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Chapter 677 Hello, Bastard

Cliff bypassed the riot area along the monitoring dead-end area. According to the original design of the shelter, there should not be a monitoring dead-end area. , destined to gradually occupy some public areas.

These so-called traces of life, in the way of day and night, finally artificially created some dead spots for surveillance, and Cliff knew all of these locations well.

The fundamental purpose of the riots initiated by the committee was actually to create convenience for Cliff. In order not to interact under the eyes of the supervisors, they have been actively destroying monitoring equipment since the riots started.

Especially Cathy Walter, she purposely cleaned up all the monitoring equipment along the way.

Cliff didn't go directly to the Overseer's office area, which was a fortress. Early in the design, riots in the refuge or infiltration by players were considered. It was completely designed as a fortress.

The place he is going to is the energy center, where the reactor is located.

Theoretically speaking, that is the easiest position to defend and difficult to attack in the entire shelter, because the overseer can be replaced with a new one if he dies, and the reaction is finished, and the shelter is finished.

But for people like Cliff and Mikkelsen, dead things are never difficult to deal with, only they are difficult to deal with.

In the past ten years, Cliff has explored all the places in the shelter that can be freely entered and exited. He knows where to go to avoid those warning areas and how not to trigger the alarm.

The energy center is located at the bottom of the entire refuge. Most of it is soaked in coolant. Maintenance personnel who usually enter and leave need to wear special thermal clothing to prevent themselves from accidentally turning into ice sculptures.

The way for Cliff to get to the bottom floor is actually very simple-cable descent through the elevator shaft.

The entire refuge is a vertical barrel-shaped structure, with a total of nineteen elevators. Among the nineteen elevators, only three elevators can go directly to the bottom floor. One is the main elevator used to transport various goods and building materials. The first is the freight elevator used by the engineering department, and the other is the supervisor's special elevator directly leading to the supervisor's control room.

The elevator door of the main elevator on each floor is cast with six centimeters thick armored alloy steel, and the elevator itself is also a very strong, integrally cast cage-shaped lifting platform, which is directly operated by the reactor. Every time it is activated, most of the shelter You can hear it moving slowly.

The freight elevator in the engineering department is smaller, but every time it starts, it needs to be confirmed by the engineer on duty on the ground floor and the person in charge of the engineering department on the residential floor at the same time, and it cannot be bypassed.

As for the private elevator dedicated to the supervisor, there is no need to say more. If Cliff has the ability to directly enter the elevator, he will not have to worry about it. Came back looking for a chance to assassinate Mikkelsen.

The path that Cliff and the others opened up is the main elevator. The elevator shaft of the main elevator is large enough, and it is rarely used. It is safe enough, and it will not cause other people to be alert. Just pay attention to avoiding the sensors arranged along the way. Cliff can go straight down to the bottom.

It took him a while to reach the lowest floor of the living area without making a sound. Vault 413 is a small-scale shelter. There are only over 1 active residents in the shelter, and the living area is only ten floors. The shelf on the first floor is only three meters high.

Below the living area is the dormant area, with the same lifting height, but only two floors are used to accommodate a full [-] dormant people in a dormant state.

Further down is the engineering layer, and the reactor is also on this layer.

Cliff's destination is the second floor of the dormant area, the one closest to the energy center.

Mikkelsen looked at the messy Vault from the control room, just delegating the defense to the security department. There are no free metahumans in the entire Vault 413, so this is just a battle between mortals.

He was watching Cathy Walter through surveillance, as if he was more interested in her than the riot itself.

"I haven't seen you for ten years, and you seem to be more adapted to this world than I imagined." Mikkelsen said with some emotion, and drew a line along the surveillance blind spots in the refuge map: "So, What are you going to do with me? Start a revolution, or just show up and shoot me?"

Cliff does have a gun now, and it's pointing right behind some hapless engineer's head.

"Open the elevator door." Cliff ordered. As early as a year ago, the committee developed an offline here. The camera on this floor was broken two weeks ago, and the people from the committee tampered with the monitoring system.

In the committee's plan, this is a way to demonstrate to the supervisor and test the opponent's bottom line, but they don't know that this is almost one of the main purposes of Cliff leading them to establish the committee.

