Chapter 390 "Orbit Drifting Bottle"

   "There will inevitably be sacrifices on the road to eternity, and you are not alone in giving your life."

  "You are a smart girl, but it's a pity that curiosity killed you. In the face of survival and truth, you chose the least important one."

   "Farewell, don't blame me."

   "Everything is by natural selection."

   "Before the arrival of the new world, sleep peacefully..."

   It will be a good dream.

  Although the process is a bit painful...

   Crows fell on the cracked and broken walls, and the setting sun elongated the rough and hoarse voice and the shadow of sharp claws.

  It stood in the middle of the street, looking at the twilight falling in the distance, muttering a bunch of words to comfort someone.

  The amber pupil shrank slightly, and the focused line of sight seemed to pass through the burning cloud and land somewhere outside the field of vision.

   After a long time, satisfied, it retracted its gaze from a distance.

  However, the moment it turned around and was about to leave, it met eyes with a group of people standing at the end of the street.

   It was a group of beggars in ragged clothes, holding iron chains in their hands, and carrying a rifle with a bayonet on their backs.

  The amber pupils stared at those people, the muzzle-like nostrils let out a snort, and the face of Death Claw was full of disdain.

  This group of lifeless ants...

   At the same time, the battlefield atmosphere team standing opposite had excitement written all over their faces, and they lowered their voices and shouted to the subordinates beside them.

   "Do as I said, throw the iron chain on it, no matter whether it hits or not, immediately run to the next building..."

   "Don't hesitate, if you hesitate, you will give it for nothing."

  Looking at the huge body rushing like a tank, the battlefield atmosphere group grasped the iron chain in their hands, roaring with high fighting spirit.

   "Ollie to the nigga—"

   "Just do it!"

  Although he didn't know what Ollie meant, Li Ba still shouted out his fear, cheering up every cell in his body that was trembling.

   "Aww!"

  …

  Just when the warlord who had just become a captain was leading his men to fight wits and courage with Death Claw, the official website forum in another world was also buzzing.

   "Vault No. 79 declassified information, the manager turned out to be the biggest villain? ! (I bought it with my life, give me a like and let’s go QAQ)》

  After going offline, Sisi compiled all the clues he collected from the "Experiment Log" in this post.

   "December 30, 2169, the fortieth year of the Wasteland Era is coming to an end. Although many things have happened this year, fortunately our experiments are still continuing."

"But on this particular day, I don't want to write too much about the experiment, I'm going to write something about 'us' in case I get Alzheimer's and forget our past .”

"...Refuge No. 79 was built in 2120, 5 years before the outbreak of the Doomsday War. This refuge is numbered T in the sequence of permanent fortifications of the People's Federation. It is a research refuge. Its function is not to shelter any residents, but to provide A special research facility reserved for extreme situations that may arise after the war."

"Based on unreliable assumptions about human nature, the idea of ​​a post-war reconstruction committee may fail, and our heritage may not be used to forge a new heaven, but instead become a tool for the few to exploit the many, or even to revive civilization resistance."

  “Assuming that our civilization goes back to the feudal age, or even earlier tribal times, what we need is not a steam engine or a heavy machine gun, but a king who can lead us through the darkness, from the wild to the new world.”

"He must be strong enough to gather all the great powers in one body, and it is best to have a nearly endless lifespan to accompany his people through the long river of time, so that the ideal will never fade. He will sacrifice after rebuilding Utopia and return everything to his people who trust in him.”

   "Although this is only an assumption based on assumptions, even if there is only a one in ten thousand possibility, we should try it when conditions permit."

   "Plan 79 came into being."

"As one of the tens of thousands of options for asylum, the goal here is to give birth to a 'manager' with perfect abilities and morals after 120 years of closure, who will lead his people on the surface rebuild our civilization."

   "A total of 100,000 researchers participated in the project. We entered the shelter in the first year of the war, and woke up from the shelter in the tenth winter after the war. We worked step by step under the guidance of the administrator."

"In the beginning, this plan went smoothly. Without the review and obstruction of the Science and Technology Ethics Committee, we quickly made staged progress. Unfortunately, in the fortieth year of the Wasteland Era, our plan finally ended. There was still an accident."

"The Ice Age is coming to an end, and it is expected to end completely in ten years, which is half a century earlier than the results of computer calculations. It coincides with the death of the first generation of managers and the transition from the old to the new. Not only the new generation of residents are concerned about the 'plan' Doubts have arisen about the correctness of the project, and even those of us who first entered the shelter have debated whether to proceed with this plan."

