This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 182.1: Exoframe, Black Suitcase

"... This is the voice of Boulder Town, and we are now interrupting your regular program to bring you a piece of breaking news. The Black Snake mercenary group had clashed with local survivors during its mission in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City. Despite having absolute advantages in terms of tactics and equipment, unfortunately, they encountered a group of shameless people."

"The mercenaries stationed near the subway station fought heroically, but they were eventually overwhelmed by the huge number of survivors. At present, the entrance to the subway station has been controlled by the hillbillies in the northern suburbs, and our Captain Pritt and the rest of the group members have to retreat into the subway station to find another way out.”

“This station will continue to monitor the situation near the Flower Garden Street subway station. Let us pray for Captain Pritt for three seconds, and hope that he can come back alive."

Pray for him?

Absolutely not!

For those who lost money, it would already be nice enough not to scold those idiots for three days straight.

It was just twelve mercenaries after all, and they didn’t even necessarily care about their own miserable life. So no one would care about them other than the person who hired them.

The gamblers in Boulder Town only cared about their own wallets. They would only hope that all the bastards who caused them to lose money die outside, and it was best that they would not come back.

In the Two-Tailed Rat Tavern, there were angry shouts and curses, and even the bartender standing behind the bar couldn’t help but click his tongue.

It was rare for those alcoholics who were addicted to gambling to reach a consensus on the same thing. When they were bored, they would even quarrel over trivial things like how much water was mixed in the beer that day.

"What the fuck, I want my refund!"

"They can’t even beat a group of beggars. Such a disgrace!"

"I seriously suspect that this is a scam that old bastard Pritt set up with the Central Casino! Think about it, what good things can be found in the northern suburbs that it’s worth them to fly there?! Renting a military plane is not cheap, you know!"

"No matter what their commission is, don’t let me see that idiot in the tavern in the future! I swear I’ll spit in his face!"

"Central Casino has also fallen to such an extent. They actually set up a bet for such a boring thing! They might as well set up a bet for guessing the weather the day after tomorrow, at least this will be much more fair!"

People’s joys and sorrows were always different.

When the gamblers in Boulder Town were cursing at the twelve mercenaries of the Black Snake mercenary group, wishing that they were all killed by the barbarians, Jerry, who was squatting on the ground with his hands on his head trembling non-stop, was praying. He hoped that for the sake of their surrender, the survivors would spare their lives.

Although he had expected that he would have such an ending from the moment he became a mercenary, it did not mean that he was ready for it.

No one wants to die if they can live.

In the tunnel.

A dozen players were standing in front of a corpse, arguing with each other angrily.

"Damn it! So whose is this?"

"I stabbed him first!"

"Obviously my stab was more deadly!"

"You guys can take the contribution points. Just leave the silver coins to me."

"Get lost! We are all old players who have VMs, who needs contribution points?!"

Looking at the survivors who were arguing, Jerry couldn’t help feeling strange while shivering. He didn’t understand what those people were arguing about at all.

The next second, Jerry suddenly noticed that those people looking at him.

"... By the way, there is another captive here."

"Say, if we kill him, will it count as a kill?"

"His red name status is gone, so it probably won’t count as a kill."

"Yes… I remember it was written in the Resident Handbook that attacking neutral NPCs will be punished. And depending on the severity, the offender will be either jailed, or permanently repatriated. His mark on the map has become gray, so probably the bounty mission has been completed after he surrendered?"

"What about the reward? Did any one of you receive the bounty reward?"

"Emmm… Maybe it will be settled later? After all, it was like this before."

Although Jerry couldn’t understand what those people were discussing, the glances those people made from time to time made him feel a little uneasy.

He felt like fish on a chopping board.

Whether he could live depended entirely on their whims!

Finally, a man wearing a blue exoskeleton came over from the direction of the platform.

There was that ridiculously strong warhammer hanging from his back, but Jerry was pretty sure it wasn’t him who blocked all their firepower just now.

Moreover, Jerry clearly felt that the moment the man appeared, the surrounding survivors obviously showed a respectful attitude, and even the whispers became much quieter.

The man stopped in front of him. He looked down and asked, "Where’s your captain?"

Jerry swallowed and glanced at the shelter next to him. "He went in..."

Chu Guang looked to the side.

