This Game Is Too Realistic

"Thirsty...water..."

She didn't know how long she had been in coma. When she gradually woke up, Xia Yan felt extremely hungry and her throat was as dry as if a soldering iron had been inserted into her throat.

My arms felt as heavy as lead.

Her vision was blurred as if there was a layer of fog. She tried hard to get up from the ground, but gave up after trying it for a while.

Until her eyes fell on the plastic bottles and packaging bags not far away.

Rushing forward, Xia Yan grabbed the plastic bottle, raising his head and pouring it into his mouth, regardless of what liquid was inside.

Thirst is instantly relieved.

Pouring the last drop of water into his mouth, Xia Yan threw away the bottle, and then like a starving ghost, he picked up the plastic wrapper from the ground and tore it open.

Her intuition told her that there was food in it!

However, when she saw the dark things inside, her hungry expression was obviously stunned.

What is this...

I got closer and smelled it, but it didn't smell bad.

After some hesitation, Xia Yan finally made up his mind and took a careful taste.

And the moment their lips and teeth touched, her expression suddenly paused, and then her pupils shook violently.

this!

What a smell!

Xia Yan stuffed the black stuff into her mouth, and after finishing it completely, she licked her lips with unfinished content. She even didn't let go of the plastic packaging, and she turned it over and licked it.

At this time, the alloy door in front of him opened.

Xia Yan raised his head and saw the man standing at the door.

"woke up?"

Instinctively shrinking back in fear, Xia Yan glanced at the clothes on her body and nodded bravely.

"Um."

"Is it delicious?"

Although he wanted to show some integrity, he refused to listen to her.

"tasty……"

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"Do you still want it?"

"I think so." Xia Yan nodded sharply.

Satisfied with her answer, Chu Guang nodded.

"The thing you just ate is called chocolate."

"From today on, you work for me and you do whatever I ask you to do."

"In exchange, I can provide you with a safe place to live and food. In addition, if your performance satisfies me, I will give you another piece of that thing."

Xia Yan had never eaten anything like chocolate. He had only heard that it was a very popular food before the war and was also a luxury item for the upper class in Boulder City.

"...Is this what chocolate tastes like?"

His index finger subconsciously touched his lips, and Xia Yan, who looked confused, gradually felt regret in his eyes.

Gan!

If I had known, I would have eaten slower!

Of course Chu Guang couldn't guess what she was thinking.

If you knew, you would definitely roll your eyes.

Just a piece of chocolate...

As for what?

"Yes," Chu Guang continued, looking at Xia Yan sitting on the ground, "So what is your answer?"

"I do."

Xia Yan answered without hesitation, not even asking what Chu Guang planned to ask him to do.

After all, there was no choice.

Having lost half of his legs, even if he returned to Boulder City, his final ending would be nothing more than rotting in the alleys of the slums.

Like a piece of rotten orange peel.

No one cares at all.

Of course no one wants to die if they can live.

At least I don't have this ideological awareness yet.

Xia Yan turned his head, closed his eyes in an appointed tone, and whispered.

"Although, although I haven't tried it, it should be fine. I know what you want... be gentle."

"What?"

Chu Guang was stunned subconsciously, but after all, he was an experienced driver who had been driving for so many years. Looking at her expression, he guessed that she was thinking wrong, and immediately straightened his face and said seriously.

"Madam, please respect yourself. I am discussing work-related issues with you very seriously now."

If you do this again.

Then I can't be serious.

Hearing Chu Guang's words, Xia Yan was also stunned.

What the hell?

Didn't this guy kidnap me back because he wanted to give birth to a child? ? ?

His pupils vibrated violently, as if he finally distinguished between imagination and reality, Xia Yan's face gradually turned the color of pig liver.

Turning her head in shame, she stared at the crack in the wall and said harshly.

"Just kill me……"

Chu Guang: "???"

What the hell?

…

After spending some time, Chu Guang and Xia Yan, who was lying on the ground, briefly explained the situation here.

