Chapter 550 The "broken" giant stone military industry

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  【Official Setting Collection-Survivor Force-"Big Rock City" entry update: "Two Hundred Years of Building"】

  【Introduction: This book is written by the former president of the Boulder City Bank, Malvern, and describes in detail the two hundred years of the Boulder Building from becoming a lighthouse in the south of the River Valley Province to its final collapse. 】

  【Text: (under preparation, stay tuned...)】

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   "...This is the ledger I sorted out from the financial data of the Boulder City Bank. It records every large expenditure of inner city residents in the past ten years and the traceable whereabouts of funds."

   Jushi City City Hall, reception room.

  It has been a week since the collapse of the Jushi Building, and the work of the crisis office has gradually returned to the right track from the initial rush.

  Alisa held a thick account book in both hands, solemnly handed it to Chu Guang, and gave a simple explanation.

   This is their second meeting.

  She is still wearing the cotton dress she wore when we first met, with a cute fishbone hairpin pinned to her head.

  In just two months, she seemed to have matured into a teenager, from a crying little girl to an adult who understood responsibility and obligation.

   This is the most amazing thing.

  Looking at the generous Alisa, Chu Guang couldn't help wondering for a while while feeling relieved.

  They are all about the same age, why is that kid Lu Bei still the same as last year?

   Nothing changed at all.

   Sure enough, if you want to improve your experience, you still have to stock up...

   While Chu Guang was looking at Alisa approvingly, Alisa was also secretly looking at the manager of the alliance.

  The residents of the refuge are all handsome and beautiful, which is not surprising.

  I heard that many boys fell in love with the girl who cooks porridge for them every day, and some blue coats who help deliver goods and move things are also very popular among the female workers of the union union.

  It's just that the residents of Vault 404 have a unique temperament, sometimes people don't know how to get along and communicate with them.

  To be more specific, it might be "optimism regardless of the occasion".

  In addition, they have their own unique language, and they communicate loudly with incomprehensible content, which makes some of their strange behaviors even more difficult to understand.

   Their managers, however, are quite different.

  How to describe it?

  If those blue coats are the sun floating in the morning, then he feels like the sun shining on the ground to her. Just looking at it, her shoulders and heart can't help but feel warm, without being too hot and dazzling.

  Cheeks were flushed by the warm sun, and Alisa couldn't help but look forward to it.

  Will he praise her?

   "Good job."

  Chu Guang turned over the ledger, and then handed it over to Xiaoyu who was standing aside.

   "I leave the verification work to you."

   Pai discovered Xiaoyu's talent in spatial imagination and calculation ability a long time ago, and Chu Guang discovered her sensitivity to numbers earlier, so he arranged for her to help players count money and keep accounts.

   Now she is not only talented, but also has mastered a lot of mathematical tools and calculation methods. The work of checking the books is just a trivial matter for her, and it will probably be done in a few days.

  However, with Xiaoyu's stubborn and earnest character, she will do it seriously even if it is such a trivial matter as counting silver coins.

   "Hmm! Leave it to Xiaoyu!"

  Xiaoyu nodded earnestly, took over the thick ledger with both hands, and Pai, who was standing next to her, raised the corners of her mouth triumphantly.

   "Don't worry! My little fish is super powerful! It will definitely be done beautifully!"

  The little fish who was praised also happily raised the corners of his lips.

  But she seemed to have thought of something soon, frowned slightly, looked at Pai and corrected her.

   "Xiaoyu doesn't belong to you, if you have to say it belongs to Brother Chu."

   Unable to bear the serious gaze, Pai shrank his neck and muttered aggrievedly.

   "I'm just... just kidding, why are you so serious."

  Chu Guang coughed lightly.

   "Don't say that, you belong to yourself."

   "Yeah," Xiaoyu shook his head, then looked at Chu Guang seriously, "Father has already entrusted Xiaoyu to Brother Chu."

   Pai: "???"

  Chu Guang: "...?"

   Damn it!

   How long ago was this? !

   Seeing Pai staring straight at him, Chu Guang subtly shifted his gaze.

   "That happened last winter... Don't look at me like that, it's not the kind of entrustment you think, just ask me to take good care of her, thank you."

  He felt that he took good care of him, and he did not disappoint the trust of the old man.

   Seeing that Chu Guang didn't look like he was joking, Pai heaved a sigh of relief and patted his neckline.