"According to the plan, we elected a second manager from the new generation of residents and handed over the power to choose the future to him. However, surprisingly, as an opponent of Plan 79, this courageous The young leader, after only a few months of getting the sanctuary permission, changed his previous attitude and became a staunch supporter of Plan 79."

"More than that, he adopted a more radical experimental strategy, requiring us to no longer stick to the form of life and the means of experimentation. A large number of cloned humans have been put into experiments. For the sake of efficiency, we have even improved the genes of the cloned humans. , resulting in distinct sub-races."

   "I vaguely feel that this is inappropriate, but it seems too late to say this now..."

   "On June 11, 2178, it seemed to clear up outside, and the **** snow finally stopped!"

   "June 29, 2178, he must be crazy..."

"On July 8, 2178, many people died because of that crazy plan. I will probably die soon, but there is no sadness in my heart. Even if those things didn't happen, my life would be close to exhaustion And we did everything we could, even if not everything we did, until the last moment came."

   "Perhaps, as he said, everything is natural selection."

   "I hope that the next time I wake up, our world will have a new look, and I will have the honor to look at the new heaven after being reborn..."

   "The above is just the perspective of an ordinary researcher."

"The logs displayed in the VM are machine-turned versions. I roughly sorted them out. The key information should be those logs from June to July 2178. After that, I will move the original texts to the forum one after another. If there are any missing clues Help me find it."

  The post was less than three minutes old.

  The replies in the comment area immediately covered hundreds of floors, and both players and cloud players were talking about it.

   But there are only a few nutritious replies.

  Roshan Damomo: "We thought you got lost, you walked around that building for a long time."

  Aoao sesame paste: "...this is too scary."

  Tail: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

  Mole on the run in the canyon: "It's useless, the administrator's authority in the shelter is absolute, even if you successfully bring the fire tools in... anyway, I don't believe there is no fire extinguisher there. (Squint eyes

Tail:"!!"

  Siss: "Well, I think so too. It's pointless to expose yourself now. It's better to pretend nothing happened and give it a surprise in the end."

  The most unreal part of this game is probably the ability to be "off the field".

  Although the NPCs are playing their roles with great care, it's a pity that they don't know that there is such a thing as a "game forum" in another world.

  That Yong family would never have imagined that the secret he was willing to keep to himself had been completely leaked...

   Edge paddling: "The known clues so far are that the ultimate goal of Vault 79 is to cultivate a morally perfect and eternal life king? But in the end, due to various reasons, the experiment went astray?"

  Yuya: "It's okay to say how long life is... Morality is perfect. _(:з"∠

  Irena: "The 'Philosopher King' in Plato's writings? (funny

  Drawing on the edge: "So the experiment failed."

  Fang Chang: "It doesn't mean you will fail, you should remember how many years it is now. (Squint eyes

   Edge paddling: "2341."

  Drawing water on the edge: "Hey, wait! If that Yong is the second manager mentioned in the experiment log, doesn't it mean that the experiment has been successful?!"

  Fang Chang: "This possibility is very high. Compared to the serum with unknown function, I suggest you find the manager of Vault 79."

  Aoao sesame paste: "But, the administrator's authority in the refuge is absolute, even if we find him... we can't do anything to him, right?"

  Fang Chang: "That 'Yongshi' may not be in the refuge. Otherwise, why didn't he go get the serum himself, but pin his hopes on a group of outsiders full of uncertainties?"

  Aoao Sesame Paste: "That's right...the administrator's control over the shelter is absolute. He must have a reason why he can't return to the shelter, so he needs help from outsiders."

  Tail: "Whoa! I see!!!!∑(Дノ)ノ"

  Siss: "emmm...Although I think so too, I still suggest to use the plan and get the serum first."

  Fang Chang: "Well, of course this is also an option, but you must be careful not to let that person **** the serum away...that is the only bargaining chip in your hands."

  Drawing on the edge: "Haha, you can rest assured! We have more than a hundred awakened people stationed here, and it is impossible to be stolen! (Show teeth

  Sisi: "I'm scared when you stand with this flag. (Squint eyes

  Big Eyes in Debt: "But who would that Yongshi be?"

  Makabazi: "Listening to your discussions, I feel that the residents of Xiangling Town are all suspect... Was that radio found in the library?"

