This Game Is Too Realistic

2021-10-21

  Chapter 183 Power Armor! With black suitcase!    "...This is the Voice of Boulder City. Now we will broadcast a piece of news. The Black Snake Mercenary Group clashed with local survivors during its mission in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. Even though Commander Pritt and his brothers did not care. Both tactics and equipment have an absolute advantage, but unfortunately, they ran into a group of shameless who bullied the less."

"The mercenaries stationed near the subway station fought bravely, but In the end, it was overwhelmed by people. At present, the entrance of the subway station has been controlled by the hillbillies in the northern suburbs. Head Pritt and the rest of the people 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 Fa Yuen Street subway station, let us pray for Captain Pritt for three seconds, I hope he can come back alive."

Pray?

Does not exist.

For those who have lost money, not blaming this group of idiots for three days and three nights is considered a good word.

It's just twelve mercenaries, and they don't necessarily care about that bad life. Except for the boss who hired them, no one cares about their life or death.

The gamblers in Boulder City only care about their pockets. They can't wait for the Mourning Sect stars that hurt them to lose money, all of them die outside. It's better not to come back.

The two-tailed rat tavern is full of flustered and exasperated screams and curses. Even the bartender standing behind the bar can't help but slurp.

These gambling alcoholics, it is rare to reach a consensus on the same thing. Obviously, they are even bored. It is obvious that "today's special beer has a few glasses of water". Things are quarreling.

"Damn it, refund the money!"

"I can't even beat a group of beggar. I really shame the mercenaries in Boulder!"

"I'm serious Suspect, this is a scam that Pritt’s old bastard colluded with the Central Casino! Think about it, what good things can there be in the northern suburbs? It's worth their special trip to fly over! It's not cheap to rent a militia plane!"

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

"The Central Casino has also fallen , Actually opened the market for this kind of boring thing! They might as well guess the weather the day after tomorrow, at least this is fair!"

People's sorrows and joys are always incompatibility.

When the gamblers in Boulder City were cursing the twelve mercenaries of the Black Snake mercenary group, wishing they were all broken by Barbarian, Jerry squatted on the ground with his head in his hands. , But prayed coldly in shiver, these survivors can see their surrender and let them make a living.

Although he expected that he would end up like this when he became a mercenary, it didn't mean that he had put his life and death out of consideration.

If you can live, no one wants to die.

In the tunnel.

More than a dozen players are standing in front of a corpse, their faces blushing.

"Gan! Whose head is this?"

"My first stabbing!"

"Obviously my this blade is more deadly! "

"You can contribute, and you can give me the Silver Coin."

"Go away! Everyone is an old player with a VM, who is missing any contribution?" !"

Looking at the survivors who were arguing, Jerry Shiver couldn't help feeling unfathomable mystery coldly, and didn't understand what they were arguing at all.

At this moment, Jerry suddenly noticed that those people looked towards him.

"...By the way, there is still a prisoner here?"

"You said that if he was patched up, would he be considered a head?"

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

"Yes... and I remember it was written in the shelter resident's manual that attacking neutral NPCs will be sentenced to confinement based on the level of the plot, and the attacking friendly NPC is the highest Will be sentenced to permanent deportation. His mark on the map is gray, and the reward has been completed after becoming a captive?"

"Where is the bounty? Who of you received the bounty?"

"Emmm...maybe it will be settled later? After all, it was the same before."

Although Jerry didn't understand what those people were discussing, he glanced at him from time to time. , Really made him feel a trace of have one's hair stand on end.

This feeling is like fish on the chopping board.

His life and death depend entirely on a single thought of these people.

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

On his back hangs the ridiculously strong Warhammer, but Jerry can be sure that he is not the one who blocked almost all of their fire.

At the same time, Jerry clearly felt that when he appeared here, the survivors around him obviously showed respect, and even the whispering voices were much quieter.

Stopped in front of him.

The man looked down at him and asked.

"Where is your Captain?"

Jerry swallowed and glanced at the shelter next to him.

"He has gone in..."

Chu Guang looked towards the side.

There is an open iron door with a no-entry sign printed on it, and behind the door is a straight passage leading to the main entrance of the refuge-the iconic foot There are gear-shaped alloy giant doors tens of centimeters thick.

The entrance of Refuge No. 117, unlike the sunken entrance of No. 404, was built directly next to the subway tunnel.

