Chapter 183 Power Armor! With black suitcase!

"...Here is the voice of Boulder City, and now there is a piece of news that the Black Snake Mercenary Group had a conflict with the local survivors on the way to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. Or equipment has an absolute advantage, but unfortunately, they encountered a group of shameless people who bullied the less with more."

"The mercenaries stationed near the subway station resisted heroically, but in the end they were overwhelmed by the crowd. At present, the entrance to the subway station has been controlled by the hillbillies in the northern suburbs, and Captain Pritt and the rest had to retreat into the subway. Look for other ways out of the station.”

   "This radio station will continue to monitor the situation near the Garden Street subway station. Let's pray for three seconds for Captain Pritt, and I hope he can come back alive."

pray?

nonexistent.

   For those who lost money, it would be an accumulation of virtue not to scold these idiots for three days and three nights.

   is just twelve mercenaries, and they don't necessarily care about that bad life. No one cares about their lives other than the bosses who hired them.

  The gamblers in Boulder City only care about their own money bags. They wish that all the mourning stars who harmed them and lost money should all die outside, and it is best not to come back.

The   Two-tailed Rat Tavern was filled with angry shouts and curses, and even the bartender standing behind the bar couldn't help but tut his tongue at those vicious curses.

   These alcoholics who are addicted to gambling rarely reach a consensus on the same thing, and they are usually bored and quarrel over the obvious things like "today's special beer and a few glasses of water".

   "Damn, refund your money!"

   "You can't even beat a group of beggars. What a shame for the mercenaries in Boulder City!"

   "I seriously suspect that this is a scam that the old **** Pritt colluded with with the Central Casino! Think about it carefully, what good things can there be in the northern suburbs? It's worth them taking a special plane to rush there! Renting a militia plane is not cheap!"

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

   "Central Casino has also fallen, and actually opened for such a boring thing! They might as well guess the weather the day after tomorrow, at least this is fair!"

  The joys and sorrows of people are always different.

When the gamblers in Boulder City were cursing the twelve mercenaries of the Black Snake Mercenary Group, wishing they were all broken by the barbarians, Jerry, who was squatting on the ground with his hands on his head, was shivering. I prayed that these survivors would give themselves a way out for the sake of their surrender.

  Although he had expected such an ending from the moment he became a mercenary, it did not mean that he had put his life and death aside.

  No one wants to die if they can live.

   in the tunnel.

  A dozen players were standing in front of a corpse, blushing.

   "Hey! Whose head is this?"

   "My first stab!"

   "Obviously my knife is more deadly!"

   "Contribute to you, just give me the silver coins."

   "Fuck off! Everyone is an old player with a VM, so who doesn't have any contribution!"

   Looking at the survivors who were arguing, Jerry couldn't help feeling inexplicable while shivering, and didn't understand what they were arguing about.

   At this moment, Jerry suddenly noticed that those people were looking at him.

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

   "You said that if you make up for him, will it count as a head?"

   "The red name is gone, probably useless."

"Yes... and I remember that it is written in the Refuge Resident Manual that attacking neutral NPCs will be sentenced to confinement according to the level of the plot, and attacking friendly NPCs will be sentenced to permanent repatriation. His mark on the map is gray, and he probably becomes a prisoner. After that, the bounty has been completed?"

   "What about the bounty? Who did you receive the bounty?"

   "emmm... Maybe it will be settled later? After all, it was like this before."

  Although Jerry couldn't understand what those people were talking about, the glances in his eyes from time to time made him feel a little creepy.

   This feeling is like fish on a chopping board.

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

   At this moment, a man wearing a blue exoskeleton came over from the direction of the platform.

   He had that ridiculously strong warhammer hanging from his back, but Jerry was sure that it wasn't him who had blocked almost all their firepower just now.

   At the same time, Jerry clearly felt that the moment he appeared here, the surrounding survivors obviously showed a respectful attitude, and even the whispers were much quieter.

   stopped in front of him.

  The man looked down at him and asked.

   "Where's your captain?"

  Jerry swallowed and glanced at the shelter next to him.

   "He's already in..."

  Chu Guang looked to the side.

There is an open iron door with a sign prohibiting entry, and behind the door is a straight passage leading to the main entrance of the refuge - the iconic gear with a thickness of more than ten centimeters. Shaped alloy giant door.

