Chapter 183

"... this is the voice of Boulder City. Now there is a news that the black snake mercenary regiment clashed with local survivors during their mission in the northern suburb of Qingquan city. Although leader pritt and his brothers have an absolute advantage in both tactics and equipment, unfortunately, they met a group of shameless people who deceive the less with more."

"The mercenaries stationed near the subway station made heroic resistance, but they were finally submerged by the sea of people. At present, the entrance of the subway station has been controlled by the hillbilles in the northern suburbs. Captain pritt and the rest had to retreat into the subway station to find another way out."

"This radio station will continue to pay attention to the situation near the Garden Street subway station. Let's pray for captain PREET for three seconds and hope he can come back alive."

Pray?

Does not exist.

For those who have lost money, it is good to not scold these fools for three days and nights.

It's just twelve mercenaries. They don't care about that rotten life. No one cares about their life and death except the boss who hired them.

The gamblers in Boulder City only care about their own money bags. They want those lost stars who hurt them to lose money to die outside. It's better not to come back at all.

The twin tailed rat tavern was full of angry curses and curses. Even the bartender standing behind the bar couldn't help but tut tongue.

These gambling addicted drunks rarely reach a consensus on the same thing. It is clear that usually they will even be bored and quarrel over the obvious thing of "mixing a few glasses of water with today's special beer".

"Shit, refund!"

"I can't even beat a group of beggars. I'm really ashamed of the mercenaries in Boulder!"

"I seriously doubt that this is a good scam of that old bastard PREET colluding with the central casino! Think carefully, what good things can there be in the northern suburbs? It's worth them to fly there! It's not cheap to rent a militia plane!"

"Whatever their commission is, don't let me see that fool in the pub! I swear I'll spit on his face!"

"The central Casino has degenerated and opened for such boring things! They might as well guess the weather the day after tomorrow. At least it's fair!"

People's joys and sorrows are always different.

When the gamblers in Boulder City were cursing the twelve mercenaries of the black snake mercenary regiment, hoping that they would all be broken by the barbarians, Jerry, squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, was shivering and praying that the survivors could make their own way for the sake of their surrender.

Although the moment he became a mercenary, he expected that he would have such an end, this does not mean that he has put life and death aside.

If you can live, no one wants to die.

In the tunnel.

More than a dozen players are standing in front of a corpse.

"Gan! Whose head is this?"

"My first stab!"

"Obviously, my knife is more deadly!"

"Just give me silver coins."

"Fuck off! Everyone is an old player with VM. Who needs any contribution!"

Looking at the quarreling survivors, Jerry trembled and couldn't help feeling puzzled. He didn't understand what they were arguing about.

At this time, Jerry suddenly noticed that the people looked at themselves.

"... in other words, there is another prisoner here?"

"You said that if you mended him, would it also be a head?"

"The red name is gone. It's probably useless."

"Yes... And I remember it was written in the shelter residents' manual that attacking neutral NPCs will be sentenced to confinement according to the degree of the plot, and attacking friendly NPCs will be sentenced to permanent repatriation. His mark on the map is gray, and the reward has been completed after he became a prisoner?"

"What about the bounty? Who received it?"

"Emmm... Maybe after settlement? After all, it was the same before."

Although Jerry couldn't understand what the people were talking about, the glances he glanced at him from time to time did make him feel a little creepy.

This feeling is like fish on the chopping board.

His life and death depends entirely on an idea of these people.

Just then, a man wearing a blue exoskeleton came from the direction of the platform.

On his back hung the ridiculously strong hammer, but Jerry was sure that he was not the one who had blocked almost all their fire just now.

At the same time, Jerry obviously felt that when he appeared here, the survivors around him obviously showed a respectful attitude, and even their voices were much lower.

Stopped in front of him.

The man looked down at him and asked.

"Where's your captain?"

Jerry swallowed his saliva and looked at the shelter nearby.

"He has gone in..."

Chu Guang looked aside.

There is an open iron door with a no entry sign printed on the door, and behind the door is a straight passage leading to the main gate of the shelter - the iconic gear shaped alloy gate more than ten centimeters thick.

The entrance of refuge 117, different from the sunken entrance of 404, is directly built next to the subway tunnel.

Shelters with three digits of serial number belong to "full cycle" shelters, which can be completely physically cut off from the outside world when the door is closed. As long as the energy of thermonuclear fusion reactor continues, the shelter facility can operate without any material exchange with the outside world.

