Chapter 155.2: Not Enough NPCs!

Seeing how she was struggling with her thoughts, Chu Guang said leisurely, “Since they dared to set out before winter, they must have a contingency plan. Let’s just say, plundering the survivors in the northern part of Clearspring City was already on their plan. So whether we provoked them or not, there was no difference. They were ready to attack us anyway."

In fact, even if the Army succeeded in intercepting the Pioneer, the second scenario would still be entirely possible.

Organized didn't mean disciplined, and just like what Enterprise said about them, the so-called Army was just a bunch of organized marauders.

From the moment they set off, the war was already inevitable.

No matter what, Chu Guang felt gratified to see his lazy foodie employee actually worried about him.

This is great!

It seems that I've trained her well.

Patting her on the shoulder, Chu Guang gave her a look of approval.

"Remember this sentence, avoiding conflicts is just an expedient measure, and the development space is eventually created using force. Don't think about it if you don't understand, in any case, you don't need to worry about it. Why don't you think about happy things? We now got a large number of weapons and compensations, a free industrial machine tool, and the title of Enterprise's Permanent Strategic Partner... These things are enough for us to use for a long time."

Chu Guang was confident they could handle anything in the future.

As long as he could develop his settlement, whether it was Army, Enterprise, or the Academy... It wouldn't be a problem for him.

When the fire of industry was ignited, and the infinite production capacity was matched with infinite vitality, his players would be the strongest!

...

The night was silent.

Chu Guang had a long dream.

He dreamed that he had become a machine gunner crouching in a bunker. In front of him were millions of clones from the Army force, planes swooping down from the sky, and intense artillery bombardment.

And the players who were supposed to charge in front were all standing behind him at this moment, murmuring incessantly.

"Raise the muzzle a little more!"

"Shoot, are you stupid? Aim and shoot!"

"Can you pull the trigger and not let it go? Use all the bullets!"

"The machine gunner, five meters to the left. Damn, he's slow...”

Chu Guang snapped instantly. He turned the muzzle of his gun around and shot them all down. In the end, he left the one with the biggest boobs and couldn't bear to kill her.

And then...

He woke up from the dream.

"Shit... I have to change the sheets again."

Chu Guang got up from bed early in the morning, sweating all over. He felt like he had done push-ups all night, every cell in his body had swelled.

Having grown accustomed to leveling up while sleeping, Chu Guang calmly went to level B2 to take a shower, then returned to the resident hall to check himself.

As Chu Guang expected.

This time he had leveled up again.

[ID:

Chu Guang

]

[Genetic sequence:

Administrator (Second Stage)

]

[Level:

LV10→LV11

]

[Attributes]

[Strength:

16

]

[Agility:

11

]

[Constitution:

13→14

]

[Perception:

12

]

[Intelligence:

12

]

𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"This upgrade should be due to the players' experience."

With a little increase in constitution attributes, metabolic capacity, and toughness were improved. This attribute was still very useful for Chu Guang, who couldn't be resurrected.

Looking at the medical examination form, Chu Guang touched his chin with interest, and continued talking to himself, "However, such a big battle only increased my level by one level. It seems like I still need to find a more effective way to scrounge players' experience."

The administrator sequence's upgrade conditions were very vague, unlike other sequences where people could figure out the upgrade methods by reading the literal meaning of their genetic sequences.

Leaving aside the level issue for the time being, Chu Guang sat in front of the computer and opened the official website.

He wanted to check how the players felt about last night's battle, but the players' reactions startled him.

My goodness, more than 100 players already have withdrawal reactions.

"Ah! Without Boss Ya’s mushroom soup, I'm dying!"

"I can't hold a little man's hand and dance anymore."

"Without Xiaoyu's greetings, I feel that I have no motivation to go to work! My boss scolded me today, and I actually glared back at him. I felt like he was scared. Should I start preparing a new resume?"

"Damn it! I really want to blow up something! I just got the recipe for RDX compound, I really want to try it out."

"You can still try it in reality?"

"Fuck off, are you asking me to blow myself up?!"

"It has been 12 hours since I went offline. I finally experienced the pain of Makka Pakka and Quit Smoking. It hurts, it hurts so much that I can't breathe."

"

Wuu wuu

... Developer, you can be my father... Please, let me log into the game!"

"..."

Jeez!

It's just not playing the game for a few days. Do they have to be this exaggerated?

I didn't expect these players to be so addicted.

Chu Guang originally thought about letting them take a few days off and relax in reality, but now it seemed that he was worrying too much. These players were even more hardworking than himself.

Quit Smoking, in particular, felt the sadness had become a torrent within him. According to his account, after losing connection the day before, he slept with his helmet on all night.

It made Chu Guang wonder how he was able to fall asleep.

After all, he vaguely remembered the players in the Bull and Horse Club saying that if they wore the helmet, they could still see the reminder of the countdown and login restrictions whether they opened or closed their eyes.

Chu Guang also couldn't figure out the technology behind the helmet. He just hoped players wouldn't ruin their bodies, and when they couldn't go online, they would live a good life and not cause trouble to society.

As for the issue of not being able to go online, to be honest, Chu Guang was more anxious than them.

More than a quarter of the players in the server couldn't play the game. If this were some triple A games, the publishers would probably need to spend millions to appease the players.

It could only be said that fortunately, the game was still in the alpha testing phase.

Light: Don't panic, everyone, we have been working overtime for 48 hours in a row to try to fix the problems, and all players who cannot log in to the game normally due to bugs will be compensated! In addition, players who died in the mission on the battlefield today will be rewarded with limited medals! The auction of the loot will also be held online, and you can receive it normally after you log back into the game, so you don’t have to worry about missing out on equipment because of death!

Quit_smoking: Brother Light! Woohoo, please, let your programmers hurry up!

Night Ten: As long as I can participate in the auction, everything else isn't important! I want to take the red dot sight! It's the best!

Tail: Give me 5 silver coins and I'll treat it as if nothing happened! Give me 10 silver coins and I'll help wash the floor! Ψ(｀д′)Ψ

Sisi: Tail, you are not dead, why are you causing trouble here?

Tail: Damn it, has Sisi been bought by the evil Dev?! Hurry up and spread the news out, Sisi is the Dev’s mouthpiece!

Sisi: ???

...

At the same time, the prison next to the operation camp.

Yuan Hao, who was wearing a padded jacket, turned off the off-road vehicle, threw a basket of potatoes at the door, and shouted coldly, "It's meal time."

The prison door was opened.

Looking at Vanus who came out from inside, Yuan Hao subconsciously touched the pistol on his waist with his right hand, guarding against his every move.

Seeing the alertness of the man in front of him, Vanus didn't say anything and simply picked up the basket containing the potatoes, turned around, and went back into the prison.

Looking at the closed door, then thinking of the blue coats and compatriots who died tragically in the battle that day, Yuan Hao couldn't help but spit at the door and returned to the car while cursing to himself.

"These scumbags."

In his opinion, there was no need to be polite with them. They shouldn't even be allowed to live in a warm prison. They should be thrown into the snow and frozen to death in the cold wind!

They should thank them that they could still get potatoes!