Chapter 183 Powered Armor! With Black Suitcase! (1/2)

"...This is the Voice of Boulder City. Now we are inserting a piece of news. The Black Snake Mercenary Group clashed with local survivors while performing a mission in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. Although Captain Pritt and his brothers were both tactical and The equipment still had an absolute advantage, but unfortunately, they encountered a group of shameless people who bullied the few. "

"The mercenaries stationed near the subway station put up a heroic resistance, but were eventually overwhelmed by the sea of ​​people. At present, the entrance to the subway station has been controlled by the hillbillies in the northern suburbs, and Captain Pritt and the remaining people had to retreat into the subway. Find other ways out of the site.”

"This radio station will continue to pay attention to the situation near Fa Yuen Street subway station. Let us pray for Captain Pritt for three seconds, hoping that he can come back alive."

pray?

nonexistent.

For those who have lost money, not scolding these idiots for three days and three nights is a sign of bad words.

They were just twelve mercenaries, and they might not even care about their lives. No one cares about their lives except the bosses who hired them.

The gamblers in Boulder City only care about their own pockets. They wish that all the Sangmenxing who caused them to lose money would die outside, and it would be best if none of them came back.

The Two-tailed Mouse Tavern was filled with angry shouts and curses. Even the bartender standing behind the bar couldn't help but click his tongue at those vicious curses.

These drunkards who are addicted to gambling rarely reach a consensus on the same thing. Obviously, they would even be so bored that they would quarrel over something as obvious as "how many glasses of water were mixed with today's special beer."

"Damn it, give me your money back!"

"You can't even defeat a group of beggars. What an embarrassment to the mercenaries of Boulder City!"

"I seriously suspect that this is a scam colluded by that old bastard Preet and the Central Casino! Think about it carefully, what good things can be found in the northern suburbs? It is worth their special trip to fly there! Renting a plane from the militia group is not cheap!"

"No matter what their commission is, don't let me see that idiot in the tavern! I swear, I will spit in his face!"

"The Central Casino is also depraved. It actually opens for such a boring thing! They might as well guess the weather the day after tomorrow. At least this is fair!"

People's joys and sorrows are always different.

While the gamblers in Boulder City were cursing the twelve mercenaries of the Black Snake Mercenary Group, wishing that they would all be gutted by the barbarians, Jerry, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, was trembling. He prayed that these survivors would let him live for the sake of surrender.

Although he had expected such an ending the moment he became a mercenary, it did not mean that he had put life and death aside.

No one wants to die if they can live.

In the tunnel.

More than a dozen players were standing in front of a corpse, their faces red-faced.

"Gan! Whose head does this count for?"

"My first stab!"

"Obviously my knife is more deadly!"

"You take the contribution, and just give me the silver coins."

"Go away! We are all veteran players with VMs, who the hell still lacks any contribution!"

Looking at the survivors who were quarreling and quarreling, Jerry couldn't help but feel confused while trembling, and he didn't understand what they were arguing about.

At this time, Jerry suddenly noticed that those people were looking at him.

"...by the way, is there another prisoner here?"

"You said that if he was killed, would it be counted as a head?"

"The red name is gone, so it's probably useless."

"Yes...and I remember it is written in the shelter resident manual that attacking a neutral NPC will result in a sentence of confinement based on the severity of the crime, and attacking an NPC with the highest friendliness will result in permanent deportation. His mark on the map is gray, and he will probably become a prisoner. The reward has been completed?"

"Where's the bounty? Which of you has received the bounty?"

"Emmm...maybe it will be settled later? After all, it was like this before."

Although Jerry had no idea what those people were discussing, the glances that glanced at him from time to time did make him feel a little creepy.

It feels like fish on the chopping board.

His life or death depends entirely on the thoughts of these people.

At this moment, a man wearing a blue exoskeleton walked over from the direction of the platform.

The ridiculously powerful war hammer hung on his back, but Jerry was sure that the person who blocked almost all their firepower just now was not him.

At the same time, Jerry clearly felt that the moment he appeared here, the survivors around him showed a clear attitude of respect, and even the voices whispering to each other were much quieter.

Stopped in front of him.

The man asked, looking down at him.

"Where is your captain?"

Jerry swallowed and glanced at the shelter next to him.

"He has already gone in..."

Chu Guang looked to the side.

There is an open iron door with a no-entry sign printed on it, and behind the door is a straight passage leading to the main entrance of the shelter - the iconic gear that is ten centimeters thick. A huge alloy door.

The entrance to Shelter No. 117, unlike the sunken entrance to No. 404, is built directly next to the subway tunnel.

Shelters with three-digit serial numbers are all "full-cycle" shelters. When the door is closed, they can be completely physically cut off from the outside world. As long as the energy of the thermonuclear fusion reactor is continuous, the shelter facility can continue to operate without any material exchange with the outside world.