   "I'll just say... It scared the **** out of me."

  Chu Guang: "..."

  Although it wasn't what she thought, this "scared to death" still made him a little upset.

  Damn you, tell me, what's so scary about you?

  Looking at the two whispering to each other, Xiaoyu frowned in dissatisfaction and muttered softly.

   "What are you talking about, Xiaoyu has already said—"

   "Okay, okay," Pai sloppily covered her mouth, and fooled the matter with a playful smile, "Stop talking, you know, you know."

  Growing up in that small place on Beit Street, it's normal to know nothing.

  Anyway, she is not young anymore, maybe she will understand when she is a little older.

  Chu Guang heaved a sigh of relief.

  Although he also grew up in a small place, after all, Camp 101 is more advanced than the place on Beit Street, and Pai is under the care of Dr. Method, so he is still much more sensible than Xiaoyu after all.

  Looking at the laughing Pai and the unilaterally suppressed Xiaoyu, Alisa's expression was slightly dull, and a hint of disappointment floated in her bright eyes.

   Just "nice job"?

   Feeling a little unwilling, she couldn't help opening her mouth.

"that…"

  Hearing the voice from the side, Chu Guang looked in Alisa's direction.

  Seeing that she had something to say, he smiled and said.

"What's matter?"

   Looking away embarrassedly, Alyssa whispered.

   "...Can you praise me again?"

  The air in the room became quiet for a while.

   Pai, who hugged Xiaoyu from behind, took advantage of the fire and poked Xiaoyu's bulging cheeks. Chu Guang looked dumbly at Alisa, who looked expectant, and saw that face getting redder because of the quiet air.

   thought for a moment.

  Chu Guang got up and walked to the window of the office, looking over the frosted window sill to the settlement that was returning to normal.

   "You have done a great thing, so great that I don't want you to take another risk, so I will hesitate to give you this medal."

   After a pause, he looked back at Alisa.

   "But at this moment, I suddenly felt that I should not hesitate on this matter. I should be praised for doing the right thing, otherwise it would be a failure of courage."

"You have done a good job, including me, the survivors inside and outside the giant wall will be proud of your bravery. I also sincerely hope that you will continue to work hard in the future to make this settlement more prosperous than ever, and let People will not regret today's pride and choice."

  The sun just crossed the frosted window sill, and shone on Alisa's face through the misty window.

  Bright eyes shone with the light of the lake, just like the circles of ripples that wrinkled the surface of the lake in early spring.

"Thanks!"

  Chu Guang smiled.

   "It's me who should say thank you, and I will have to trouble you to help Xiaoyu complete the verification work later."

  With a bright smile on her face, Alisa nodded vigorously.

   "Hmm! Leave it to me!"

  …

  Time passed day by day, and soon it was the end of December.

  The first batch of prefabricated flats was officially completed on the day before New Year's Eve of the Alliance.

  Like the corn building east of Dawn City, these apartment buildings are prefabricated with concrete panels by the factory in Boulder City, and then transported to the construction site, they are erected like building blocks with a crane.

The newly completed community has a total of 30 buildings, each with six floors, and each floor has ten single rooms plus two small public toilets, which can accommodate 1,800 households, while occupying an area less than one-third of the original shacks. A large amount of space can be used to plan roads and build public facilities.

   Not only that, every five buildings are also equipped with a public bathroom with a cement structure, which is convenient for residents in the community to wash.

   This kind of building with a uniform style soon became the most beautiful scenery near the Boulder City industrial area.

   It is not perfect, and it can even be said to have many shortcomings.

   For example, sound insulation problems, such as small apartment size, crowded living environment and so on.

  However, for the survivors of the wasteland, especially the workers living in the industrial area, these are not disadvantages at all.

  Compared to their original air-leaky shack, these cornhouses are much better!

  Days are always getting better day by day, and no one expects to live a prosperous life all at once.

  After the first apartment blocks were completed, the new authorities quickly delivered on their promises.

  These houses will be provided free of charge to survivors who have no houses, and the survivors whose original houses were demolished, as well as the construction team workers involved in the construction, will have the right to give priority to distribution.

  These young and middle-aged people themselves are also the labor force needed by the nearby industrial area, and most of them want to be closer to the place of work.

   At the same time that a number of apartment buildings were put into use, the underground passage between Boulder City and Dawn City also completed the preliminary cleaning work with the joint efforts of players and survivors.