There was an open iron door with a no-entry sign printed on the door, and behind the door was a straight passage leading to the main entrance of the shelter, an iconic gear-shaped giant alloy door with a thickness of more than ten centimeters.

The entrance to Shelter 117, unlike the vertical entrance of Shelter 404, was built directly next to the subway tunnel.

Shelters with three-digit serial numbers belonged to the classification of a full cycle shelter, which could be completely physically cut off from the outside world when the door was closed. As long as the thermonuclear fusion reactor didn’t stop providing energy, the shelter could operate without any material exchange with the outside world.

Theoretically, if the people inside were determined not to leave and locked the door, no matter what the people outside did, everything would be useless. After all, it was a civil air defense facility built to resist strategic nuclear strikes, and its designers had long considered all possible situations including withstanding a megaton-yield nuclear strike.

However, Shelter 117 had obviously been abandoned for many years, and the reactor inside had long ceased to operate. It was okay to open the door with the backup power supply, but it was no longer possible to keep the full cycle system from running.

After thinking for two seconds, Chu Guang leaned down and stared into the eyes of the mercenary. "Ask him to come out."

Jerry moved back nervously. "It’s useless. Captain Pritt won’t listen to anyone, not just me... He doesn’t care about our lives at all."

Chu Guang smiled lightly, took out a long nail, and placed it gently in his hand.

That was the bullet for his gauss rifle, although it was an imitation made of pure steel.

The moment Jerry saw the bullet, his breathing stopped for a few seconds.

Chu Guang continued. "Go tell him."

"If he expects to get out of here with a set of exoframe, I’ll let him know what the price of stupidity is."

"Of course, if he gets scared and plans to spend the rest of his life in this shelter, I can help him. For example, I’ll seal this place with twenty tons of cement."

"Everything inside belongs to me. If I can’t get it, no one can take it away from me."

"If he’s really a smart man, he should give up the futile struggle and tell us who his employer is."

"That way, I might consider sparing his life."

...

Captain Pritt eventually surrendered.

When he saw the long nail in Jerry’s hand through the camera, he made a choice between surrendering and fighting back to his last breath without much effort.

There was no need to hesitate at all.

The reactor of the abandoned shelter had long been turned off, and the cold fusion battery plugged into the backup power supply was barely enough to keep the light on and open the door, it was not enough to keep him alive.

Not to mention guarding the gate until his death.

He would be able to do so for a week at most, and he would most definitely die of starvation or thirst.

He was just a mercenary who took the task for money, but he did not have the ideological consciousness of sacrificing himself for the mission.

The door of the shelter slowly opened.

Leaving the weapon at the door of the buffer room, Pritt, who held the back of his head with both hands, walked out from the gate of the shelter under the watchful eyes of the players.

Looking at Chu Guang standing at the door, he lowered his head and said in a low voice. "I surrender... I hope you keep your promise."

"It depends on your honesty," Chu Guang continued, looking at him, "Tell me, who is your employer?"

Pritt glanced at the surrounding survivors and swallowed. "Sir, we are just mercenaries who work for money, and we are not qualified to meet our employer. The middleman who gave us the mission is called White Shark. The advance payment and the magnetic card of the Shelter 117 were all given to us by him..."

White shark?

Chu Guang looked at him and continued. "What exactly is your mission?"

Pritt explained, "Our employer entrusted us to find a black suitcase, which is said to be in the administrator’s office of Shelter 117. In addition, our employer also mentioned that there is an exoframe here, which is said to be the shelter administrator’s private collection. But the middleman told me that our employer is not sure whether it is still here or not, and only mentioned that if we see it, remember to bring it back, and he will give us an extra reward.”

Chu Guang smiled lightly and said, “It seems like your employer is very familiar with this shelter."

Pritt swallowed and said, "I think so too… I feel like he might be from Shelter 117, but I haven’t met with him before, and I’m not even sure if he is in Boulder Town or not."

Chu Guang looked at him and continued to ask. "Where can I find White Shark?"

"The Pirate’s Bay Tavern in Boulder Town. He’s the owner there, and many mercenaries often go there to get work." Pritt, who was worried that Chu Guang was dissatisfied with his answer, continued with a nervous expression, "Sir, we really don’t know who our employer is... But if you want to chat with White Shark, I can help you."

Chu Guang smiled lightly. "Don’t worry, I will find him."