Theoretically, if the people inside are determined not to come out and directly lock the door, no matter what the people outside do, it will be useless. Fire attack and flooding are child's play. This is a civil air defense facility built to resist strategic nuclear strikes. Its designers have long considered all possible situations, including "suffering a nuclear strike of a million dense equivalent."

However-

Shelter No. 117 has obviously been abandoned for many years. The reactor inside has long stopped working. It is okay to open the door with the backup power supply, but there is no need to expect a full cycle.

After thinking for two seconds, Chu Guang leaned over and stared into the eyes of the mercenary.

"Let him come out."

Jerry nervously moved back an inch.

"It's useless. No matter who goes, it's useless. Captain Pritt won't listen to me... He doesn't care about our lives at all." Chu Guang smiled faintly, took out a long nail, and gently placed it in his hand. It was a bullet from a Gauss rifle - although it was a replica forged from pure steel. The moment he saw the bullet, Jerry's breathing obviously paused for a few seconds. Chu Guang continued. "You go and tell him." "If he expects to get out of here with a set of power armor, I will let him know the price of stupidity." "Of course, if he is scared and plans to live with this shelter for the rest of his life, I can help him. For example, use 20-density cement to completely seal this place." "This is my relic, I can't get it, and no one can take the things inside." "Of course, if he is smarter, he rolls out of it with his hands on his head, and explains clearly who your employer is-" "I will spare his life." ... Captain Pritt surrendered. When he saw the spike in Jerry's hand through the camera, he made a choice between surrender and holding on without much effort.

There was no need to hesitate.

In this abandoned shelter, the reactor had long been shut down, and the cold fusion battery plugged into the backup power supply was barely enough for lighting and opening and closing the door, which was not enough for him to hold on here.

Not to mention guarding this door until he died of old age.

At most a week, he would starve to death or die of thirst in there.

He was just a mercenary who was paid to do things, but he did not have the ideological awareness of "living and dying with the commission".

The door of the shelter slowly opened.

Leaving his weapons at the door of the buffer room, Pritt, with his hands on his head, walked out of the door of the shelter under the watch of a group of players.

Looking at Chu Guang standing at the door, he lowered his head and said humbly.

"I surrender... I hope you keep your promise."

"It depends on whether you are honest," Chu Guang looked at him and continued, "Tell me, who is your employer?"

Pritt glanced at the survivors around him, swallowed his saliva and said.

"Sir, we are just mercenaries who work for money, and we are not qualified to see our employer. The middleman who assigned us the task is called 'White Shark', including the advance payment and the magnetic card of Shelter No. 117, he gave us..."

White Shark?

Chu Guang looked at him and continued.

"What is your commission?"

Pritt: "The employer commissioned us to find a black briefcase, which is said to be in the manager's office of Shelter No. 117. In addition, the employer also mentioned that there is a power armor here, which is said to be the private collection of the manager of this shelter. However, the middleman told me that the employer is not sure whether it is still here. He only mentioned that if you see it, remember to bring it with you, and he will give us an extra reward."

Chu Guang smiled faintly and said, "It seems that your employer is very familiar with the situation in this shelter."

Pritt swallowed and said, "I think so too... I feel that he may be from Shelter No. 117, but I haven't seen him either, and I'm not even sure if he is in Boulder City."

Chu Guang looked at him and continued to ask.

"Where can I find that White Shark?"

"The Pirate Bay Tavern in Boulder City, he is the boss there, and many mercenaries take jobs there." Worried that Chu Guang was not satisfied with his answer, Pritt, who wanted to survive, continued with a nervous expression, "Sir, we really don't know who the employer is... But if you want to talk to White Shark, I can serve you."

Chu Guang smiled faintly

"I will find him naturally."

Assuming that he couldn't get any key information out of this guy, Chu Guang let him roll over to the other prisoners and squat against the wall with his head in his arms with the other three prisoners.

Including the sniper found by the Niu Ma team, there were a total of thirteen mercenaries in the Black Snake Mercenary Group, and only four were captured.

The others either died under the hail of gunfire or were stabbed into funnels by the players with bayonets in the hand-to-hand combat before they had time to surrender.

As for the players, excluding those who died in the sneak attack, the casualties reached 17. Compared with the base of 500 players, this number is not a big deal.

After the battle of the Legion, the outpost base will not be short of active substances in the short term, and these little players who died in the battle will be heroes again in three days.

Chu Guang will deal with these prisoners later.

As for now, of course counting the loot is more important.

Just as the manager was walking in the direction of Shelter 117, the players guarding the door received a notification that the mission was completed almost at the same time.

"Giao! Si! Look at VM!" Holding the tail of the iron barrel rifle, he shook his arms excitedly and said, "37 silver! We are rich!"