In theory, if the people inside are determined not to come out and lock the door directly, it is useless for the people outside to do anything. What fire attack and flooding are pediatrics. This is a civil air defense facility built to resist strategic nuclear attack. Its designers have long considered all possible situations, including "suffering from a million ton equivalent nuclear attack".

But——

Shelter 117 has obviously been abandoned for many years. The reactor inside has long stopped working. It's OK to open the door by relying on the standby power supply. You don't have to think about it if you expect complete circulation.

After thinking for two seconds, Chu Guang leaned down and stared at the mercenary's eyes.

"Let him out."

Jerry nervously moved back an inch.

"It's useless. It's useless for anyone to go. Captain pritt won't listen to me... He won't care about our life or death."

Chu Guang smiled faintly, took out a long nail and gently put it on his hand.

That's the bullet of Gauss Rifle - although it's an imitation made of pure steel.

The moment he saw the bullet, Jerry's breath obviously stopped for a few seconds.

Chu Guang continued.

"Go and tell him."

"If he hopes to get out of here with a set of power armor, I will let him know what the price of stupidity is."

"Of course, if he is frightened and plans to spend his life with this shelter, I can help him. For example, seal it completely with 20 tons of cement."

"This is my relic. I can't get it. No one can take it away."

"Of course, if he were smarter, he would roll out with his head in his hands and explain who your employer is -"

"I'll keep him alive."

……

Captain PREET surrendered.

When he saw the nail in Jerry's hand through the camera, he made a choice between surrender and sticking to it without much effort.

There is no need to hesitate.

This abandoned shelter, the reactor has long been shut down, and the cold fusion battery plugged into the standby power supply is barely enough for lighting and opening and closing the gate, which is not enough for him to stick here.

Not to mention guarding this gate until you die of old age.

For a week at most, he would starve or die of thirst.

He is just a mercenary who works with money, but there is no ideological consciousness of "living or dying with the client".

The door of the shelter opened slowly.

Pritt, who left his weapon at the door of the buffer room and held his head in his hands, came out of the gate of the shelter under the crowd of players.

Looking at Chu Guang standing at the door, he hung his head and said in a low voice.

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

"It depends on whether you are honest," Chu Guang looked at him and continued, "come on, who's your employer?"

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

"Sir, we are just mercenaries who work hard with money, but we are not qualified to meet our employer. The middleman who sent us tasks is called 'white shark', including the advance payment and the magnetic card of refuge 117, which he gave us..."

shark?

Chu Guang looked at him and continued.

"What is your entrustment?"

Pritt: "The employer entrusted us to look for a black suitcase, which was said to be in the manager's office of shelter 117. In addition, the employer also mentioned that there was a power armor here, which was said to be the private collection of the manager of the shelter. However, the middleman told me that the employer was not sure whether it was still here, but only mentioned that if you saw it, remember to bring it with you and he would give it to us Additional rewards. "

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

Pritt swallowed his saliva and said, "I think so too... I think he may be the man of refuge 117, but I haven't seen him. I'm not even sure if he's in Boulder."

Chu Guang looked at him and continued to ask.

"Where can I find the white shark?"

"The Pirate Bay tavern in Boulder is the owner there, and many mercenaries are there to pick up work." pritt, who was worried that Chu Guang was dissatisfied with his answer and wanted to live, continued nervously, "Sir, we really don't know who the employer is... But if you want to talk to white shark, I can help you."

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"I'll find him naturally."

It was estimated that there was no key thing to ask from this guy's mouth. Chu Guang asked him to roll next to the other prisoners and squat against the wall with the other three prisoners of war.

Including the sniper found by the cattle and horse team, there were 13 mercenaries in the black snake mercenary regiment, and only four were captured.

Others either died under random guns or were poked into a funnel by players with bayonets in the white-edge battle before they had time to surrender.

As for players, not counting those Mengxin who died in the sneak attack, the casualties reached 17. Compared with the base of 500 players, this number is not as bad as breaking bones and muscles.

After the Legion battle, the outpost will not be short of active substances for a short time. These small players who died in battle are a hero again three days later.

Chu Guang will dispose of the prisoners later.

Now, of course, it is more important to count the booty.

As the manager walked towards refuge 117, the players guarding the door received the prompt of task completion almost at the same time.

"Gao! Si! Look at VM!" holding the tail of the iron pipe rifle, shaking his arm excitedly, said, "37 silver! We're rich!"

