Chapter 181 Red Name! Bounty Mission! (1/2)

Noisy electric sound——

"Hello everyone, this is the Voice of Boulder City. Before I give you tips on growing Camu trees and tips on getting rich as a scavenger, please allow me to interrupt with a piece of news that I like to hear."

"Just to the north of us, near the Huayuan Street subway station on the edge of the Fifth Ring Road in Qingquan City, our Captain Pritt led his Black Snake Mercenary Group and finally swung the butcher knife against the group of hillbillies in the northern suburbs."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really tragic. At the same time that the hillbillies lit the gunpowder barrels and blew the gnawers into the sky, our despicable and shameless Captain Pritt opened fire without even saying hello. Those people seemed to have been shot. Those poor people have worked hard for a week for the treasure hidden under the subway, and now not only have the treasure been used as someone else's wedding dress, they have even lost their wealth and life!"

"This once again shows how important it is to choose reliable bodyguards to ensure your safety! Unfortunately, there are no reliable military contractors to recommend today because no one pays for it! However, although there are no military contractors It’s recommended, but this channel has specially launched a prize-winning quiz!”

"1. What good things are hidden under the Fa Yuen Street subway station?"

"2. How many did Captain Prit kill in total?"

"3. How many casualties did the Black Snake Mercenary Group suffer?"

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The old radio placed at the bar repeatedly played glib noise.

The smell of burning low-quality tobacco mixed with the pungent alcohol can almost clog the throats of newcomers who are new to this place. The pole on the dance floor is always vacant, and even the cheapest dancers can't stand the filthy air here. Only drunkards who are drunk occasionally come up to perform impromptu performances.

This is the Two-tailed Mouse Tavern, one of the hundreds of taverns in Boulder City. It is also the most inconspicuous one hidden deep in the sewer alleys.

The customers who come in and out of this place are all mercenaries and scavengers living in nearby basements or cheap hotels. The watered beer sold here is very popular. With just one chip, you can sit at the bar and forget your worries for the whole night. As long as you are thick-skinned, no one can drive you away.

Of course, if you feel that the taste of watered beer is too bland, you can also choose the same cheap industrial alcohol. Drinking a small amount will be fine, but you have to be careful of other gentlemen picking it up.

It is not ruled out that some people do it on purpose, but if you don’t have any special hobbies or are ready to take advantage of others, don’t do it. There are no security guards here. The bartender is only responsible for selling drinks, washing glasses and cleaning the floor. As long as no one is killed, the guards outside don't care much.

Listening to the sound on the radio, a group of mercenaries were shouting loudly, and their words were all full of envy.

"Captain Pritt? Hahaha, this despicable and shameless guy actually stooped to attack a group of scavengers!"

"Shh, don't let his old acquaintances hear you. You are not the host of the Voice of Boulder City, and you are protected by a big boss."

"Fa Yuen Street Station? A place I've never heard of."

"No matter what it is, what good things can be found in the northern suburbs? The scavengers there want to lick the moss off the walls!"

"I'll give you 10 chips! No one in the Black Snake mercenary group was injured!"

"The odds are too high, there's no guarantee they won't make their own moves... If I bet on them, one of them will die."

Although the Black Snake Mercenary Group is not the most famous in Boulder City, and their leader Pritt is by no means a top powerhouse, it all depends on who he is competing with.

To deal with a group of rubbish-eating rubes hiding in the northern suburbs, scavengers who can't even get together a few iron pipe rifles, not to mention the Black Snake mercenary group armed to the teeth, everyone sitting here has enough confidence. Can teach them how to behave.

Few doubted that Pritt and his brethren might lose.

The only suspense is, at best, whether there will be unprecedented casualties in the end, and what is hidden under the Huayuan Street subway station.

Not only the idle people in Boulder City were curious, but Pritt's heart was also full of curiosity.

However, his employer didn't tell him many details about the mission. He only asked him to pay attention to the power armor in Vault 117 and a black suitcase.

