice.

"Boss, the Weirant people have issued a reward, saying that several spies from the alliance have sneaked into Blackwater Street...1,000 dinars for the dead and two thousand for the alive."

Morse's eyes narrowed.

"The reward...where did it come from?"

The younger brother responded immediately.

"Port garrison!"

York looked at Morse and said with some excitement.

"... Do you want to do this job?"

The work done by Weirant people is generally relatively reliable. They get whatever they say they will pay, and they never fail to pay.

Since the people in the garrison are worthy of their favor, it would be best to find a guard whom they know as a favor.

Morse didn't answer. He thought silently for a while and looked at the younger brother with a frown.

"In addition to the news about the reward? Is there any other news? For example... about the characteristics of the spies, the location of the last sighting, etc."

The younger brother was stunned for a moment, thought hard for a while and then answered.

"...The people from the garrison didn't say anything clearly. They just said that we should pay attention to new faces."

When he said this, something stirred in his heart, as if he was remembering something.

"Ah, by the way, I heard from the guard that they seemed to have lost him at an intersection not far from here. He told us to look for him more around here."

York, who was standing aside, muttered in a low voice.

"The nearby intersection...the intersection of Qianqian and Yu? Next to the Horseshoe Tavern."

Horseshoe Tavern!

Upon hearing this name, Morse showed a surprised expression at first, and then his eyes narrowed quickly.

At this moment, the boy nodded quickly and continued talking.

"Yes, yes, it's right next to that tavern... and also, they seem to have caught a batch of them. It's at the entrance of an oak barrel hotel in the port area."

"Can you finish what you have to say in one go? Don't act like you're squeezing out toothpaste." York slapped the boy on the back of the head and cursed.

The younger brother had a frightened expression on his face and shrank his neck tremblingly.

"That's it..."

"It's actually them..."

Listening to Morse talking casually, York had a surprised expression on his face.

"Boss... do you know them?"

"Rather than saying I know you, it's better to say they were at our door just now." Morse had a strange expression on his face.

Is this too much?

York was stunned for a moment, and then threw away the saw in ecstasy.

"I'm going to chase them right now!"

Looking at York who was about to go out in a hurry, Morse pulled out the dagger inserted in Nok's thigh and motioned to the boy next to him to bandage him.

"You don't know what he looks like. Let me go with you."

The Enlightenment, Martin...even involved Alliance spies.

The 1,000 dinars were well spent.

Morse's shoulders shook slightly, and a pleasant smile appeared on his face.

What ordinary people see is risk, but what he sees is golden dinar.

Things are getting interesting...

Nok, who was dying and leaning against the wall, looked desperately at the madman in front of him.

He always felt that he was involved in something terrible...

…

At the same time when the gang members in Blackwater Lane were all agitated, on the roof of an abandoned factory not far from Nok's house, two men were holding binoculars and looking at Fang Yan in Blackwater Lane.

The two of them, like the guy from [Tallan Raider], are veteran players who qualified for closed testing in the early stages of the beta test. They have played for more than two years, and their levels are both above level 30.

As the best among the dawdling players, although they are not as good as those T1 and T2 bosses who are stirring up the storm in the wasteland world, they have seen a lot of tricks to cut leeks.

They have seen both players' routines and NPC's routines.

It was precisely because of this that they didn't pay any attention to the guy's deception and left the team as soon as they landed.

As expected, something happened to the rookies not long after they left.

Those guys with Big Nose and Brother Fang had their brains beaten out of them in Borneo Province. These guys actually went through the customs with the visas issued by Triumph City and even checked into a hotel.

This is not taking the "realism" of this game seriously at all!

However, from the perspective of the overall situation, this is not a bad thing.

Those newbies apparently landed with electronic passports issued by the Alliance. In other words, their legal status was recognized by Triumph City.

It is impossible for the Southern Army to find any evidence of spies from them. As for the forged evidence, they can only deceive their own people at best.

For the alliance, this matter can be used as a bargaining chip that can play a role in external games.

Anyway, the ones being detained are "clones", so it doesn't count as risking the lives of citizens.

Even if you accidentally "die heroically", you can just wait three days and it will be over.

In addition, Taran did not know that he was not the only one to receive the mission.

The two old players standing on the top of the building have now determined that as long as they are over level 30, they can trigger the task of investigating the enlightenment meeting.

There are only three players on the entire ship who are above level 30.

"That fool caused quite a stir. The whole Blackwater Alley was in a state of agitation."

[Desert Eagle] chuckled and put down the telescope in his hand.

The teammates standing next to him looked at him and asked.

"Just leave him alone?"

The desert eagle shrugged, disapproving.

"There's no need to worry about it. What if he is caught... Besides, it's not a bad thing to let him make some noise. Going to find the Enlightenment Society in the desert is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It's better to alert the enemy. Let the other party know that we are looking for them, and maybe they will look for us in turn. "

"By then, we might be able to find some clues."

In fact, the mission briefing made it very clear that the Alliance's Guards Corps was not sure that the Enlightenment Society was involved in the war in Borneo. They only heard that a researcher with the identity of a refuge resident appeared on the Southern Army side.

That guy developed a virus called "Death Agent" using technology from the Age of Prosperity.

This is very similar to what the Enlightenment would do.

Considering that most of the colonies of the Southern Legion are located on the edge of the Great Desert, the Alliance reasonably speculates that the Southern Legion should have reached some kind of agreement with the Enlightenment.

There is a lot of freedom in this task.

Any intelligence confirmed to be valuable can be exchanged for contribution points and silver coins, and as the investigation deepens, further hidden tasks may be triggered.

However, precisely because of this ultra-high degree of freedom, the difficulty behind this task will definitely not be small.

Just like the mother nest of Baiyue Province, no one has completed the tasks that were issued when I went to 㹓.

After listening to this idiot's plan, [Junichiro Xiaokawa] couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"It's really cool...this wave of selling teammates is really cool."

There is no yin and yang meaning.

He really thinks it's awesome.

However, Sha Diao was not satisfied with his statement and refuted it with a click of his tongue.

"It's not about betraying teammates, it's about trying to scare others away from the grass and throwing stones to ask for directions. Learn from it!"

Strictly speaking, these individual players are stones thrown by the managers.

And it’s the kind of person who is willing to take the bait.

As for that fool from Taran, it was the stone he threw.

If that guy is caught and dies, the Enlightenment Society might take action to find him.

The comedian was amazed after hearing this.

"If you say yes, then that's it."