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

   Refugees with three-digit serial numbers belong to "full circulation" sanctuaries, which can be physically cut off from the outside world by closing the gate. As long as the energy source of the thermonuclear fusion reactor continues, the shelter can operate without any material exchange with the outside world.

  Theoretically, if the people inside are determined not to come out, they directly lock the door, and no matter what the people outside do, it is useless. Any fire attack and flooding are all pediatrics. This is a civil air defense facility built to resist strategic nuclear strikes. Its designers have long considered all possible situations, including "suffering a megaton-yield nuclear strike".

but--

   Vault 117 has apparently been abandoned for many years, and the reactor inside has long ceased to function. It's okay to open the door on that backup power source, and it's not necessary to think about expecting a full cycle.

  Thinking for two seconds, Chu Guang leaned down and stared into the eyes of the mercenary.

   "Let him out."

  Jerry stepped back nervously 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 lives at all."

  Chu Guang smiled lightly, took out a spike, and placed it lightly on his hand.

   That's a Gauss rifle--although it's a replica forged from pure steel.

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

  Chu Guang continued.

   "You go tell him."

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

   "Of course, if he's too frightened and wants to spend the rest of his life with this sanctuary, I can help him. For example, completely seal this place with twenty tons of cement."

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

   "Of course, if he's smarter, he will get out of the inside himself with his head in his hands, and explain who your employer is—"

   "I will spare him a dog's life."

  …

   Commander Pritt surrendered.

   When he saw the spikes in Jerry's hand through the camera, he made a choice between surrender and defending without much effort.

  There is no need to hesitate at all.

   This kind of abandoned shelter, the reactor has long been turned off, and the cold fusion battery plugged into the backup power supply is barely enough to light and open the door, not enough to keep him here.

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

   For a week at most, he would have to die of starvation or thirst in it.

   He is just a mercenary who does things with money, but there is no such thing as a "coexistence and death with entrustment" mentality.

   The gate of the sanctuary slowly opened.

   Leaving the weapon at the door of the buffer room, Pritt, who held his head in his hands, walked out of the gate of the shelter under the watchful eyes of the players.

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

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

   "It depends on your honesty," Chu Guang looked at him and continued, "Tell me, who is your employer?"

  Pritt glanced at the surrounding survivors, swallowed and said.

"My lord, we are just mercenaries who work hard for money, and we are not qualified to meet our employer. The middleman who sent us the task is called 'White Shark', including the advance payment and the magnetic card of Vault 117, which he gave us. …”

White Shark?

  Chu Guang looked at him and continued.

   "What is your commission?"

Pritt: "The employer commissioned us to find a black suitcase, which is said to be in the office of the administrator of Vault 117. In addition, the employer also mentioned that there is a power armor here, which is said to be the personal possession of the administrator of this vault. Collection. But the middleman told me that the employer is not sure if it is still here, but only mentioned that if you see that thing, remember to bring it with you, he will give us an extra reward.”

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

  Pritt swallowed and said: "I think so too... I feel that he may be the person from Vault 117, but I haven't seen him, and I'm not even sure if he is in Boulder City."

  Chu Guang looked at him and continued to ask.

   "Where to find that white shark."

"The Pirate's Bay Tavern in Boulder City, he is the boss there, and many mercenaries are there to pick up the work." Pritt, who was worried that Chu Guang would be dissatisfied with his answer and wanted to live, continued with a nervous expression, " My lord, we really don't know who the employer is... but if you want to chat with White Shark, I can do it for you."

  Chu Guang smiled lightly.

   "Of course I'll find him."

   Guessing that he couldn't ask anything crucial from this guy's mouth, Chu Guang asked him to roll over beside the other prisoners, and squatted against the wall with their heads together with the other three prisoners of war.

   Counting the sniper found by the Niuma team, the Black Snake Mercenary Group had a total of thirteen mercenaries, and only four were captured.

  Others were either killed by gunfire, or before they had time to surrender, they were stabbed into funnels by players with bayonets in hand-to-hand combat.

   As for the players, not counting those Mengxin who died in the sneak attack, there were 17 casualties. Compared to the base of 500 players, this number is not too bad.

After the battle of the    Legion, the outpost will not be short of active substances for a short time, and these little players who died in action will be heroes again three days later.

  Chu Guang will deal with these captives later.

   As for now, of course, counting the spoils is more important.

   Just as the manager was walking in the direction of Vault 117, the players guarding the door received a notification that the mission was completed at almost the same time.

