Chapter 550 The "Badly Played" Jushi Military Industry (1/2)

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[Official Setting Collection-Survivor Force-"Boulder City" entry update: "Two Hundred Years of Building"]

[Introduction: This book was written by Malvin, the former president of the Bank of Boulder City, and details the two hundred years that the Boulder Building experienced from becoming a beacon in the southern part of the River Valley Province to its final collapse. 】

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"...This is a ledger I compiled from the financial data of Boulder City Bank. It records every large expenditure of city residents in the past ten years and the traceable whereabouts of the funds."

Boulder City Hall, reception room.

A week has passed since the collapse of the Monolithic Building, and the work of the crisis office has gradually got back on track from the initial rush.

Alyssa held a thick account book in both hands, solemnly handed it to Chu Guang's hands, and gave a brief explanation.

This is their second meeting.

She was still wearing the same cotton skirt she had worn when they first met, with a cute fishbone hairpin on her head.

In just two months, she seemed to have matured into a teenager, from a crybaby girl to an adult who understands responsibilities and obligations.

This is the most amazing thing.

Looking at the generous Alyssa, Chu Guang was relieved, but also couldn't help but feel puzzled.

They are all about the same age, how come that boy Lu Bei is still the same as last year?

Nothing has changed at all.

If you really want to gain experience, you still have to let it go...

While Chu Guang looked at Alyssa with approval, Alyssa was also secretly sizing up the alliance manager.

It's no surprise that the residents of the shelter are handsome and beautiful.

I heard that many young men have fallen in love with the girl who cooks porridge for them every day. Some of the blue-coated men who help deliver and move things are also very popular with the female workers of the Workers' Union.

But because the residents of Vault 404 have a unique temperament, sometimes people don't know how to get along with and communicate with them.

To be more specific, it may be "optimism regardless of the situation."

In addition, they have their own unique language and loudly communicate incomprehensible content, which makes some of their strange behaviors even more difficult to understand.

However, their managers are completely different.

How to describe it?

If those blue coats were like the sun floating in the morning, then he gave her the feeling like the sunlight shining on the ground. Just looking at it made her shoulders and heart feel warm, without being too hot or dazzling.

Her cheeks were flushed by the warm sunshine, and Alyssa couldn't help but have a little expectation in her eyes.

Will he praise her?

"Well done."

Chu Guang flipped through the account book and handed it to Xiaoyu who was standing aside.

"I'll leave the verification to you."

Pai discovered Xiaoyu's talent in spatial imagination and calculation ability a long time ago, and Chu Guang discovered her sensitivity to numbers even earlier, so he arranged for her to help players count money and keep accounts.

Now she is not only talented, but also has mastered a large number of mathematical tools and calculation methods. The work of checking the account books is just a trivial matter for her, and I am afraid it will be done in a few days.

However, with Xiaoyu's stubborn and serious character, even if it is a trivial matter like counting silver coins, she will do it seriously.

"Well! Leave it to Xiaoyu!"

Xiaoyu nodded seriously and took the thick account book with both hands. Pai, who was standing next to her, raised the corners of his mouth proudly.

"Don't worry! My little fish is super powerful! I'll definitely do it beautifully!"

Xiaoyu, who was praised, also raised the corners of his lips happily.

But she soon seemed to have thought of something, frowned slightly, looked at Pai and corrected her.

"The little fish is not yours. It must be said that it belongs to Brother Chu."

Unable to bear the serious gaze, Pai shrank his neck and muttered aggrievedly.

"I was just...just kidding, why are you taking it so seriously?"

Chu Guang coughed lightly.

"Don't say that, you are your own."

"Yeah," Xiaoyu shook his head and looked at Chu Guang seriously, "Dad has entrusted Xiaoyu to Brother Chu."

Pai: "???"

Chu Guang: "...?"

Damn it!

How long ago did this happen? !

Seeing Pai staring straight at him, Chu Guang subtly shifted his gaze.

"That happened last winter...don't look at me like that. It's not the kind of entrustment you think. You just asked me to take good care of her. Thank you."

He felt that he had taken good care of him and had lived up to the trust of the elderly.

Seeing that Chu Guang didn't seem to be joking, Pai breathed a sigh of relief and patted his collar.

"Let me just say...it scared me to death."