   While the players were discussing in a hurry, Junk Jun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly appeared in the comment area.

   "Actually, I was wondering just now, is there a possibility..."

   "That guy, is he not human at all?"

  …

  The night was deep.

   In the wilderness 70 kilometers away from Qingquan City, 25 heavily armed soldiers are advancing along the deserted road.

  This used to be a small town, but now it has been abandoned, with several broken concrete roads on both sides, full of collapsed houses and construction waste.

  The nearest survivor settlement here is Garbage City, with a population of about a few hundred thousand, but this has nothing to do with the goal of their trip today.

  The abandoned research institute hidden in the small town is the goal of their trip today.

   stopped.

  Old Bai glanced at the research institute in front of him from a distance, and said jokingly comparing the photos on the VM screen.

   "It's nothing like it was two centuries ago."

A wooden fence smeared with blood and minced meat surrounded the institute's walls. Fist-sized mutated flies flew around the sharp ends of the wooden stakes, making buzzing noises. Rats hiding in the corners gnawed at the leftovers. The leftovers that fell were cold, and he looked up at the wall from time to time.

   Not even a marauder would ever leave his lair so filthy that he would be surrounded by plague and rot.

  The creatures living here are obviously not humans, but something else...

"Mutant."

   With his eyes closed tightly, three words suddenly popped out of his mouth.

  The quadrotor drone he controlled through the neural access device has already flown over the research institute, and synchronized the aerial images to the VMs of every team member nearby.

  On the roof of the research institute, two mutants as strong as calves with dark green skin were standing next to the guardrail.

  Beside them was a flaming tin bucket, holding the leg meat of an unknown animal in their hands, and they were chatting in rough voices while eating.

  Na Rumao drank blood, just like the green-skinned orc in the medieval Warhammer.

  Everything here is exactly the same as the mutant tribes that players encountered in the early version.

  The difference is that the mutant is still the same mutant, and the player standing here is no longer the cute newcomer.

   "Mutant, then there is nothing to say," Ye Shi loaded the sniper rifle in his hand, pushed in an anti-material armor-piercing incendiary bomb, and said with a smile, "Let's do it directly."

  If it is a place where survivors live, you have to identify the identity of the other party and decide whether to adopt a strategy of negotiation or expulsion.

   But with mutants, these problems don't exist.

   Sending these beasts to **** is what they should do.

  Old Bai looked at the wind seriously.

   "Number of people, location."

"Two on the roof, one in the corner on the west side, two in the garage on the north side, one standing next to the oil drum, and three next to the window on the second floor... that's all I can see." The gust of consciousness and the drone, Calmly reported the point, and marked the target on the vm map with red dots.

  After confirming the enemy's intelligence, Lao Bai made a gesture neatly.

  After receiving the order, the players following him immediately divided into three teams.

  A group of people was led by Ye Shi to the high **** on the west side of the research institute, a group of people moved to the left side of the main entrance of the research institute, and the rest were led by him personally, rushing towards the main entrance of the research institute.

  The mutants have good eyesight, and the beast's intuition allows them to quickly detect abnormalities in the dark.

  However, when they realized that disaster was imminent, it was too late.

   "Fire!"

   Following Lao Bai's order, a series of "bang bang bang" explosions came from the west side of the research institute.

  Six "heavy cavalry guns" spewed out flames at the same time, and six thick and long tracers shot towards the top floor of the research institute like lightning, completely tearing the silence of the night.

   In front of the 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb, the mutant's muscular body was like a piece of paper, either being pierced through on the spot, or the bullet was embedded in the flesh.

  The hot magnesium-aluminum alloy sprayed sparks, roasting the flesh into coke, the mutant rolling on the ground screamed, and his dark green face twisted into a ball in pain.

   Without the slightest mercy, let alone the slightest mercy, Lao Bai led his team into the research institute quickly, and the assault rifle in his hand burst into flames, smashing the mutants who tried to rush up to fight them desperately.

   After breaking through the first line of defense, the players waiting on the left side of the door followed and rushed into the research institute. They made a detour and went straight to the rear of the research institute, cleaning every inch of the corner between the wall and the main building of the research institute.

  From time to time, there were gunshots like gunfire from the west side, using large-caliber armor-piercing incendiary bombs to tear the mutants who were trying to fight back near the window to pieces.

   There was no suspense in the battle, and it quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.

