Chapter 551 Rats in the Shadow of the Giant Wall (1/2)

In the Boulder City Industrial Zone, there is a notice at the entrance with the name and number written on it.

A group of people with black crows stood in front of the sign.

From time to time there were excited cheers, and those who found their names looked excited, as if they had won the lottery. People around him cast envious glances at the man, only regretting that he responded to the mobilization too late and did not work hard enough at that time.

Not counting the scavengers outside the city, there is almost no primary industry in Boulder City, only secondary and tertiary industries. Even if labor laws are tightened and all child laborers under the age of 16 are sent to full-time schools with food and accommodation, there will still be hundreds of thousands of registered workers.

The 1,800 free apartments are like a handful of water poured on dry land, but they still give many people hope for a better life.

Lovett said that once all the houses in the colony are airtight and the financial situation improves, they will consider building some housing with better living conditions and that everyone can afford.

Although he didn't have any hope, Kent couldn't help but walk around the notice board. What was originally just a hopeless glance made him widen his eyes in surprise.

"...has my name?"

Thinking that he had seen it wrong, Kent rubbed his face vigorously with his dusty sleeves.

After confirming again that the name and number were correct, he had no time to be happy. For fear of being robbed, he immediately squeezed to the front of the crowd and went through the relevant procedures at the registration office.

Looking at the residence permit in his hand, Kent was very excited. He never thought that he would be able to live in the building one day.

But he still felt a little uneasy, so he couldn't help but look at the staff and asked.

"How was this house divided?"

People often ask this question, but the worker sitting behind the wooden desk doesn't care and skillfully talks about the four priorities.

"Priority will be given to those who have been demolished, to workers involved in construction, to those whose homes are within the scope of demolition, and to families of five or more."

Kent silently calculated in his mind that since he was single, the last item definitely didn't fit the bill. The first one doesn't match either, but the second and third ones do.

Not only did he actively participate in the construction, but he also worked hard and did not dare to be lazy at all. He was praised for his diligence.

The leaky shack of his was obviously also within the scope of rectification. The new authorities didn't know what was wrong with it. They seemed not to see the leaky house. They obviously covered the cracks in the walls with mud.

At that time, he had been sulking over this incident for several days, muttering that at least the noble gentlemen would not rob his shack, but now he could not complain.

It turns out that the new gentlemen didn’t just tear it down and leave it alone.

However, he really couldn't believe that there would be such a good thing as pie falling from the sky. He always felt that someone would take it away, so he couldn't help but ask in the end.

"This house...is it really free to live in? No charge?"

The staff member said with a smile.

"No fees! As long as you don't have any other property in the alliance, you can stay there until it becomes a dilapidated house and we will replace it with a new one. Oh, by the way, every household will have water and electricity in the future. Now there is a quota system and no fees will be charged. The money will be paid on a monthly basis, and the unused quota will be accumulated by the municipal government. If the quota is used up, the water and electricity bills will still be charged. "

What is water and electricity?

Kent was at a loss for a moment and couldn't figure out what the concept was, but when he heard that he would still have to charge some money when the winter was over, he felt better.

Sure enough, he was right. The master is still there, but he is no longer called Lord Fang Ming. He has become a carpenter named Lovett.

Lovett was appointed by the manager, so the master of Boulder City should be the manager.

But it's actually not bad.

After discovering that he was right, Kent was not angry, but rather happy.

This is really not a bad thing.

Legally speaking, those who could enter the refuge must have been nobles of the People's League, so the orthodoxy of the People's League was the refuge.

A little further back, Boulder City was once a settlement planned by the War and Construction Committee, so the orthodoxy of Boulder City was also to the north.

Northern suburbs...Northern suburbs...

Kent's eyes lit up, but he was a little embarrassed.

Damn House, he dared to lead everyone with a northern suburbs hillbilly and a blue gopher, and almost ruined everything!

That great manager and the warriors under his command are obviously the saviors of mankind!

You are deceived!

"Long live the manager!"