   "Giao! Si! Look at VM!" Holding the tail of the iron barrel rifle, he excitedly shook his arms and said, "37 silver! We have made a fortune!"

   "Huh? I got it too," Sisi looked at the VM with a surprised face, "It turns out that as long as you participate, you have a share, but why do I only have 21 silver..."

   "It must be because Sisi doesn't have a tail to rush fast!"

   glanced at the smug tail, and Sisi stroked his chin thoughtfully.

   "Well, maybe... it's really possible because of this."

the other side.

   Lao Bai, who was wearing heavy armor, walked towards the other three of the Niu Ma team and said excitedly to his good friends.

   "It's so cool! That hammer is invincible! Once the shield wall is opened, no matter whether it's a machine gun or a rifle, no bullets can penetrate!"

   "After all, it is the weapon of the manager," Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, smiled and said, "Old Bai's armor is worth buying."

   "Hey, if only I could buy it!"

"Don't think about it, that kind of weapon that destroys balance, even if you can buy 80% of it, it's ridiculously expensive," casually replied Lao Bai, staring at the VM's Fang Chang, and said thoughtfully, "Speaking of the settlement of this mission, Very fast, I actually have 111 silver here."

   "It's already settled? How fast... I'm relying on it! Why is my side worth 144 silver!" Looking at the numbers that popped up in the VM, Ye Shi's eyes went straight.

   Gufeng tried to analyze: "Maybe it's because you killed one with a sniper rifle? I'm 107 silver, about the same as Fang Chang."

   Fang Chang nodded thoughtfully and said.

"It should be, you click on the settlement list on the completed quest page, which details the source of each quest reward. The rewards I can see here have two parts, one is the reward quest reward, and the other is the reward. It's a battlefield mission reward."

"For example, for the sniper we killed before, the bounty and contribution points are 25% of each person, which is included in the bounty task. At the same time, the sniper, as a high-threat target, also provided us with a 50-point battlefield score. , counted in the battlefield mission."

   Ye Shi's face was suddenly filled with surprise: "I see... But what about the few elite elite monsters that were killed later? It's hard to tell who killed them."

Fang Chang: "Yes, so the few red-name elite monsters killed in the team battle are all included in the total revenue of the battlefield quest, and divided according to the battlefield score. For example, you can see your bounty quest rewards, and we all It's the same, but the battlefield score is slightly higher than ours, so the benefits are also a bit higher than ours."

  The total revenue of battlefield missions includes many kinds, mainly calculated according to the loot and the difficulty of the battle. Although "Wasteland OL" does not disclose the specific calculation formula of battlefield revenue, players can still clearly feel the difference.

   For example, at the most basic level, the contribution point income of defensive battles is higher than that of offensive battles, and the silver coin income of offensive battles is higher than that of defensive battles. The benefits of fighting legions are higher than those of predators, and the benefits of beating people are higher than those of aliens.

  Old Bai said with a look of surprise: "I'm 171 silver... cattle batch! Just opened the shield in front of me, and actually gave me 50 battlefield points!"

   Listening to the discussion of the bull and horse team, the surrounding players all looked envious.

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

   Looking at the VM on his arm, Mosquito couldn't help cursing.

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

   Among them, 100 silver was contributed by prisoners!

  The Mole standing next to him said calmly: "It's normal, after all, we really don't have much participation except picking up heads... But the good news is that I received a pop-up window for the completion of the task."

   The task mentioned here obviously refers not to the bounty task that everyone has, but the task of opening the passage from the subway station to Vault 117.

   Hearing Mole's words, Mosquito, who was still complaining before, instantly lit up: "Damn it! Old man is awesome! The reward has arrived!?"

   "The account has arrived. According to the agreement, you are four and I will be six. I will divide you now."

   said, Mole stretched out his index finger and tapped the VM twice, and generously gave Mosquito 480 silver from the 1200 silver coins he just got.

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

   Looking at the 480 sterling silver, Mosquito was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

   "Cool! Hahaha, made a fortune!"

   Zhang Hai, who was holding his **** to stop the bleeding, couldn't help but leaned over and asked, "Just ask if you don't understand, is there a reward if you don't have a VM? How do you see the reward?"

   Mosquito gave him a sideways glance.

   "There's a fart, why do you have DPS!"

   Mole also laughed.

