San Francisco Bay Area, California, USA. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It is home to one of the regions with the highest average personal income in the country and the world, and the high-tech park Silicon Valley. Jonas Virtual Reality Technologies' "Triangle Building" stands on University Road in San Jose, on the shores of Lake Wassena.

The signal from the super server travels through the submarine fiber optic cable to the exchange centers around the world, supporting the normal operation of "Breaking Dawn". The information fed back from all over the world is injected into the huge database of the head office day and night, and the entire system requires a maintenance team of tens of thousands of people to work in shifts.

"Amy, how's the feedback from the adaptive plot counting?"

"A total of 25,966 fragments, referring to the player's physiology and cranial nerve activity collected by the system, are successively assigned plots with difficulty of S, A, B, C, and D, of which C and D have the highest plot matching rate, accounting for 73.5%, B 18.2%, A and S still have unassigned plots."

"The following is the specific distribution of each region, there are a total of 12 S-level plots, and now there are only 3 in the Americas, 3 in Europe, 2 in Southeast Asia and Australia, and ......"

"Huaxia District, 8."

The freckled girl slammed on the virtual keyboard and pulled out two documents from the 3D projection and threw them on the holographic display table in the office.

"I really don't know what's wrong with the people in the planning team, the difficulty of the A-level plot is not as good as the physical fitness of professional athletes, and it is impossible to reach more than 60% of the completion, and setting such a level is too inconsistent with the overall quality of the public."

The yellow-haired thin monkey raised his head from his desk and glanced at the projection, and couldn't help but complain to his friend next door.

However, Kiyo ignored him and was watching a video with a shout.

"Shet, oh, Jesus! Is this a super soldier? ”

"When you go to work, you dare to watch a movie, and the minister finds out that you are gg." Huang Mao poked his head out to remind his friends: "What is this...... First person perspective? ”

"The S-level plot of Huaxia District, oh, if I am in it, I won't survive for ten minutes at all." Jiyou's voice trembled quickly, and his eyes didn't leave the screen in the slightest.

The two of them held their breath and followed the small eastern face inside, holding a sword and shield to move forward in the sea of corpses and blood, and finally break out of the encirclement. Huang Mao let out a long breath: "If I'm not mistaken, the person who matches the S plot is free mode by default." ”

"That's right, this is the scariest part, the person who plays the game is no worse in reality than in it." Jiyou swallowed his saliva, picked up the cup and took a sip of hot cocoa to suppress the shock.

"Huh? This is only 76% complete, so what about the first 80%! ”

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm going to keep it and go home and enjoy it slowly."

"Fake, pass me a copy, I don't have permission!"

"Let's take a look at it together, Daniel, if you're done summarizing your information, why don't you let Lisa give you a part." Magnetic voices came from behind the two of them.

"Okay minister...... You're all the ones who are paralyzed, why are you doing here? ”

Huang Mao shrugged: "Blame me." ”

The display table was transformed into a dome projection by the eye girl, and the staff lay their chairs flat and held their water glasses to watch quietly.

Tian Hai, starry sky, girl.

Fire, blood, destruction.

At the end of the progress bar, there was silence in the office.

"Damn," Huang Mao muttered lowly, "There are so many monsters in Huaxia." ”

……

"Uhhhh The thin man pinched his nostrils and swept out the last lump of yellow and white on the ground of the chicken coop, like Tiger Woods swinging his club.

Rong Zixin bypassed the thin man who was going crazy, washed the troughs on both sides with water, and found that there were still stubborn stains, so he picked up the brush and rubbed it vigorously.

"Nowitzki, hand me a board." Bethlehem poked his head out from the top of the coop.

"Pick it up!" The fat man shouted and threw a thin wooden plank one meter long onto the roof.

The sun was tilting, and dozens of chickens were driven back to the newly renovated chicken coop, and four people sat side by side under the eaves to admire the fruits of their labor for more than two hours.

"It's done, why isn't there a system prompt?" The thin man leaned his back against the earthen wall and asked feebly.