Refuges with a three-digit serial number are all "full circle" refuges, and the gate can be completely physically cut off from the outside world when the gate is closed. As long as the thermonuclear fusion reactor continues to generate energy, the shelter can continue to operate without any material exchange with the outside world.

In theory, if the people inside are determined not to come out, and they directly lock the door, it will be useless for the people outside to do anything. Any fire attack and flooding are all in pediatrics. This is a civil air defense facility built to withstand strategic nuclear strikes. Its designers have long considered all possible situations including "suffering a million-ton nuclear strike."

But—

Refuge 117 has obviously been abandoned for many years. The reactor inside has ceased operation. It’s okay to rely on the backup power source to open the door. It’s okay to expect a complete cycle. No need to think about it.

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

"Let him come out."

Jerry moved back an inch nervously.

"It's useless, it's useless for anyone to go, Commander Pritt won't listen to me... He doesn't care about our life or death at all."

Chu Guang lightly laughed, took out a long nail and gently placed it on his hand.

That is the bullet of the Gauss rifle-although it is an imitation of pure steel forging.

The moment Jerry saw this bullet, Jerry's breathing obviously stopped for a few seconds.

Chu Guang continued.

"You go and tell him."

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

"Of course, if he is terrified and intends to live with this refuge for a lifetime, I can help him. For example, use twenty tons of cement to completely seal this place."

" This is my relic. I can’t get it. No one can take away the contents."

"Of course, if he is smarter, he can roll his head out of it with his hands in his hands and explain clearly to you Who is his employer—"

"I will leave him a dog."

......

Captain Pritt surrendered.

When he saw the spike in Jerry's hand through the camera, he didn't have much effort to make a choice between surrendering and defending.

There is no need to hesitate at all.

This kind of abandoned refuge, the reactor has already been turned off, and the cold fusion battery plugged into the backup power source is barely enough for lighting and opening and closing the door, which is not enough for him to stick to it here.

Don't say you are guarding this door until you die of old age.

At most a week, he will have to starve to death or die of thirst inside.

He is just a mercenary who takes money to do things, but there is no ideological awareness of "coexistence and death with entrustment".

The door of the refuge opened slowly.

Leaving the weapon at the door of the buffer room, Pritt, who held his head in his hands, walked out of the door of the refuge under the crowd of players watching.

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

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

"It depends on whether you are honest," Chu Guang looked at him and continued, "Speak up, your employer Who is it?"

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

"My lord, we are just mercenaries with money to sell our lives, but we are not qualified to see our employer. The middleman who sent us the task is called "White Shark", including the advance payment and the magnetic card of Vault 117 , He gave us..."

White Shark?

Chu Guang watched him continue.

"What's your entrustment?"

Pritt: "The employer entrusted us to find a black suitcase, which was in the manager's office in Vault 117. In addition, the employer also mentioned that there is a power armor here, which is said to be the private collection of the manager of this refuge. However, the middleman told me that the employer is not sure if it is still here, and only mentioned that if you see it, remember to bring it with you. He will give us extra rewards."

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

He swallowed and said, "I think so too... I think he may be from Vault 117, but I haven't seen him either. I'm not even sure if he is in Boulder City."

Chu Guang looked at him and continued to ask.

"Where can I find that white shark."

"The Pirate Bay Tavern in Boulder City. He is the boss there. Many mercenaries are there to pick up." Worried. Chu Guang was dissatisfied with his answer. Prit, who wanted to survive, continued nervously, "My lord, we really don't know who the employer is... But if you want to talk to the white shark, I can help you. ."

Chu Guang is slightly laughed.

"I will find him naturally."

Assuming that there is no key thing to ask from this guy's mouth, Chu Guang let him roll next to the other prisoners , Squatting against the wall with the other three prisoners holding their heads.

Counting the sniper found by the squad, the black snake mercenary group has a total of 13 mercenaries, and only four were captured.

Others either died under the chaotic spear, or before they had time to surrender, they were stabbed into a funnel by the players with bayonets in hand-to-hand combat.

As for the players, not counting those cute new ones who died in a sneak attack, the casualties reached 17 people. Relative to the base number of 500 players, this number is not going to hurt.

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

Chu Guang will deal with these prisoners later.

As for now, of course it is more important to count the spoils of war.

When the manager moved towards the direction of Refuge No. 117, the players guarding the door received the reminder that the mission was completed almost at the same time.

