This Game Is Too Realistic

Twenty or so cows driven by nine well-equipped gunmen stopped at a distance of 50 meters from the south gate.

On the premise that there was no basis for trust, this was a relatively safe distance for both parties.

There were a lot of players nearby, some cutting trees and some transporting stones. Seeing this group of people, they stopped their work, watched from not far away and whispered.

"Look at that man's arm, it is a prosthetic arm?"

"Prosthetic arm my ass. It is a bionic arm!"

"Does it make any difference?"

"The difference is… It is more cyberpunk in this way. And if you look from the left, the second person’s eyes are entirely mechanical! I bet it’s not just mechanical prostheses, they must have installed implantable plug-ins or bionic organs!"

"Did you see their gun? That scorpion-shaped barrel is so cool!"

"Wuwu… When can I buy such a cool weapon?"

"Don't think too much, the devs just took them out to show you at the moment. It might require you to be at least level 10 to be able to buy it."

The people in the caravan did the same. They all looked at these people in blue coats with a weird look.

They had been to many places with their boss, the furthest they had been to being the prosperous far east coast. They had seen at least more than ten shelters along the way, but they had never seen such a weird one.

"What are they doing?"

"I guess they’re building a house."

"Aren't they living underground?"

"... Maybe they’ve grown tired of it?"

"Maybe the coats they’re wearing were picked up from somewhere."

Liszt didn't care what those people in front of him were thinking, his face full of impatience.

These country folks who had never seen the world were all like that; curious and wanting to see everything regardless of whether it was polite to stare at others.

But the blue coats on them were a bit interesting. He had never heard of a shelter near Linghu Wetland Park.

However, looking at how they were struggling to build a house, they were probably a small community with a low level shelter which usually accommodated between 1 and 100 people. This kind of shelter typically did not have a fully circular ecosystem and was equipped with, at most, a few hyper-sleep chambers.

Maybe they had finished their food supply, or their shelter's electricity ran out that they had no choice but to come to the surface to survive.

Perhaps there would be a new location to his trade map.

Liszt thought.

At this time, Xu Hu had already trotted to the south gate and said to Chu Guang who was walking out of the gate.

"Brother Chu, I've brought the caravan of Mr. Liszt here... Be careful."

The scavengers on Bett Street didn't know Liszt's full name.

For them, this kind of big figure was at the same level as the town mayor, and they wouldn't talk to them normally. Also, Big Brother Chu was more approachable. Not only did he become a neighbor with people like them for a while, but he didn't look down on them after he left.

"I will."

Chu Guang nodded, expressing his understanding, and then walked forward with a few players.

Seeing that the plot was triggered, the surrounding players quieted down quickly. Those who were still noisy were also stopped by other players.

"I always thought you were a scavenger on Bett Street. It seems that I misjudged you." Liszt smiled faintly, and said in a pleasant tone, "It seems that I have made the right investment again."

"I am very happy that you can think of it this way," Chu Guang signaled to the player next to him to put the sacks on the ground, and went straight to the point without talking nonsense, "These are the goods you want, you can weigh them."

Liszt made a gesture to the man next to him.

The man with electronic eyes and bionic arms moved forward. He stretched out the alloy-made right hand and took a sack, then looked back at his boss and nodded.

A happy smile appeared on Liszt's face.

"Very well, you fulfilled your promise. It seems that my efforts to come here were not in vain."

Then, he signalled to several other subordinates to unload the goods ordered by Chu Guang from the back of the cows and moved them next to the sack of blue Umbrella Mushrooms.

Among them, the 10KW wood powered generator was disassembled into parts and contained in two boxes. In another box that was half a human height, there was a KV-1 power exoskeleton.

"There are instructions in the box. We purchased the goods directly from the manufacturer, and we do not provide assembly services. We only guarantee that every part mentioned in the instructions is contained in the box... In fact, there are not many. You can count on the spot. But that exoskeleton is already assembled, you can open it and try it.”

Even if he didn’t say anything, Chu Guang would do the same.

After all, there was no such thing as after-sales service on the wasteland.

First, he checked the parts of the generator twice with the instruction manual, and then he took out the exoskeleton from the box and put it on his body.

The weight of this thing was very light, the total weight was estimated to be less than 30 kg, and it looked like a skeleton.

It could be said that all the places that should be exposed were exposed, and the places that should not be exposed were also exposed. The only places that looked sturdy may be the alloy humerus on the arms and the alloy ribs on the chest protector.

"You'd better not expect it to help you block bullets. The main structure of the KV-1 powered exoskeleton is made of aluminum alloy and a small amount of special plastic steel. It is characterized by its excellent lightweight and power design. Twelve motor groups can react in milliseconds and provide users with an additional load of 200 kg."

"In addition, there is a battery life of up to 12 hours, and an adaptive walking system... Of course, these are the most basic functions, and you can refer to the manual for details."

"If you must use it to fight, remember to install more steel plates to it. I have seen mercenaries do this at the expense of some mobility."

Chu Guang read the instructions carefully.