Chapter 41 Bad Street
Open the panel and choose to log in to the killing field.
The scene in front of me suddenly changed. A strong wind roared past, causing the corners of my clothes to sway violently.
Li Sheng lowered his center of gravity, stood firm, and squinted his eyes to observe the surrounding environment.
This is an unimaginably huge steel city. There are no low-rise buildings. Each skyscraper is more than a kilometer high, connected to the rock below and the steel above.
The buildings are connected by bridges and tunnels. At this moment, Li Sheng is standing on a metal bridge. Looking around, he can see messy steel cables, wires, and pipes everywhere with burn marks.
Except for Li Sheng, there is no trace of human activity in the entire city.
Thousands of machines are being constructed silently throughout the city, welding steel plates and installing cables. Turning a blind eye to Li Sheng's sudden appearance.
These mechanical bodies have different shapes, but they generally have a streamlined body structure, a white ceramic-like shell, and multiple mechanical arms with different functions.
They are the constructs mentioned in the forum, building and maintaining this unmanned city like worker bees in a hive.
Li Sheng looked around, subconsciously calculated the total amount of steel within his sight, and finally came up with a jaw-dropping astronomical figure.
This is only a very small part of the actual killing field. Looking far into the distance, one can vaguely see the end of the distant city, connected to a pipeline with a diameter of more than ten kilometers, leading to an unknown distance.
It is really hard to imagine how huge the entire killing field complex is, and what purpose such a huge structure serves.
Boom——
A thunderous sound came from the giant pipe at the end of the city, and the worker bee structures in the entire city stopped what they were doing, or got under the bridge, Or entering the building as if hiding something.
Li Sheng looked around and found a blue phone booth with a penguin pattern and a 4090 serial number printed on it at the end of the bridge a hundred meters away.
He quickly ran to the phone booth, opened the glass door, and took off the phone receiver. An inexplicable voice with a treacherous and playful tone came from the receiver.
[Aqili Teleportation Program is honored to provide you with online services. This service charges game currency worth 3% of the player's total spiritual power each time. Do you accept it?]
This kind The phone booth is a special building inside the physical killing field, which is equivalent to a teleportation station and is the main means of transportation for players.
According to the rules summarized in the forum, when new players log into the killing field for the first time, there will usually be a teleportation phone booth nearby, and they can immediately go to a safe area.
"Accept."
Li Sheng nodded, and after paying ten points of game currency on the transaction interface that popped up, he entered a series of nine-digit numbers on the phone dial.
The phone suddenly released its suction force, and Li Sheng's whole body was sucked into the receiver.
This feels quite strange, like being crushed back and forth by a rolling pin. The whole person becomes flat and elongated, traveling through a colorful river. The perception of the outside world has also become sluggish, as if he was drunk.
A few seconds later, Li Sheng fell out of the phone and appeared in a new blue phone booth with serial number 39. There was noise from outside.
The largest player gathering place in the physical killing field, the area where all guild headquarters are located, and the most prosperous business district among the player groups, [Backstreet], has arrived.
“Five yuan and five yuan, five yuan for the whole audience, you can’t buy the five-point game currency and you won’t be deceived, but you can buy the latest, most powerful, and most powerful military firearms!”
"Silver scale breastplate, rare quality, 600 pieces, first come first served!"
"The first offline casino in Grand Lisboa is open! Sexy dealer, dealing cards online, how much you charge How much can you give, and you can withdraw 100 Bitcoins in a single day?"
"Do you want to get a haircut? Want to know more about swimming and fitness, and about hairdressing?" Li Sheng took a deep breath and walked out. Phone booth, come to the bustling street.
This is like a lively and noisy commercial street. The colorful lights are extremely polluted, as if you are in a cyberpunk world.
Banks, fast food, clothing, beauty salons, jewelry, electronic products, gyms, pharmacies, etc. are all available, as well as clinics, gun shops, martial arts gyms and other elements that do not often appear on real commercial streets.
The styles of the various buildings are not uniform and are extremely messy. On the left of the towering modern bank building is a three-story classical Chinese restaurant, and on the right is a witchcraft shop selling toads, newts, and magic wands. supplies store. It looks extremely unconventional and worthy of the name "Backstreet".
The gym has no door, and a group of muscular men in vests are sweating profusely inside, using barbell plates weighing more than 500 kilograms.
The door of the small clinic was open, and a blond girl doctor with hideous suture scars on her face was cutting the alien corpse on the autopsy table with a bone saw.
Special-shaped corrosive blood spattered, leaving dense pits on the ceramic floor.
Perhaps noticing Li Sheng's gaze, the girl doctor stopped what she was doing, grinned at him, pinched the alien arm and waved.
Li Sheng nodded politely. He did not use his own face, but made a new face. He was also wearing night clothes sprayed with deodorant.
The streets are crowded with people, many of whom are wearing fancy clothes, such as the Stormtrooper armor in "Star Wars", the Akatsuki suit in "Naruto", and the tights in EVA.
There are others that are hardly human. There are octopus-headed mind flayers, mechanized cyborgs, werewolves, vampires, giants, dwarves and other classic fantasy creatures.
There is also a man in a white coat standing on the street corner with a huge dragon head and a bottle in his hand. The figure of Soy Sauce was talking to a spirit body.
It’s like walking into a cosplay comic show, there are strange things everywhere.
Well. It seems that I am not much better.
Li Sheng scratched his head. If he lifted the restrictions and summoned the mantis arm bone blade, sharp horns, and armor, it would look like a monster in the eyes of ordinary people.
[Backstreet] is a very special area where players are prohibited from hurting, colliding, or touching each other.
Any attempt to harm, harass, or detain other players will be attacked by special constructs, that is, security guards. Therefore, it is regarded as an absolutely safe haven by players.
“Time is limited, I don’t have time to wander around, so let’s stick to the plan.”
Li Sheng rubbed his palms, followed the map guidance of the forum, and quickly walked into a store called [Fire Power] Fully open gun shop.
This store is medium in size and has only one salesperson. The cabinets, shelves and even the ceiling are filled with a dazzling array of firearms.
Lockheed Martin's M134 rapid-fire machine gun, Belgian FN's SCAR assault rifle, Barrett, Glock, grenade launcher, and individual rocket launcher are all available. Even the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.
As a good student, Li Sheng had never seen so many firearms. Under the enthusiastic introduction of the salesperson, he picked up the weapons one by one, "This one, and this one, the ammunition also helps I'll pack it up and thank you."
"Okay, do you want to pay for the sales points?" The salesperson said enthusiastically: "Do you need a membership card? You can get a 20% discount by upgrading to a senior membership." >
Before Li Sheng answered, the familiar voice of Chang Sun Yao rang outside the door of the gun store, "My personal suggestion is that you don't need to apply for a card. When paying, you can settle in backstreet currency."
Li Sheng turned around. Looking over, he saw Zhang Sunyao standing outside the door followed by several World Nuclear Flat House employees. She nodded to him in surprise and kindness, "We meet again."
(End of this chapter)