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

" Huh? I received it too," Sisi looked at the VM with a surprised look, "So as long as you participate, you can participate, but why I only have 21 silver..."

"It must be because Sisi has no tail. Quickly!"

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

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

On the other side.

Old Bai in heavy armor, the other three people moved towards the cow and horse squad walked over and said excitedly to the good friends.

"It's so cool! The hammer is invincible! Once the shield wall is opened, you can't see through a machine gun or a rifle!"

"After all, it belongs to the manager. Weapons," Hehe laughed, carrying a sniper rifle, Ye Shi laughed, "Old Bai's armor is worth buying."

"Hey, if only I can buy it!"

"Don't think about it, that kind of weapon that breaks the balance, even if you can buy 80%, it is too expensive," he casually replied to Old Bai, staring at the VM's Fang Chang, looked thoughtful and said, "By the way, the settlement of this mission Very fast, I actually have 111 silver on my side."

"Already settled? Is it so fast... Damn it! My side is 144 silver!" Looking at the number that pops up in the VM, Ye Shi's eyes went straight.

Feng Feng tried to analyze it and said: "Maybe it’s because you killed one with a sniper rifle? I am 107 silver, which is about the same as Fang Chang."

Fang Chang looked thoughtful and nodded, Said.

"It should be. You click on the checklist on the completed task page, which contains a detailed description of the source of each task reward. The rewards I can see here have two parts, one is Bounty Mission rewards, there is also a battlefield mission reward."

"For example, for the sniper we killed before, the bounty and contribution point are 25% per person and count towards the Bounty Mission. At the same time. , That sniper was a high-threat target. He also provided us with 50 battlefield points, which were counted as battlefield missions."

Ye Shi's face appeared in a daze: "so that's how it is... But how about the few red-named elite monsters killed later? It's hard to tell who killed it."

Fang Chang: "Yes, so the few red-named monsters killed in team battles Elite monsters are all included in the total revenue of battlefield missions and are divided according to battlefield scores. For example, you can see that your Bounty Mission rewards are the same as ours, but the battlefield scores are slightly higher than ours, so the revenue is also a little higher than ours. "

The total revenue of battlefield missions includes many types, mainly calculated based on spoils of war and battle difficulty. Although "Wasteland OL" does not disclose the specific battlefield revenue calculation formula, players can still clearly feel the difference.

For example, at the most basic level, the contribution point of defensive warfare is higher than that of offensive warfare, and the Silver Coin profit of offensive warfare is higher than that of defensive warfare. The benefit of playing Legion is higher than that of robber, and the benefit of beating people is higher than that of fighting alien species.

Old Bai looked shocked and happily said: "I am 171 silver... a cow batch! I just opened the shield in front, and actually gave me 50 battlefield points!"

Listening to the discussion of the squad, the surrounding players all looked envious.

Among them, the overwhelming majority is 50 silver, and few can reach 70 or even 80 silver. That is the high game of the T2 and even T1 echelon.

Looking at the VM on his arm, the mosquito couldn't help foul-mouthed.

"MMP! I am 111 silver! What a cheating!"

Among them, 100 silver was contributed by prisoners!

The Mole standing next to me calmly said: "Normal, after all, we really don't have much involvement except for picking up the head... But the good news is that I received a pop-up window on the task completion."

The mission mentioned here obviously does not refer to the Bounty Mission that everyone has, but the mission to open up the passage from the subway station to Vault 117.

Hearing the words of Mole, the mosquitoes who were still complaining before, instantly eyes shined: "Fuck! Old Brother is awesome! The reward has been paid!?"

"According to the promise, you are four and six, I will divide you now."

With that, Mole stretched out his index finger and clicked twice on the VM, and graciously With the 1200 Silver Coin in hand, 480 silver was drawn to the mosquitoes.

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

Seeing the 480 silver that was received, the mosquito's eyebrows were instantly happy, and his mouth couldn't close with joy.

"Cool! Hahaha, I have made a fortune!"

Zhang Hai, who looked at the people around him happily, clutching his butt to stop the bleeding, couldn't help but approached and asked: " If you don’t understand, just ask, is there a reward if there is no VM? How do you see where the reward is."

Mosquito gave him a sideways look.

"There is a fart, do you have any DPS!"

Mole also said with a smile.

"Don't think about Brother, the task is not received, there is a woolen reward. This task is not originally done by a newcomer, you should just follow the wave of experience."