Kent, who finally justified his explanation, was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He shouted in the street but did not dare to louder. He was drowned in the crowd and no one paid attention...

Feeling that he had lost some points, he blushed and shouted "Long Live the Alliance" again to show his loyalty. This time people heard him and smiled and congratulated him on moving into his new house.

Kent was so happy that he nodded to everyone, hugged his hands and congratulated everyone. He was glad that he had integrated into the new group, and left in a hurry.

…

"Wasteland OL" official website.

[Server Announcement:]

[The second New Year celebration event of "Wasteland OL"! 】

[Introduction:

Plump, juicy, and easy-to-preserve split-claw crab cakes accompanied us through the cold winter of Wasteland Era 212. Without those big cuties waving pliers, there would be no prosperous alliance!

In the past year, we have eaten the cleavage crabs by Linghu Lake as rare animals. What magical alien species will be eaten to extinction next year?

The answer will be revealed tonight!

Just like last year, the administrator has prepared a mysterious gift for every resident who participates in the event. The winner will unlock the "Wasteland Gourmet" limited achievement and be permanently recorded in the official website's Hall of Fame along with the recipes!

The managers of the alliance once again solemnly remind everyone that although this year is a good harvest year, there are still many people who are hungry, so remember not to waste it!

Also, don’t put everything into your mouth, or you may end up eating it!

】

[Activity time: December 28, 212, Wasteland Era to January 1, 213, Wasteland Era]

[Location: All settlements within the alliance (including Bicester Town)]

[Requirements: Use local materials, develop recipes, and make food that even ordinary people (Physique: 5) can eat! 】

[Selection rules: Each settlement will select two awards, namely the food in the players’ minds and the food in the minds of the local wastelanders. As the fifth settlement in the alliance, Boulder City will set up an additional special award, that is, food recognized by the managers (there is no limit to the range of materials, and the award focuses on: large quantity, cheap, delicious, nutritious and healthy)! 】

[Boulder City’s designated poison tester: Crow Crow]

New Year's Eve events are almost a common practice for major MMORPG games, and "Wasteland OL" is no exception. However, it is a real sign that the dog planning is lazy.

This year's event is almost the same as last year, and it is still related to food. It seems that a certain planner is determined to test the ecological balance ability of the server.

Since the split-claw crab cakes were designated by the administrator as Shuguang City's special delicacy, all the split-claw crabs on the north shore of Linghu Lake have been eaten to extinction.

If you want to hunt cleavage crabs, you can only go to some collapsed water areas in the city, or go to Xizhou Lake in the north to see them in large numbers.

Or we have to go south.

It is worth mentioning that in order to obtain a stable food source, some wastelanders also started breeding, and studied on the edge of Linghu Lake how to breed edible split claws that are less aggressive, spawn more frequently, and have more delicious meat. crab.

This was something Chu Guang had never imagined.

Back to the activity itself.

This year is different from last year. After opening the market in Luoxia Province, there is no longer a shortage of food. The purpose of this activity has also changed from solving the survival crisis to enriching the lives of alliance residents.

Boulder City is located on the edge of the Third Ring Road, surrounded by ruins of high-rise buildings and underground tunnels. The heterogeneous species active in this area are not just the fruiting bodies of slime molds, there are quite a lot of species. For experienced hunters, finding hibernating prey is not too difficult.

Chu Guang plans to continue this tradition and hold a similar server event at the end of every year to make "hunting alien species" part of the alliance's culture.

Compared to celebrating the birthday of the big-horned deer god, the festivals created by people themselves are obviously much more meaningful.

After the announcement was issued, it immediately aroused heated discussions among players and cloud players. However, what he did not expect was that people's fault was not in the event itself, but in other places.

Quit smoking: "Hahaha! Designated drug testers are okay!"

Crow Crow: "I will fight to death! QAQ"

Makabazi: "Hahahahaha! Fat Crow is really hammered!"

Crow Crow: "Get lost! I'm so fat! Go to hell!!! (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻"

Teng Teng: "Damn it, this indiscreet guy... is planning to give it a quick shave, it's so hateful! T.T"

Crow: "???"