Pritt actually wanted to know why the employer didn't take them away since he knew the situation inside as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

However, as a hired gun, he has no right to make irresponsible remarks to his employer, and he has never even met his employer.

So far, he has received only two things from his employer - a deposit paid by an armed broker on his behalf, and a magnetic card to open the door.

Perhaps after this mission is successfully completed, the employer will buy him a drink.

That's a big boss who can afford the air tickets.

It would be great if I had a chance to get to know each other.

"Teams A and B will follow me and move forward. Team C will set up defenses along the street and eliminate all survivors approaching this area."

"Karl is watching upstairs. If he finds a target worthy of shooting, he is allowed to fire without exposing his position."

"Our position is only four kilometers away from their stronghold. One power armor and a dozen lives are enough for them to go crazy."

"Quick battle, quick decision, everyone move! Quick!"

Fifteen shattered bodies lay crookedly on the street, lying together with the killed gnawers.

Pritt, who reloaded his rifle, made a clear forward gesture and personally led the other three members of Team A to advance towards the bottom of the subway station.

Knowing in advance that the other side had an intuitive awakener, Pritt deployed three teams five hundred meters away while the survivors were setting up their formation.

When the gunpowder barrel exploded and the survivors rushed forward with cold weapons, he immediately ordered the three teams to open fire, venting the firepower in the gun barrels from three directions at the same time.

It was almost a one-sided massacre.

Those survivors who fought with cold weapons and alien species had no power to fight back at all!

Except for a few people who hid in the subway station, the rest were either shot to death or thrown to the ground and bitten to death by the gnawers.

It was a textbook surprise attack.

Everything went well and it was not even worth celebrating.

Eight tactical flashlights lit up at the same time, illuminating the space in the subway station as if it were daytime.

The cracked concrete walls were covered with slime molds, and dust floated in the cold air, mixed with a smell of decay.

Wherever there are gnawers, traces of mutant slime molds can be seen.

The complex and diverse ecological environment on the wasteland provides a lot of nutrition for it, and the remains and even excrement of all organisms may become a breeding ground for its reproduction.

There are eight people in the two teams A and B.

Under the leadership of Captain Pritt, the group carefully advanced in the direction of Shelter No. 117, and the muzzles of the guns spewed out flames from time to time, harvesting the few gnawers that blocked the road.

Thanks to the efforts of these survivors for several consecutive days, they pushed from the security checkpoint to the edge of the platform with almost no effort.

The carriages were crookedly squeezed together, almost blocking the tunnel. It can be seen that a serious traffic accident seemed to have occurred here.

However, what happened more than two hundred years ago had nothing to do with Pritt and others.

The entrance to Shelter No. 117 is in the middle of the tunnel.

They only have the last 300 meters to the finish line.

Victory is just around the corner!

At the same time, in the abandoned carriage next to the platform.

The three players who survived by chance, hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, subconsciously held their breath and dared not breathe.

The beam of the flashlight shone into the carriage from the platform, almost brushing against their scalps, but fortunately they did not find anything. After searching for a while, the flashlight swept towards the front of the car.

The sudden gunshot made the three players tense up.

However, the bullet was not aimed at them, but at the gnawer wandering in the front of the carriage.

Along with the sound of the shell falling and the gnawer falling to the ground, the hurried footsteps and lights stepped into the next carriage, and then passed through the broken shell and stepped into the tunnel.

Listening to the footsteps getting farther and farther away, the three finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Mole leaning against the carriage couldn't help but whispered.

"Mosquito, what sequence are you in?"

"Agility!"

"Damn, how come you are also an agility type?"

"I heard that agility types run fast..."

"MMP, now it's good, the three of us agility types are here, squatting in the subway like blind people," Zhang Hai cursed, holding his butt with blood on his right hand, "Who of you has a bandage for me to use."