  The hatching chambers lodged in dark corners were completely cleared, as well as those fruiting bodies wandering in the dark.

   Players even busted a cannibal tribe hiding in a tunnel, freeing a dozen survivors from their cages.

  With the completion of the cleanup work, the time to travel between Boulder City and Dawn City has been greatly shortened.

  Currently, the City Hall of Dawn City is studying and planning a ramp connected to the underground tunnel, so that Boulder City can be incorporated into the alliance's rail transportation system.

   Just recently, the alliance is also planning to change the original coal-burning train into an electric locomotive that is cheaper and more environmentally friendly.

  Two jobs happen to work together.

  Infrastructure construction continues in an orderly manner, and the crisis office is also actively transitioning to the new authority with the help of the alliance.

   First of all, the candidate for the city lord.

   Without any surprises, Lovett, the president of the Workers Association, was elected as the new city lord. After the broadcast official announced the voting results, the "Survivor Daily" also announced the results.

  His speech at the moment of the uprising inspired the survivors of the city, and a series of performances after the victory also showed that he was qualified for the position.

   To make a figurative but inappropriate metaphor, the positioning of the city lord and the head of the city hall is probably similar to that of the village party secretary and the village head.

  In terms of specific responsibilities, the former is mainly responsible for macro-level decision-making, signing important documents, and deciding what to do.

  The latter and other officials of the city hall are mainly responsible for specific municipal work, and more positions are filled by professionals who decide what to do.

  In addition, the city lord will supervise the work of the city hall, and the former's powers are endowed by the constitution and jointly supervised by the residents of Boulder City and the alliance.

  Lovitt promised that "resuming production in industrial areas and improving workers' treatment" will be the top priority for the next three years.

  If there are profiteers trying to violate the laws of the alliance, he will not only let them get out, but also kick them in the ass.

   Almost everyone in the union voted for him.

   Of course they knew Lovett was just a carpenter, but they didn't care. Even a less clever carpenter is better than a clever Mr. House. What's more, carpentry is not completely useless. He can not only read and write, but also do arithmetic and draw pictures.

  It doesn't matter if the city lord is not proficient in business, they are willing to wait.

  Sberger was not able to write fluent sentences for the first time. He also learned a little bit after reading newspapers for more than half a year.

  Looking at the performance of the Workers Association during the disaster, most citizens also voted for Lovett.

  After all, now is the time when the workers are most needed to shoulder the burden, and the other citizens really can't come up with a representative that everyone recognizes.

   The alliance has no objection to the answer sheet handed over by Boulder City.

  However, in order to appease the opinions of the "royalists" in the alliance and in Boulder City about orthodoxy, Chu Guang wrote a formal letter of appointment to Lovett after the voting.

  In his letter of appointment he wrote—

   "The Worker's News has called out the voice of progress. I hope you will live up to the trust of others and pass on the voice of progress."

   With this, the Crisis Office officially completes the transition to the new authority.

Although there is still a long way to go before people's lives get back on track, with the continuous start of factories, the first batch of airtight apartment buildings have been completed with the concerted efforts of everyone, and everyone has seen the dawn of a new life .

  The laws of the Union will be enforced here.

  Sweatshops and monolithic mansions are history.

  There is no doubt that everything will get better...

  …

   While the NPCs in Boulder City were busy running towards a new life, the players of the alliance were not idle either.

   It can even be said to be busier than usual...

   Jushi Military Building, Prosthetic Operating Room.

  Ibers stared at the 3D model on the tablet, scratched his chin with his index finger, and glanced at a certain guy who was lying on the operating table with his buttocks up.

   "Are you sure you want to wear this thing on your body?"

  Considering the fragility of the organism's life and the possible risks of the operation, he asked one last question out of professional ethics.

  However, the mosquito lying on the operating table didn't appreciate it, and said urgently.

   "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up! I paid for it!"

  This NPC talks a lot of nonsense!

   Right above the operating table are densely packed pipelines and appliances, in addition to welding torches and chainsaws, anyone with their backs to those things will feel scalp numb.

  Looking at the engineers and surgeons looking at each other, Ibbers scratched his head, finally put the tablet and professional ethics aside, and said happily.

   "Well, I respect your choice... After all, the customer's opinion comes first."

   This sentence seems to be said to some kind of confinement program on himself.

   After waiting for a while and seeing no response, Ibbers happily snapped his fingers, signaling the engineers and doctors in the operation to start working with the equipment.

