This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 65.2

For the players who wanted to be online 24 hours a day, this post was simply too tempting!

From twelve o'clock in the morning to six o'clock in the morning, there are 6 hours. 1.5 silver coins and 10 contribution points per hour, which was 9 silver coins and 60 contribution points in total!

Apart from the lower contribution points at the night shift, the six-hour monetary gain was almost equal to the income of other normal players.

Almost as soon as Chu Guang's voice fell, twenty-seven pairs of hands were raised in the air.

After all, Chu Guang didn't make it clear that raising two hands was the same as raising one hand.

However, this kind of trivial matter was not important at all.

Chu Guang asked Little Seven to register the eight players who raised their hands first, then went to the locker in the buffer room, took out the weapons locked in the locker and distributed it to them.

Eight people shared four 7mm revolver rifles, divided into four two-person teams. Each team was responsible for one wall of the base, one person holding a gun and the other holding bullets.

In addition, each person also carried a wooden bow, nine arrows, a Molotov cocktail, and a DIY grenade made of black powder and cans.

Chu Guang especially told them that if the mutants came close, they could shoot or drive them away with a bow and arrow. No shots should be fired when they were not close to the fence, and they should not waste the explosives.

If it was an unidentified survivor, use a bow and arrow to drive them 30 meters away. If the opponent continued to approach without revealing their intentions, or even committed hostile behavior, they were allowed to fire freely.

If it was a mutant human, they should not hesitate to fire directly.

They would definitely do the same anyway...

...

Under the envious eyes of other players, the eight guards stood on the elevator with their heads high and returned to the surface first.

As the four teams arrived at the wall and took their place, the rest of the players were also led by Chu Guang to the ground.

Outside the nursing home, the galaxy shone as bright as fire.

The eyes of the players who had never seen such a clear night sky before were wide open, trying to imprint the scene before them in their minds forever.

"It's so beautiful..."

"Is this really a wasteland?"

"So you can really see clouds at night!"

"You take the game effects too seriously.”

"It would be nice if I could live in this world forever."

"Hehe, stop dreaming, if you really came to this world, can you even survive two episodes?"

"Uh, then forget it."

"..."

The ban on cement kilns, blast furnaces and other open flame facilities at night was lifted.

With the expansion of the players' range of activities, it has become meaningless to try to stay hidden. If he continued doing it, it would be nothing more than self-deception.

Besides, the dozen or so guns in the base were not toys.

Chu Guang needed all these production facilities to be working, preferably running 24 hours a day, to maximize production capacity and produce weapons, protective gear, tools, parts, and building materials for the outpost.

Besides, these players finally got the chance to go online at night, he couldn’t just let them log into the game doing nothing, right?

For them, having nothing to do was much more uncomfortable than doing something!

On a three-meter-high concrete wall.

[Rich_elve_king] and [Irene] were responsible for the security work of the southern section of the wall.

According to the distribution of forces around the shelter, the south and west sides should be the safest. One was leaning on the scavengers' colony and the other was leaning on the lake, so they didn’t need to be too nervous.

Even if there were mutants, mutant humans, or marauders, they would come from the east and the north.

Unless they knew how to use tactics.

But was it really necessary?

The two players stood behind a cover formed by the door of an old car while looking at the dark forest 20 meters away, passing the time with small chats.

Irene: "It would be great if this game had a built-in browser. At least, I could watch some anime. But this is really boring, can’t we use bots to guard the wall?"

Rich_elve_king: "Built-in browser? Haha, I would already be very happy if a visual property panel can be rolled out in the next update. Speaking of which, that damn hamster was right. The alpha 0.4 version really rolled out the concept of defense, but I don't know when the green-skinned muscle guys will attack us."

Irene: "How do you know that it was not the devs who added it last minute after seeing the post?”

Rich_elve_king: "How can this be added last minute? Do you have any ideas about making games? Brother, do you think that this kind of big project that can cost tens of billions of chinese yuan at every turn can be changed easily? According to the game designer, just to solve the currency system, they held a meeting for three days!"

Irene: "Of course I know, they even said that they sacrificed a programmer to implement the night gameplay. But if you really fell for their tricks, you-”

“Shush!" Rich_elve_king suddenly became alert and made a silencing gesture, "Don’t make any sound...... there’s movement outside?!"

“Are you serious.."

Did they really trigger the defense plot?

The two players nervously leaned against the cover to hide themselves. While carefully watching the outside, their hands had firmly pulled the bowstring, the arrow also placed on the string.

Is it a human?

Or mutants?

The creepy feeling lingered in their hearts.

However, it was dark outside, and nothing could be seen.

Rich_elve_king tried to open his eyes as big as possible, and his [Thermal Vision] scanned along the edge of the forest. However, it was the first time he used this skill that needed to be actively triggered. He was not proficient at all and found nothing.

Irene couldn't help urging.

"Did you see anything, brother?"

"Can’t see shit! Do you think my eyes are telescopes?" Rich_elve_king cursed, wishing he could be a perception type player.

Unfortunately, he was an agile type player.

This talent was completely useless at the moment.

Irene comforted himself in his heart, at least with these scraps of copper and iron as a cover, and the other party would not be able to see them as well.

In fact, his judgment was correct.

The other party really couldn't see them, so they didn't act rashly.

In the forest, a pair of sharp eyes stared at the wall and the man’s gaze moved along the outline of the wall, seeming to be weighing the pros and cons.

The sound of forging metal and people’s noises could be heard from inside the wall.

Ten people?

No, it was a settlement with at least 20 or even 30 people.

The conversation on the wall stopped abruptly, probably the guards had noticed him.

It showed that the people here were very vigilant!

A trace of fear was imprinted on those pupils, and he quietly moved back into the darkness behind him, ending this round of scouting...

His mission was to escort the tribute back, and not to cause extra trouble.