Mosquito and Mole looked at each other and looked at the newbie who had done a lot of this.

"Or you can just rush over and deliver it?"

"If you have anything valuable, you can leave it with me now, and I'll help you take it back."

Zhang Hai changed his hand and rolled his eyes.

"Get out, I haven't saved the game yet. If I die here, today's progress will not be lost?"

Ignoring this guy, Mosquito looked at Mole.

"What should I do now?"

Mole gritted his teeth and fell into deep thought.

"It's difficult... This group of people are too well-equipped, and we don't have good equipment to go out with. If we go out rashly, we will definitely die." Mosquito couldn't help but say. "So let's just watch them and intercept our mission?" Zhang Hai, who was holding his butt to stop the bleeding, suddenly said. "That may not be the case." The two looked at him and asked at the same time. "What do you mean?" Zhang Hai said with a grin. "I've been familiar with this road for a long time, and there is a crawler hiding in it. I thought that guy was not easy to deal with, so I ignored it. If they go a little further, they will definitely meet it. As long as we follow them secretly, we may be able to find a loophole." Mosquito's eyes lit up, and even Mole couldn't help but praise it. "That's a good idea." However, before the voice fell, a shrill roar came from the front of the tunnel, followed by a loud explosion. The three of them were stunned, and they quickly half-crouched and half-sticked out their heads to look forward. In front of the tunnel, a blazing fire burned. A mercenary was seen half-crouching in the middle of the tunnel, carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulder, and not far in front of him was the Crawler!

The faces of the three people changed at the same time.

"Fuck..."

"Fuck, they even have a rocket launcher?!"

Zhang Hai, who was holding his butt, was stunned and muttered.

"It's over, it's all over now."

If even the Crawler couldn't stop them -

However, at this moment, the VMs of Mosquito and Mole were all shaken.

The two of them quickly opened the screen, and almost at the moment they looked at the screen, their faces almost simultaneously showed surprise and incredible surprise.

Zhang Hai didn't have a VM, so he curiously went over.

"What's going on? Let me see it too... What the hell?!"

There was a line of task pop-up windows hanging on the screen.

[Bounty Task: Red Name Bounty]

[Description: A group of shameless people attacked and brutally killed our companions. Their locations have been marked on the map, and the image information has been updated in the task bar. Take them down, regardless of life or death! ]

[Reward: 200 silver coins and 200 contributions for each target]

Seeing this reward, Zhang Hai wanted to poke his eyes into the screen.

200 silver coins! ?

Is this the world of the strong? !

...

At the entrance of Garden Street subway station.

Lambert, holding a light machine gun, glanced at the pile of corpses on the ground, then looked at the cold and quiet street in the distance, and took a deep breath slowly.

At this time, the voice of his teammates came from the communication channel.

"Damn... it's too quiet here."

"It's winter after all, and it snowed a little just now."

"Do you think those people will come?"

"Maybe, maybe not, I hope they don't come to die. Everything is getting more expensive in this weather, and bullets are not cheap."

Lambert didn't say anything.

Although he agreed with this statement, it seemed impossible not to fight.

A dozen lives.

It's nothing for Boulder City, but for the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs, the death of so many young and middle-aged people is enough to make them lose their minds.

When they retreat later, there will probably be a bloody battle.

At this moment, Carl's voice came from the communication channel.

"...Team C, pay attention, a suspected hostile target is approaching you."

"Direction?"

"North direction... No, wait... Not just the north, there is also a team on the west side." Carl's voice was a little surprised, and he continued, "They seem to be divided into groups of three or four people. You'd better be careful. These people are very organized. Although their equipment is not sophisticated, it is much better than the rookies we just cleared out."

"Can you confirm the number of people?"

"About thirty."

Hearing that there are only thirty, the four members of Team C who stayed on the surface breathed a sigh of relief.

The team leader said in the communication channel.

"Help us keep a close eye on it. If there is a high-threat target, help us take it down."