"Aunt Gang said that she would not pay her salary until she was satisfied with the acceptance." The fat man bared his purple teeth and rinsed his mouth at half a bucket of water: "Kord, you really killed me. ”

Bai Leng chuckled, his hands pillowed behind his head and looked at Rong Zixin, who was collecting [Purple Tooth Grass] in the yard one by one: "Brother, what do you want this thing for?" ”

"There are things with names and surnames, but it doesn't hurt to take them," Rong Zixin used a piece of thatched scraps from the roof of the chicken coop to tie the purple tooth grass in his hand into bundles. "Where do you go next?"

"What do you think?" Bethleng asked the fat man.

"Let's study it," the fat man rubbed open the holy pattern and pulled out the system map: "To the north of Huishan Town is the towering Norton Mountain, and there is definitely no shortage of monster resources in it, but with our current strength, it is a bit unqualified." ”

"There is a forest to the east and a forest to the west, and only to the south there is a national road to the towns of Gika and Domes......"

"Stop, stop, don't go so far, let's put the scope within Huishan Town."

"How about here," the fat man zoomed in on the map to mark a high highlight: "John's Lute, the only tavern in town, this kind of place is not a lot of news, there are many opportunities, and by the way, you can have a drink or two, and I am quite looking forward to what kind of place the entertainment venue in the game will be." ”

"Come on, I don't think you can make up a glass of beer even if you sell all your clothes." The thin man rolled over.

"Then where do you say to go?"

"Let me squint and don't go anywhere for a while, I'm so tired."

Bai Leng glanced at the thin man who was already snoring slightly, and got up to say goodbye to the fat man: "Otherwise, we will leave first and contact us at noon tomorrow." ”

The fat man waved his hand with a wry smile and continued to study the map in front of him.

"What do you think of these two people?"

"The character is not bad, and it can be touched." Rong Zixin stopped around the corner: "I want to go to the town hall to have a look, do you want to be together?" ”

"Let's go, work first."

There are more and more players coming into the face, some of them are full of interest and some are quite impatient.

"Why can't you learn skills if you don't have enough strength 8, Lao Tzu is about to faint in line in exchange for such a sentence? The weapon is almost understandable, after all, the concept is to be closer to reality, but to do such a restriction without considering the feelings of ordinary players? ”

A thin player is venting his bitterness at his companion, the coarse linen garment that can be used as a white cold vest is worn on him like a cloak.

There was a muscular man in the open space next to him playing with a wooden stick he received from the guards, and said disdainfully: "Seventy percent of people can reach the initial strength standard, blame yourself for being too weak in reality, it's better to exercise hard if you talk nonsense, kid." ”

"Isn't the game made so that every player can enjoy the fun it deserves? Why should the special virtual character be associated with real physical fitness? I can't even play a game with a different starting line. ”

"Hehe, don't play rolling, save yourself from pit teammates."

"What did you say?"

Bai Leng silently bypassed the battlefield that was about to start spraying each other, and turned his head to ask Rong Zixin: "How much strength do you have?" ”

“18。”

"I'm obedient, I have someone like you as a team, friendly and safe!"

"There's a lot less people, let's go in and have a look."

"Eh, why don't you have a little consciousness of being a master, don't you see that the little girl next to you is about to burst into eyes, at this time, you should swing and walk with your eyes up!"

"May I ask you, gentlemen, can you still go inside and learn some basic combat skills?" Rong Zixin ignored Bai Leng and crossed the players who were unwilling to return empty-handed to the two soldiers guarding the entrance of the hall and asked.

"Holy Tattoo." Surrounded and questioned by a large group of power and waste wood, the guards' mood was obviously not very good.

The position of the holy emblem engraving of the two of them is on the inside of the forearm, but Rong Zixin is engraved on the right hand.

Rolling up his sleeves for the guards to verify the identity of their oracle, another guard pointed to several stone locks placed next to the gate: "Hold it flat with one hand and hold it for ten seconds to get in." ”

The two looked at each other and walked towards the testing area.