"Eh? I also received it," Si Si, who looked at VM, looked surprised. "It turns out that as long as I participate, I have a share, but why do I only have 21 silver..."

"It must be because Si Si doesn't have a fast tail!"

Glancing at his triumphant tail, Si Si thoughtfully touched his chin.

"Well, maybe... Maybe it's because of this."

The other side.

Wearing heavy armor, Lao Bai walked towards the other three members of the cattle and horse team and said excitedly to his good friends.

"Great! That hammer is invincible! As soon as the shield wall is opened, no matter machine gun or rifle, no bullets can penetrate!"

"After all, it's the weapon of the manager," said Yeshi with a sniper rifle on his back. "Lao Bai's armor is worth buying."

"Hey, if only I could buy it!"

"Don't think about it. Even if you can buy 80% of the weapons that destroy the balance, they are ridiculously expensive," said Lao Bai casually, staring at the head of VM, thoughtfully. "In other words, the settlement of this task is very fast. I have 111 silver."

"Settled? So fast... Shit! Why is 144 silver on my side!" looking at the number jumping out of VM, night ten eyes stared straight.

The strong wind tried to analyze and said, "maybe it's because you killed one with a sniper gun? I'm 107 silver, about the same as the square length."

Director Fang nodded thoughtfully and said.

"It should be. You click the settlement list on the completed task page, which details the source of each task reward. The reward I can see here has two parts, one is the reward for the task, and the other is the reward for the battlefield task."

"For example, the reward and contribution points of the sniper we killed before are included in the reward mission according to 25% per person. At the same time, as a high threat target, the sniper also provided us with a battlefield score of 50 points, which is included in the battlefield mission."

Night ten's face floated suddenly: "I see... But what about the famous elite monsters killed later? It's hard to tell who killed them."

Fang Chang: "yes, so all the famous elite monsters killed in the regiment war are included in the total revenue of the battlefield mission and divided according to the battlefield score. For example, you see, your reward mission reward is the same as us, but the battlefield score is slightly higher than us, so the revenue is also higher than us."

The total revenue of battlefield missions includes many kinds, which are mainly calculated according to the booty and battle difficulty. Although "waste soil ol" does not disclose the specific battlefield revenue calculation formula, players can still clearly feel the difference.

For example, basically, the contribution point income of defensive war is higher than that of offensive war, and the silver coin income of offensive war is higher than that of defensive war. The income of fighting Legion is higher than that of fighting predators, and the income of beating people is higher than that of fighting aliens.

Lao Bai said with a surprised look on his face, "I'm 171 silver... Cow batch! Just now I opened the shield in front, and I was given 50 battlefield points!"

Listening to the discussion of the cattle and horse team, the players around are all looking envious.

Most of them are 50 silver, few can reach 70 or even 80 silver, which is the high play of T2 and even T1 echelon.

Looking at the VM on his arm, the mosquito couldn't help swearing.

"MMP! I'm 111 silver! Where's Keng dad? This is!"

Among them, 100 silver was contributed by captives!

The mole standing beside said calmly, "it's normal. After all, we don't have much participation except picking up a head... But the good news is that I've received a pop-up window for the completion of the task."

The task mentioned here obviously refers not to the reward task everyone has, but to the task of opening up the passage from the subway station to refuge 117.

Hearing the mole's words, the mosquito, who had been complaining before, suddenly brightened his eyes: "lying in the trough! Brother, cow force! The reward has arrived!?"

"It's arrived. As agreed, you four and I six. I'll divide you now."

With that, the mole stretched out his index finger and clicked on the VM twice. Generously, he drew 480 silver coins from the 1200 silver coins he just got to the mosquito.

As for the cost, they have shared it before.

Looking at the 480 silver that arrived, the mosquito was happy and couldn't close his mouth.

"Cool! Hahaha, I'm rich!"

Looking at the people around, Zhang Hai, who covered his ass to stop bleeding, couldn't help coming over and asked, "if you don't understand, do you have a reward if you don't have VM? What do you think of the reward?"

The mosquito glanced at him.

"There's a fart. Do you have DPS!"

The mole laughed.

"Don't think about it, brother. I didn't receive the task. There is a wool reward. This task is not done by newcomers. You should follow the wave experience."

Zhang Hai: "Gan, I'm shivering! New people don't have human rights!"

