This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 289.2: Awakening Serum

In a dark room where the broken floor was covered with moss, there was a half-open iron cabinet with two animal skin coats hanging on top, and a yellowed booklet in the corner. On the cover of the booklet it was written; ‘A Visitor's Guide to Clearspring City Third Ecology Park’.

This was the security room of Clearspring City Third Ecological Protection Park, but there had been no tourists for a long time, and there were no security guards. There was only a group of marauders occupying the place.

The radio on the table was playing the pre-war classical music by The Voice of Boulder City.

Sitting behind the table with his legs crossed, Tuss lazily lit a cigarette, looked at the curling smoke, and squinted his eyes slightly.

He couldn't remember how long such a relaxed and comfortable life had passed. It might have been more than 10 years.

He still had the habit of keeping a diary before, but he didn't know that many words, so he gave up after trying a few times.

Footsteps soon came from outside his door.

Tuss skillfully opened the drawer containing the revolver, but his eyebrows relaxed slightly when he saw his confidant appearing at the door.

However, the drawer was not pushed back.

"Boss, the goods for the next transaction are ready." The man in the animal skin coat lowered his head slightly. His well-built muscles gave off a sense of power, but his face didn't seem to exude intelligence no matter how one looked at it.

Hearing that the goods were ready, Tuss slightly opened his squinted eyes, and lowered his legs on the table. "Take me there. I want to check it."

The muscular man nodded respectfully. "Okay, boss."

The two walked through the corridor one after the other and came downstairs, where there was a circular corridor. The center of the corridor was as big as a school playground, and there was a fiberglass wall that connected the floor and the ceiling, completely isolating the space inside from the outside world.

In the pre-war era, there were endangered animals that children loved, but at the moment, they were used by marauders as prison cell for slaves.

Several workbenches were placed in the open space behind the fiberglass wall, and behind them skinny slaves in tattered clothes were busy working. The most expensive equipment on those slaves' bodies was probably only their latex gloves.

With hands like reed sticks, they picked out a mass of red fungus from the wooden basket beside them, put them in a petri dish, and carefully separated the active ingredients in it, for fear of making a mistake.

A marauder with an iron-pipe rifle was standing by them, watching them intently.

It was worth mentioning that the red fungus in the hands of these slaves was not a variant of Slime Mold, and there was absolutely no relationship between the two.

The thumb-thick red mycelium was tangled up like noodles. At first glance, it looked like a brain, so it was called a brain fungus or a brain mushroom by wastelanders.

This type of fungus usually grew under some trees with high iron content, and because it would release red spores with a strong hallucinogenic effect when picked, it was difficult to cultivate artificially, which led to the high price of drugs with stimulant properties such as Strength Pills and Spirit Strengtheners that used brain fungus as raw materials.

But what was interesting was that the red spores had little effect on ironback apes, so they were occasionally eaten by ironback apes as fruits.

Thanks to the blue coats who were stationed here before, and thanks to something called a Mind Interference Tool, Tuss earned a lot of chips by manipulating the apes outside.

Those apes were much easier to handle than slaves. Not only could they help him collect materials for making medicine, but they could also help him rob the people around. The only disadvantage was that they were not very smart. Using bows, spears and Molotov Cocktails was already their limit.

Otherwise, he wouldn't need to keep those slaves in the cage, and he could simply order those apes to make medicine, saving him 2 barrels of nutrient cream every day.

Tuss' men moved boxes of small white medicine bottles out of the cage, leaving only two buckets filled with green mucus, and knocked them with the butts of their guns.

The clanging sound was like some sort of signal.

The slaves who heard the sound rushed towards the two iron buckets one by one like crazy dogs who were extremely hungry, and stuffed the nutrient cream with unknown ingredients into their mouths.

The two marauders guarding the entrance looked at the slaves who were eating like pigs with sarcasm, and then closed the door of the cage.

As the leader or boss of this group of marauders, Tuss had no interest in those slaves, and his attention was all on the boxes in front of him.

There were 10 boxes of Strength Pills, weighing a total of 50 kilograms.

It was not just the mercenaries who liked to take advantage of things like that, the nobles in the inner city of Boulder Town would also spend a lot of money on them. After all, their effects were immediate, not only making people stronger in battle, but also outside of battle.

The only side effect was just bloodshot eyes, but as long as one didn't eat the whole bottle at a time, there was no need to worry about any major problems.

"... The Dagger Gang in Boulder Town is very interested in our goods, and they expressed their willingness to pay us 3,000 chips." The man with a prosthetic eye in his left eye looked at Tuss and bowed respectfully.

His name was Kunke, and he was also a fan of Strength Pills, but he quit it since he lost an eye.

After listening to the Dagger Gang's offer, Tuss cursed angrily, "These vampires are getting more and more greedy! They think I don't know that a 1.2 grams pill can be sold for 10 chips!"

"Tell them that 100 chips per kilogram is the bottom line, and I don't want to see any offer below 5,000 chips! If they don't want it, we'll go find someone else. Also besides women, food, sugar, soap, and nutrient cream, ask them to bring more guns. Tell them not to think about fooling me with those iron pipes."

There was some kind of alliance that suddenly formed in the north.

Tuss didn't care much about it at first. After all, Clearspring City used to be a very big megacity, and the straight-line distance from the east bank of Linghu Lake to his stronghold was more than 20 kilometers, and this 20 kilometers journey may be more difficult to travel than the mountain road.

