This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 384: Vault 79!

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"What the hell!?"

In the kitchen of the Fallen Leaf Camp, looking at the potatoes piled up in front of him, the warrior holding the knife had his eyes straightened and his chin wanted to touch the ground.

Is this cooking for pigs? !

How many tons of potatoes do these guys eat a day? !

However...

The cook who handed over the task to him didn't pay attention to the expression on his face at all, and just gave instructions in a commanding tone.

"You...are called pangolin, right? These potatoes are your job today. I hope to see them all washed and peeled before evening."

"If the work is not finished, you will be rewarded."

After saying this, the guy disappeared without knowing where he was.

Looking at the knife in his hand, and then at the three skinny survivors next to him, the warlord felt like crying.

"This...how long do I have to cut it off?"

Yesterday he was bragging on the official website that he had completed three people's workload in only half a day. As soon as he went online today, the workload completed yesterday became today's standard, and it quadrupled. kind.

This is like catching a fat sheep and pulling it hard.

The key is that there are no mission rewards yet!

Compared with the people in the legion, their respected managers are simply living Buddhas!

No...

Are these dogecoins worthy of being compared with the administrator? ?

The more the warlord thought about it, the angrier he became. He clenched his knife tightly and almost couldn't help but chase him out and open the eyes of the arrogant fat pig.

However, thinking of the hidden missions unlocked on the official website last night and the generous mission rewards, he finally took a deep breath and endured it patiently.

A man can bend and stretch.

For the sake of the supreme manager... I endure it!

"We have to improve our tools. With this knife, we won't be able to finish cutting until this time tomorrow." The warlord looked back at the three apprentices behind him, gesturing with his hands and using poor human language. Said.

The three apprentices looked at each other in confusion. They listened with half-understanding, and their faces were full of confusion.

The warlord sighed, picked a guy who looked a little smarter, and asked him to go to the scavenger's dump station to find some iron pieces.

After getting the parts and tools, he used a flint to grind through the middle of the iron sheet, then wound the iron wire several times to make four simple paring knives.

This thing is a bit like a razor.

Although it can't be said to be automatic at all, it is at least much faster than cutting with a dagger.

After his patient guidance, the three apprentices quickly learned how to peel potatoes more efficiently.

This time the warlord learned his lesson and instead of rushing around to show off, he squatted next to the three apprentices and practiced hard work.

Looking at his leisurely look, the apprentice on the side couldn't help but say with envy.

"Brother, do you often peel potatoes?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"No...it depends on how skilled you are in your movements, and the improved tool is quite easy to use."

The warlord said with a smile.

"What's the point? We all do this here, and I learned it from others."

When they heard this, the expressions on the faces of the three apprentices became even more envious.

In the wasteland, crops with a planting cycle of more than two months are not affordable for ordinary people.

Green wheat is grown in most survivor settlements, not because people like the unique smell of oxalic acid, but because other crops simply cannot wait until they mature and are either destroyed by predators or destroyed by alien species. .

The more war-torn times are, the more people tend to plant crops with short growth cycles and low requirements on soil, fertility, and manpower.

This is true in every world.

Anyway, I have nothing to do, so the warlord simply talked about the life in the alliance with these apprentices using some unfamiliar human language.

Of course, he did not mention the Alliance and Dawn City, and still referred to them as Beit Street.

With his mouth dry, the warlord paused, and suddenly noticed a dark row of residents standing in the open space outside the kitchen.

"What are you doing over there?"

An apprentice squatting next to him quickly answered.

"I heard that the legion is recruiting soldiers..."

"Recruiting troops?"

"Well, survivors who are strong or have special powers can sign up and say that as long as they join the legion's team, they can eat potatoes and beef."

When he said that, the apprentice had an envious expression on his face, and he was obviously moved.

But perhaps thinking that he might be sent to the front line as cannon fodder, he ultimately did not make up his mind to try his luck.

The warlord looked at this guy with a strange look on his face, and threw the potatoes that had been peeled and plated for a long time into the frame next to him.

Those two-headed cows and potatoes...

Didn’t they all come from your house?

While the warlord was peeling potatoes and thinking about whether to try his luck at the recruiting place, Colway, standing in the center of the camp, was looking at the roster sent by his men.

