This Game Is Too Realistic

Chu Guang was lucky, and he did not encounter any dangers that were difficult to deal with along the way.

not only that.

When he walked near Beit Street, he happened to see the caravan from Boulder City unloading goods at the entrance of Beit Street.

Old Walter, who was carrying a shotgun, stood aside smoking his homemade dry cigarette. Old Charlie was happily chatting with the leader of the caravan, and the scavengers who were helping nearby were unloading goods under the surveillance of the gunmen.

The leader of the caravan is Mr. Li. His name is unknown. Chu Guang only knows that he is from Boulder City. He has eight gunmen and about twenty mutant yaks.

Every once in a while, he would bring people and animals to Beit Street to sell some supplies, and at the same time collect the "specialties" here.

In the wasteland, especially in urban areas, cars are not as reliable as animals.

The roads are full of broken down vehicles and collapsed ruins. In addition, a large number of roads are neglected to maintain. The surface is seriously cracked and even the roots of vegetation are drilled out. Most wheeled vehicles cannot move at all.

In comparison, donkeys, cows, and horses are all good things. Although they can't walk fast, there is almost no road they can't walk.

The most important thing is that the price is low, maintenance is simple, and only 30 pounds of grass per 100 kilometers is used.

Technology is not always reliable, at least here.

Of course, if it is a long journey across provinces, it is another situation.

Chu Guang once saw a truck with half wheels and half tracks, with a gun barrel as thick as a chimney standing on it, which had a punk art feel.

However, such bulky trucks generally do not drive into the city. They usually unload their goods outside the city, trade with small and medium-sized caravans active in nearby areas, and then leave after finishing their work.

Chu Guang noticed that among the supplies shipped to Beit Street this time, there was actually a woman wrapped in a robe.

Her hands and feet were shackled, and there were strip codes printed on her ankles. Her delicate and white skin did not look like a survivor in the wasteland, but more like an elf walking out of a movie.

In other words, "commodities" grown in petri dishes.

"Clone?"

Chu Guang had only heard about the slave trade in Boulder City before, but this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes. However, this kind of "luxury" can only be consumed by the mayor.

Chu Guang did not step forward immediately, but quietly waited for the transaction to be completed in the shadow of the ruins.

The "cowboys" were too busy to stop here.

After loading the goods, Mr. Li reached into his arms, took out a few white chips, and threw them to the helping scavengers like he was sending away beggars.

Then, amidst the grateful compliments, he and the gunmen drove the mutated yaks loaded with large and small bags onto the road.

Chu Guang followed from a distance and walked two streets.

However, at this moment, the man following Mr. Li suddenly stopped and looked straight at him.

Chu Guang was slightly shocked when he was discovered.

There was at least a hundred meters between them. How did this guy find himself? !

However, now that it has been discovered, there is no point in following him.

Chu Guang walked out of the ruins, first raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions, and then walked over carrying a black plastic bag.

Ten meters away, he stopped under a leaning cafe sign.

This is the safest distance for both parties.

If a conflict occurs, the carbon nanobody armor he wears next to his body is enough to buy him at least five seconds to escape.

As long as you don't get shot in the head...

"I have no ill intentions, I just want to make a deal with you."

The man named Mr. Li narrowed his eyes and put the shotgun on his shoulder.

"Are you a ragpicker from Beit Street?"

"Chu Guang."

"I don't care what your name is, and we don't do small business," the man looked at the plastic bag in his hand with a joking look, "you'd better throw this thing to your old man named Charlie."

Chu Guang didn't say anything, but opened the plastic bag and revealed the goods inside.

The man obviously knew the goods, and the expression on his face was stagnant. He obviously didn't expect that the plastic bag contained not used parts and batteries, but such good things.

Chu Guang noticed that there was a trace of imperceptible greed in his eyes.

"Where did you get it?" the man asked.

Chu Guang looked at him and said calmly.

"The sewer, next to the mutated leech nest, but even if I tell you where it is, are you willing to go?"

"Just a casual question, don't mind."

The greedy look in his eyes dimmed a bit, and the man handed the shotgun in his hand to his follower and walked up to Chu Guang.

"How are you going to sell it?"

The recycling price at Beit Street is one chip per 50g, but the real value of this thing is definitely more than that!

Chu Guang was silent for two seconds and decided to take a gamble and quote five times the price of the Beit Street recycling bin.

"There are 2000g here, I want 200 chips!"

"make a deal."

Seeing that the man only hesitated for a moment and then agreed, Chu Guang immediately realized that his price was too low.

Sure enough, the price that the lousy mayor sold to these businessmen must be more than that!

These leeches eat people without spitting out their bones!

Chu Guang silently greeted the mayor and his family in his heart, wishing him not to get hard tonight.

"Make a friend, my name is Liszt."

The man stretched out his right hand, brushing away his previous arrogant attitude, and a smile appeared on his face, "I rarely do business directly with scavengers, but you are an exception... I am very interested in you."

Chu Guang was neither humble nor arrogant, so he held his hand and shook it.

"Thank you, my name is Chu Guang."

"I know, you just said that."

Liszt let go of his hand, stared at Chu Guang, and continued, "Well, first of all, I hope that the old man named Charlie will not know about our transaction today."

Chu Guang said.

"Of course he won't know, and I don't want to cause trouble."

"Haha, you are a smart man."

Very satisfied with Chu Guang's answer, Liszt nodded with a smile and continued.