Tails: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Si! I miss home! (；д；)"

Sisi: "Awei, don't cry. I'll ask Rourou to help you catch a fish and make soup later."

Roushan Big Momo: "This is the sea!!!!"

Tails: "Oh! What a big tentacle monster Si caught last time! (✪ω✪)"

Sisi: "Uh...it's something I don't want to remember. (Hold your forehead)"

Aoao Sesame Paste: "Ahaha...touch your head."

Big Eyes of Debt: "Tentacle monster?! Please elaborate. (Funny)"

The construction site boy and Brick: "What do you want to do? Human beings can't satisfy you anymore?"

Debt-eyed: "Get out! Am I that kind of person? (Angry)"

Drum hair washing machine: "Dude, you are so perverted. (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "Lao Na calls you a good guy. (Funny)"

Irena: "I'm just curious about the smell and why Brother Luo Yu doesn't just call him good guy. (Funny)"

Luo Yu: "???"

Fang Chang: "This game is too real. (Funny)"

…

After the announcement of the event on the official website was released, a large number of players immediately poured into Boulder City from Dawn City, and the square in front of the gate was bustling for a while.

It was so lively that it felt like a festival.

"Form a group to farm monsters! If you are interested, please tell me privately!"

"A cleavage crab nest was found in the southern suburbs sewage treatment plant! Do you have any brothers who can steal crab eggs together? We still need a nest builder."

"Damn it, does anyone know what kind of meat this is? I seized it from the predator's lair... Are there any businessmen who need dried meat?"

"Hahaha! Throw it away, brother, you don't want to know what it is."

"Gan! The homeless little guy I sponsored yesterday stole my wallet! I don't believe in love anymore!"

"Calm down, at least VM is here for you."

"Wait...are you sure it was stolen?"

"...?"

Although you can participate in the New Year's Eve activities in any settlement, Boulder City, which has just been included in the player's influence, has an extra prize than other settlements.

If they didn't have too much work on their hands, most professional life players would prefer to go to Boulder City to join in the fun.

What's more, that special award is personally selected by the managers. This is a great opportunity to increase the favorability of the camp BOSS!

Players who are determined to win the title of "Wasteland Gourmet" certainly don't want to miss it.

"These newbies are really weak. They need to form a team to farm the Split Claw Crab. They are so weak!"

Corner of the market.

Looking at the chattering B-test rookies, Murderous Dagger put his hands on the ground and grinned like a baboon.

The reason why I put on this pose is not to show off, but mainly to save energy.

Just a few days ago, he underwent a prosthetic transformation from Jushi Military Industry, transforming his entire body from spine to shoulders into a T-shaped alloy structure.

What's even more exaggerated is that his two fists are like a big lump of iron, which can be used as an excavator's shovel when put together.

Speaking of this fist, Murderous Dagger felt puzzled.

He remembered that what he wanted was a fist as big as a casserole, like that of a Piltover law enforcement officer, but the NPC named Ibers didn't know what he was thinking and just got him a fist as big as an iron pot.

But it doesn’t matter.

Everything is installed.

Now he feels that his hands are filled with endless power. A slap can kill a power system, and the wind can blow away the intelligence system!

Of course, the premise is that the other party stands still.

The dog looked at him blankly at the good name, and after a while he screamed in surprise.

"What the hell?! Where did you get half a million silver coins?"

If he remembered correctly, the price quoted was five hundred thousand.

At that time, he was still laughing at this guy pretending to have an onion on his nose, but he didn't expect that this guy actually pretended to be like that? !

Seeing his friend's stunned expression, Murderous Dagger smiled sheepishly and told the truth.

"It's not that expensive... I discussed it with the NPC and removed the 'pigeon' missile launcher on my fist, and the price was adjusted to 50,000 silver coins."

In addition, in exchange, he needs to regularly submit product usage data to Jushi Military Industry, so that Jushi Military Industry can improve its products.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

What kind of thing is privacy? Just use it casually. Anyway, he didn't expect to have an X life in the game after it was changed to this horrible appearance.