In four days, they gathered a total of 7,400 survivors and evacuated nearly seventeen survivor settlements.

The largest survivor settlement had a thousand people, and there was even a cast-iron cannon in the camp.

However...

In front of the 400mm main gun, that kind of thing is just a toy.

Especially when the residents heard that "the steel airship wiped out the company's entire hundred-man team with just one shot," the locals simply couldn't muster the courage to resist, so they packed up their luggage and moved here with them.

They have deployed firewood generators in the camp to power the nutrient paste synthesis device. They will also build several smelting furnaces here to recycle the garbage picked up by the scavengers from the city into useful products. Metal castings, making Ripper rifles and ammunition.

The task given to him by General McClung was to train a thousand-man team composed of locals within two months and fight together with their Air and Space Marines.

Laying the foundation for them to include the southern plains of the River Valley Province into their sphere of influence.

Standing next to Colway, logistics officer Finold narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the survivors standing in a row and the camp that was beginning to take shape.

"We have to speed up... People from the enterprise have discovered our actions, and our patrol team has failed several times."

Colway: "I have reported this problem to Mr. Rachel, and we will increase the number of patrols later..."

"One more thing."

"What happened?"

"I heard that a two-story death claw appeared in the survivor colony at No. 79 Xiangling Street...is that correct?"

Colway remembered this and nodded.

"That's right. I reported the situation there to Mr. Rachel. Considering that it was only a survivor settlement of two to three hundred people, and those locals may not be able to escape from the claws of death, I asked my men to cross out that survivor settlement...Is there a problem?"

It's not that he's afraid of that thing, he just thinks it's not worth wasting his men's lives and precious ammunition just to kill a beast.

The number of aviation marines is limited and cannot be replenished from the rear. The corporate guerrillas these days are enough to give him a headache.

Finold said pleasantly.

"No problem, missing two or three hundred men doesn't hurt, but General McClun is very interested in that beast. He saw the guy on the bridge and kept talking about hanging that guy's head in the Heart of Steel. Take the bow of the ship back to General Griffin for a look."

Colvi looked at Finold in surprise and was speechless for a long time.

The smile on Finold's face remained unchanged, and his tone was still gentle.

"Can I trouble you?"

Of course it would be best if you could refuse, but this is General McClung's order.

Even with ten thousand reluctances in his heart, Colway could only nod his numb head.

"Okay..."

……

"...Doesn't this library have a basement?"

In a dark tunnel.

Sisi held up a flashlight and looked around. It felt like a bomb shelter to her, although she had never seen what a bomb shelter looked like in reality.

Sesame Paste walked beside her, holding a radio in his arms, his cat ears raised alertly, and his eyes looking around.

At this moment, the radio, which had been quiet a second ago, suddenly let out a heart-wrenching laughter, which scared her so much that she almost dropped it on the ground.

"...Who did you listen to?"

"Local residents."

"Haha...what do they know."

That’s right.

Sisi nodded thoughtfully and did not continue to ask further questions on this irrelevant question.

If anyone could find the entrance to the shelter, it would undoubtedly be a torture for both those inside and those outside.

Both physically and spiritually.

The two continued to move forward along the dark tunnel, which became wider and wider as they went forward. From the beginning, it could only allow four people to walk side by side, and now it is even as wide as two lanes.

Looking at the fork in the road next to the passage, Sisi became more and more sure of his previous guess.

Vault 79 should have more than one entrance.

And the number of people it can accommodate is far more than a thousand people!

The elevator on the second floor of the library, hidden behind the bookshelf on the side of the wall, is only one of the entrances to this tunnel.

As for how they found that intersection, we have to start from half an hour ago.

Half an hour ago, they discovered the radio that received signals from nowhere on the second floor of the library.

The man on the radio claimed to be the manager of Vault 79, and said in a self-deprecating or self-blaming tone that "half of the savages in this land can trace their roots to him", and advised the two People quickly leave this place of right and wrong.

Sisi has reservations about his statement.

But for now, this guy seems to be the only one who knows the entrance to Vault 79.

