This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 182: Powered armor! With black suitcase!

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"...This is the Voice of Boulder City. Now we are inserting a piece of news. The Black Snake Mercenary Group clashed with local survivors while performing a mission in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. Although Captain Pritt and his brothers They had an absolute advantage in both tactics and equipment, but unfortunately, they encountered a group of shameless people who bullied the minority."

"The mercenaries stationed near the subway station put up a heroic resistance, but were eventually overwhelmed by the sea of ​​people. At present, the entrance to the subway station has been controlled by the hillbillies in the northern suburbs, and Captain Pritt and the remaining people had to Retreat into the subway station and find other ways out."

"This radio station will continue to pay attention to the situation near Fa Yuen Street subway station. Let us pray for Captain Pritt for three seconds, hoping that he can come back alive."

Pray?

Does not exist.

For those who have lost money, not scolding these idiots for three days and three nights is a sign of bad words.

They are just twelve mercenaries, and they may not even care about their lives. No one cares about their lives except the bosses who hired them.

The gamblers in Boulder City only care about their own pockets. They wish that all the Sangmenxing who caused them to lose money would die outside, and it would be best if none of them came back.

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

It is rare for these gambling addicts to reach a consensus on the same thing. They would even be so bored that they would quarrel over something as obvious as "how many glasses of water were mixed with today's special beer."

"Damn it, give me your money back!"

“You can’t even defeat a group of beggars, what a disgrace to the mercenaries of Boulder City!”

"I seriously suspect that this is a scam colluded by that old **** Pritt and the Central Casino! Think about it carefully, what good things can be found in the northern suburbs? It is worth their special trip to fly there! It is not possible to rent a plane from the militia group Cheap!"

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

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

People's joys and sorrows are always different.

When the gamblers in Boulder City were cursing the twelve mercenaries of the Black Snake Mercenary Group, wishing that they would all be disemboweled by the barbarians, Jerry, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, Trembling and praying, these survivors would allow themselves a way out for the sake of surrender.

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

No one wants to die if they can live.

In the tunnel.

More than a dozen players were standing in front of a corpse, their faces red-faced.

"Gan! Whose head does this count for?"

"My first stab!"

"Obviously my knife is more deadly!"

"You can contribute, just give me the silver coins."

"Get out! We are all veteran players with VMs, so who the **** still lacks any contribution!"

Looking at the quarreling survivors, Jerry couldn't help but feel confused while trembling, and he didn't understand what they were arguing about.

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

"...by the way, is there another prisoner here?"

"You said that if he was killed, would it be counted as a kill?"

"The red name is gone, probably useless."

"Yes...and I remember it is written in the shelter resident manual that attacks on neutral NPCs will be sentenced to confinement according to the severity of the case, and attacks on NPCs with the highest friendliness will be sentenced to permanent deportation. His mark on the map is gray, probably Has the reward been completed after becoming a prisoner?"

"Where's the bounty? Which of you has received the bounty?"

"Emmm...maybe it will be settled later? After all, it was like this before."

Although Jerry had no idea what those people were discussing, the glances that glanced at him from time to time did make him feel a little creepy.

This feels like fish on the chopping board.

His life or death depends entirely on the thoughts of these people.

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

The ridiculously powerful war hammer hung on his back, but Jerry was sure that the person who blocked almost all their firepower just now was not him.

At the same time, Jerry clearly felt that the moment he appeared here, the survivors around him clearly showed respect, and even the voices whispering to each other 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 already entered..."

Chu Guang looked to 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 shelter - that iconic passage is ten centimeters long Thick gear-shaped alloy door.

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

Shelters with three-digit serial numbers are all "full-circulation" shelters, which can be completely physically cut off from the outside world by closing the door. As long as the energy from the thermonuclear fusion reactor continues, the shelter facility can continue to operate without any material exchange with the outside world.

Theoretically, if the people inside are determined not to come out and directly lock the door, no matter what the people outside do, it will be useless. Fire attacks and floods are child's play. This is a civil defense facility built to withstand strategic nuclear strikes. Its designers have long considered all possible scenarios including "suffering a million-ton nuclear strike."

But——

Vault 117 has obviously been abandoned for many years. The reactor inside has stopped operating long ago. It is okay to open the door with the backup power supply. It is a no-brainer to expect a complete cycle.

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

"Let him out."

Jerry nervously moved back an inch.

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

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

That is the bullet of the Gauss rifle - although it is a replica made of pure steel.

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

Chu Guang continued.

"Go tell him."

"If he expects to get out of here with a suit of power armor, I'll show him the price of stupidity."

"Of course, if he is scared out of his wits and plans to live in this shelter for the rest of his life, 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 away the things inside."

"Of course, if he is smarter, puts his head in his hands, rolls out of it, and explains clearly who your employer is——"

"I will spare his life."

……

Captain Pritt surrendered.

