Chapter 318.2: This Game Company Is Too Powerful!

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... It is written in the background information on the official website that the survivors of West Continent City hid underground to deal with the marauder of the Bonechewer Clan, and formed resistance organizations and guerrilla troops."

Ample Time was very disappointed with his teammates' intelligence. "That's right! They established a resistance organization. Let's do a rational analysis. Since there is an organization, shouldn't there be a fixed stronghold? There's a survivor settlement underneath our feet, and we have been on the new map for more than half a month, yet we still don’t know where it is! Aren’t you the least curious about what it looks like?”

Gale was slightly taken aback. "Now that you mentioned it... You’re right!”

"Sigh, I just wanted to help that kid a little bit, but you have to make the problem so complicated..." Old White scratched the back of his head and said, "Forget it, what you said indeed makes sense."

It would certainly help them if they could connect with local resistance groups.

Speaking of which, it was very strange that they had been here for more than half a month, but the local resistance organization had never contacted them.

Was it because the program settings required players to find out by themselves?

"Then are we still going to cover the airdrop crate later?" Night Ten asked.

"No, it will be too risky later. We can recover it when it gets dark... Let's go meet the resistance organization here first," Old White reached out his hand to Ample Time's tactical bag and took two bags of green wheat cakes. "Give me 2 packs."

"Wait! Take the ones from my backpack. I'm hanging those on my chest to block bullets." Ample Time reflexively ducked to the side, covering his chest with his hands.

Old White couldn't help rolling his eyes. "What kind of weak ass bullets would be stopped by a few pieces of cake?"

Night Ten grinned. "Hahahaha."

Gale coughed lightly. "Let's not get distracted and lose track of the kid... Let's go."

The group followed the boy and crossed 2 streets. After walking for about 2 kilometers, they came to the entrance of a half-collapsed subway station.

The boy stopped at the entrance and looked around cautiously before entering.

Ample Time's group followed closely behind him, passed through the ticket gate of the subway station, and entered the tunnel from the platform.

Rats were densely packed throughout the tunnel and within the train carriages, showing no fear of people. They even bared their teeth upon spotting the players.

The boy pulled out a steel bar, waved it wildly a few times to drive the rats away, and then immediately ran towards the depths of the tunnel.

"Are these Make Me’s little brothers?" Night Ten who followed behind whispered.

"You're overestimating his ability... Just ignore those rats, don't lose our target." Ample Time had a feeling that they were almost there.

The boy soon stopped in front of a green-painted iron door. He stretched out his hand and knocked rhythmically on the door a few times.

Not long after, the door opened.

The boy quickly got in and disappeared from everyone's sight.

It was like he never existed.

"... That should be the entrance to the underground settlement of the survivors of West Continent City!" Ample Time's face was full of excitement.

It's an unexplored map!

𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

With this info, my post on the forum will definitely receive 100k+ likes!

Old White stroked his chin. "I'm thinking how we should greet them. Should we just go over, knock on the door, and say hello first?"

Gale mused, "I think it might be better to reveal our identity first."

Just when Old White and Gale were discussing how to greet the local survivors, Night Ten's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he quickly raised the semi-automatic rifle in his hand.

"Somebody is coming!"

Almost as soon as his voice fell, footsteps came from the back of the tunnel.

A group of men with simple and unkempt clothes appeared near the platform of the subway station. They carried iron-pipe rifles on their backs and woven bags in their hands. Judging from the shriveled bags, their harvest today should not be very good.

When the group of people met the eyes of Old White and his group, they were obviously stunned for a moment, and then immediately shouted in panic, loading the iron-barrel rifles in their hands.

The atmosphere suddenly became very tense.

Putting his index finger on the safety switch, Old White glanced at the weapons in their hands, and shot Ample Time a look.

Ample Time understood what he wanted. He lowered the muzzle of his gun and took a step forward, shouting in the federation language he didn't know very well.

"We are the paratroopers of the New Alliance! We are here with a peaceful purpose, I hope you can lower your weapons!"

Paratroopers of the New Alliance?!

Aren't they fighting marauders?

Why are they here?

The group of people standing at the entrance of the tunnel were obviously stunned. They obviously didn't expect the people from the New Alliance to be here.

Maintaining the aiming posture, the man in the lead shouted nervously, "... How can we trust you?"

Ample Time replied, "Allowing you to remain standing is our greatest sincerity. If you continue to point your guns at us, we'll have no choice but to fight back."

"Everyone lower your weapons!" The green-painted door opened and a man in a leather jacket stepped out.

Standing beside him were 2 guards holding automatic rifles, followed by a boy who was holding a bag in his hand and was looking anxiously at the 4 people in the middle of the tunnel.

Old White looked at the boy, then at the man in the leather jacket. The man's sharply defined face resembled something carved with a knife, and his sharp pupils easily reminded people of the wasteland's ubiquitous jackals.

He's strong.

Whether in terms of experience or strength.

Old White made an assessment in his mind.

And while he was sizing that person up, that person was also looking at him with apprehensive eyes.

"I am Wu Chengyi, the mayor of Hope Town and the leader of the guerrillas. What is your name?" The man asked after introducing himself.