The good dog looked at him blankly, not knowing how to complain for a while, and it took him a long time to hold back his next words.

"...I remember that you chose the agility system because you wanted to play stealth style?"

"You don't understand this," Murderous Dagger raised the corner of his mouth proudly. He originally wanted to pat Brother Dog on the shoulder, but gave up after thinking about it. "As long as I kill all the people, no one will know that I have been here. This is also a kind of stealth... And don’t we already have a true stealth person in our team? Hey, Old Kidney has also changed it. "

As he spoke, he raised his chin, and the good dog looked in the direction where his chin was pointing with a confused look on his face. He saw a kidney fighter wearing an alloy breastplate walking towards this direction with a playful smile.

"Hahaha! Brother Dog, you are here too. Let me tell you, the prosthetic transformation function of Jushi Military Industry is simply awesome!"

"...What did you change?" Looking at the alloy breastplate and open-front coat on his body, the good dog always had an ominous premonition.

The corner of the Kidney Fighter's mouth curled up.

"Hehe... look."

As he spoke, he grabbed his clothes and threw them into the sky like a pervert, revealing his entire breastplate and two bare arms.

Only then did Good Dog realize that this guy's alloy breastplate was not worn on, but directly welded to his body.

"Are you crazy?" Good Dog looked at him blankly, "This is useful..."

Before he could finish his words, the jet-black breastplate suddenly became transparent like ink diluted by water, and finally disappeared altogether.

The good dog's eyes were as wide as light bulbs, almost falling out of their sockets.

"What the hell!? Optical camouflage?!"

"correct!"

The Kidney Fighter, who had only his limbs and head left, smiled, touched his head floating in the air, and continued.

"It's a pity that I don't have enough money. Otherwise, I can get a complete set. But it's okay to just make the belly invisible. At least the target is much smaller."

Like Brother Killer's equipment, the price quoted is also 50,000 silver coins, which is equivalent to the price of half a heavy cavalry exoskeleton. Logically speaking, optical camouflage would not be so cheap, but since it is recycled waste, it is discounted.

If it weren't for the rare opportunity, he, a strength player, wouldn't have put this thing on his body. To put it bluntly, he was still greedy for cheap.

The good dog couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Your special mother is really a talent!"

It's hard to say whether it can sneak or not.

But it should scare people half to death at night.

He took a closer look and found that the optical camouflage was not without its weaknesses.

A slightly larger vibration can make it show a clear outline, and it can only be close to 100% invisible when it is completely motionless.

Looking at Brother Dog who was no longer able to complain, Murderous Dagger encouraged him with a smile.

"Brother, you should also go and get yourself dressed up. It's really useful."

Good Dog: "What a trick!"

"ah--!"

While the two were talking, a scream suddenly came from the side.

I saw a little girl who had just come out of the market with a basket, and she was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground.

She looked at the kidney fighter with only his head and limbs left with a pale face. She shivered and moved her hands and feet back, ignoring the snow on the ground that was up to her knees.

"Strange...monster..."

Even though there were many strange things in the wasteland, it was rare to see a head floating alone in the air, not to mention this head smiling at her.

"Don't be afraid, madam, this is just a... special prosthetic body."

The Kidney Fighter tried his best to put on a friendly smile on his face, and was about to explain it to her using some unfamiliar couplets. However, he didn't expect that the girl fainted from fear as soon as he took half a step forward.

The good dog sighed and covered his forehead.

"Just wait to be kicked."

Murderous Dagger whistled, put his hands on the ground and moved his body, facing the other way, pretending not to recognize this guy.

Looking at the two extremely real good brothers, the Kidney Fighter said in a dumbfounded voice.

"Fuck! You-"

Before he could finish his words, the alliance guards were already rushing over, and the players followed him and shouted.

"Damn, you're awesome, brother, how did you lose your stomach?"

"What kind of new bug is this?!"

"Call the Terrorist Mobile Team! There are cybermaniacs here!"