"Drink......" Bai Leng started first, roared, his arm trembled, and after locking the stone at shoulder level for ten seconds, the whole person fell down as if he had lost his strength, and looked at the guards with a thick exhaustion and expectation on his face.

The corners of the guard's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand impatiently.

So Bai Leng jumped and shouted and disappeared into the envious and jealous eyes of a group of people behind him.

Rong Zixin watched everything expressionlessly and calmly completed his assessment.

This place, which was originally responsible for the day-to-day affairs of the town, was added as an oracle reception center under the operation of the mayor, and the attitude of the civil servants can be seen from the two stinky faces in front of the gate. Following the direction of the yawning reception girl's finger, the two walked straight to the guard training ground.

"You think that's fun?" Rong Zixin frowned and looked at Bai Leng.

"Please, those people at the door are already about to cry, how sad they should be if they act so relaxed and freehand, what if they smash the host in a fit of anger, wouldn't it be impossible to pretend happily without a foil?" Bethleng gouged his nostrils.

"I can't even lift a 15-kilogram object, so I don't think there's any need to choose to become a combat officer."

Sure enough, the training ground was open-air, and the crackling sound of stick-like weapons hitting the ground mixed with the instructor's shouting and scolding rushed towards him.

Dozens of players lined up on the huge field and waved the short stick in their hands with a hard but anxious expression. The two were stopped by a veteran head sitting by the door:

"Come and get the guy."

Bai Leng admired the data of his novice weapon with a pained face.

[Bravo Militia Special Training Stick] (Poor)

Vaillant: 2

Intensity: 2

Weight: 5.3 lbs

Introduction: This is a testimony of a soldier who began his journey to battle, please use and treat it properly

"Jeff, you add two more!" The veteran shouted at an instructor not far from him.

The two of them walked towards the red-haired young man with sticks in hand.

"I'll do the demonstration again, and if you can't master the few things you haven't memorized, just get out."

Jeff motioned to Bai Leng and Rong Zixin to stand in the team with his eyes, regardless of the extremely ugly faces of the players in front of him, and lifted the wooden stick at his feet to pose in a posture.

"Listen, newcomer, since you have chosen to leave your mark on this world with iron and blood, then be prepared to endure hardships and be injured, don't complain like a girl halfway."

"As a rookie, you must first practice these three movements for me until they are ripe."

[Non-commissioned officer Jeff Brown teaches you general martial arts: the key to confrontation, whether to learn or not]

Rong Zixin listened carefully with a stick, while Bai Leng looked around restlessly.

"First, the posture of facing the enemy. Lower your body, lunge or stride, put your weapon up, concentrate, and in the future, whether your enemy is an Elder Dragon or a boar, you can't go wrong with staring at each other. ”

"Second, the offensive stance. According to your own habits, launch an attack from four directions: up, down, left, right......" He quickly swung four sticks according to the instructions he said: "The strength of the attack is subject to your attack intention, if you are tempting, you will use fifty percent of the force, and if you are desperate, you will also use your strength to feed." ”

"Third, a defensive posture. Incoming attacks can come from any corner, and the best thing to do is to hold the center so that you can react to an attack in the shortest amount of time you can block. When defending, you can hold the stick unchanged or change it to both ends, of course, the latter is more stable. Finally, I'll show you again, you, don't look at it, it's you, attack me! ”

"Huh?" Bai Leng hadn't reacted yet.

"Pick up your weapon and attack me! Don't you understand this basic etiquette when others speak? How many times do you want me to say it? Red-haired Jack's patience had been exhausted by the previous players, and he yelled at Bethlehem in a frustration.

“…… Be. ”

Bai Leng stretched his arms, rushed forward a few steps under Rong Zixin's stunned gaze, kicked his feet into the air violently, and smashed his round stick at Jeff with a sharp sound of breaking wind.

(Two more!) I'm actually two shifts! Actually, I'm just trying to make up the number of words to apply for Sanjiang...... ）