From the air, it looks like a giant egg placed on black soil. In fact, it is similar. The entire Lost Garden Resort is an independent ecosystem with a complete protective shell. It was first used to simulate the self-sustaining ecology of colonization in outer space.
Environmental simulation cabin.
Its maximum cross-sectional area is almost 20 hectares, and it is olive-shaped, with a long axis of about 330 meters, a short axis of 295 meters, and a maximum height of about 70 meters, but the smaller half sank into the ground due to gravity.
The Lost Garden has a fairly complete recycling ecosystem, which can get rid of external supply and ensure that fifty people can operate independently in it for seven months.
But at this time, the total number of tourists, service personnel, and guards inside the Lost Garden has exceeded one hundred and sixty.
Narezzano Rothschild is one of them, but he usually uses the name Omega when operating in such places.
He is actually the Chairman of the Family Council of this generation of the Rothschild family, and the youngest Chairman of the Council in the history of the family. However, because the previous generation made some high-tech choices, the Family Council system was permanently banned, and he became the
He became the last speaker of parliament in his family's history.
For eternal rights, those old guys chose to upload their consciousness to the supercomputer, and the electronic version of the three-person family council will become the core intelligent control program of the Phoenix in the future.
Now, in order to prevent accidents, one of the three old guys has hidden his root server in the deep sea to keep company with fish and shrimps, one has allowed himself to enjoy the ultimate freedom of deep space at the Lagrange point, and the last one has entered just
In the framed Phoenix City, build your own throne first.
But they can still adjust the actions of the entire family through the Internet, and Narezzano Rothschild is just the executor.
He has nothing to complain about. As the president of the Rothschild family, the resources at his disposal are almost unlimited. And if everything goes well, he can enter the electronic field after reaching the age of sixty, share power with his predecessors, and continue his career.
of eternal domination.
So, I have nothing to complain about except being a bit unhappy about being used as a puppet.
Narezzano comes to Lost Paradise for vacation at this time every year. He once thought about buying the club directly, but considering that playing in his own property would lose a lot of fun from various perspectives, he finally gave up.
idea.
The core entertainment activity of Lost Paradise is the wasteland survival reality show.
In Ohio, since Norfolk Southern destroyed fifty carloads of hazardous chemicals at almost zero cost in a planned train derailment in 2023, other companies have begun to follow suit.
Anyway, the land in that area is also polluted and cannot be rescued. Even if it comes a few more times, the public's reaction will be much smaller than if a new contaminated area is opened, right?
At first, there were various 'accidents' in the area involving hazardous chemicals carried by some land transport vehicles, causing vehicles to burn down, break down and need to be abandoned, and then there were another seven or eight 'accidents' of train derailments.
After all railways in the nearby area were paralyzed, some companies began to use more efficient and less covert methods to discard hazardous chemicals.
In 2027, a cargo plane loaded with pollutants flew over the polluted area. Fifteen tons of harmful substances were sealed in special containers and landed in the dangerous area by airdrop. Part of it leaked, causing a flood in the waters of Lake Erie.
pollute.
That was the last documented hazardous chemical disposal case to be prosecuted by the federal government.
Later, the first corporate war occurred, and then the second corporate war. By the time people recovered from the overwhelming war news, most of Ohio and northwestern Pennsylvania had become a restricted area for life.
Viewed from the air, the south shore of Lake Erie glows with a faint blue reflection in the sunlight, and any birds that try to pass through will fall down in pieces.
According to the measurement standards of the Corinning Company, that place will not be suitable for human survival even after 10,000 years.
Now, Lost Paradise has gained a foothold here, and it generously provides club members with a reality show similar to Night City's Dead Man Fighting, but more operable.
You can choose a player that is exclusive to you from the list provided by the club to enter the polluted area to participate in the survival competition. Most of these players are white-collar workers in the city. After all, watching them struggle to survive is a core attraction of this show.
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But if you have your favorite person who wants to participate, you can also help him or her sign up. As long as you pay enough money, your person will naturally appear in the reality show, waiting for you to cheer for him or her.
As for whether these contestants are voluntary, this is a federal-style black humor, because in a legal sense they are all voluntary and have signed a liability exemption agreement. Even if these programs are directly broadcast by TV stations, there is no legal aspect.
The problem.
As for the rest, the Federation is a country governed by the rule of law and only looks at evidence.
Narezzano Rothschild just spent money to buy a player. The goal is his own choice. He is a researcher from a laboratory affiliated to Atlanta Dynamics Group. He is very smart and has good skills. He loves traveling in the wilderness and he drove through it by himself before graduating.
More than half of the federation.
He reached out and ordered a glass of pure water. The clone maid produced by Nehru Manor looked like a perfect woman in every aspect. She was obedient to the guests. Narezzano patted her on the head, as if she was doting on her little one.
dog.
This club once tried to replace the real players with clones, which almost ruined its own business. Fortunately, it finally returned to the right path. No matter how well the clones were trained, they still had less spirituality or resistance than the real ones.
Spirit.
Narezzano looked at the picture of the player that was played only for him, with a smile on his lips. The player is not awake yet, but he will be soon.
He especially likes to watch the eyes of the players after they wake up and just figure out what happened to them. Watching them go from confusion to anger to finally accepting their fate. Looking at the whole process, it feels like he has also experienced a fateful experience.
fluctuation.
The contestants will encounter many tests in this reality show. For example, they only have a thin isolation suit, a few doses of cleaning and disinfection agents in their backpacks, no food and water, and even only three air filters.
hours of use.
In order to continue to live, you must complete tasks one after another to obtain better equipment, food, and items necessary for survival. These tasks include but are not limited to breaking into buildings guarded by machine guards, military bases, and getting up close to other players.
Fighting, the classic moral choice of whether to save the wife or the mother first.
