Chapter 58 Killing Field
"That's Yuan Zhixia, right? I heard that she seems to have won a science and technology innovation competition award recently. She probably won't even have to take the college entrance examination to be admitted to a top university."
< br>Han Letian sighed with envy, and suddenly closed the test paper on his desk that had an above-average score, "It's a waste of time to study, I won't study anymore!"
Mu Yulu sitting in the front row Hearing the noise, he turned around and said casually: "Didn't you say before that your parents thought about sending you to the UK or Australia to study at university?"
Han Letian shrugged, "Oh, the plan has been cancelled. There are terrorist attacks happening there every three days and it’s not safe.”
In the past few years, as the killing game has continued to advance, the already volatile regional situation has become even more unstable.
African warlords emerge one after another. The black uncles use advanced weapons such as simple exoskeletons, suicide drones, and machine guns and robot dogs produced by European Heavy Industries and Prometheus Laboratories to fight endlessly on the land of Africa. , displacing millions of civilians.
Compared with before the Killing Fields game started, warlords are much richer in terms of weapons and equipment. Even small warlords can afford light tanks - although there are often rumors of infantry-tank synergy and tank control. An own incident in which one's own infantry was accidentally crushed to death.
These warlords attack and annex each other, sometimes forming alliances and sometimes betraying each other, and the situation changes day by day.
On some domestic forums, netizens jokingly called it the "All-Africa Chicken Eating Contest" and named a total of five "Africa's Three Major Warlords".
Well, there are five warlords in total. This is very reasonable. Just like the three great tyrants in Africa in the last century, they were still composed of five "humanoid heroes": Mobutu, Bokassa, Amin, Masiere, and Doe. The composition is the same.
Africa is so chaotic, and other regions are not much better. The powder keg in the Middle East has been ignited again, the Russia-Ukraine war has escalated, and South America has transformed from drug lords fighting for territory into a cyberpunk-style corporate war.
Major multinational companies have bypassed local governments in many South American countries and provided everything ordinary people need in the fields of food, clothing, housing, transportation, medical care, education, insurance, etc. People either sign contracts to join the company and become lifelong employees, or There is no intermediate option for leaving one's hometown to go abroad
Not even returning to the countryside to become a farmer - the super company will control the local government in South America to change the law, and agricultural products that do not meet the standards will not be allowed on the market.
The same thing is happening in developed countries such as Japan, South Korea, Europe and the United States - the middle class has returned to poverty due to various reasons, and the entire society is sprinting towards the three classes of super rich, working class and bottom class.
It's just cyberpunk brought into reality, no, in a sense it's not as good as cyberpunk.
At least in the cyberpunk worldview, people at the bottom can equip themselves with prosthetic parts, risk their lives to break into tightly secured company buildings, and behead company executives who have done many unjust things.
In reality, chaebols and consortiums have merged with players.
Either buying players, or hiring them, or absorbing them through marriage, or directly obtaining player qualifications for one of their own.
If ordinary people want to resist, they can only become the Chosen One and possess extraordinary power. But once he became a player, his own class also changed.
Immediately there was a group of people waving money in fear, inviting him to join the company, and offering him cars, beautiful women, villas and mansions. Let him be one of his own.
Li Sheng rubbed his eyebrows and saw another side of the world from the news that he treated as anecdotes in the past.
Whether it is warlords in Africa, wars in the Middle East, or the current situation of magical realism in South America, there is a complete and rigorous logic behind these weird phenomena.
People, more people, the more painful and struggling their lives are, and the people who have to burst out their life potential, means more player qualifications.
Means the ticket to a bright future.
Because of this, giants like European Heavy Industries and Prometheus are willing to sell arms at low prices and look for player seedlings in the chaotic land of Africa.
Multinational groups are busy monopolizing more people, and they do not hesitate to launch wars for this purpose.
Ordinary people are either confused and living in confusion in a turbulent situation, not knowing whether tomorrow or the accident will come first.
Either become a player, step into the killing field, step into the death vortex of death if you don't get stronger, and walk on the tip of a knife all day long.
Chaos has arrived, both for mortals and players. Thinking of this, Li Sheng raised his head and glanced at the slogan on the classroom wall with mixed emotions.
Slogans in the past generally read, "If you don't accumulate small streams, you won't be able to grow into a river; if you don't accumulate small steps, you won't be able to reach a thousand miles."
I don’t know when, but it was changed to a simple, and in some sense strange, “universal world” and “for all mankind”.
This should be the country’s arrangement, but I don’t know when humans can truly unite in this cruel world.
While Li Sheng was sighing with emotion, Han Letian rolled his eyes, cleared his throat, and murmured in a low voice: "Hey Lao Sheng, do you know that Zhao Hua from Class 9 has been arguing with the shop owner all day over 5G Xiaomi? , I didn’t watch the Three Kingdoms and Eastern Wu Peking Opera "Burning Red Cliff" sung by Guo Qilin.
"Huh?"
Evans, who was writing furiously in front of the classroom, suddenly raised his head when he heard the key words, "What Huawei, what 5G, what Xiaomi, what Kirin, what Wu Jing?"
< br>Zhan Xinyu on the other side of the aisle also raised his head and sneered: "Good guy, are you a Weibo robot? You get excited when you hear keywords? The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has given you funding, right?"
< br>"What's wrong with you here? Let's see if you subscribe to the "Observer Network" as a premium member."
"What's wrong with the "Observer Network"? It's better than the CNN, BBC, and FOX you watch. Objective? ”
The two enemies dropped their pens and immediately started quarreling with each other. The classroom was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.
“Oh, I feel good.”
With a happy expression on his face, Han Letian happily poured himself a glass of soda.
Evansi and Zhan Xinyu are two strange people in the class. It is really a pleasure to watch them quarrel with each other. Even if it is just with white rice, you can eat two big bowls.
Another day of daily school life came to an end in a cheerful atmosphere. The students went home after school. Li Sheng, carrying his schoolbag, slowly came to the door of the lecture theater.
The door was unlocked, and there was only Yuan Zhixia inside. She was lying in front of the table writing homework quickly.
Li Sheng looked around, "Where are the people?"
"No one is coming."
Yuan Zhixia put away his homework slowly and came to Li Sheng holding a teacup. , suddenly said seriously: "Twenty-three million two hundred and seventy-four thousand one hundred and thirteen and six cents."
Li Sheng was confused by this string of numbers, "What do you mean?"
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"The price of a high-quality [relic ash bomb]."
Yuan Zhixia took a sip of tea and smiled: "Am I right? Mr. Peiying?"
"Alas" Li Sheng sighed, without much surprise on his face, and politely extended his palm, "I didn't expect to meet on this occasion, Stack Wizard."
"???"
It has been planned for a long time. Yuan Zhixia, who was delivering the lines, almost spit out a mouthful of tea, "Who the hell is the Stack Raider?!"
In a southern province, a young man in a plaid shirt who was typing codes in an Internet company's office building sneezed inexplicably.
(End of this chapter)