This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 296.3: Order Of The White Bear

Looking at the rows of bookshelves in front of him, Chu Guang couldn't help smiling. "... Should I put some bait out first?"

Or save the dividends before the next round of tests?

Just when Chu Guang was thinking about which technology or basic scientific knowledge was more suitable for baiting, footsteps came from outside the door.

Holding a tablet under his elbow, Yin Fang walked into the reading room.

From the expression on his face, Chu Guang could tell that something good probably had happened, so he said with a smile, "I guess there's been some progress with finding a fuel rod."

"You should guess wrong and let me have some sense of accomplishment." Yin Fang joked and handed the tablet to Chu Guang.

"We found the fuel rod suitable for the shelter from an underground warehouse of a propulsion assembly plant. The remaining energy is 67%, and it should last for a long time. Your people are on their way back, and they will be responsible for delivering it to Shelter 401. Once it arrives, I will install it... By the way, you brought all the books of Shelter 401 here?"

He noticed that the bookshelves in the reading room were crammed with books.

When he came here before, he didn't see any books on them. He even once thought that the first administrator here was an ignorant idiot who disliked studying.

"This is more convenient... Next time I will pretend to guess wrong, for example, when asking if you have a crush." Chu Guang joked with a smile.

"Forget it, the relics of the former civilization are more interesting to me."

Although at the beginning it was a semi-threatening attitude that made him enter the shelter, Yin Fang gradually felt that the person in front of him was actually a very easy person to get along with.

To put it simply, he was very approachable.

Unlike him, the technocrats in the Academy knew a little technology, but they were very arrogant as if other people were beneath them. People like him who would really do things didn't have much room for promotion.

The guy in front of him was different.

Although he didn't know anything, so much so that it would make people doubt whether he had received the basic education of a shelter, his respectful attitude towards knowledgeable people still made him very comfortable.

Yin Fang glanced at the reading room. After noticing the coffee machine by the wall, he said enviously, "The environment here is also very good."

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"Do you want to move here to work?"

"No need, I feel uncomfortable when there are people around... Can I move the coffee machine away though? Anyway, there are so many here." When he came here last time, Yin Fang was already thinking about the coffee machine in the corner. But he was embarrassed to ask for it.

Chu Guang said with a smile, "The coffee tree has just been planted, so what's the use of taking one away... Forget it, just take it if you want."

Yin Fang immediately hugged the one he liked the most with a look of joy. "Thank you so much!"

The coffee machine from the federation era was also a rare black magic technology in this era. In addition to being able to automatically dry, roast, deacidify, and grind, it could also simulate various flavors according to needs.

It was said that in the Prosperity Era, federation's large supermarkets would supply freshly picked coffee beans to meet the more personalized needs of customers.

To Yin Fang, owning a high-tech coffee machine of his own was even more pleasant than digging out the fuel rods of a fusion reactor.

That was treatment that only researchers above B level could enjoy in the Academy!

Seeing Yin Fang's obsessed expression, Chu Guang couldn't help but feel a little weird.

It was said that middle-aged people would be attached to some weird things, such as teapots, fishing rods, and even charging plugs.

But this guy is still in his early twenties, right?

"Is the coffee that good?"

"You don't understand, tasting the beauty of the old days is one of the few pleasures..." A rare melancholy appeared on Yin Fang's face and his hand stroking the coffee machine stopped. "All my life I have been chasing the remains of pre-civilization. I have excavated them from the ruins and sorted them into categories. I've even dreamed of that era in my dreams...”

"The frustrating thing, however, is that the farther down the road I go, the more soberly I know that...... It's impossible to go back."

Chu Guang was silent for a while before patting his shoulder lightly. "Don't miss the past. We're still here, we are their continuation"

...

In the jungle in the east of Clearspring City.

The Bull and Horse Squad, which was fully equipped with exoskeletons, was escorting the fuel rod and proceeding cautiously on the jungle-filled streets.

They had just experienced a battle before.

Instead of surrendering, a group of marauders stationed near the mission target opened fire on them.

But it didn't take them much effort to get rid of those barbarians.

After handing over the rescued captives and the remaining marauders to the NPC soldiers, they continued to move towards Shelter 401 with the cargo box containing the fuel rods.

It had to be said that the exoskeleton was really useful.

The fuel rod weighed 100 kilograms. Even if it was a strength type player, they would be exhausted if they carried it over mountains and ridges through the ruins.

But hanging it on the exoskeleton, except for a little increase in the energy consumption, there was no feeling of bearing extra weight at all.

Walking in the center of the team, Quit Smoking glanced at his newbie graduation outfit, hesitated for a long time, but eventually still couldn't help speaking out what he had been holding back all the way. "Guys, I..."

"Okay, I know. We will deduct 15% from your income from this mission, and we will split that 15% 4 ways. Okay?" Old White said helplessly after interrupting him.

He had already noticed what was on Quit Smoking's mind.

Sure enough, after hearing these words, Quit Smoking was relieved, and his expression gradually relaxed. "Thanks."

The light cavalry cost 10,000 silver coins.

There were currently only 40 sets sold in the entire server. The other 60 sets were still being displayed in the NPC store, and each player was limited to only 1 set.

Of course, with his little savings, there was no way he would be able to afford it. After all, he only entered the game when the Continental Vessel expansion pack was released.

Although everyone used to give each other equipment when playing games in the past, this piece of equipment was too expensive; it would cost 200,000 to 300,000 RMB.

He really couldn't afford such expensive equipment.

"Don't mention it," Night Ten rolled his eyes, "We're still waiting for you to become our main tank."

"There's no need to take it too seriously." Ample Time patted Quit Smoking on the shoulder, "We only had the advantage of entering the game early, so we got a little bit of a head start. If you really want to thank someone, it's better to thank Light than thank us."

Gale nodded. "I agree. Don't bring too much burden to play games. It's pointless to calculate how much your equipment is worth."

Quit Smoking sniffled, no longer saying those overly sentimental words, but silently remembered everyone's kindness in his heart.

"There are 2 kilometers left before we enter the safe area. After this mission, a new stronghold should be unlocked, as a novice village for rookies..." Old White reached out and clicked on the VM to confirm the location, "We now have two choices. We can either go straight ahead and take a shortcut, pass through the abandoned theater and go to the Third Ecological Park Station, or go back along the way we came."

Gale touched the bridge of his nose. "Generally speaking, taking a shortcut is very dangerous."

Ample Time thought for a moment before agreeing, "Then it's better to be cautious."

However, at this moment, Night Ten suddenly grabbed the sniper rifle in his hand. "No need to choose."

The others became alert at once.

Old White immediately looked at him and asked seriously, "What have you found?"

"Killing intent..." Night Ten swallowed, carefully observing the surroundings, "It's very faint... But I can feel it."

The street was quiet, and nothing unusual could be seen at all.

Yet the Night Ten's instincts were rarely wrong.

The existence of killing intent meant that the other party had discovered them.

Old White's expression became stern. He made a gesture to spread out, and ordered in a low voice, "Get ready to fight!"