This Game Is Too Realistic
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The two mercenaries looked at each other silently, not daring to speak, only daring to make eye contact.

'This is the first time I have seen a person in a blue coat that is this cruel.'

'I bet it's the first time for our boss too.'

'He is a ruler.'

'He is ruthless. But I like it.'

...

There were 29 marauders captured in Wetland Park, 10 of which were seriously injured. Most likely, they would not be able to survive tonight.

There were about 30 people in the marauder's underground cells. Including the two marauder’s juvenile soldiers that had just been locked in, there were a total of 32 people, but half of them were seriously injured, and some were on the verge of dying, looking miserable.

According to the negotiation between Chu Guang and Hein, all marauders could be packaged to them regardless of minor injuries or serious injuries. In exchange, Hein needed to provide him with a batch of goods of equal value.

There were 31 marauder captives.

Without a unified currency, it was difficult to estimate the accurate price. Therefore, Chu Guang simply used the “coarse salt”, a specialty of Red River Town, as the equivalent and charged him 20 kilograms of coarse salt per captive.

When Chu Guang exchanged dried meat for salt from Sun Shiqi, almost three kilograms of meat were exchanged for one kilogram of salt. According to this rate, it was equivalent to 60 kilograms of dried meat for a person.

He thought it was reasonable.

Although Hein didn't think of dried meat, the transaction price was barely acceptable to him.

A strong laborer only needed to be trained a little, and if it was sold to the mine owners in Red River Town, it was not a problem to double or triple the price.

Disabled captives were not a problem. Red River Town lacked food but no nutrient cream. After feeding them until the beginning of spring next year, some people would be interested in buying their organs, if they were still alive at that time.

The only trouble now was that Hein didn't carry so many goods with him.

This time, in order to make the final sale before the winter, he only carried some Qingquan City hard currency—that was, those plastic chips.

It was no problem to buy two or three strong laborers with the number of chips he had, but buying 30 of them... was still a bit unrealistic.

Hein tried to make a last-ditch effort, looking at Chu Guang and saying, "We didn't bring anything with us. But I can use my credibility to guarantee that I will bring what I promised next spring!"

Chu Guang sneered. "You think I would believe you? If you have credibility, we won't stand here to talk about business. Anyways, Red River Town is only two days away from here. You can go back and get it now."

Hein exclaimed in shock. "You're crazy, it's winter now! And it was just snowing a few hours ago! You’re really asking me to go back to Red River Town and come back?"

Chu Guang said indifferently. "It's just the beginning of winter, and it was only a flurry earlier. The temperature on the surface didn't even drop below zero. You call that snow? You weren’t afraid to come to my outpost as a peacemaker, but you are worried about this risk?"

Bring two or three people back, or thirty people?

There would not be many opportunities to do this kind of business.

After weighing the pros and cons, Hein quickly made a decision.

In principle, no caravan would be willing to do business at this time.

But when the benefits outweigh the risks, principles are just principles.

Chu Guang was satisfied with his decision.

After all, if he disagreed, the gallows of justice would be busy again.

It was impossible for him to take out precious food to feed these marauders, and the benefits of doing so were far less than turning them into raw materials for calling the fourth natural disaster.

These people were inherently disobedient to discipline. It was commonplace to be lazy at work. It would take a lot of time and manpower to tame them, and even if the taming was successful, they would be far worse than the players.

So why bother?

Soon he would be able to open the B2 floor.

At that time, there would be more qualifications for the alpha testing to satisfy those long-awaited players.

...

After discussing the division of the trophies, Chu Guang ordered the players to go to the underground cells to free up space inside and leave it for the marauders in the brick factory.

When the gate of the underground cells was opened, the stench that rushed outwards almost suffocated the two players who opened the gate. Only after they let fresh air circulate for a while did they light up the torch and get back in again.

The deep and gloomy stone walls were covered with sticky stains. Occasionally, cockroaches as big as human fists crawled across the ground, and mice as big as shoes fought with each other for a rotting corpse.

The men and women with chains on their hands and feet looked blankly at the people who appeared at the entrance of the underground cells. There was no luster in their eyes, and there were only a handful of people with complete limbs. Some people had bugs as big as thumbs crawling on them, but they didn't care.

[Elf_Fugui_Wang] couldn't hold back and vomit on the spot. "I will never accept this kind of quest again next time."

[The_Escaping_Mole] was better, he even laughed and taunted Elf_Fugui_Wang, "Didn't you beg to come?"

"... I thought I could find an injured little Klee here."

"Hello! Admin! How do I contact the police here?"

Seeing the two people walking forward, [Irene], who walked to the door, stood still with a strange expression on his face, as if he was afraid of going in.

"I, I can help you guard the rear. There might still be some marauders around. We need to be careful."

Elve_king and Mole looked at each other, smiled in unison, and looked at the good brother together.

"No need, brother, come with us."

"The task is rewarded with 5 silver coins. We have to get people out."

"That's right," Brother Elf_Fugui_Wang grabbed Irene who was about to escape, and said with a smile, "C’mon, man, there are no marauders here."

"Let go of me! Ahhhhhhh!"

It took a lot of time to get all the prisoners in the underground cells to the surface, all while the search for loot on the other side also continued.

The players who searched for the loot almost turned the entire tire factory upside down.

They took not just the things that looked valuable at a glance, but even the pots and pans, tables, chairs, and benches used by the marauders for eating weren’t spared.

Speaking of this, there was an unexpected incident.

When the players searched the room of the marauder leader, they found a wooden torture tool inside. On the torture, the instrument hung a clone that already turned cold. Her fair skin was covered with stains and scars.

Chu Guang remembered her. She was the girl a caravan gunman pulled out of the caravan at the entrance of Bett Street while Liszt and Charlie were discussing business.

‘Why did the clone bought by the old leech appear in the camp of Bloodhand Clan?’

Chu Guang stroked his chin, lost in thought.

There were many possibilities in his mind, some were serious, and some were not so serious.

The four players who followed him into the room whispered behind him.

"Isn’t this game PG-13?"

"Ye…ah…?"

"Then why does it have R18 content?"

"R18 my ass! This is called ‘background setting’, alright! Do you understand what ‘background setting’ is? But then again, I have to go to the official website to praise this setting when I go offline. This game is really detailed. I hope this will not be deleted in the future public beta phase."

"I doubt we will be able to play it. Maybe we can go to the international server to play."

"However, our administrator is quite decent. It is really rare to have such a just, fair, and kind NPC in this wasteland where people’s hearts are colder than ice."

This sentence has been unanimously agreed on by the players.

These were the players' genuine opinions. From the many details they saw during the playing, they could see that their administrator was a charismatic leader.

Otherwise, why would the proprietress of the weapon shop always look at him secretly?

Hearing the conversation among the players, Chu Guang chuckled.

Of course.

If I was a normal wastelander, the clone hanging from that torture instrument would be you guys. How do you think these "commodities" are produced?

Pulling a piece of cloth casually and throwing it on her, Chu Guang looked at the players behind him.

"Take this poor woman down and take her away."

"Her remains can only be fed to cockroaches if we leave her here. It's better to use her remains to reignite the fire of civilization."

"In addition, please search this room carefully and report anything strange to me immediately."

"Be careful of the traps."

The four players said in high spirits.

"Yes, Sir!"

Searching for loot drops!

Going through NPCs’ chests!