Chu Guang: "..."

Although it wasn't what she thought, this "scare to death" still made him a little unhappy.

Just tell me, what's so scary about me?

Looking at the two people whispering to each other, Xiaoyu twisted his eyebrows dissatisfied and muttered softly.

"What are you talking about? Xiaoyu already said -"

"Okay, okay," Pai covered her mouth carelessly, and blurted it out with a playful smile, "Stop talking about it, I know, I know."

Growing up in that little place on Beit Street, it was normal not to know anything.

She is not young anymore anyway, maybe she will understand when she is older.

Chu Guang breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he also grew up in a small place, Camp 101 is more advanced than the place on Beit Street after all, and Pai has received the care of Dr. Method. After all, he is still much more sensible than Xiaoyu.

Looking at Pai, who was laughing and playing, and Xiaoyu, who was unilaterally suppressed, Alyssa's expression was slightly dull, and there was a hint of disappointment in her bright eyes.

Just "good job"?

Feeling slightly unwilling, she couldn't help but speak.

"that……"

Hearing the voice coming from the side, Chu Guang looked in the direction of Alyssa.

Seeing that she looked like she had something to say, he smiled and said.

"What's matter?"

Looking to the side embarrassedly, Alyssa whispered.

"...Can you praise me again?"

The air in the room became quiet for a moment.

Pai, who hugged Xiaoyu from behind, took advantage of the situation and poked Xiaoyu's bulging cheeks. Chu Guang looked dumbly at Alyssa with an expectant face, watching her face getting redder and redder because of the quiet air.

Thought for a moment.

Chu Guang stood up and walked to the window of the office. He looked across the frosted window sill and looked at the settlement that was returning to normal.

"You have done a great thing, so great that I don't want you to take a second risk, so I will hesitate to give you this medal."

After a pause, he looked back at Alyssa.

"But at this moment, I suddenly felt that I should not hesitate on this matter. I should be praised for doing the right thing. Otherwise, I will betray my courage."

"You have done a good job, including me. The survivors inside and outside the giant wall will be proud of your bravery. I also sincerely hope that you can continue to work hard in the future to make this settlement more prosperous than before. People will not regret today’s pride and choice.”

The sunlight happened to pass over the frost-covered window sill, shine through the mist-covered window, and shine on Alyssa's face.

The bright eyes sparkled with the light of the lake, just like the ripples on the surface of the lake in early spring.

"Thanks!"

Chu Guang smiled.

"It's me who should say thank you. I'll have to trouble you to help Xiaoyu complete the verification work later."

With a bright smile on her face, Alyssa nodded vigorously.

"Yeah! Leave it to me!"

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Time passed day by day, and soon it was the end of December.

Just in time for the Union’s New Year’s Eve, the first batch of prefabricated apartments were officially completed.

Like the corn buildings east of Dawn City, these apartment buildings have prefabricated concrete panels prefabricated by factories in Boulder City. After being transported to the construction site, they are erected like building blocks using cranes.

The newly completed community has a total of 30 buildings, each with six floors, and ten single rooms on each floor plus two small public rooms. It can accommodate 1,800 households, and the area is less than one-third of the original shacks. A large amount of space can be used to plan roads and build public facilities.

Not only that, every fifth building is also equipped with a cement-structured public bathroom to facilitate residents in the community to wash up.

This kind of building with a unified style has quickly become the most beautiful scenery near the Boulder City Industrial Zone.

It's not perfect, and it has many shortcomings.

For example, there are sound insulation issues, such as small apartment size, crowded living environment, etc.

However, for the survivors in the wasteland, especially the workers living in the industrial areas, these are not shortcomings at all.

Compared to their original drafty shack, these corn buildings are much better!

Life always gets better day by day, and no one expects to live a prosperous life all of a sudden.

After the first apartment buildings were completed, the new authorities were quick to fulfill their promises.

These houses will be provided free of charge to survivor families without housing, and survivors whose original houses were demolished and construction team workers involved in the construction will have priority in allocation.

These young adults themselves are also the labor force needed in nearby industrial areas, and most of them also want to be closer to where they work.

While a group of apartment buildings were put into use, the underground passage between Boulder City and Dawn City also completed preliminary cleanup work with the joint efforts of players and survivors.