Cliff simply revealed his identity as a member of the committee, and let the people here open the door. Unfortunately, the people here are at least not stupid. When they realize that the man in front of them is targeting the energy core, even if they join Even the committee is not willing to cooperate.

So Cliff fired three shots, killing three of the four, leaving only the weakest-looking one in front of him.

The door of the elevator shaft was slowly opened, because the elevator itself was still parked on the top floor, so the supervisor could not see the abnormality here for the time being.

Cliff casually killed the worthless engineer, fixed it in a nearby place with the rope he had prepared in advance, and jumped into the elevator shaft directly. His gloved right hand slowed down with the aid of the distance measuring cable of the lifting platform, and it went smoothly. reached the bottom.

Then came the most difficult and easiest step, he needed to enter the energy center.

The energy center is the most important area of ​​the entire shelter. It is like a car cab, a safety cabin. It only needs a simple procedure to completely isolate itself from the outside world.

But Cliff has been here for ten years, and he has been planning this matter for ten years.

So the last step is the easiest step in the whole plan.

Cliff hit the elevator door leading to the energy center in the elevator shaft three times with the handle of his pistol, and after five seconds, he hit it three more times.

Afterwards, silence enveloped the black smoke elevator shaft, until a few minutes later, the elevator door slowly opened, and a woman covered in blood stood behind the elevator door, looking at Cliff weakly: "I did it. I did it, Williams!"

"Sorry, honey, that's my fake name." Cliff didn't even look at the woman, raised his hand and shot her dead at the elevator entrance.

That was the woman he spent a year working on. Under Cliff's brainwashing, the naive woman firmly believed that the supervisor was a psychopath who wanted to realize the poisonous vegetable rule. Only by defeating him or destroying the reactor could this The farce is over.

Thanks to Specter's mature design, the energy control center is basically fully automatic, and only two people are needed to complete the daily supervision work, while the woman's partner is lying less than one meter away from the siren, with his head It was smashed by the card machine.

Cliff skillfully entered the password, unlocked the operating system, and entered the background of the system. Everything should not have been so smooth, because entering the background program of the reactor requires the supervisor himself to perform biometric verification. But Vault 413, or all refuges All backdoor programs can be verified using Mikkelsen's biological information.

But Cliff is also Mikkelsen.

He directly entered the emergency maintenance mode of the reactor in the background. In this mode, the reactor will not be extinguished, but the energy output will be temporarily reduced to the minimum, and it will last for 15 minutes.

It takes 30 seconds for the backup energy supply system to be switched. After Cliff finished all this, he stood in front of the private elevator door that could directly lead to the supervisor's control room.

The moment the energy was switched, the entire shelter went dark, including the supervisor's control room.

This was the opportunity Cliff was waiting for. The reactor was in emergency maintenance mode, and although the energy output was reduced to a minimum, the elevator and ventilation system were regarded as priority energy supply units, and they would not be disconnected.

The elevator arrived slowly in the dark. Cliff took a deep breath and entered the elevator.

No matter how perfect his plan was before, the Mikkelsen upstairs should have already discovered the abnormality in the elevator. Cliff made such a big circle, all he wanted was a chance to enter the control room .
The elevator went up slowly, and when he felt that the longest ten seconds in his life had passed, the elevator door finally opened slowly, and Mikkelsen was right in front of him.

It was completely different from Cliff's imagination, there were no soldiers with live ammunition, no atmosphere of tension, and that Mikkelsen was cooking.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Mikkelsen was wearing a clean white apron, standing in front of the kitchen bar. This may be the most professional and luxurious kitchen in the entire sanctuary. It is the kitchen of the entire Michelin restaurant. Moved in: "Tell me about your story? Since you started solo?"

Mikkelsen is cooking a piece of steak, not the kind of synthetic steak, but a real steak, a high-quality steak taken from a Charolais cow just slaughtered this morning, with bright red meat, fine texture, elasticity, moderate marbling, The fat is slightly yellowish in color.

The steak knife with diamond facets in his hand was lightly drawn along the edge of the steak, gently cutting off the irregular edges, and then threw it into the trash can.

"I guess the most difficult person in the world to understand is yourself, especially for people like us, isn't it?" Cliff held the gun in his hand without any deflection, and kept the most relaxed posture to ensure that he Can kill the opponent at any time: "But it's not that easy, why don't you tell me first, what happened outside?"