When he saw clearly the spike in Jerry's hand through the camera, he made a choice between surrendering and holding on without much effort.

There is no need to hesitate.

In this abandoned shelter, the reactor has long since shut down, and the cold fusion battery plugged into the backup power supply is barely enough to provide lighting and open and close the door, which is not enough for him to hold on here.

Not to mention guarding this door until death.

In a week at most, he would starve to death or die of thirst inside.

He is just a mercenary who gets paid to do things, but he does not have any ideological consciousness of "living or dying with his commission".

The door of the shelter slowly opened.

Pritt, who left his weapon at the door of the buffer room and held his head in his hands, walked out of the shelter door as a crowd of players watched.

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, "Tell me, who is your employer?"

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

"Sir, we are just mercenaries who work for money, but we are not qualified to meet our employer. The middleman who sent us the mission is called 'White Shark', including the advance payment and the magnetic card of Shelter 117, all belong to him. For 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 was said to be in the manager's office of Vault 117. In addition, the employer also mentioned that there is a power armor here, which is said to be the manager of this shelter. It belongs to the owner's private collection. However, the middleman told me that the employer is not sure whether it is still here. He only mentioned that if you see that thing, remember to bring it with you, and 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."

Prit swallowed and said, "I think so too... I feel like he might be someone from Vault 117, but I haven't seen him, and I'm not even sure if he's in Boulder City." ."

Chu Guang looked at him and continued to ask.

"Where to find that white shark."

"He is the owner of the Pirate Bay Tavern in Boulder City, and many mercenaries work there." Preet, who was worried that Chu Guang would not be satisfied with his answer and wanted to survive, continued nervously. Said, "Sir, we really don't know who the employer is... but if you want to talk to White Shark, I can help you."

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"I will find him naturally."

Guessing that he couldn't get anything crucial out of this guy's mouth, Chu Guang asked him to roll next to the other prisoners, and squatted against the wall with the other three prisoners of war.

Including the sniper found by the Niu Ma Squad, there were a total of thirteen mercenaries in the Black Snake Mercenary Group, and only four of them were captured.

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

As for the players, not counting the newcomers who died in the sneak attack, there were 17 casualties. Compared with the base number of 500 players, this number is not too shabby.

After the Legion battle, the outpost will not be short of active materials for a short time. These little players who died in the battle will become heroes again three days later.

Chu Guang will deal with these prisoners later.

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

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

"giao! Si! Look at VM!" Holding the tail of the iron tube rifle, he shook his arms excitedly and said, "37 silver! We are rich!"

"Huh? I received it too," Si Si looked at the VM with a surprised look on his face, "So as long as you participate, you will be eligible, but why do I only have 21 silver..."

"It must be because Si Si can't rush as fast as his tail!"

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

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

The other side.

Wearing heavy armor, Lao Bai walked towards the other three members of the Cow Horse 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 get through it!"

"After all, it is the manager's weapon," Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, said with a smile, "Lao Bai's armor is worth the purchase."

“Hey, I wish I could buy it!”

"Don't think about it. Even if you can buy 80% of that kind of balance-destroying weapon, it's still ridiculously expensive," Lao Bai replied casually, staring at VM's square length, and said thoughtfully, "Speaking of this time The mission was settled pretty quickly, and I actually have 111 silver here."

"It has been settled? Is it so fast... Damn! Why is it 144 silver here!" Looking at the number that popped up in the VM, Ye Shi's eyes widened.

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

Fang Chang nodded thoughtfully and said.

"It should be, you click on the settlement list of the completed tasks page, which details the source of each task reward. The rewards I can see here have two parts, one is the bounty task reward, There is also a battlefield mission reward."

"For example, for the sniper we killed before, the bounty and contribution points were 25% for each person, and included in the bounty mission. At the same time, as a high-threat target, the sniper also provided us with 50 points The battlefield score will be included in the battlefield mission."

A flash of surprise appeared on Ye Shi's face: "I see... But what about the few red-named elite monsters that were killed later? It's hard to tell who killed them."

Fang Chang: "Yes, so the several red-named elite monsters killed in the team battle are all included in the total revenue of the battlefield mission, which is divided according to the battlefield score. For example, if you look at your bounty mission rewards, They are the same as us, but their battlefield scores are slightly higher than ours, so their benefits are also a bit higher than ours."

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

For example, the most basic thing is that 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 profit from fighting legions is higher than that from fighting predators, and the profit from fighting humans is higher than that from fighting aliens.

Lao Bai said with a face of surprise: "I am 171 silver... awesome! Just now I opened the shield in front, and it actually added 50 battlefield points to me!"

Listening to the discussion of the Cow Horse Team, the surrounding players all had envious expressions on their faces.

Most of them can reach 50 silver, and few can reach 70 or even 80 silver. Those are high-level players in the T2 or even T1 echelons.

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

"MMP! I have 111 silver! What a scam!"