  Although they have a strong body and passable iron-pipe rifles and axes, these mutants are obviously not the opponents of these "veterans" who have experienced many battles.

  In less than 20 minutes, the elites of the Burning Corps cleared out all the mutants in the entire research institute, and rescued more than a dozen prisoners who were held in the basement and had not had time to be "eaten".

   These people include men and women. The oldest is over 30 years old, and the youngest is probably only 10 years old.

   Judging from their clothes, some of them look like businessmen, and some look like villagers in nearby settlements.

  When they were first rescued, they were huddled in the corner of the room, and there was no light in their godless eyes. Although they were still alive, they were no different from being dead.

   It wasn't until the shackles were released that a sliver of life came back to those dull eyes.

   "...It's okay, the mutants here have been emptied by us, and you are safe."

   "Thank you...thank you guys!"

  A survivor just got up from the ground, and tremblingly wanted to kneel down, but Lao Bai stretched out his hand to support him.

   "Don't thank us, we are soldiers of the alliance. If you have nowhere to go, you might as well go straight east to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, and the people there will take you in."

   Although his human language is not very good.

   But he has already memorized this line.

   "Alliance..." The survivor had a blank expression on his face, but he chewed the word repeatedly, as if he wanted to write it down.

"That's right," Lao Bai continued, giving the man an encouraging smile, "We are trying to build a society there that is different from other places. If you are fed up with the life in the wasteland, you can try it there. "

   After sending the group of survivors out of the door, he returned to the institute.

  Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes looked at him, laughed and joked.

   "Yes, the first image ambassador of the alliance."

  Old Bai said with a smile.

   "You don't understand, this is called saving character."

  The manager is always watching over every one of his residents. Loyal behavior can increase the probability of equipment explosion and triggering hidden tasks.

  Although there is no conclusive evidence to prove this rumor, there is no harm in believing it.

  Many residents of the alliance have received their favor, and those people regard them as heroes.

  The NPCs in this game are quite different from other open world games. Even if you didn’t save the world, but just did a small good deed, the NPCs will remember it for a long time.

  Those people will really thank you.

  Smoking Quit asked curiously: "How far are you from 100,000 contribution points?"

  Old Bai: "When this task is finished, it should be almost done."

   "Awesome!" Ye Shi gave a thumbs up, and said with emotion, "Everyone is doing the same task, how come your contribution point has risen so fast."

  Old Bai smiled embarrassedly.

   "It may add up to a lot."

  Scrambled eggs with tomatoes: "Brother, give me a touch when you change the power armor, hehe."

   "Okay, do you want me to take it off for you to touch, or wear it for you to touch."

  Smoking Quit looked at Lao Bai with a surprised face, as if he had discovered a new world.

   "Fuck, when did you act like Ye Shi!"

   "I was shot when I was lying down," Ye Shi rolled his eyes, and said urgently, "Stop talking nonsense and do the task quickly."

   They parachuted all the way here, not for tourism.

   A group of people split up.

   A group of people went to the laser launch unit of the research institute and physically opened the rusted launch hatch.

   Another wave of people went to the control room on the third floor of the research institute.

  Fortunately, the backup generator here actually has a surplus of electricity, so they don't need to prepare a generator to charge the capacitor of the laser emitting unit.

   Lao Bai walked to the console, opened the VM screen, and checked the current task.

  【Mission: Track Drift Bottle】

  [Introduction: Our war with the legion has reached a stalemate. Although we have successfully made them think that they are fighting with the enterprise, it is hard to say how long this blindfold will last. We need support from the East Coast, and first we need to let them know that their old friend is in trouble. In a hurry, we have to dismantle a satellite. 】

  【Requirement: Activate the laser emission unit of the research institute, get in touch with the scientific research satellite in the synchronous orbit directly above, and complete the data transmission. 】

  The method of starting the laser emission unit is already listed under the task bar.

  All they need to do is plug the data port into the console and place the communication balloon.

  The rest can be operated remotely by the NPC in the shelter.

  Looking at Lao Bai who plugged the data interface into the console, Ye Shi who was standing aside asked curiously.

   "Is this using the satellite as a drifting bottle?"

   This is too extravagant.

  Guang Feng stared at the console screen for a while, then suddenly said: "Actually, I'm more curious about how to get in touch with the satellite in the synchronous orbit through the laser."

  This technology is a bit outrageous.