She thought it would take some effort to gain the manager's trust, but to her surprise, she barely spent any words and used her lame human language to convince the guy and agreed to let them see it. A look at Vault 79.

Tell the truth.

Such a simple persuasion was so easy that Sisi couldn't even believe it.

Could it be that...

My hidden charm attribute is actually very high?

Thinking of this, a subtle expression appeared on Sisi's face.

At this time, the radio suddenly spoke.

"Speaking of which, I forgot to ask, what is Vault 404 for?"

"Just an ordinary shelter?"

"Oh, so..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just want to make sure it doesn't interfere with other friends' work... Haha."

That smile is somewhat meaningful.

But Sisi didn’t think much about it.

After all, this old radio, even if it doesn't say anything, is still emitting electric noise all the time.

"By the way, what should we call you."

"Just call me manager."

"But we already have a manager, there must be a distinction."

The voice pondered for a while.

"Sorry, I've been alone for too long. I haven't used my name for a long time. I thought about it for a while. Just... call me Yongshi."

Sisi was slightly surprised, but didn't say much and nodded "Oh."

Most NPCs in this game have strange names, including their managers, who have always used the code name "Shuguang" to call themselves, and only occasionally use the name "Chu Guang".

But judging from the meaning of this guy's words, it seems that he is an old monster who has lived from the pre-war era to the present...

This task is getting more and more interesting.

Sesame Paste, who was walking aside, didn't understand what the two were communicating at all, so he asked with some anxiety.

"How long until we arrive?"

Sisi relayed her question, and the radio quickly answered.

"It's just ahead... But before that, I hope you can be mentally prepared. I said, no survivors will be sheltered there."

"I'm ready."

As the guide of the dungeon, this NPC talks too much.

While Sisi was thinking this, a giant gear-shaped alloy door finally appeared at the end of the tunnel.

The number 79 printed in the center of the gear has not faded at all even after two centuries.

The eyes of the two people were filled with excitement for a moment.

Mission accomplished!

The entrance to Vault 79 has been found!

"It's a pity Tails isn't here...Should we call her over?"

"It's a waste of time to come back and forth. It's hard to get here. Anyway, let's see what it looks like inside..."

Suppressing the excitement in his voice, Sisi looked at the radio in Sesame Paste's hands and asked in People's Lianyu.

"...How do we get in?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the stones on the ground suddenly jumped slightly.

There was a tremor like an earthquake under my feet, and the giant gear with an unknown tonnage slowly rolled to one side.

Looking at the straight corridor behind the giant door and the spacious buffer room that looked like a playground, Sisi's eyes widened in surprise.

The area in front of her is 10 times that of Vault 404...

However, what surprised her even more was what came next.

When she and Sesame Paste passed through the wide buffer room and the door at the end of the corridor, the floor-to-ceiling windows more than ten meters high quickly came into view.

And behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, their understanding of shelter was completely subverted.

The square buildings, like sharp-edged rulers, are distributed in an unusually wide area of ​​space, extending into the bottomless underground.

A series of steep passages connect those square buildings together.

They are like blocks connected to each other, stacked and connected to each other, maximizing the use of space in a way that is acceptable to human aesthetics.

At this moment, they are standing at the top of this "underground city"...

Sisi opened his eyes wide, subconsciously touched his ear, and his fingertips were completely stuck to the shutter of the headset.

Sesame paste who was standing aside was stunned on the spot. Not only his eyes were wide open, but his mouth was opened so wide that it seemed like he could stuff an egg into it.

"Is this... really a shelter?"

"Welcome to Ruigu City 2.0." A cheerful voice came from the radio, "There have been no new guests here for a long, long time."

The moment the words fell, the eyes under the cat's ears suddenly flashed with a hint of alertness.

Sesame Paste's right hand quickly pulled out the 12mm caliber revolver inserted into his waist, and his thumb deftly pressed down the hammer.

This is a pistol she bought from the administrator a long time ago. It is mainly used to deal with large alien species.

Behind the door she aimed at, a tiger twice as big as two circles was staring at the two of them through the glass window on the door, growling dangerously from its mouth.

A pair of teeth are turned on the outside of the lips, like a sharp dagger!