100 silver of which was contributed by the captives!

The mole standing nearby said calmly: "It's normal. After all, we really didn't have much involvement except picking up heads... But the good news is that I received a pop-up window indicating that the task was completed."

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

Hearing Mole's words, Mosquito, who was still complaining before, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Damn it! Brother is awesome! The reward has been received!?"

"The money has arrived. As promised, you have four and I have six. I will divide it between you now."

As he spoke, Mole stretched out his index finger and tapped VM twice, and generously gave 480 silver coins to Mosquito out of the 1,200 silver coins he had just received.

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

Looking at the 480 silver received, Mosquito was instantly happy and could not close his mouth with joy.

"It's cool! Hahaha, I'm rich!"

Seeing that everyone around him was laughing and holding his **** to stop the bleeding, Zhang Hai couldn't help but come over and ask: "Just ask if you don't understand. Are there any rewards if you don't have a VM? How do you know where the rewards are?"

The mosquito glanced at him sideways.

"What the hell, do you have DPS!"

Mole also chuckled.

"Don't think about it, brother, I haven't received the mission yet, but there is a wool reward. This mission is not for newcomers, so just follow it and gain experience."

Zhang Hai: "Gan, I'm so angry! Newcomers don't have human rights!"

Patting him on the shoulder, Mole said sincerely: "Be content, everyone is here this way, not to mention that we had to move bricks and chop down trees to contribute. Listen to my advice and save money quickly. Donate and buy a VM."

Zhang Hai: "%￥#@!"

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

Stepping on the concrete floor tiles, the soles of the shoes made a squeaking sound.

Judging from the thick layer of dust on the ground, no one has been here for several years.

Although the possibility of encountering danger was 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 the wasteland is mainly kinetic energy, and the nitrogen shield has an almost absolute interception effect on small-mass flying props.

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

"Vault 117 actually only has three floors..."

And the area is much smaller than that of Vault 404!

According to the promotion on the flyer, the reasonable number of people sheltered here is between 100 and 200, and Shelter 404 has a total of 600 rooms in the three BCD zones on the B2 floor alone.

However, Chu Guangneng clearly felt that life in this shelter should be much better than that in Vault 404.

The average area of ​​the individual rooms here is more than 10 square meters, and some even have private bathrooms. They are much better than the pigeon cage-like rooms in Shelter 404.

If you want to live here, you will have to spend a lot of money!

Opposite the shelter door is the maintenance room. The layout here is similar to that of Vault 404, with a large number of vertical cabinets arranged in rows.

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

However, most of these police equipment are mainly batons, shields, riot forks, stun guns and body armor. There are no automatic weapons or pre-war police pistols, let alone the "lightweight" suit on his body. Cavalry Type 5 police exoskeleton.

Chu Guang checked the quality of these equipment.

Except for the fact that the battery of the stun gun is broken and can no longer be used, the quality of body armor and shields is very good, as are the batons and anti-riot forks. There is no trace of the fact that these items are more than 200 years old. History.

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

As for batons and riot forks...

There is little point in selling it to players. It is better to leave it to NPCs as a tool to maintain law and order.

No powered 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, we officially entered the interior of the shelter.

The reactor here has stalled, leaving only a backup power source plugged in with a cold fusion battery, allowing the shelter to barely maintain minimum power operation. Facilities such as refrigerators and water purifiers can no longer be turned on. Even the lighting will only turn on when people are close.

"Sir, I feel that the air condition here is a bit bad..." Wan Wan, who was following Chu Guang, said cautiously, "Otherwise, leave the rest of the exploration to me."

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Chu Guang tapped the VM on his arm with his index finger. The oxygen content displayed on it was still within 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 constitution, even a normal adult will be fine standing here.

Wrench didn't say anything more, but walked loyally in front of Chu Guang.

Without taking the elevator, go through the safe passage next to the elevator to the B3 floor - the deepest part of Shelter 117.

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

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

The door here is tightly closed.

Chu Guang reached out and groped on the door for a while, then with a thought in his heart, he took out the 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 retracts into the wall.

Looking at the decoration in the office and the powered armor displayed on the wall, Chu Guang had a trace of envy on his face.

"MMP, why are other managers so rich? I even have to build an office myself. This is unreasonable at all!"

The simple decoration exudes a low-key luxury. The display cabinets display the manager's collection during his lifetime, including a collection of books and some decorations.

However, these are not the point.

The focus is on the power armor with a streamlined armor shell, dark blue paint, and the black box leaning against the desk!

That should be the suitcase Dr. Principle mentioned!

However, rather than saying it is a suitcase, Chu Guang feels that it is more appropriate to describe it as a suitcase. The size of this thing is not small, it is as high as one's own calf when laid horizontally.

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

The moment Chu Guang looked at the VM device, a line of light blue pop-up windows appeared in Chu Guang's field of vision——

[Mission accomplished! 】