   But compared with controllable nuclear fusion, it seems that it is not unacceptable?

  Old Bai didn’t think too much about it, he said with a smile.

   "Never mind him, who knows what will happen more than 100 years later, you can't expect Brother Guang to make one for you in reality."

  Guangfeng's expression became a little subtle.

  99.99…% real virtual reality games, and laser communication technology that spans 36,000 kilometers, it’s really hard to say which is more difficult to achieve.

   The reading in the console screen is complete.

  The launching device in the center of the research institute suddenly emitted a beam of light as thick as an arm.

   It's hard to tell what color that light is. Its color is as erratic as his existence itself, with pale red and lavender outlines appearing and disappearing.

  The beam of light pierced through the clouds and pierced into the boundless deep space.

   Move to the roof of the research institute.

  Guang Feng looked up at the looming light in the sky, and muttered.

   "...If I were a member of the Legion, I would definitely have a shot here."

  Old Bai smiled and said: "What are you thinking, this place is more than 200 kilometers away from that airship, what kind of shells can go so far?"

  200 kilometers.

   That's a tactical missile.

  I heard that Goblin Technology is researching short-range missiles, but I don't know what's going on.

   That guy Mosquito didn't have a single reliable word out of his mouth, no matter how many times he asked, he was too fast.

  Although there are elements of necessity, but one thing to say, the technology tree of the new alliance is really crooked enough.

"…makes sense."

  Guangfeng nodded thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on the beam of light, but he was thinking about other things in his heart.

  Under the effect of the Tyndall effect, the beam of light can be seen from a long distance.

   Was it the same 200 years ago?

   Or it is because the equipment has been in disrepair for a long time and the output power is unstable, which leads to such obvious scattering and clutter.

  However, only people who lived 200 years ago knew what happened 200 years ago...

   "The signal transmission is complete...confirm that the satellite is leaving the channel." After confirming the progress of the mission through vm, Lao Bai stretched out his hand and pressed it on the headset, and cut to the team member to repeat the command.

  Ye Shi asked curiously.

   "Can you see a shooting star in a while?"

   "Maybe you can see it on the east coast. We think it's not enough here..." Lao Bai smiled, reached out to pick up the rifle that was leaning aside, and patted his teammate on the shoulder, "The mission is completed, we should withdraw."

   I heard that the scientific expedition team retrieved a lot of interesting things from the data they recovered.

   When I go back, I will inquire about it by the way.

  …

  At the same time, the Heart of Steel boarded.

  General McClenn, who was standing on the bridge, was listening to his subordinates' reports.

  The prey that he has been thinking about is still hiding in the urban area of ​​Ruigu City.

   But thankfully, his dull minions are finally making a little progress.

  With the help of an experienced local hunter, they successfully hung two iron chains on the death claw.

   This is certainly not enough to hurt the Deathclaw, but it is enough to cause it a lot of trouble.

  According to the hunter, those chains would be like spear guns on a whale, and the beast's claws were too long to get it off by itself.

  As long as enough garbage is wrapped around it, its movement is restricted, so that it cannot catch prey and is exhausted. Sooner or later, it will fall to the ground exhausted and let them slaughter it.

  Through continuous offensives, weaken opponents who are far stronger than oneself, and finally concentrate on one fatal move.

  This theory seems to work not only for hunting, but also on the battlefield.

  General McLennan suddenly became curious about the native hunter.

   Right at this moment, a faint reddish light suddenly came through the French window directly in front of him.

  Catching that abnormality from the corner of the eye, General McClenn narrowed his eyes.

  However, when he looked carefully, it was pitch black outside the window, and he couldn't see anything.

   "Did you see that light?"

  Hearing General McLennan's voice, the adjutant standing next to him froze for a moment, with a dazed look on his face.

"Light…?"

   Glancing at the bewildered expression on the adjutant's face, General McClenn looked away.

"…nothing."

  Maybe it's an illusion.

  For some reason, he always had a bad premonition in his heart.

   It seemed that some conspiracy was brewing in a place beyond his sight...

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(Thanks to the leaders of "I wish a thousand cities would be black and white", "The stars are so varied and changeable", "[Anonymous]", "KAWABUNGA", and "Joy to the sky" for their rewards! More than 20 leaders were raised yesterday, I am flattered. The space at the end of the chapter is limited, I will try my best to code, and I will thank you in the chapters tomorrow and the day after tomorrow! Big guys are awesome!)

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