That's right, in order to increase the fun and motivation of the contestants, most of them are not participating in the reality show alone.
The 6.5 million federal coins paid by Narezzano included the contestant himself, one of his colleagues, two friends, his ex-girlfriend, and his only relative, a disabled corporate mercenary uncle.
It’s a good deal, isn’t it?
Six and a half million, six people were packed, and each person only had an average of just over one million federal coins. Narezzano stared at the screen with some anticipation.
"Come on, Rickard, I'm very optimistic about you!" Narezano pressed the wake-up button on the screen.
Rickard Endom opened his eyes with difficulty. He was knocked unconscious by someone in the parking lot. In his last consciousness, he only hoped that the other person would seek wealth rather than life.
But now it seems that he is a little too extravagant in asking God to bless him. He feels like his head is covered with a layer of plastic material. Through the two narrow observation windows, he can see the messy environment around him. It looks like someone's house.
's basement.
It was only then that he realized that his hands and feet were not restrained. Rickard's first reaction was to take off the thing on his head.
But the recorder hanging on his chest suddenly made a sound: "Mr. Rickard Ndom, if I were you, I would stay calm and not act rashly, because your environment is three meters underground and is filled with all kinds of poisonous and harmful substances."
Gas, without a gas mask, you will die of suffocation within three minutes."
Rickard's hand froze in mid-air, as if to verify the words on the recorder. Not far in front of him was a pot of dead plants and a dead pet dog.
That's his dog.
Rickard's breathing quickened instantly, his anger fleeting, followed by fear.
"You have been chosen by fate. This is a test for you. If you survive to the end, you can directly become a fourth-level researcher at the Atlanta Power Laboratory and receive 10 million federal coins in cash."
"Please note that the protective clothing you are using now is not prepared for this environment. The protective coating on its surface will gradually disintegrate within two hours, and the air filter in your gas mask can only last for three hours.
, if I were you, I should take action now to find more supplies to keep myself alive."
Rickard avoided the body of the pet dog and groped around in the basement in confusion, and successfully found a screwdriver and a roll of sealing tape.
Narezzano, who was sitting in the Lost Garden, threw another 500,000 federal coins into the prize pool out of spite, and released twelve mutant cockroaches in the area where Rickard was. The thing was as big as a washbasin.
It looks uncomfortable.
Correspondingly, as a check and balance, at the location where Rickard went out, the wall that was originally covered in dust opened a hidden compartment, revealing a brand new fire ax inside, with its red metal part very conspicuous.
In a more hidden location in the next room, a pistol was pushed out from a similar hidden compartment and landed in a half-open drawer.
Lost Paradise hopes to provide customers with customized content, and a sense of participation is the top priority.
The course of action of the reality show participants, the difficulties they encounter, and the help they receive are all planned by the sponsor.
Not only that, if the scope of activities of two participants overlap, whether to cooperate to form a team or to have an exciting conflict is all decided by the funder.
Most of the people who vacation here have gotten over the low-level interests of arbitrarily depriving other people of their lives, and repeatedly testing human nature is what they like most.
Narezano watched with joy as the attentive Rickard found the well-hidden pistol and took the fire ax. However, as soon as he turned around, he was frightened by a mutated cockroach and started to tremble.
"So what will you choose, Rickard, survival, or death?" Narezano looked at the impasse with a ruddy face.
Wang Zhengdao came in a hurry as always, and the Prophet's health was getting worse and worse. A lot of problems arose within the Ark organization because of the Prophet's 180-degree turn in the route. He was so busy every day that he even had to eat.
I ate it across three or four countries.
But when he received Tang Ji's call, he showed up immediately.
Wang Zhengdao first said hello to the old man, then patted Tang Anran's life-saving capsule to make sure that the ice inside was solid and showed no signs of melting. He turned to look at Sirte, who was struggling with car parts.
"What's wrong with the child?" Wang Zhengdao looked at Soult holding a thick engine maintenance manual, reading it with gusto. There were a lot of mechanical parts at hand, and he picked up one from time to time and compared it.
"Maybe he has found his true love." Tang Ji looked at Surte with the same look, obviously unable to understand how Surte's interests and hobbies came to be.
After all, he is probably the person in the world, other than Wang Zhengdao, who least needs something like a car.
"Where are you going this time?" Wang Zhengdao waved his hand, already accustomed to his identity: "Let's talk about it first, I will meet with the Queen of England in fifteen minutes, so you'd better not mention the place where the environment is too harsh."
"Ohio Dirty" Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao spoke almost at the same time in the second half of their words, and then fell silent together.
"Queen, does she like to smoke?" Tang Ji tried to ease the atmosphere, but the effect was obviously not good. Wang Zhengdao threw him from an altitude of 7,000 meters.
Below him is a piece of land that is somewhat dark in color. The burned compounds have left traces on the surface that are difficult to clean, and those that cannot be burned are even more destructive.
When Tang Ji was at an altitude of two thousand meters, he had already begun to smell some smells that he had never smelled in other places before.
After Tang Ji landed, the first thing he felt was silence. Everything around him was completely silent. There was no sound except his own breathing.
And every breath reminded him of the scene when he experienced a nuclear explosion. The complex smell burned his respiratory tract and lungs in the form of toxic gas.
If ordinary people are not protected, they may suffocate to death in two to three minutes.
But Tang Ji wouldn't. He just felt like he was back on duty at the Law Enforcement Bureau, spending the night with a group of old smokers in the smoking room.
His target was easy to find, and the coordinates provided by Mikkelsen were very accurate. During the free fall, it was difficult for Tangji not to see the white olive-shaped building.
But before rushing in and killing everyone, Tang Ji felt a familiar feeling. It seemed that someone who met the criteria of a Scarlet Disciple appeared nearby.