In addition, his stronghold was hidden in the deep mountains and old forests. If ordinary wastelanders saw such dense vegetation here, their first reaction would be to walk around. They would never think of going inside.

It was also because of this that when the Bonechewer Clan came to Clearspring City, he wasn't worried about it. At worst, he would just join them.

However, recently, he heard that Brown Farm was annexed by a group of people who clamored for the abolition of slavery and the expulsion of marauders, which made Tuss feel a little uneasy.

Abolition of slavery? Expel marauders?

Do those people have nothing better to do? And how do they know who is a marauder?

Especially when 5 uninvited guests came outside yesterday, his subordinates reported to him that those people were wearing 2 sets of exoskeletons, which made Tuss even more vigilant.

Maybe these people came from the northern suburbs!

Considering that he might fight with those blue coats who obviously had a screw loose in the future, he felt that he should not always think about having fun with his subordinates, and he should consider getting some weapons for self-protection.

If conditions permitted, he even considered giving the apes some guns.

Kunke nodded seriously. "Okay boss."

Watching Kunke walking outside the door, Tuss frowned slightly, picked up a bottle of Strength Pills from the box and stuffed it into his pocket, ready to go back to the bedroom to rest for a while.

However, at this moment, there was a loud explosion sound coming from outside, shaking the walls and ground for a while.

The slaves huddled in front of the iron barrels raised their heads and looked around in horror. The marauders guarding the door of the cage also had nervous expressions on their faces, and they clenched their rifles tightly.

Holding on to the handrail of the corridor to stand firm, Tuss looked around angrily, grabbed his confidant and shouted. "What happened?"

Shocked by the sudden explosion, and also being yelled at by his boss all of sudden, the confidant was also bewildered.

"I, I'll go take a look outside." He said nervously.

"Go!" Tuss kicked his buttocks and rushed upstairs cursing.

The explosion seemed to kick off something.

One after another, explosions sounded around the ecological protection park, and the trembling of the floor spread from the soles of his shoes all the way to his liver.

No matter how stupid he was, Tuss knew what was going on outside.

Back in the security room that he used as his office, he grabbed the walkie-talkie on the desk, pressed the switch and yelled loudly, "Enemy attack!"

"I don't care where you are or what you're doing, just pick up your guns and get out of your rooms right away and get ready to fight!"

"We must not let them take our treasures!”

The corridors of the Ecological Protection Park were filled with piercing broadcasts and blaring alarm.

The moment the confidant who was sent outside to find out what happened outside pushed open the iron gate of the roof, a shell fell into the forest 100 meters away.

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Flames burst out, scattering billowing smoke and rubble away.

Frightened by the explosion, the confidant lowered his body and trotted forward all the way, along the curved railing, and finally reached the side of the tower made of wood and steel bars.

The entire dome-shaped ecological park was covered with vegetation, and the tower hidden was as inconspicuous as a branch in the woods.

The confidant rushed up, just about to scold the scout standing guard, but only to find that behind the rattan-woven concealment, there was only a dead body with a hole in his head.

His hands and feet instantly turned cold, and cold sweat quickly emerged from his forehead.

His hair was standing on end, and just when he wanted to turn back, he felt a sharp pain in his chest as if he was hit by a truck, and then he was knocked down to the ground by the huge force.

"2... Damn! Ample Time was right." Night Ten, who was lying on the roof of the half-collapsed building, pulled the bolt and ejected the smoking shell.

"Mhm... It's actually quite easy to tell," Ample Time held a set of binoculars in his hand, carefully observed the building in front of him, and analyzed, "If it was just bows and arrows and steel bars, that would be a different case. But those monkeys even have Molotov Cocktails. The bottles could be picked up by them, but it's impossible that they know how to make them."

Old White also nodded. "Mhm, and those monkeys are obviously only active in the jungle, but when we were close to the ecological park, they suddenly attacked us. Clearly, someone was controlling them."

Gale didn't speak. He controlled the drone, and corrected the coordinates for the players who were in charge of bombardment.

Since the vegetation below was too dense, it was impossible to determine the specific location of the Ironback Apes, so they chose the tactic of scattering barrage.

After 16 salvos ended, a total of 32 88mm mortar shells were fired.

The players in charge of firing the mortars hid the mortars in a nearby building, put on equipment and prepared to go to the front line.

At the same time, the roar of propellers came from the sky, and a wooden plane appeared in the players' field of vision.

"Mosquito! Shit! That asshole is finally here!” Quit Smoking cursed while waving to the skies in excitement.

Seeing his teammates, Mosquito grinned and gestured a thumbs up. He then put on his self-made goggles, and pulled back the control stick with both hands to raise the nose of the aircraft, making it easier to dive and shoot.

Midnight Pubg didn't say much. He took out a shiny one-handed ax and a gun with a barrel bigger than a fist, calling the brothers to prepare for battle.

All members of the Jungle Corps were equipped with the cheap and easy-to-use KV-1 exoskeleton. Except for the leader Midnight Pubg, almost everyone had an LD-47 light machine gun, each shaped like the gun of rambo[1].

The Burning Corps was made up of players holding different weapons, including heavy infantry serving as mobile bunkers and ammunition boxes, high-mobility light infantry, and even non-human players.

And players like Ample Time and Gale, who were good at using personalized equipment, also brought PU-9 submachine gun for combat against humans this time. They were ready to sweep the building.

Garbage excitedly thumped the ground with his tail, the steel claws tied to his arms reflected a cold gleam. As his amber pupils contracted, he let out a bloodthirsty roar, "It's time to kill!"

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