  Before the anesthetic needle was poked down, Brother Mosquito rolled his eyes and left his body to go to another world.

  A burst of electric sparks flickered on the operating table.

   There was the sizzle of electricity for a while, and the creaking and sawing of bones for a while.

   Under the busy work of several construction workers, blood plasma was sprayed everywhere, and the operating room was filled with a burnt smell.

  Although the movement was a bit louder, the effect was not ambiguous at all.

  They cut a large section from the subject's spine and replaced it with a mechanical spine of alloy structure. After suturing the wound, they attached a mechanical hand to each of the eight interfaces.

  After the operation, the mosquito looks like an eight-legged spider with its legs curled up on its back.

   A few hours later, the anesthesia was completely over.

  The mosquito opened its eyes suddenly, without moving its limbs, the eight hands behind it fluttered first.

  Experiencing that weird feeling, he quickly climbed off the operating table, looked at the mirror handed by the chief surgeon, his face was full of frantic surprise.

   "Fuck! Awesome!"

  This skin is a fortress!

  The eight robotic hands are like his arms, they can move freely under the control of his thoughts, and they also have a sense of touch.

   "Hahahaha! I'm Doctor Octopus now!"

  Looking at the subject who was dancing excitedly, although Ibers couldn't understand what he was yelling, he kindly reminded him.

   "If you regret it, you can change it back. We have frozen your original spine. In addition, if you don't want to bleed heavily, please don't walk with the prosthetic body...I remind you again, this is a mechanical arm, not a mechanical leg."

   Didn't take his advice to heart at all, Mosquito picked up the backless padded jacket prepared in advance with a playful smile and put it on, and patted Ibbers on the shoulder with his mechanical hand.

   "Thank you, old iron! If it works, I will recommend it to those in need!"

   "Old iron? Old iron? Are you talking about me?" Ibbs touched his chin, raised his eyebrows with interest, and muttered "interesting name...".

  It really suits him.

   After all, his AI core has indeed been developed for some years.

   Although a nasty organism, these guys are kind of funny.

   At least a lot more interesting than those previous clients.

  Watching the shelter resident named [WC really has mosquitoes] leave the operating room ecstatically, Ebbers is also sincerely happy for him.

  He is also very satisfied with his new work.

   Just hope this not-so-intelligent organism doesn't cry for a few days.

  Picking up the tablet, Ibbers stretched out his index finger and swiped on it, muttering to himself.

   "I want to install a fist the size of a casserole. What is a casserole? The arm can launch a 'pigeon' missile... Tsk tsk, do these guys know how heavy that thing is?"

but-

   Feels a little interesting.

  Ibers had a happy smile on his face, put away the tablet in his hand, looked at the engineers and surgeons in the operating room, and cleared his throat.

   "Here comes a new job."

   Several engineers looked at each other with wry smiles.

   "Is there any problem with the eight robotic arms..."

   "I'm more worried that his head won't be able to carry it. At least he should install a heat sink for the cerebellum."

   "I'm afraid this is not just a problem of heat dissipation."

   "It's a pity... It would be great if there was a bionics chip."

  It is a good thing that life is back on track, but these engineers always feel that the weapons made by their factories are getting more and more wrong.

   Is it really okay to use those blue coats for "human experiments"?

   And it’s still an experiment at my own expense...

   It's not just a matter of guilty conscience, they always feel a little bit of conscience.

   But their android boss, Ibbs, doesn't think so.

  These shelter residents who "sincerely like his design" are much cuter than those picky guys!

   Sure enough, selling myself to that man was an extremely wise choice!

   "The customer's opinion is paramount! Tsk tsk... I think about it, installing the launch tube in the middle of the radius and ulna, and then making a fist as big as an iron pot, should be able to meet the customer's needs."

   "However, in this way, the weight of the arms may exceed the client's original weight, and the shoulder blades and spine must be replaced with stronger prostheses..."

   "Let me do the math, the quotation... 500,000 silver coins should be more reasonable!"

   The voice talking to himself became more and more excited, and the smile on Ebbers' face became more and more cheerful.

   It seems that at least in the next five years, he will not be bored anymore!

  At this moment, an assistant drone floated in and hovered behind him. At the same time, an electronic sound with no ups and downs also came.

   "A new order from the Burning Corps."