The incubation chambers that resided in dark corners were completely cleared, as well as those fruiting bodies wandering in the darkness.

Players even busted out a tribe of cannibals hiding in the tunnels, rescuing a dozen survivors from cages.

With the completion of the cleanup work, the time traveling between Boulder City and Dawn City has been greatly shortened.

The Shuguang City City Hall is currently studying and planning a ramp to connect to the underground tunnel so that Boulder City can be integrated into the alliance's rail transportation system.

Just recently, the alliance is also planning to change the original coal-burning trains into cheaper and more environmentally friendly electric locomotives.

The two tasks can be done together.

Infrastructure construction continues in an orderly manner, and the Crisis Office is actively transitioning to the new authorities with the help of the coalition.

The first is the choice of city lord.

Without any surprise, the new city leader was elected by Lovett, the president of the Workers' Association. After broadcasters announced the results of the vote, Daily Survivor also announced the results.

His speech at the moment of the uprising inspired survivors across the city, and his series of performances after the victory also showed that he was qualified for this position.

To use a vivid but inappropriate metaphor, the positioning of the city lord and the director of the city hall is roughly similar to that of the village party secretary and the village chief.

In terms of specific responsibilities, the former is mainly responsible for macro-level decision-making, signing important documents and deciding what to do.

The latter and other officials in the city hall are mainly responsible for specific municipal work, and the positions are more filled by professionals who decide what to do.

In addition, the city lord will supervise the work of the city hall, and the former's power is vested in the constitution and is jointly supervised by the residents of Boulder and the alliance.

Lovett promised to make "restoring production in industrial areas and improving workers' treatment" a top priority in the next three years.

If there are profiteers who try to violate the laws of the alliance, he will not only tell them to get out, but also kick them in the butt.

Almost everyone in the Workers' Association voted for him.

Of course they knew Lovett was just a carpenter, but they didn't care. Even a not-so-smart carpenter is better than a smart Mr. House. What's more, doing carpentry work is not completely mindless. Not only can he read and do arithmetic, but he can also draw pictures.

It doesn't matter if the city lord is not skilled in business, they are willing to wait.

It was not the first time that Sberg was able to write fluent sentences. It took him more than half a year of reading newspapers to slowly learn something.

For the sake of the Workers' Association's performance during disasters, most citizens also voted for Lovett.

After all, now is indeed the time when workers are most needed to shoulder the burden, and other citizens really cannot elect a representative that everyone recognizes.

The alliance has no objection to Boulder City handing over this answer sheet.

However, in order to appease the opinions of the "royalists" within the alliance and within Boulder City regarding legitimacy, Chu Guang still wrote a formal letter of appointment to Lovett after the vote.

In his appointment letter he wrote -

"The Worker's News shouted out the voice of progress. I hope you will live up to the trust of others and pass on the voice of progress."

At this point, the Crisis Office officially completed its transition to the new authority.

Although there is still a long way to go before people's lives get back on track, as factories continue to start construction and the first batch of airtight apartment buildings are completed with people's concerted efforts, everyone can see the dawn of a new life. .

The laws of the Alliance will be enforced here.

Sweatshops and monoliths are a thing of the past.

There is no doubt that everything will get better...

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While the NPCs in Boulder City are busy running towards a new life, the players in the Alliance are not idle either.

It can even be said to be busier than usual...

Jushi Military Industrial Building, prosthetic operating room.

Ibers stared at the three-dimensional model on the tablet, scratched his chin with his index finger, and glanced at a guy who was already lying on the operating table with his butt sticking out.

"Are you sure you want to put this thing on your body?"

Considering the fragility of organic life and the risks that surgery may bring, he still asked one last question out of professional ethics.

However, the mosquito lying on the operating table did not appreciate it and urged him.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up! I've already paid!"

This NPC talks so much nonsense!

Directly above the operating table were densely packed pipelines and equipment, including welding guns and electric saws. Anyone with their back turned to those things would get a numb scalp.

Looking at the engineers and surgeons looking at each other, Ibbers scratched his head, finally threw aside the tablet and professional ethics in his hands, and said happily.

"Okay, I respect your choice...after all, the customer's opinion comes first."

This sentence seemed to be addressed to some kind of imprisonment program in myself.