"Huh? I received it too," Si Si looked at the VM with a surprised look on his face, "So as long as you participate, you will be eligible, but why do I only have 21 silver..."

"It must be because Sisi can't rush as fast as Tails!"

Glancing at the triumphant tail, Sisi touched his chin thoughtfully.

"Well, maybe...it might be because of this."

the other side.

Lao Bai, who was wearing heavy armor, walked towards the other three members of the Cow Horse Team and said excitedly to his good friends.

"It's so cool! That hammer is simply invincible! Once the shield wall is opened, no matter whether it's a machine gun or a rifle, no bullets can get through!"

"After all, it is the manager's weapon," Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, said with a smile, "Lao Bai's armor is worth buying."

"Hey, I wish I could buy it!"

"Don't think about it, that kind of weapon that destroys the balance is ridiculously expensive even if you can buy 80% of it," he replied casually to Lao Bai, staring at VM's square length, and said thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, the settlement of this mission is still Very fast, I actually have 111 silver here.”

"Already settled? Is it so fast... Damn it! Why is it 144 silver here!" Looking at the number that popped up in the VM, Ye Shi's eyes widened.

Kuangfeng tried to analyze: "Maybe it's because you killed one with a sniper rifle? I'm 107 silver, about the same as Fang Chang."

Fang Chang nodded thoughtfully and said.

"It should be. You click on the settlement list of the completed tasks page, which details the source of each task reward. The rewards I can see here have two parts, one is the bounty task reward, and the other is It’s a battlefield mission reward.”

"For example, for the sniper we killed before, 25% of the bounty and contribution points per person were included in the bounty mission. At the same time, as a high-threat target, the sniper also provided us with 50 battlefield points. , counted into battlefield missions.”

A flash of surprise appeared on Ye Shi's face: "I see... But what about the few red-named elite monsters that were killed later? It's hard to tell who killed them."

Fang Chang: "Yes, so the several red-named elite monsters killed in the team battle are all included in the total revenue of the battlefield mission, which is divided according to the battlefield score. For example, if you look at your bounty mission rewards, they are all the same as ours. It’s the same, but the battlefield score is slightly higher than ours, so the benefits are also a bit higher than ours.”

The total benefits of battlefield missions include many types, mainly calculated based on loot and campaign difficulty. Although "Wasteland OL" does not disclose the specific battlefield income calculation formula, players can still clearly feel the difference.

For example, the most basic thing is that the contribution point income of defensive battles is higher than that of offensive battles, and the silver coin income of offensive battles is higher than that of defensive battles. The profit from fighting legions is higher than that from fighting predators, and the profit from fighting humans is higher than that from fighting aliens.

Lao Bai said with a surprised look on his face: "I am 171 silver... awesome! Just now I opened the shield from the front, and it actually added 50 battlefield points to me!"

Listening to the discussion of the Cow Horse Team, the surrounding players all had envious expressions on their faces.

Most of them can reach 50 silver, and few can reach 70 or even 80 silver. Those are high-level players in the T2 or even T1 echelons.

Looking at the VM on his arm, Mosquito couldn't help but curse.

"MMP! I have 111 silver! What a scammer!"

100 silver of which was contributed by the captives!

The mole standing nearby said calmly: "It's normal. After all, we really didn't have much involvement other than picking up heads... But the good news is that I received a pop-up window indicating that the task was completed."

The task mentioned here obviously does not refer to the bounty task that everyone has, but the task of opening the passage from the subway station to Shelter 117.

Hearing Mole's words, Mosquito, who was still complaining before, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Fuck! I'm awesome! The reward has been received!?"

"The account has arrived. As promised, you have four and I have six. I will divide it between you now."

With that said, Mole stretched out his index finger and tapped the VM twice, and generously gave 480 silver coins to Mosquito out of the 1,200 silver coins he just received.

As for the cost, the two have already shared it before.

Seeing the 480 silver received, Mosquito was instantly happy and could not close his mouth with joy.

"It's cool! Hahaha, I'm rich!"

Seeing everyone around him laughing, Zhang Hai, who was holding his buttocks to stop the bleeding, couldn't help but come over and ask, "Just ask if you don't understand. Are there any rewards if you don't have a VM? How do you know where the rewards are?"

Mosquito glanced sideways at him.

"What the hell, do you have DPS!"

Mole also chuckled.

"Don't think about it, brother. I haven't even received the mission yet. I have a wool reward. This mission is not for newcomers, so you should just follow it and gain some experience."

Zhang Hai: "Gan, I'm so angry! Newcomers don't have human rights!"

Patting him on the shoulder, Mole said earnestly: "Be content, everyone is here this way, not to mention that we had to move bricks and chop down trees to save our contribution at that time. Listen to my advice and quickly save your contribution to buy one VM.”

