This Game Is Too Realistic

Finally, someone else spoke up. "Why don’t we go to those blue coats for help? They even dealt with the Bloodhand Clan, and they had a fight with the Army before, maybe they can deal with those marauders..."

Before Brown could speak, someone next to him said in a mocking tone, "Those blue coats? They have no obligation to help us. When it’s a matter of life and death, they will hide in their rat’s nest as soon as possible, close the door, and hide for decades before coming out. Isn’t that what they did two centuries ago? I’ve heard many stories about them."

The boss of the inn said nervously, "Then… Then we’ll ask Boulder Town to take action..."

The man with the hunter hat shook his head. "We’ve run out of money."

"Then give them grains!"

Seeing everyone staring at him, Brown responded with anger to the unrealistic desires in the eyes of these poor bastards. "Grains? Where do you want me to get the grains? There are only seeds left in the warehouse for next spring. We can’t eat grass for a whole year."

"Then what are you going to do? We can’t do this, we can’t do that. Then are we just going to waste our time arguing?"

"I have no problem with running away. Anyway, we aren’t going to survive long like this. If we are lucky, we may be able to find a place to grow crops in the south before the spring of next year."

"Let’s have a show of hands, those who approve of running away, please raise…"

Brown, who was about to snap, took a deep breath to hold back his anger and said. "Come in."

The person who entered the room was Liu Zhengyue, the head of security under his command.

Shaking off the snow at the door, Liu Zhengyue walked into the warm room. "Sir, our neighbor has sent you a letter..."

Brown looked at him and asked. "What’s in the letter?"

Liu Zhengyue glanced at everyone at the table, then at Mr. Brown, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you want to read it here?"

A flash of impatience flashed across Brown’s face. But perhaps he felt that it was really inappropriate for so many people to listen, so he suppressed his impatience and waved his hand, signaling Liu Zhengyue to hand over the letter.

He opened the envelope as soon as he got his hands on it.

After pulling out the letter, Brown glanced through its contents and a hint of surprise immediately appeared on his face, but it was quickly replaced by suspicion and seriousness.

The middle-aged man with the hunter hat looked at him and asked, "What’s in the letter?"

"The invitation from our neighbor. But it’s nothing, it has nothing to do with you..." Mr. Brown replied casually, while carefully folding the letter and stuffing it into his pocket.

The people sitting at the wooden table looked at each other and exchanged distrustful glances.

Of course, they wouldn’t believe the old fox’s nonsense, but that was his territory, and if he didn’t plan to say it, they couldn’t force him.

"Okay, that’s enough discussion. We have been talking about this since dinner time. If you still want to continue arguing, please change places, and don’t do it here... It’s getting pretty irritating."

Although the guests in the living room were dissatisfied with his attitude, since the owner here had asked them to leave, it didn’t look good for them to remain. Getting to their feet, they left with displeased expressions.

Outside, the snow was heavy, but it didn’t feel as cold as when they were in the room earlier.

As the group walked out of the farm, the thin man rubbed his shoulders with his hands, glanced at the others around him, and said in a low voice, "Like I said, we won’t be able to defeat the Bonechewer Clan... We have only one option, that’s to run away like other survivors."

With a frown on his face, the older survivor asked, "Where did those people go?"

Hearing the question, everyone was dazed for some time. After exchanging glances, someone who understood the situation said. "I heard that some refugees seem to have gone to Longevity Town, which is a little further north of our place…"

"A little further north? Longevity Town?"

"Mhm, that town seems to belong to the blue coats. They had helped the Enterprise to deal with the Army, so the people from the Enterprise helped them build a town in the wilderness... That’s what I heard."

Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, the man with the hunter hat suddenly spoke, "I’m going to go to those blue coats’s wetland park in the north."

The inn owner looked at him in surprise. "Now? It’s getting dark..."

Although there were not many mutants going out to forage in winter, if he was going to visit the blue coats in the north, no one knew when he would be back.