"Cybermaniac?! Where is he?"

"Wait a minute! Don't close it yet! I'll take a picture!"

…

On top of the giant wall, the howling north wind blew fluffy flakes of snow.

Looking at the market in front of the door and the crowds of people before and after the market, as well as the noisy customers, Ibbers showed a happy smile on his face.

"Your residents are geniuses."

Chu Guang, who was standing next to him, glanced at him.

"Is this a compliment or a derogatory statement?"

"Is there still a derogatory use of genius?" Ibbers touched the back of his head and suddenly said, "By the way, the X-17 project has been approved. When are you going to have your honeymoon with X-16?"

"Not interested in."

"Not interested? Could it be... the little girl of the Malvern family? Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are probably crazy. That organism will definitely break, but -"

Listening to this old guy's nonsense, Chu Guang couldn't help but kick him in the butt, although this was not good considering his seniority.

X-16, who was standing aside, watched silently as Ibbers rolled around on the ground and got up, with no intention of helping this guy at all.

In fact, it can't help.

She had no doubt that neither she nor Ibos could be a match for that human. He could pick her up and throw her out of the giant wall with one hand.

Even if he didn't turn on the power armor.

"Is this the way the blue coats say hello?" Ibbers got up from the ground and touched the back of his head, laughing. "I can see that you are angry...I am very happy."

"Are you M?"

"M? What is that? Forget it, after all, being angry is a good thing, and being angry is a human being. AI will not be truly angry or happy..." Ibers shook his head, "For example, my designer, Dear Mr. Fang Ming, it wasn’t until the end that I truly understood what the emotion of ‘hate’ was.”

Chu Guang looked at him.

"So what do you want to say?"

Patting the snow on his body, Ibers nodded slightly, elegantly like a gentleman. This etiquette was obviously learned from his former clients.

"...I am very happy to serve a human being of flesh and blood. Although I respect Mr. Fang Ming from the bottom of my heart, being a programmer's servant is too boring."

Chu Guang glanced at him in surprise.

"I thought you were the type who is afraid of chaos in the world."

"This is not a contradiction. AI should serve people, right?" Ibers said with a smile. "Anyway, as long as I hand you the slaughtering tools, you will soon spill your intestines and brains everywhere. In the end, There won’t be any left, it’s just a matter of time.”

"A year and a second are all the same to me."

Seeing Ibos talking about dangerous things without changing his expression, Chu Guang sighed softly.

"It was my mistake to think for a second that you might be a good guy."

When Fang Ming wrote his soul, he probably unconsciously mapped all his malice towards humans onto this guy.

Xiao Qi will hate the people and things she hates.

Same thing with this guy.

As much as Fang Ming hated his mission before, he hated the organisms that displeased his master, even though he was extremely loyal to his customers in terms of procedures.

For humans, this is undoubtedly a contradiction. It is difficult for humans to be loyal to something they hate from the bottom of their hearts, but for AI, it is another matter.

Ibers nodded slightly and said politely.

"Correction, I am not a human, I am an AI."

He can remain loyal to his organismal customers while providing them with more efficient slaughtering tools based on their input.

Rather, the presence of customers is a must for him.

Chu Guang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

"Ask you something."

Ibbers said respectfully.

"Excuse me."

Chu Guang went straight to the point and explained his purpose.

"Are there any side effects of implanting a prosthesis?"

Ever since Mosquito installed himself with a prosthetic body and showed it off everywhere, most of the players on the server have become potential customers of Big Rock Military Industry.

Some want to make themselves more resistant, some want to install nitrogen acceleration on their backs, and some want to be longer...and these are all relatively normal needs.

The abnormal ones are like the ones in front of the market. Some have changed their arms into excavators, and some are only half invisible to save money.

That guy is pretty ruthless when it comes to mosquitoes.

He had received a biological prosthetic body from Xiaoyu before, but before he could fully understand the symbiote, he ordered eight manipulators for himself from Jushi Military Industry.

Calculating, his brain has to take care of twelve limbs, hundreds of joints, and another little life living in the body.

