This Game Is Too Realistic

Yin Fang then looked at the last black box, which was also the smallest of them all.

Its length and width were equivalent to an adult’s arm and forearm, and its thickness was only one palm’s width.

This was also the smallest black box recovered by Shelter 404 so far, even smaller than the box from Shelter 117.

It was just the size of a single carry-on suitcase, and its product was quite unique.

Following the step-by-step graphic tutorial printed on the black box, workers placed 100 grams of graphite, 10 liters of water, and a few iron shavings and other materials.

After about an hour or so, a syringe with a capacity of approximately 10 milliliters was slowly dispensed from the output port.

The syringe contained a pale yellow solution that Yin Fang examined curiously in his hand.

"What is this?" He asked.

"Induction serum..." Chu Guang read the small print on the black box in a soft voice, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He probably guessed the purpose of the item.

"Let Hyrja research the serum… It’s her area of expertise, and she should be very interested," said Chu Guang as he looked towards the three warehouse workers standing beside him and continued, "From now on, you will be responsible for the production of these 4 black boxes. I will assign some additional personnel to you, and how you distribute the work is up to you. However, I have only one requirement: ensure that there are 4 shifts and that the machines run 24 hours a day."

The three workers were both surprised and honored that the administrator had entrusted them with such an important mission, and they all had serious expressions on their faces.

"Rest assured, sir!"

"I swear by my life that I’ll complete the mission you have given me!"

"So am I!"

Seeing the three respond loyally, Chu Guang nodded approvingly. "I trust you."

Operating a black box didn’t require any good education. Even mutant humans could understand the idiot-proof tutorials on the black box, let alone workers who had been through literacy classes. Although these precision-made production devices designed for Doomsday were delicate, it was still somewhat difficult to break them.

In addition, all aboriginal people who could enter the shelter were loyal people who had a VM. Furthermore, there were surveillance cameras all over the shelter. If any problem arose, Little Seven would report it as soon as possible, basically ensuring that everything was foolproof.

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"Dear listeners, I am your dearest Mr. House. Today, the temperature is 13 degrees, and the third ring road to the west is very calm. Light rain has blessed out land to freshen the air and we have reason to believe that the air quality will be even better in the future. The Tide, haze, and rotten smell will be completely gone by the end of the month!"

"Let us cheer for our mayor, General Zhao Yongxu, and his militia who have fought a bloody battle on the front lines! Thanks to them conquering one Hive after another, Boulder Town can become the safe city it is today. "

"I can’t remember if we destroyed 51 or 54 Hives, but it’s a huge amount. Including the annihilated mutants and evolved bodies, their achievements are so numerous that we even lost count! Praise the Mayor!"

"There is no major news today, and nothing significant has happened in the southern River Valley Province. Since all of you are clamoring to hear about the situation in the north, I will talk about that a bit."

"Thanks to our aircraft, those country bumpkins there narrowly escaped a disaster. However, they seem to think that it is their achievement and are currently celebrating their victory.

"Our observer saw that they were smearing blood on their windows and doors, making a mess of their homes… They really are a barbaric bunch!"

"If you must head north, it’s best to stay away from them as far as possible!"

The static electricity and strange voice echoed alone in the empty reception room.

Meanwhile, outside the reception room of the outpost, a lively scene played out. There were also dazzling decorations everywhere.

A grand celebration was taking place.

A certain small broadcaster in Boulder Town could only guess about a fifth of what was happening. Those people in the outpost weren’t just celebrating their hard-earned victory, but also the arrival of a great era.

From the square in front of the nursing home to the commercial street at the North Gate, a massive crowd gathered. Survivors from the northern suburbs converged from all directions like pilgrims.

Some were just there to pay tribute to the administrator’s glory, while others had heard that something big was going to be announced that night and had rushed to grab a spot near the front.

Apart from the local survivors, there were also scavengers who emerged from other small surviving villages around or even traveling merchants and mercenaries from further areas. All of them went to join in the excitement. Sun Shiqi was also among the crowd.

Looking at the crowd, Sun Shiqi’s eyes widened with amazement and almost popped out of their sockets.

There hadn’t been so many people in the northern suburbs, let alone so many people gathering in one place. He still remembered the last time he came, the place was so desolate it couldn’t even be considered a small village.

Not to mention the neatly dressed guards who maintained order at the scene… Back then, they couldn’t even produce a few iron pipe rifles! They bought all their stock from Red River Town!

Back then, Sun Shiqi even doubted that the blue coats were a bunch of imposters!