Zhang Hai: "%￥#x-on:!"

The players at the entrance of the shelter were still noisy, but Chu Guang had already passed through the open alloy door, took the wrench and another guard, and stepped into the interior of Shelter 117.

The soles of the shoes made a squeaking sound when they stepped on the concrete floor tiles.

Judging from the thick layer of dust on the ground, no one has visited this place for several years.

Although the possibility of encountering danger was very small, Chu Guang still held the warhammer in his hand just in case. So far, he has not encountered energy weapons. The common damage in the wasteland is mainly kinetic energy, and the nitrogen shield has an almost absolute interception effect on small-mass flying props.

Chu Guang picked up a leaflet for Shelter No. 117 from the ground and turned to the back, where a schematic diagram of the structure of the shelter was drawn.

"Vault 117 actually only has three floors..."

And the area is much smaller than that of Vault 404!

According to the promotion on the flyer, the reasonable number of people sheltered here is between 100 and 200, and Shelter 404 has a total of 600 rooms in the three BCD zones on the B2 floor alone.

However, Chu Guangneng could clearly feel that life in this shelter should be much better than in Vault 404.

The average area of ​​the individual rooms here is more than 10 square meters, and some even have private bathrooms. They are much better than the pigeon cage-like rooms in Shelter 404.

If you want to live here, you will have to spend a lot of money!

Directly opposite the shelter door is the maintenance room. The layout here is similar to that of Vault 404, with a large number of vertical cabinets arranged in rows.

Chu Guang opened the cabinet and found that in addition to protective clothing and gas masks, there was also a lot of police equipment inside.

However, most of these police equipment were mainly batons, shields, anti-riot forks, stun guns and body armor. There were no automatic weapons or pre-war police pistols, let alone the "light cavalry" set on him. 5 style police exoskeleton.

Chu Guang checked the quality of these equipment.

Except for the fact that the battery of the stun gun was broken and could no longer be used, the quality of the body armor and shields were very good, as were the batons and anti-riot forks. There was no trace of the fact that these items had a history of more than 200 years.

"It should be more reasonable to sell the bulletproof vest for 200 silver coins. If the shield is... cheaper, just sell it for 100 silver coins." Looking at the equipment in the maintenance room, Chu Guang touched his chin and pondered.

As for batons and riot forks…

There is little point in selling it to players. It is better to leave it to NPCs as a tool to maintain law and order.

No powered armor was found in the maintenance room. Chu Guang left one guard here to watch, and led another person to the buffer room.

After passing the two gates of the buffer room, we officially entered the interior of the shelter.

The reactor here has stalled, leaving only a backup power source plugged in with a cold fusion battery, allowing the shelter to barely maintain minimum power operation. Facilities such as refrigerators and water purifiers can no longer be turned on. Even the lighting will only turn on when people are close.

"Sir, I feel that the air condition here is a bit bad..." Wanwan, who was following Chu Guang, said cautiously, "otherwise, leave the rest of the exploration to me."

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Chu Guang tapped the VM on his arm with his index finger. The oxygen content displayed on it was still at a safe value. Although there is a small amount of ozone in the air, the concentration is very low. Not to mention his 14-point constitution, even a normal adult will be fine standing here.

Wanwan didn't say anything more, but walked loyally in front of Chu Guang.

Instead of taking the elevator, go through the safety passage next to the elevator to the B3 floor - the deepest part of Vault 117.

Chu Guang clearly felt that the dust here was more than a little thicker than the first layer.

The two people who walked through the corridor successfully arrived at the door of the manager's office.

The door here is tightly closed.

Chu Guang stretched out his hand and groped on the door for a while, then with a thought in his heart, he took out the magnetic card and stuck it on it.

The signal light on the door lights up, and the alloy door panel opens to one side and retracts into the wall.

Looking at the decoration in the office and the powered armor displayed on the wall, Chu Guang had a trace of envy on his face.

"MMP, why are other managers so rich? I even have to build an office myself. This is not reasonable at all!"

There is a low-key luxury in the simple decoration. The display cabinets display the manager's collection during his lifetime, including books and some decorations.

However, these are not the point.

The focus is on the set of power armor with a streamlined armor shell, dark blue paint, and the black box leaning against the desk!

That should be the suitcase Dr. Principle mentioned!

However, rather than saying it is a suitcase, Chu Guang feels that it is more appropriate to describe it as a suitcase. The size of this thing is not small, it is as high as one's own calf when laid horizontally.

In addition, sitting behind the desk is a skeleton wearing a blue coat. The skeleton's left elbow rested on the armrest of the chair, and the VM had slipped from his forearm to the joint.

The moment Chu Guang's eyes met the VM device, a line of light blue pop-up windows appeared in Chu Guang's field of vision——

【mission completed! 】