Is this guy's head okay?

Chu Guang remembered clearly that he was an agility type.

"Of course there are side effects. Drinking too much water can make you die, not to mention replacing part of your body with machinery..." Seeing Chu Guang's eyes getting sharper, Ibers quickly added, "Of course, we will use it verbally." Inform customers in writing of the possible risks of installing a prosthesis that exceeds their ability to bear! Every customer is absolutely informed before installing a prosthesis!”

Chu Guang withdrew his gaze from him.

"From now on, non-shelter residents can only install prostheses that are within the safety limits that they can bear, and prostheses with functions such as neurofeedback and sensory simulation require the signature and authorization of a brain doctor with medical qualifications. Specific management Rules, I’ll have my assistant pass it on to you later.”

Ordinary residents still need to be controlled. Even if they don't become "cyber lunatics", potential medical problems are still a cost to the entire society.

As for the players...

Just let them do whatever they want.

Anyway, there was only one clone in three days. They were seriously injured and didn't even want to go to the hospital. To save trouble, they just asked their teammates to help patch up the injuries.

There is no shortage of active materials in the shelter now. If you really regret it, just throw yourself into the conversion furnace and refine it.

Although Ibers had no choice but to agree.

"As commanded."

Chu Guang nodded, turned around, and was about to take the elevator down from the giant wall.

The population of Boulder City far exceeded that of other settlements in the alliance, and he had to inform the city hall to make preparations for the New Year's Eve activities.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden explosion from the bottom of the giant wall, and the big movement made Chu Guang stop involuntarily.

"It seems to be outside."

Standing on the edge of the giant wall, Ibers scratched his chin with his index finger.

Leaning down and staring at the moss-like shacks below and the billowing smoke rising from one area, he continued with interest.

"There are such movements in the slums from time to time... Strictly speaking, it is outside Boulder City and is not under the control of Boulder City. I remember correctly, it should be controlled by several gangs."

In the past, the nobles in the inner city longed for the death of those stinky beggars outside the giant wall. Only when the wave came, they would recruit some people from inside, send a rifle and follow the mercenaries to fill the line.

Hearing the word gang, Chu Guang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Almost forgot about these rats."

It's not like he really forgot.

The first thing the Refugee Home did when it arrived in Boulder City was to stabilize the survivors in the slums in the outer city, organize them to set up tents, give them food, and register their names, height and weight, family, age, and general living area. .

This is both disaster relief and demographics.

The gang members were not interested in the porridge and food provided to the victims, and they had little interest in signing up to join the construction team. At most, a few gangsters or fringe figures would join in as informants.

The alliance has used a series of means to relocate some of the refugees in the slums to the eastern part of Dawn City for unified management, and a large number of laborers have been transferred to the construction site in the tunnel outside Boulder City.

After going back and forth like this, the portrait of the remaining young adults in the slums becomes very clear.

People must have a living livelihood.

Either do business, be a mercenary, or do something inconvenient to say.

The Guards Corps has already targeted some of the gang leaders and senior leaders through interrogation of inner city nobles and visits in the city.

Especially according to reliable clues, one of the three major gangs hiding in the slums, the Dagger Gang, has close business contacts with the Bugra Free State in the north.

Chu Guang originally planned to wait until the wave was over before dealing with the rats, but now it seemed that they did not realize that the weather in Qingquan City had changed.

After the tumors in Boulder City are removed, there will no longer be any soil for predators to survive in this area, and no evil forces will be allowed to exist on the Alliance's territory.

Since I can’t wait any longer.

Then just wait for the wave to come and fill in the lines.

"Do you want to take care of that place...Okay, treat me as nonsense."

Seeing Chu Guang's matter-of-fact expression, Ibers's face showed a smile that was not too big a deal, and then looked at X-16 who was standing aside.

"There are some little mice firing cannons under our noses. Bring your equipment and go there to have a look. Don't let your master down."

"As commanded."

The pitch-black mirror reflected the cold light. X-16 nodded slightly, without saying a word, turned and walked towards the elevator...