After waiting for a while and seeing no response, Ibbers snapped his fingers happily and signaled the engineers and doctors in the operation to operate the equipment and start working.

Before the anesthetic needle was inserted, the mosquito man rolled his eyes, left his body and went to another world.

There was a flash of electric sparks on the operating table.

Sometimes it was the sizzling sound of electricity, and sometimes it was the creaking sound of sawing bones.

Under the busy work of several construction workers, plasma sprayed everywhere, and the operating room was filled with a burning smell.

Although the movement is a bit louder, the effect is not ambiguous at all.

They cut a large section from the subject's spine and replaced it with a mechanical spine with an alloy structure. After suturing the wound, they attached a robotic hand to each of the eight interfaces.

After the operation, the mosquito looked like an eight-legged spider with its legs curled up on its back.

After a few more hours, the anesthesia was completely over.

Mosquito opened his eyes suddenly, without moving his limbs, and the eight hands behind him took the lead in flapping.

Experiencing the weird feeling, he quickly climbed off the operating table and looked at the mirror handed over by the surgeon, his face full of enthusiastic surprise.

"Fuck! Awesome!"

This skin is awesome!

The eight robotic hands are like his arms, able to move freely under the control of his thoughts, and they also have a sense of touch that is close to touch.

"Hahahaha! I'm Doctor Octopus now!"

Looking at the subject who was dancing excitedly, although Ibers couldn't understand what he was shouting about, he still kindly reminded him.

"If you regret it, you can change it back. We have frozen your original spine. In addition, if you don't want to cause heavy bleeding, please don't walk with the prosthetic body... I remind you again, this is a robotic hand, not a mechanical leg."

Not taking his advice to heart at all, Mosquito picked up the prepared backless cotton-padded jacket and put it on with a playful smile, and patted Ibers on the shoulder with his robotic hand.

"Thank you, old man! If it is useful, I will recommend it to people in need!"

"Old iron? Old iron? Are you talking about me?" Ibers touched his chin, raised his eyebrows with interest, and muttered "Interesting name...".

It really suits him.

After all, his AI core has indeed aged a few years.

Although they are nasty organisms, these guys are kind of interesting.

At least it's more interesting than those previous clients.

Watching the shelter resident named [WC Really Has Mosquitoes] leave the operating room ecstatically, Ibbers was also sincerely happy for him.

He is also very satisfied with his new work.

Just hope this not-so-intelligent organism doesn't cry in a few days.

Picking up the tablet, Ibers stretched out his index finger and scratched it, muttering to himself.

"I want to install a fist as big as a casserole. What is a casserole? The arm can fire pigeon-type missiles... Tsk, tsk, do these guys know how heavy that thing is?"

but--

It feels interesting.

A cheerful smile appeared on Ibbers' face, he put away the tablet in his hand, looked at the engineers and surgeons in the operating room, cleared his throat and said.

"Here comes a new job."

Several engineers looked at each other with a wry smile.

"Is it okay to have eight robotic arms..."

"I'm more worried that his head won't be able to bear it. At least he should install a cooling plug for the cerebellum."

"I'm afraid this is not just a heat dissipation issue."

"What a pity... It would be great if there were bionic crystals."

It's a good thing that life is back on track, but these engineers always feel that the weapons made in their own factories are getting more and more wrong.

Is it really okay to use those blue jackets for "human experiments"?

And it was a self-funded experiment...

It's not just a matter of guilty conscience, they always feel some pain in their conscience.

But their android boss Ibbers doesn't think so.

These shelter residents who "genuinely like his designs" are so much cuter than those picky guys!

Sure enough, selling yourself to that man was a wise choice!

"Customers' opinions come first! Tsk tsk... I think about it, installing the launch tube between the radius and ulna and making a fist as big as an iron pot should be able to meet the needs of customers."

"However, in this case, the weight of the arm may exceed the client's original weight, and the shoulder blades and spine will have to be replaced with stronger prostheses..."

"Let me do the math. The quote... 500,000 silver coins should be more reasonable!"

The voice of talking to himself became more and more excited, and the smile on Ibbers' face became more and more cheerful.

It seems that at least in the next five years, he will not be bored!

At this time, an assistant drone floated in and hovered behind him. At the same time, electronic sounds without fluctuations also came.

"New orders, from the Burning Corps."