Games are not popular in the wasteland. Using the concept of players to explain it will only confuse the other party. Chu Guang is too lazy to talk to the cow, so he simply uses words she can understand.

"To put it simply, my men and I plan to establish a settlement of survivors on the surface, expel alien species, accommodate refugees, and restore order in this area."

After hearing what Chu Guang said, Xia Yan had a disapproving expression on his face.

How confident do you have to be to say something so unrealistic?

To restore order?

Countless people have tried this in the past two hundred years, but no one has succeeded. Instead, there are more and more alien species entrenched in the city, and there are more and more mutants. The living space of the survivors is constantly being squeezed, and the situation is changing. Every year is worse than the last.

"Do you think restoring order is as simple as building a wall?"

Xia Yan, whose heart was hurt, said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "You should really go to Boulder City and have a look. There are countless people who are stronger than you there. Even they can only linger on the edge of the Third Ring Road. What do you think you can do?"

"Of course I have my plan," Chu Guang, who had never thought about such a thing, looked at her calmly and continued, "I didn't plan to spend a few months to achieve this goal. I knew it would be a battle. It is a protracted battle, and I am determined to make the sacrifices of several generations to complete it.”

Annoying or not.

It's just a setting. Can you please let me finish?

Of course Chu Guang knew that restoring order could not be achieved with a simple sentence, and he never arrogantly thought that he was invincible just because he had killed a few poor plunderers living in the outer suburbs.

But this is his persona.

Or game settings.

At least it has to make players feel like this NPC is like that.

However, the guy in front of him obviously only heard the second half of the sentence.

generations?

Xia Yan shrank back nervously.

Sure enough, you still want to have a baby?

"Back to the topic," Chu Guang coughed slightly and continued, "You know how to assemble firearms, right? And do maintenance on parts and so on."

Xia Yan nodded.

"Yes, this is a basic skill."

"Very good," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "From now on, you will be the proprietress of the weapons store."

"What?" Xia Yan was confused and didn't understand what he was saying.

Because when Chu Guang said a certain word, he was not using the language of this world at all, but the Mandarin of the parallel world.

"The proprietress of the weapons store," Chu Guang stared at her and repeated it word by word, and then continued, "This is your job. To put it simply, you sell firearms and maintain them. Someone. If I ask you what you do, just answer like this."

"Selling guns?" Xia Yan asked confusedly, "To whom?"

"Dwellers of the Vault."

"Ah???" Xia Yan was even more confused, "Aren't those people your subordinates?"

"Yes, but it's a little different from the subordinates you understand," Chu Guang paused and continued, "To put it simply, we have just emerged from the ground and need to concentrate on doing big things, and we are short of supplies. , so the planned economy is temporarily implemented, and everyone works together and eats together around the big pot."

"When the survival crisis is resolved and various resources begin to be in surplus, they need to take the initiative to exert their production enthusiasm and consciously step out of their comfort zone to forge ahead. At that time, our settlement will have a different set of rules. Such as food, medicine, weapons, and other resources , are no longer free.”

"Since you mentioned Boulder City, you should know about things like chips, right? It actually means the same thing."

Obviously this woman didn't understand what she was talking about.

The survivors in the wasteland, as long as they have some education, can once again become the henchmen of a rich man, just like old Charlie who was eating and waiting to die on Beit Street. If you know a certain skill, you can find a position in a factory, helping big shots burn boilers, prepare medicines, and repair power armor.

Only the poor would trade their lives for money.

Just like this Ms. Xia in front of me.

In the wasteland, mercenaries have never been a glamorous profession. They are just a group of cheap cannon fodder without subsistence allowances and subsidies.

But Chu Guang didn't care either.

All he needs is a tool man who can carry out his orders.

Knowledge? experience? Quality?

All can be learned.

After a pause, Chu Guang looked at her and said.

"The language our people use is a little different from the people on the surface. But it's not a big problem. I will teach you a few simple lines for daily communication."

"You just have to do as I say."