   "Don't think about it, brother, I haven't received the quest, and there is a woolen reward. This quest was not done by newcomers, so you should follow the experience."

  Zhang Hai: "Hey, you're cold! Newcomers don't have human rights!"

Patting him on the shoulder, Mole said earnestly: "Be content, everyone comes here like this, not to mention that we had to move bricks and chop down trees to save money at that time. Listen to my advice, quickly save money and buy one. VM."

   Zhang Hai: "%￥#@!"

   The players at the entrance of the Refuge were still noisy. Chu Guang had already passed through the open alloy giant door, took a wrench and another guard, and stepped into the interior of Vault 117.

   Stepping on the concrete floor tiles, the soles made a creaking sound.

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

  Although the possibility of encountering danger is very small, Chu Guang still held the warhammer in his hand just in case. So far, he has not encountered energy weapons. The common damage in wasteland is mainly kinetic energy, and the interception effect of nitrogen shields on low-quality projectiles is almost absolute.

   Picked up a flyer for Vault 117 from the ground, Chu Guang turned to the back, where a schematic diagram of the structure of the Vault was drawn.

   "Vault 117 has only three floors..."

   And the area is much smaller than Vault 404!

  According to the propaganda on the flyer, the reasonable number of people sheltered here is between 100 and 200 people, and shelter No. 404 has a total of 600 rooms in the three sub-districts of BCD on the B2 floor.

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

   The individual single 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 Vault 404, they are much stronger.

  If you want to live here, I'm afraid you have to spend a lot of money!

   The entrance of the Refuge is opposite to the preparation room. The layout here is similar to Vault 404, with a large number of vertical cabinets lined up.

  Chu Guang opened the cabinet and found that in addition to protective clothing and gas masks, there were also a lot of police equipment.

However, most of these police equipment are mainly batons, shields, anti-riot forks, stun guns and bulletproof vests, and no automatic weapons or pre-war police pistols have been seen, let alone this set of "light cavalry"5 police exoskeleton.

  Chu Guang checked the quality of the equipment.

  In addition to the battery of the stun gun is broken and can no longer be used, the quality of the body armor and shield is very good, and the police baton and anti-riot fork are not too much. It is impossible to see that these things have a history of more than two hundred years.

   "200 silver coins for the bulletproof vest should be more reasonable. If the shield...is cheaper, just sell it for 100 silver coins." Looking at the equipment in the preparation room, Chu Guang rubbed his chin and pondered.

   As for the baton and riot fork…

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

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

   After passing through the two gates of the buffer room, we officially entered the interior of the shelter.

   The reactors here have been turned off, leaving only a backup power source plugged in cold fusion batteries, allowing the sanctuary to barely maintain operation at minimum power. Facilities such as refrigerators and water purifiers have long been unable to start, and even lighting will only start when people are approaching.

   "Sir, I feel that the air condition here is a bit bad..." The wrench next to Chu Guang said cautiously, "Otherwise, leave the exploration to me later."

   "Don't worry, I know what to do."

  Chu Guang index pointed at the VM he was wearing on his arm. The oxygen level displayed on it was 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 a normal adult standing here will be fine.

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

  I didn’t take the elevator, I went through the safety passage next to the elevator to the B3 floor, the deepest part of Vault 117.

  Chu Guang clearly felt that the dust here was a little bit thicker than the first layer.

  The two who passed through the corridor successfully reached the door of the manager's office.

   The door here is tightly shut.

  Chu Guang stretched out his hand and groped for a while on the door. With a move in his heart, he took out a magnetic card and stuck it on it.

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

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

   "MMP, why are other managers so rich, I even have to build an office myself, it's not reasonable at all!"

  The simple decoration reveals a low-key luxury, and the display cabinets display the collections of the manager during his lifetime, including books and some decorations.

   However, these are not the point.

   The point is that the power armor with the streamlined armor shell, dark blue paint, and the black case leaning against the desk!

   That should be the suitcase mentioned by Dr. Principle!

   However, rather than a suitcase, Chu Guang felt that it was more appropriate to describe it as a suitcase. The size of this thing is not small, and it is as high as its own calf when placed horizontally.

   In addition, behind the desk, there is a skeleton wearing a blue coat. The skeleton's left elbow rests on the armrest of the chair, and VM has slid from his forearm to the joint.

The moment    met the VM device, a light blue pop-up window appeared in Chu Guang's field of vision——

【mission completed! 】

   (end of this chapter)