"This is really incredible..." Being squeezed by the crowd to the point that he almost suffocated, Sun Shiqi continued to mutter to himself in excitement.

What a huge market!

"Yes, it’s indeed incredible," replied a familiar voice beside him.

Sun Shiqi turned his head and saw an acquaintance in the crowd. "You’re here too?"

Standing behind her elder brother Frost Stove, Frost River smiled. "My family lives here. Is that strange?"

As she spoke, there was a hint of pride in her voice.

Sun Shiqi intended to continue chatting with the young girl, but he noticed the muscular and imposing man in front of him staring at him with suspicion. His expression was full of distrust.

Feeling suffocated by the crowds, Sun Shiqi cleared his throat and put on a harmless smile, but he had already been pushed to another part of the market.

The crowd gathered was at least 2,000 to 3,000 people strong. Those local survivors who had not arrived at the scene also gathered at the municipal hall in Longevity Town or the castle on Baker Street. There were TVs made up of VM screens there. Although the TVs were not large, it was easier to see than in the crowded market.

In the square in the center of the crowd…

Chu Guang, who wore his deep blue exoframe, stood on the third floor of the nursing home that had been repaired.

There was only 1 wall that had not been sealed, and it was the spot where Little Seven would usually be stationed.

If there was nothing else to do, Chu Guang would occasionally sit there to accompany it for a while. He would also use drones to spy on the players.

Although the outpost had been established in an orderly manner, and the commercial street in the north had expanded all the way to the Bull and Horse Brick Factory, only the nursing home remained the same.

Old White stood in the crowd and looked up at the nursing home in front of him, his face full of nostalgia. "I repaired the window on the second floor…”

"That’s nothing. I rebuilt the wall on the first floor.” Sword Execution chuckled.

At first, the leader of the construction team was Old White, but later on, it was handed over to him. As a civil engineering graduate, not only had he and his team repaired the nursing home, but also constructed more than half of the buildings in the outpost.

Old White smiled. "It doesn’t matter! I made all the bricks and cement!"

Night Ten sighed, "Do you guys have to compare everything?"

"Yeah," Ample Time gave them a side glance, "Even the brat Night Ten also thinks you guys are childish…"

Night Ten jumped up like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on. "What the hell?! Get lost! What do you mean brat?! Old man, are you jealous that I’m younger than you?"

Quit Smoking laughed out loud.

Seeing Night Ten’s face redden from anger, Gale couldn’t help but snort, probably failing to hold back his laughter.

Standing beside Gale, Lone Wolf watched the blue exoframe curiously. He didn’t care too much about the celebration. He was only interested in the impressive looking machine.

"Is that thing really powered by nuclear fusion?" after some time, he asked.

Gale glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "I think so."

Lone Wolf looked surprised. "I thought you would be more curious than me."

Gale did not answer his question, but Lone Wolf always felt that there were unspoken words in his expression.

Not far away, Roshan raised Tail and Sisi in excitement. Her huge body was extremely conspicuous in the crowd, but both the aboriginal people and the players were accustomed to seeing the white bear.

She was even awarded a medal by the administrator for delivering ammunition on the front line.

Whenever the fascinating story was mentioned, the aboriginal people couldn’t help but feel emotional. The outpost was truly a place full of tolerance, where even bears could live like humans as long as they worked hard enough.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?"

"Woohoo, thank you Roro! Roro is amazing!"

"I saw it, I saw it! Oh my, it’s so high!"

"Wait, where’s Teng Teng? Why isn’t she here?" Roro anxiously looked around, but soon saw her excited face on Yaya’s shoulder.

They had been riding on each other all along.

It was the basic shenanigans in FPS games.

The only pity was that the models in this game were too realistic. The physics effects and collision volumes were too real. It was hard to stand still on top of a teammate’s head, so they just made do by riding on the necks.

Teng Teng, who was usually very quiet, was abnormally excited today. After all, it was the celebration she personally organized! It was much more fun than planning a company team-building activity!

"How much longer?"

"Only 2 minutes left... Oh c’mon, don’t mess up my hair, my hairstyle will be ruined!" Yaya nervously looked around.

It was said that there were drones shooting promotional videos around as a commemorative memory for the end of the Alpha test. All online players would be in it.

It was her chance to appear in the official promotion video!

Yaya specially changed into her favorite clothes. She didn’t want her hair to look messy in the video.

It was 5:58 in the evening. There were only 2 minutes left before the celebration began.

Not only were the wastelanders eagerly waiting, but all players were also looking at the administrator standing on the third floor and Little Seven beside him with anticipation.

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