It was true that they were all survivors from the northern suburbs, but they didn’t have much contact with those blue coats, so they couldn’t just take the liberty to ask them if they could stay for one night as soon as he met them, right?

"It’s not scary when it’s dark. What’s scary is that you won’t live to see the light of day again." Swallowed, the man with the hunter hat continued, "If we don’t want to become refugees, this may be our last hope."

...

In the mansion in Brown Farm.

Brown, who had sent off the guests, turned around and went to his closet. He took out his favorite coat and put it on his body, carefully adjusting the collar.

But soon, as if he thought of something, he took off the coat, stuffed it back before wearing one that was a little more worn.

As soon as he did, his wife came from the side, put her hand on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice, "It’s very late now. Are you still going somewhere?"

Brown responded perfunctorily, "Our neighbor has invited me to watch a movie, so I have to go. At least I have let them know that there’s nothing left for them to squeeze out of us."

"Can you not go?" Mrs. Brown asked.

Brown’s fingers adjusting the collar of his coat stopped suddenly. He was silent for a moment as he tried to compose himself. "I don’t know." He replied with uncertainty, "But I think... going is better than not going."

...

In the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base.

At the foot of the gentle slope, next to the road on the north side.

Two marauders in fur coats threw the picked-up dead branches into the burning iron bucket before sitting around it to gather their warmth.

Looking at the fire sparks floating up from the flame, the marauder, who had a trench stick hanging on his waist, couldn’t help but curse, "This damn weather... No one wants to be stuck on sentry duty…"

The marauder next to him heard it and glanced at the checkpoint on the slope involuntarily, "Shh, don’t let the captain hear you."

"So what if he heard it? He’s allowed to sleep with a woman in his bed, but I’m not allowed to complain?"

Thinking of the woman he met at the last survivor gathering point, he unconsciously licked his cracking lips.

Those are some big boobies…

He still remembered the expression of that woman changing from pain to despair. It was a pity that his superior went too far, and that woman didn’t survive in the end.

"Why do I feel that it’s getting colder today..."

"I’ll go pick up some more firewood." With that said, the marauder tightened the Ripper rifle on his back, stepped on the calf-deep snow, and walked into the woods beside him.

It was pitch-black everywhere.

However, it wasn’t a big problem for him to collect firewood because there were many dead branches falling on the snow.

He leaned down and touched the ground, and when he felt extreme cold coming from the ground below, he was stunned.

Huh?

Why is it so hard?

Two guns that stretched out from the darkness pointed against his forehead.

He realized what he was holding was no branch, but a bayonet that was smeared with mud, revealing a cold gleam.

Faced with the man lying in the snowdrift, his face gradually turned as white as snow.

The player who he was staring at was also dumbfounded.

Originally, he was well-hidden in the snowdrift, but who would have thought that the idiot would ignore so many dead branches near him and grab his gun instead.

God damn it! What should I do now?

Sideline Slacking communicated with the teammates next to him with his eyes.

Eye Owe Money was also at a loss for what to do.

How about… You wait for him to fire the first shot?

At this time, there was a shout from the fire beside the road, "Xiu, what are you dawdling at there?"

"I, I…" The marauder who was at gunpoint stuttered with trembling lips.

Hearing the trembling voice, the marauder who was near the fire immediately realized that something was wrong. He quickly raised the rifle in his hand while squatting before pulling the bolt. He yelled, "Who’s there!"

Seeing the scene through the drone, Chu Guang knew that the players in the forest could no longer stay hidden anymore.

However, it didn’t matter.

It was the feint group that was discovered. Although it was discovered a few minutes earlier, it did not affect the overall operation.

It’s time to test my micro-control!

Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and swiped in the air, the precompiled mission was immediately sent out.

[Time to Battle: 0s]

[Mission: Fire At Will! (Involved: All Teams in Group A)]

[Mission: Shell the target area! (Involved: Support Groups)]

"Light em up!"