"I can pay you 200 chips right now, but...you are going to use these chips to exchange for things anyway, so why not buy them directly from me to avoid having the middlemen make the difference. There are still some supplies left here, I can How about giving you a 20% discount?"

Chu Guang didn't believe his lie about the 20% discount. Anyway, he couldn't possibly know how much the goods on the backs of the cows were selling for in Boulder City.

However, as long as he sells it cheaper than Beit Street, he has no reason to refuse.

"I need a weapon, do you have one?"

"Of course, which one do you want?"

"gun."

"Is that a gun?" Liszt touched his chin, "How about a 9-caliber bolt-action iron tube rifle? You only need 200 chips, and I can give you 30 bullets. If you buy additional bullets, you will get 1 chip for 1 point. The price is absolutely fair.”

"Twenty percent off?"

"This is already 20% off. If you think it's expensive, of course I have cheaper ones here, such as an iron pipe pistol worth 100 chips, caliber 5. It's still very useful against predators, but it's not highly recommended. Deal with alien species.”

It’s already 20% off, which is okay.

I believe you!

Chu Guang stared at him and said.

"A 9 bolt-action iron barrel rifle plus 60 rounds of ammunition. In addition, I also need 20...no, 25 chips to buy food and other supplies."

Looking at Liszt, who shrugged disapprovingly, Chu Guang continued in a serious tone.

"There are more than 2 kilograms of mushrooms in the mutated leech's nest, but I can only collect those near the nest... Do you understand what I mean?"

"You want me to invest in you?" Liszt looked at Chu Guang with interest, "Interesting."

Chu Guang said unmoved.

"Why not? I bet that even at this price, you can still make a lot of money. And if you promise me, the goods I can bring next time will be ten times as much as today! Aren't you excited? "

Liszt was moved.

Honestly, it's not a bad offer.

I brought these two kilograms of blue mushrooms to Boulder City and bought ten of them, not to mention a bolt-action iron tube rifle.

These country bumpkins living in the outer suburbs have no idea what anti-radiation agents and anti-radiation agents mean to people living in the city.

Good things are hidden near those nuclear craters!

"Generally speaking, there are very few people who can take the chips away from me."

Lister winked at his assistant and asked him to take out an iron pipe rifle and 60 rounds of ammunition from the mutated yak next to him.

"You are an exception."

Liszt counted 25 white chips from his pocket and handed them to Chu Guang's hand along with the goods.

"What about 20 kilograms of blue mushrooms? Just think of it as an investment. I'm waiting for your news."

"I will come here again at the end of the month, and if nothing else, it will be the last time this year."

"I hope I can see you then."

Mutated leeches.

No one wants to mess with that thing.

Only God knows how many disgusting bugs are hidden in that thing's lair, and the most terrible thing is that ordinary penetrating firepower is useless in front of them.

The terrifying regeneration ability and vitality allow them to split into two new individuals after a short struggle even if they are cut in the middle, not to mention opening a few small holes in their bodies.

As for setting fire...

Regardless of whether it can be lit, even if it is lit, valuable things will be burned together.

Totally worth the loss.

"By the way, for twenty kilograms of blue mushrooms, I'll give you 2,000 chips. You can order from me. There's no need to pick up what others picked out."

Looking at Chu Guang playing with the weapon in his hand, Liszt reminded him.

Chu Guang stopped what he was doing, looked at him and asked.

"How do I know what you have?"

Liszt snapped his fingers.

The man next to him understood and handed over a square tablet.

"There are photos on it, swipe left and right to choose... If you know how to use it, I won't teach you. I guarantee that the quality of these goods is no problem, but I don't guarantee that the goods you actually receive will look exactly the same as the photos."

Chu Guang took the tablet and took a quick glance at it, realizing that there were quite a few good things on it.

Especially when he saw what he needed most.

"Have you made your choice?" Liszt urged as he looked at Chu Guang who was making the selection.

"Okay," Chu Guang returned the tablet and said, looking at him, "a 10KW wood generator and a KV-1 powered exoskeleton."

"You have a good sense. Although KV-1 is a basic model, it is also the most durable one. But what do you need a generator for? If you are worried about running out of power, why not buy a few more batteries? I provide a trade-in service here, which is very cheap. .”

Generators are not cheap, one costs 1,200 points.

In comparison, the KV-1 powered exoskeleton only requires 800 chips, and a matching chemical energy battery only costs 150 chips.

No matter how expensive it is to replace a battery, it will cost less than a thousand.

And after buying this thing, where is he going to put it?

The exoskeleton can also be worn under clothes, and things like generators are not something that an ordinary scavenger can afford.

Chu Guang said after seeing through Liszt's concerns.

"Don't worry, I won't take it back to Beit Street."

"I'm just asking casually. It has nothing to do with me how you deal with it. Anyway, even if you say I sold it to you, I won't admit it. In the end, you will be the unlucky one." Liszt shrugged and glanced. The sky in the distance said, "It's getting late, see you later."

Chu Guang stopped him.

"Wait a minute, I want to ask if there is a 20% discount on the things I just ordered."

Liszt laughed and waved his hand without looking back.

"The price you are looking at is after discount."

Chu Guang: "...%￥ # ￥%"

Your uncle's!

Let’s see how I kill you bunch of profiteers in the future!

Watching the caravan go away, Chu Guang turned and left with a dark face.