Patting him on the shoulder, the mole said earnestly, "be satisfied. Everyone came here like this. Besides, we had to move bricks and cut trees to praise contributions at that time. Listen to my advice and save contributions to buy a VM."

Zhang Hai: "% ￥ #@"

The players at the gate of the refuge are still noisy. Chu Guang has passed through the open alloy gate and stepped into the interior of refuge 117 with a wrench and another guard.

Stepping on the concrete floor tile, the sole creaks.

Judging from the thick layer of ash on the ground, no one has visited here for many years.

Although the possibility of danger is very small, Chu Guang still holds the Warhammer in his hand just in case. So far, he has not encountered energy weapons. The common damage on waste soil is mainly kinetic energy, and the interception effect of nitrogen shield on small mass flight props is almost absolute.

He picked up a leaflet of No. 117 shelter from the ground, and Chu Guang turned it to the back, where he drew the structural diagram of the shelter.

"Refuge 117 has only three floors..."

And the area is much smaller than shelter 404!

According to the propaganda on the leaflet, the reasonable number of asylum here is between 100 and 200, while refuge 404, the three divisions of BCD on B2 floor alone, has a total of 600 rooms.

However, Chu Guang can clearly feel that the life of this shelter should be no less than that of No. 404 shelter.

The average area of individual single rooms here is more than 10 square meters, and some even have independent bathroom. It is much better than those pigeon cage rooms in shelter 404.

I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money to live here!

The gate of the shelter is facing the servicing room. The layout here is similar to that of shelter 404, with a large number of vertical cabinets.

Chu Guang opened the cabinet and found that there were many police equipment in addition to protective clothing and gas masks.

However, most of these police equipment are mainly batons, shields, riot forks, electric shock guns and bulletproof vests. There are no automatic weapons or pre war police pistols, let alone the "light cavalry" type 5 police exoskeleton on him.

Chu Guang checked the quality of these equipment.

Except that the battery of the electric shock gun is broken and can no longer be used, the quality of bulletproof vests and shields is very excellent, and the baton and riot fork are no less. I can't see that these things have a history of more than 200 years.

"It should be reasonable to sell bulletproof vests for 200 silver coins. If shields are cheaper, sell them for 100 silver coins." looking at the equipment in the servicing room, Chu Guang touched his chin and thought.

As for batons and riot forks

It doesn't make much sense to sell it to players. It's better to leave it to NPC as a tool for maintaining law and order.

No power armor was found in the servicing room. Chu Guang left a guard watching here and took another man to the buffer room.

After passing the two gates of the buffer chamber, they officially entered the interior of the shelter.

The reactor here has been shut down, leaving only the backup power plugged into the cold fusion battery, so that the shelter barely maintains the lowest power operation. Facilities such as refrigerators and water purifiers have long been unable to start, and even lighting will only start when people are close.

"My Lord, I feel the air condition here is a little bad..." the wrench next to Chu Guang said cautiously, "otherwise, I'd better leave the later exploration to me."

"Don't worry, I know."

Chu Guang's index finger points the VM worn on his arm, and the oxygen content displayed on it is 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 physique. Even normal adults will be fine standing here.

The wrench didn't talk any more, but walked in front of Chu Guang faithfully.

Instead of taking the elevator, I came to the deepest part of refuge 117 on the B3 floor through the safe passage next to the elevator.

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

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

The gate here is tightly closed.

Chu Guang reached out and fumbled on the door for a while. With a move in his heart, he felt out the magnetic card and pasted it.

The signal light on the door is on, and the alloy door panel is opened to one side and incorporated into the wall.

Looking at the decoration in the office and the power armor displayed by the wall, Chu Guang's face showed a trace of envy.

"Mom, why are other managers so rich? It's unreasonable!"

There is a low-key luxury in the simple decoration. On the display cabinet are the collections of the manager, including books and some decorations.

However, these are not the point.

The focus is on the streamlined armor shell, dark blue painted power armor, and the black box next to the desk!

That should be the suitcase mentioned by Dr. principle!

However, rather than a suitcase, Chu Guang thinks it is more appropriate to describe it with a suitcase. The volume of this thing is not small. It is as high as its own legs when placed horizontally.

In addition, behind the desk sat a skeleton in a blue coat. The skeleton's left elbow supported the arm of the chair, and VM had slipped from his forearm to his joint.

At the moment of looking at the VM device, a line of light blue pop-up windows appeared in Chu Guang's field of view——

[task completed]