  Ibers had a slightly surprised expression. He reached out to pick up the tablet, clicked on the list of the latest orders, and found the new order reported to him by the AI ​​assistant.

   "A full set of infantry equipment for mutants, including protective gear and weapons...the quantity is 500 sets, and the budget limit is 5 million silver coins."

  Detailed requirements are listed in the order.

   Of course, this is not a matter of fooling around with a few sets of body armor and rifles. They need a set of infantry equipment that can clean up mutants like watermelon and vegetables.

   Predictably, this is just the beginning.

  There must be other orders in the future!

  The index finger scratched his chin lightly, and Ibbers' electronic eyes shone with interest, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

   Of course, it wasn't just this mediocre order that interested him.

   It is the news revealed behind this order.

   "...the wave hasn't even started yet, are you already preparing for the extermination of the mutants in the south?"

interesting.

   His new client just keeps getting interesting!

  …

  After Boulder City was merged into the alliance, a bunch of NPC entries were added to the official website, among which Ibers from Boulder Military Industry is undoubtedly the most popular.

  Especially after seeing Brother Mosquito's octopus manipulator, many players' greedy eyes almost glowed green.

   But after seeing the expensive prosthetic body price, most people calmed down.

   Sure enough, private ordering is something only rich people can afford. They should wait for the technology to mature and buy relatively cheap mass-produced models.

  Goblin technology factory.

  Looking enviously at the eight arms on the mosquito's back, Quanjia stretched out his hand to touch it, and couldn't help but say.

   "...Your new equipment is awesome!"

  A few days ago, the mosquitoes said mysteriously that they were going to travel far away. They thought they were there for some reason, but it turned out that they were going to a neighbor for plastic surgery.

  Zhouhun couldn't help but utter a sour sentence.

   "It looks awesome, but I don't know what it's useful for."

  The mosquito with its nose up to the sky rolled its eyes at him.

   "You know a hammer! I have ten hands now! I can drive screws five times faster than you!"

  Zhouhun said with a smile.

   "Cut, I'll have something to use soon."

   Mosquito hadn't recovered yet, another disciple of his, Shashen, followed up and asked.

   "Just ask if you don't understand, won't it affect your real life?"

"It doesn't matter. You can't feel those eight arms after you take off the helmet..." The manipulator folded on the back scratched his head, and the mosquito thought for a while, then changed his mind, "Well, it doesn't have no effect at all, I always feel It’s inconvenient if something is missing.”

   It would be great if it could be set up in reality!

   Thinking of that scene, Mosquito grinned.

   Persuading the fight still had a salivating expression, staring intently at his eight mechanical arms, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

   "Damn it... I'll make one when I get rich!"

   Shashen continued to ask curiously.

   "I don't understand, keep asking, how much did you pay for it?"

  The mosquito raised the corners of its mouth proudly.

"400000."

   As soon as the voice fell, the four of them were shocked instantly.

   "Fuck!"

   "Crazy?! Just buy this thing for 400,000?!"

   "???"

   What shocked them even more was that this guy made so much money quietly, and he was already able to play around without feeling bad!

  Looking at the ignorance of these guys, the mosquito pouted.

   "Cut, I don't know the goods, I don't know the pattern! What do you mean I bought this thing for 400,000 yuan? After I buy it, I will slowly think about it and think about it thoroughly. Isn't it good for us to make one ourselves!"

   Persuading the fight, I couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

   "Tall! As expected of you!"

   But then again, how should I think about this thing?

  He works on drones, Chasing Soul works in chemical engineering, and Killing God repairs cars. Counting the deadly dude who doesn’t know what to do, none of them understand neural connections.

   And is there a similar technology in reality?

  Although there is a neural connection, it is not a thing of the same dimension as the outrageous black technology in the game, right? !

   At this moment, Duo Ming who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

   "I've been thinking about a question just now, you installed this thing... how will you fly the plane in the future?"

   It turns out that the W-2 is cheap enough, so I don’t feel bad if it falls.

   But this set of equipment is 400,000...

   Good guy!

   How many planes have been caught!

   Not only took their lives, but the other three people were stunned for a moment, and quickly came back to their senses, silently looking at their wronged boss.

   The air was eerily quiet for a while.

   Mosquito’s expression was first stunned, then bewildered, and finally covered his head with two iron claws as if he had been masked out of pain.

"Oh shit!"

   Sloppy!

  (end of this chapter)