Zhang Hai: "Gan, trembling and cold! Newcomers don’t have human rights!"

Patted his shoulder, Mole said earnestly, "Satisfaction, everyone came here like this, not to mention ours. I’ll have to move bricks and cut trees to save for a while. Listen to my advice, hurry up and save for a VM."

Zhang Hai: "%￥#@!"

The players at the entrance of the refuge are still arguing. Chu Guang has passed through the open giant alloy door, brought a wrench and another guard, and stepped into the interior of refuge No. 117.

Stepping on the concrete floor tiles, the sole of the shoe makes a creak sound.

Judging from the thick layer of ash on the ground, it has been unattended for many years.

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

Picking up a leaflet for Refuge No. 117 from the ground, Chu Guang turned to the back, where a schematic diagram of the structure of the refuge was drawn.

"There are only three floors in Vault 117..."

And the area is much smaller than that of Vault 404!    According to the propaganda on the leaflet, the reasonable number of asylums here is between 100 and 200, and refuge No. 404 has a total of 600 rooms in the three sub-zones of BCD on the B2 floor.

However, Chu Guang can clearly feel that life in this refuge should be much better than that of refuge 404.

The individual rooms here have an average area of ​​more than 10 square meters, and some even have private bathrooms. Compared with the pigeon cage-like rooms in Refuge No. 404, they are much better.

If you want to live here, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money! The    main door of the refuge is facing the preparation room. The layout here is similar to that of refuge No. 404, with a large number of cabinets lined up.

Chu Guang opened the closet and found that in addition to protective clothing and gas masks, it also contained a lot of police equipment.

However, most of these police equipment are mainly truncheons, shields, riot forks, stun guns, and body armor. No automatic weapons or pre-war police pistols have been seen, let alone his body. This set of "Hussar" 5-type police exterior skeleton.

Chu Guang checked the quality of these equipment.

Except that the battery of the stun gun is broken and can no longer be used, the quality of the body armor and shield are very good. The batons and riot forks are not too good. It is not obvious that these things are already there. Two hundred years of history.

"It should be more reasonable for body armor to sell 200 Silver Coin. For shields... cheaper, just sell 100 Silver Coin." Looking at the equipment in the preparation room, Chu Guang stroked his chin and thought.

As for the batons and riot forks...

Selling to the players is of little significance, and it is better to leave them to the NPC as a tool to maintain law and order.

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

After passing the two gates of the buffer room, he formally entered the interior of the refuge.

The reactor here has turned off, leaving only the backup power supply plugged in with cold fusion batteries, allowing this shelter to barely maintain the lowest power operation. Facilities such as refrigerators and water purifiers have long been unable to activate, and even the lighting will only activate when people are near.

"My lord, I feel that the air condition here is a bit bad..." The wrench next to Chu Guang said cautiously, "Or, let me explore the rest."

"Don't worry, I know it in my heart."

Chu Guang's index finger points on the VM worn on his arm, and the oxygen content shown on it is still safe. Although there is a small amount of ozone in the air, the concentration is very low, let alone his 14-point physique, even if a normal adult stands here, it will be fine.

Wrench didn't talk any more, just walked to the front of Chu Guang faithfully.

Without taking the elevator, I went through the safe passage next to the elevator to the B3 floor-the deepest part of Refuge No. 117.

Chu Guang clearly feels that the dust here is more than a little bit thicker than First Layer.

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

The door here is tightly closed.

Chu Guang stretched out his hand and fumbled on the door for a while, with a heart move, he took out a magnetic card and pasted it on.

The signal light on the door lights up, and the alloy door panel opens to one side and is placed in the wall.

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

"MMP, why other managers are so rich, so I have to build an office by myself, which is unreasonable!"

With a low-key luxury, the display cabinets are lined with the manager's collections during his lifetime, including a collection of books and some decorations.

However, these are not the main points.

The point is that set of power armor with a streamlined armor shell, deep blue paint, and the black box leaning against the desk!

That should be the suitcase mentioned by Principle Academician!   However, not so much a suitcase, Chu Guang thinks it is more appropriate to describe it as a suitcase. The size of this thing is not small, and when placed horizontally, it has the height of its own calf.

Apart from this, behind the desk, there is a skeleton in a blue jacket sitting. The skeleton's left elbow supported the arm of the chair, and VM had slipped from his forearm to the joint.

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

[Mission completed! 】

(End of this chapter)