Carl replied.

"No problem, I'm watching, you guys be careful."

Only thirty.

Although it was a little more, it did not exceed their expectations.

The only thing that surprised Lambert was that these people responded faster than he thought.

It is at least four kilometers from Linghu Wetland Park to here.

Given the complicated traffic environment in the wasteland, unless they rushed here as soon as the gunshots sounded, it would be impossible for them to enter Carl's field of vision so quickly.

Mobilizing so many people in such a short time.

How did they do it?

...

Lambert will never figure this out.

Dozens of players were offline at once. Chu Guang felt that something was wrong as soon as the attack occurred, and immediately transferred the hummingbird drone deployed at the outpost.

Looking at the crooked corpses on the ground, Chu Guang, who was planning the relocation of the No. 81 steel plant, was furious.

Where did this bastard come from!

Dare to touch my ruins?

Chu Guang threw a task mark on the map without saying a word, and set a red name bounty for all the targets tracked by the drone!

At the same time, almost all players who were near the outpost and had VMs received a pop-up window for the bounty task.

Almost everyone widened their eyes at the same time.

200 silver and 200 tribute for one head!

Did the administrator really not press an extra 0 when issuing the task? !

Shelter B2 floor, central square.

Tail, who had just come back to life, pulled Sisi and excitedly shook the VM in his hand.

"Sisi! Come on, look at the VM! This task is so awesome, and the name is red! Let's do it!"

Sisi, who was being pulled and swayed, looked a little listless.

"Awei, are you sure? We just lived for a few minutes."

"What does it matter? Tail feels in great shape! Sisi, cheer up, you've slept for three whole days!"

Three days of sleep is okay.

Without the helmet, she didn't know how she survived these three days. She couldn't sleep with her eyes open at night, and felt like she was floating in the sky during the day.

Looking at the energetic Tail, Sisi sighed and said.

"I'm talking to you... Did you get the wrong side of the real world?"

Tail said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter! The real world is weak!"

Sisi: "..."

Greenhouse ruins.

Ye Shi, who was eating dry food, suddenly jumped up as if he had discovered a new world.

"Fuck, Fang Chang! Look at the VM!"

"I saw it," Fang Chang, who was sitting on the ground, stared at the VM screen, rubbed his chin with his right hand, and fell into deep thought, "But it's strange, why would the NPC also have a red name?"

"Is this kind of thing important? 200 silver per head." Kuang Feng's eyes were bright, and his right hand was already thirsty.

"Indeed, we can't pretend we didn't see this reward... By the way," Fang Chang looked at Ye Shi, "I remember you said in the group yesterday that when you went to the Mole to watch the battle, you found someone staring at them. ?”

Ye Shi scratched the back of his head.

"Well, I'm not sure. I just felt like I was being watched by something."

Fang Chang was silent for a while, then suddenly nodded.

"Well, if my analysis is correct, maybe we may have missed a hidden branch."

The three of them were stunned for a moment.

Especially Ye Shi.

"What, what do you mean?"

Fang Chang thought: "Nothing, I just feel that the person who targeted you yesterday is very likely to be the same as the red-named unit that attacked Mole and the others today."

Ye Shi was shocked: "Holy crap, is this game so real?"

"It's just a conjecture. As for what it is, I'm afraid only Brother Guang knows. In short, I'd better pay more attention to such clues in the future. Maybe you will gain a lot."

With that said, Fang Chang stood up from the ground, reached out and picked up the mechanical compound bow leaning against the wall, hooked the bow string with his index finger, and gently pulled it as if to warm up.

"Let's go."

"The hunt is about to begin."

While they were chatting for a while, a hundred people had already accepted the mission, more than half of them were LV5, and the number was still rising.

Fortunately, half of the people on the server went to the new map.

Otherwise, these are the twelve goals.

I went late, I'm afraid I couldn't even get a mouthful of soup!