"Old White." Old White didn't know how to say his in-game ID in the federation language, so he used the nickname everyone gave him.

Wu Chengyi didn't find it strange that this name obviously didn't resemble something real.

There were all kinds of names in the wasteland.

It didn't matter what they were called.

"You said you were from the New Alliance?"

Not skilled in the in-game language, Old White cast a pleading glance at Ample Time. He was somewhat able to interpret what others meant based on their expressions and context, but normal communication was still a bit of a challenge for him.

'How should I reply?'

'Let me do it.'

Seeing the struggle of his good brother at a glance, Ample Time took over the conversation and spoke with the help of the translation function of VM. "Yes, we are from the New Alliance, loyal to the administrator. We fight for the revival of civilization, and are currently at war with the Bonechewer Clan... We heard that you are also at war with them, so we came uninvited. After all, the enemy of the enemy might become a friend."

The enemy of the enemy might become a friend...

Not necessarily so in the Wasteland.

An enemy's enemy may become a friend if they were evenly matched in strength. If there was a huge difference in strength, it may become the other party's spoils.

The vast majority of survivors in West Continent City had a good impression of the New Alliance, and even held an unrealistic vision, but Wu Chengyi was well aware that there was no free lunch in this world.

As the leader of the resistance organization, he needed to consider things more thoroughly. It was extremely dangerous to trust strangers easily before he understood the other party's intentions.

Wu Chengyi stared at Ample Time and continued, "Last question, what do you think of us?"

"What do we think of you?" Ample Time froze for a moment, then understood what the man in front of him wanted to ask.

He thought for a moment and said, "You are a group of brave men, at least you didn't surrender. Of course, this is just my opinion. If you want to ask the Administrator for his opinion, you might as well go and ask him yourself."

Wu Chengyi was slightly taken aback. "Is there any way you can get in touch with him?"

Ample Time gave him a strange look. "Of course. Our radio station can contact the base at any time."

Hearing these words, joyful expressions appeared on the faces of everyone around.

After exchanging a few words with the guards beside him in a low voice, Wu Chengyi signaled the guerrillas to put away their guns.

Walking up to the players alone, he stretched out his right hand. "... Thank you for lending a helping hand, and please forgive us for being wary. We have witnessed too many deaths of our compatriots in the past 6 months, and it is difficult for us to trust any stranger easily."

Ample Time shook his hand. "I understand."

After a pause, Wu Chengyi continued, "About your proposal just now, I have considered it. Please allow me to speak with your administrator."

...

In the barracks of the New Alliance.

Chu Guang, who was sitting in the command room, was looking at the report sent from Bluestone County.

The survey work of the copper-molybdenum deposit had been completed, the construction equipment had been delivered, and the mining and smelting of the copper mine were already in progress.

As of last weekend, the New Alliance had achieved self-sufficiency in industrial raw materials such as copper, molybdenum, and sulfur.

Transportation rail had also been laid from Remote Creek Town to Bluestone County.

Chu Guang had paid special attention to the speeches of those Lifestyle Profession players who were sent to the Geopark to explore mineral deposits in the forum recently.

Judging by the photos they took and what other cloud gamers were talking about, those mining rigs left over from the early Federation Era shocked everyone.

Especially in terms of industrial design.

Although more than 300 years had passed, and the mining equipment used as antique exhibitions had long been unusable, the design ideas of some equipment still brought them a lot of inspiration.

The profound impact from their respective professional fields was much stronger for those few players who were working in the geological field than the sensations brought to them by solid-state hydrogen or X-4 fibers.

All the players involved in the exploration work couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The game company was just too advanced!

"Master, there is new news from the Burning Corps you sent to West Continent City." Little Seven's voice came from next to Chu Guang's ear.

Putting down the report sent by the logistics department, Chu Guang asked casually, "What is it?"

Little Seven continued. "Your players have established contact with local survivors. A man who claims to be the leader of the resistance organization wishes to speak with you."

Resistance in West Continent City?

To be honest, in his original plan, he had considered using the power of local survivors to deal with the Fang Clan.

But that was a few versions ago.

With the cards he currently held, it was more than sufficient for him to organize the attack alone. There was no need to further support the local resistance organization. Making them too strong might actually impact the subsequent assimilation process.

However, since they wanted to speak with him... It might be a good opportunity.

Index finger tapping lightly on the table, Chu Guang thought for a while before speaking. "Make an appointment with them."

"Alright, master!" As an assistant, Little Seven was as reliable as ever. After the voice fell, it immediately went to help Chu Guang arrange a call.

Picking up the tablet on the table again, Chu Guang turned to the last document.

[West Continent City Industrial Zone Development Plan (Draft)]

After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang added more.

[... And the New Restored Zone and Survivor Colony Reconstruction Plan]

The large number of survivors in West Continent City, coupled with the captives of the marauders, could not be absorbed by the population capacity of Dawn City in a single go.

The best way was to build a new settlement and house those survivors for the time being.

It just so happened that he planned to transfer heavy industry from Clearspring City to West Continent City, which was farther away from Boulder Town.

Looking at the document in his hand, Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction.

"This plan..."

"I believe both players and wastelanders will like it."