This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 257.1: Encounter On The Fifth Ring

At the gate of Boulder Town.

The man in plate armor stood like a statue, his whole body was out of tune with his surroundings, attracting the frequent glances of passing mercenaries and merchants.

Not only because of his 2.5 meters height, but also because of his armor from the top of his head to his toes, with almost no gaps. Even the steel plate welded helmet had only a few small holes.

This guy…

Doesn’t he need to use his eyes to see the road ahead?

The two mercenaries lining up at the city gate had nothing to do, so they started to change their topic to the strange man.

"I bet that armor can’t block my bullets."

"Hush, keep your voice down, that guy might be an ability user."

"So what if he’s an ability user? I have killed more ability users than Deathclaws!" The mercenary didn’t panic at all. After all, the area within 50 meter of the gate of the city was also under the jurisdiction of the militia.

Not to mention an ability user, even if it was a tank from the Bonechewer Clan, they wouldn’t be able to do anything to him.

The towed artillery on the huge wall was enough to crush all armor.

The companion next to him obviously didn’t believe his words, and said with a sneer, "Stop bragging. Everyone knows that you pissed your pants last time you heard a Deathclaw’s roar."

"I dare you to say it again!"

Not paying attention to the comments of the people around him, the man in armor stayed at the gate for a while, then walked to the Wind From Afar Hotel across the street.

The waiter standing at the entrance of the hotel was not too surprised by this man in heavy armor. Among the many guests he had received, this attire was conservative at best, not even odd.

Not to mention wearing something, even if he didn’t wear anything, he wouldn’t say a word.

"Welcome, sir, do you need a room?"

A muffled sound came from the armor. "Is this the northern suburbs?"

"Northern suburb?" The waiter froze for a moment, then answered subconsciously, "This is Boulder Town, not a suburb."

The man continued to ask, "Northern suburb, how can I go there?"

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Facing the scarlet in the gap of the helmet, the waiter felt his heartbeat freeze for half a beat. He wanted to say something perfunctory, but he couldn’t help swallowing hard and answering honestly. "Go straight up the elevated highway along the road ahead, then go east, and you will see a crooked skyscraper, and then go north..." ŖâƝ𝐨𐌱Ě𝒮

The man nodded. Without saying a word of thanks, he dragged his bulky body and walked towards the elevated highway.

The man didn’t seem worried that the person he asked for directions would lie to him.

The waiter standing at the entrance of the hotel stared intently at the man’s back, and muttered in his mouth. "Bloody hell… Why does he have eyes that resemble a Cruncher?”

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[The fat sheep is on its way.]

On the edge of the fourth ring.

In an abandoned shop, a man in a fur coat was sitting in front of an extinguished brazier, with a crumpled note unfolded in his hand.

He had been holding the note in his hands for some time.

His name was Wu Chou. he was a mercenary and an ability user.

In Boulder Town, awakening was not a particularly rare thing, but there were very few people who were clearly awakened and still struggled to make a living like him. Many business groups and caravans were very happy to recruit ability users, and spend a lot of money to train them and give them the best weapons and equipment.

On the wasteland, one’s combat strength was their greatest protection. A strong force could not only deter those with ill intentions, but also effectively reduce risks and insurance premiums. Merchants in Boulder Town were particularly sensitive to those things.

However, Wu Chou was different from them.

The first reason was that he hated living a life restricted by others, and the other was that his reputation was really not that good.

Since 2 employers died at his hands, the middleman who provided him with the job opportunity lost a lot of money. Not many people were willing to introduce him to new gigs.

However…

He didn’t care at all.

At least he was quite satisfied with the current state of his life.

Serving as a guard for those cunning profiteers would earn him 10 chips a day at most. If he was able to rob that weak and arrogant wretch, the number might go up a hundred, or even a thousand times!

What was reputation to someone like him?

It was even more useless than a piece of toilet paper.

However, Wu Chou didn’t consider himself a marauder, although he knew quite a few of them and still took jobs from them.

That was exactly what was happening at the moment.

A week ago, a batch of psychoid leaves appeared out of nowhere in Boulder Town, and the price of 10 chips for a bottle of diluted drink made many people rich.

Someone set their sights on the suppliers and gave him a mission.

All he needed to do was to help them capture 2 blue coats in the northern suburbs, and they would handle the rest. As for the reward, in addition to the goods those people shipped to the northern suburbs, he could also get an additional 5,000 chips.

Wu Chou agreed immediately without a second thought.

In his opinion, the job was no different from free money.

After agreeing to the request, he bribed the gangs in the slums to help him track the person down. Then he hired more than 20 cannon fodder from the slums, gave them weapons, taught them how to shoot, and promised them a reward of 50 chips if they could capture 2 people alive.

The price he paid was 50 chips.

For the people in the city, it was less than a month’s salary, but for those survivors who ate leftovers and scavenged for a living, those chips were enough to help them to easily get through the first half of the year.

Of course, a team couldn’t have only cannon fodders.

In order to be safe, he also sent four of his men to help.

According to the plan, they would take action when those people were close to the edge of the fifth ring. If there was no accident, he should be receiving a report soon.

Footsteps came from outside the door the very next moment.

Putting away the note in his hand, Wu Chou looked up at his subordinates standing at the door.

"Any news?" Wu Chou was ready to tell his employer to give him the additional reward.

However, what he did not expect was that the subordinate standing at the door lowered his head and did not speak.

Looking at the man’s nervous expression, Wu Chou vaguely guessed something, and couldn’t help narrowing his eyes slightly. "Did you fail?"

Sweat oozed from the man’s forehead. Feeling the snake-like gaze, he gritted his teeth and said nervously, "Yes……"

Wu Chou stood up abruptly from his chair.

Stomping to the door, he grabbed the man by the collar. Slamming him against the doorframe, he stared coldly into his eyes. "There were only 8 people. You had more than 20! How… How did you fail?!”

Feeling the murderous intent, the man’s face was full of terror. He explained quickly, "Wait, you can’t completely blame me for this. There were 8 of them, but 4 of them were ability users! Those cannon fodder were completely useless. I have emphasized countless times that they needed to divide into 2 teams in order to pincer the blue coats. However, they only knew how to rush forward. Once they encountered some resistance, they retreated immediately.”

He didn’t even dare to say that in less than 15 minutes, half of them were killed by those people. Also, the fact that those people practically left unscathed…

It was so bad that he and the other 3 did not dare to emerge from their hiding spots.

"You useless fools!"

Sure enough, I can’t count on these guys!

Throwing away the collar in his hand, Wu Chou cursed, turned, and walked back to pick up the Drone X-2 assault rifle leaning against the leg of the chair.

"Gather all the brothers. I’ll personally lead the team this time!"

He didn’t believe that they couldn’t deal with a small group of blue coats.

It’s just a group of blue coats! How strong can they be?

Wu Chou was only worried that those blue coats would head back and hide in their shelters, never coming out again.

If this was the case, who knows when he would be able to close the deal.

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