"It's a good start, but why should I cooperate with you?" Mikkelsen put down the steak knife and picked up the frying pan next to him: "I guess our tastes should not change too much in just ten years." Deviation? I don’t want to waste this steak, you also know that this is a refuge, and it’s hard to get such high-quality ingredients.”

"Please, if you don't mind, I can taste it for you later." Cliff nodded slightly, and said at the same time: "By the way, I prefer to use olive oil instead of butter now, in order to keep healthy."

"I didn't expect you to be so tasteless now." Mikkelsen completely ignored Cliff's pistol, and emphasized: "My steak, I have the final say, or you can shoot now, and mine eat blood."

The two sides fell into silence. When the butter gradually melted in the frying pan and made a sizzling sound, Mikkelsen spoke again: "I heard that you built a family for yourself? Family is a bit strange to me. It sounds like an ill-fitting suit, what's that like?"

"I don't know what to say, because I had no concept of family before." Cliff said sarcastically, "It's thanks to you."

"There is no need to ridicule, we are all mature individuals." Mikkelsen put the garlic into the pot and stirred slowly: "I just want to know, how did you get here, after all, you are the first among us .”

Cliff was silent, and it took a long time before he replied: "In the beginning, I was a little lonely, even a little scared. Sometimes I would turn on the lights in the room where I was temporarily staying, and then go out aimlessly. Looking back from a distance, it looks like a ship on the sea.”

"Only then will we gain a sense of security." Mikkelsen added lightly: "But we get over this discomfort quickly, don't we? We don't need anyone else's support, when we only have When we are ourselves, we are still strong."

"I'm different from you. I get something stronger from my family. Family is like an anchor that helps us stabilize in bad weather." Cliff shook his head, pointing out the difference between himself and the other party: "I You don’t need to be strong, I’m not you.”

"Really? I thought our nature is like this, we can't change it, we will make the same choice after all, it doesn't matter which individual it is." Mikkelsen tapped the table with a metal spoon: "I have heard too many harmful words today. So what about a lighter, fruit-based Cumberland dressing I'm craving?"

"If you want a fresher taste, I prefer late-harvest Vidal sauce, with dried and fresh figs, if available." Cliff gestured to the gun in his hand.

They are Mikkelsen, so they all know that only one can survive and have the chance to eat tonight's dinner, which is the prize for the winner.

The disagreement between Mikkelsen and Cliff about the sauce seems to be the beginning of everything, and it seems to be the end. There seems to be an invisible countdown in the air that is ticking to zero, when the mixture of butter and garlic is heated to the optimum At that moment, both of them moved.

Cliff fired without hesitation, but Mikkelsen dodged to the right the moment he was shot, and the bullet missed his heart and instead hit his shoulder.

But the frying pan in Mikkelsen's hand has been thrown forward, hot and sticky butter wrapped in garlic cloves, covering all Cliff's dodging directions forward, and he only had time to cover his eyes with the back of his hand.

The hot oil eroded the human skin, and immediately exuded a strange garlic smell.

It was followed by the frying pan and the steak itself. Mikkelsen stretched out his intact arm to pick up the steak knife on the chopping board, but at that moment, he hesitated, with a strange look on the corner of his mouth. With a smile on his face, he lay prone on the ground and kicked his legs hard on the table legs. The cow blood that had been deliberately sprinkled on the ground before became a lubricant, allowing Mikkelsen to slide quickly to the other side.

And Cliff also made the correct judgment almost at the same time, squatting down, avoiding the frying pan and the steak, and pointing the gun in the direction where Mikkelsen slid out.

Bah!
A shot was fired, and Mikkelsen clutched his chest, but the smile on the corner of his mouth remained the same, as if he was mocking Cliff, but at the same time he seemed to be pitying him.

"I said, the Vidal sauce that was harvested late, you wasted that steak." After a long time, Cliff finally spoke slowly, and Mikkelsen still kept that smile without any change. Dead: "By the way, hello, bastard!"

When Cliff struggled to stand up and walked to the bar, he saw the late-harvest Vidal sauce that Mikkelsen had cooked before, and the sauce was still slightly bubbling in the hot water of moderate temperature , the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared, and now it was his turn to be trapped and die in this prison.
(End of this chapter)