Ibers looked slightly surprised. He reached for the tablet, clicked on the list of latest orders, and found the new order reported to him by the AI ​​assistant.

"A complete set of infantry equipment for mutants, including protective gear and weapons...the number is 500 sets, and the upper limit of the budget is 5 million silver coins."

Detailed requirements are listed in the order.

Of course, this is not just a matter of getting a few sets of body armor and rifles to fool around, they need a set of infantry equipment that can clear out mutants like watermelons and vegetables.

Predictably, this is just the beginning.

There will definitely be other orders in the future!

The index finger gently scratched his chin. Ibers's electronic eyes flashed with interest, and a meaningful smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

Of course, it wasn't just this mediocre order that interested him.

It's the news revealed behind this order.

"...The wave hasn't even started yet, but are you already preparing to exterminate the mutants in the south?"

interesting.

His new clients are getting more and more interesting!

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After Boulder City merged into the alliance, a bunch of NPC entries were added to the official website, among which Ibers from Boulder Military Industry was undoubtedly the most popular.

Especially after seeing Brother Mosquito's eight-claw manipulator, many players' eyes almost glowed green.

But after seeing the expensive price of the prosthesis, most people calmed down.

Sure enough, private customization is a fancy job that only rich people can afford. They should wait until the technology matures to buy relatively cheap mass-produced models.

The factory of Goblin Technology.

Looking at the eight arms on the mosquito's back with envy, he reached out and touched them, and couldn't help but say.

"...Your new equipment is quite awesome!"

A few days ago, Mosquito said mysteriously that he was going on a long trip. They thought he was doing something, but it turned out that he was going to a neighbor for reconstructive surgery.

Zhuihun couldn't help but say sourly.

"It looks cool, but I don't know what it's used for."

The mosquito, whose nose was almost raised to the sky, rolled its eyes at him.

"You know how to hammer! I have ten hands now! I can drive screws five times faster than you!"

Chaihun said with a smile.

"Tch, it'll be useful soon."

Before Mosquito came back to his senses, his other disciple, the God of Killing, followed closely and asked.

"If you don't understand, just ask, won't this affect your real life?"

"It doesn't have any impact. If you take off the helmet, you can't even feel those eight arms..." The robot hand folded behind his back scratched his head. Mosquito thought for a while and then changed his words, "Okay, it's not completely without impact, anyway. It feels like something is missing, it’s inconvenient.”

It would be awesome if it could be done in reality!

Thinking of that scene, Mosquito grinned.

He still had a salivating expression on his face as he stared at his eight mechanical arms and couldn't help but smack his tongue.

"Damn... I'll get one when I get rich!"

The God of Death continued to ask curiously.

"If you don't understand, keep asking, how much did you get this for?"

The mosquito raised the corners of his mouth proudly.

"400000."

As soon as the words fell, the four people were instantly shocked.

"Fuck!"

"Crazy?! Just buy this thing for 400,000?!"

"???"

What shocked them even more was that this guy had made so much money so quietly that he was able to play with it without even feeling bad!

Seeing how ignorant these guys were, Mosquito curled his lips.

"Tch, you don't know the goods, and you don't have a pattern! Why did you buy this thing for 400,000 yuan? Wait until I buy it and think about it slowly, and think about it thoroughly. Wouldn't it be nice for us to make one ourselves!"

He couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"High! As expected of you!"

But having said that, how should I think about this thing?

He is a drone tinkerer, Soul Chaser is a chemical engineer, Killer God is a car repairman, and including the deadly guy who doesn't know what he is doing, none of them understands neural connections.

And is there similar technology in reality?

Although there are neural connections, it is completely different from the outrageous black technology in the game, right? !

At this moment, Suoming, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

"I've been thinking about a question just now. If you install this thing...how will you fly a plane in the future?"

It turns out that W-2 is cheap enough that I won’t feel bad if I drop it.

But this set of equipment costs 400,000...

Good guy!

How many planes have I caught?

Not only did they lose their lives, the other three people were stunned for a moment, but they quickly came to their senses and looked at their enemy boss in silence.

The air was eerily quiet for a while.

The mosquito's expression was stunned at first, then confused, and finally it was like a mask of pain, covering its head with two iron claws.

"Oh shit!"

So sloppy!