Its claws were scratching on the door, and its teeth were rubbing against the door frame. Its eyes were full of impatience, as if it had been hungry for a long time.

The moment she met her eyes, the biological instinct made her feel that the hairs all over her body stood up.

Also aware of the dangerous aura, Sisi swallowed hard, loaded the assault rifle in his hand with a click, and while aiming at the door, asked the radio.

"What on earth is going on here?"

Why are there alien species in the shelter? !

The radio sighed quietly.

"So I asked you to prepare... As you can see, this city has fallen."

"Fall..."

"Yes."

Leaning in Sesame's arms, the old radio seemed to be recounting a past event, speaking in a very soft voice.

"The people here once spent a short and prosperous time, but that giant door can block war and radiation, but it cannot block people's yearning for the outside world and freedom... I tried to persuade them to give up a little more Wait, wait, wait for the radioactive dust to fall from the sky to the ground, wait for the glaciers that freeze the earth to melt, wait until then we will walk hand in hand to the outside world, but..."

"However?"

"However, they can't wait any longer and are clamoring to leave here. I can't persuade them no matter how hard I try..."

The voice on the radio was a bit mocking, but soon changed to a relieved tone.

"Let's not talk about those old things, I believe you are not interested either. In short, because the door outside is always opening and closing frequently, there is no difference between the world here and the outside... or even worse than the outside."

“Our original intention was to help the mutated creatures outside return to their original state. However, who would have thought that some idiots were not satisfied with getting out on their own, but also brought out the creatures carrying the unfinished Primarch, resulting in everywhere outside now. They are all those mutated freaks."

Sisi frowned.

"You mean...all the alien species outside escaped from here?"

The radio answered briefly.

"Probably, anyway, I estimate that at least half of them are. As for the rest, you have to ask other shelters...who knows what they are tossing."

After a pause, its tone seemed to have a hint of deep self-blame.

"Of course, it's not that we haven't tried to make remedies. Before the last crisis, we had been looking for ways to control the spread of the Primarch. In fact, this great work is almost completed... It's a pity that it's At the last moment, the only research area that did not fall finally fell."

Si Si said with bright eyes.

"We are willing to continue your unfinished business! Returning the ecology of this planet to normal is also part of our revitalization of the People's Federation!"

Any major research results discovered in the wasteland, whether encrypted data or sample entities, can be exchanged for generous rewards from the scientific expedition team NPC Yin Fang.

Such a big shelter.

The things researched in it can definitely be exchanged for a lot of rewards, right?

I don’t know what she was thinking at the moment, but a happy voice floated from the radio.

"I'm glad to hear you say that. It seems that I don't trust you so much in vain."

After a brief pause, it continued.

"There is a silver-white building in the center of the city. Its appearance is very eye-catching. You should be able to see it from here. It is the research area of ​​this shelter. All our research results are stored there, including our Experimental data, including serum samples we have completed."

Sisi: "Serum?"

"Able to reverse the mutant serum, we only completed the Deathclaws... because they were the most dangerous."

The moment he heard these words, Sisi was stunned.

"Can such a thing be done?"

The reversal has mutated...

This may sound fanciful.

However, the radio said in a determined tone.

"Of course, it is not difficult to do. Closer to home, if you are really willing to inherit our cause, just take those things outside for us. Since you are from the shelter, then You must know how to use them."

"Of course, the alien species here are difficult to deal with, including more than one Deathclaw. You can go back and prepare first, and come back when you are ready."

"I do have this plan..." Sisi glanced at the tiger outside the door.

She does need to make some preparations.

When they entered Xiangling Town before, in order to show their sincerity, she and Sesame Paste only carried basic self-defense weapons.

With the little ammunition on hand, I might not even be able to deal with the monster behind the door in front of me.

At least get everyone together!

……

The peak period of the day to go offline.

The official website forum was once again detonated by a post.

"Big news! Vault 79 decrypted! The underground city hidden in Zuigu City! 》

Quiting smoking: "What the hell! Underground city?!"

Tail: "Uh-huh! The monsters inside are so powerful! There are so many garbage guys! (?ω?)"

Trash picking up level 99: "???"

I’m the worst: “666! Isn’t this much more awesome than Warfield’s shabby map?”

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Nima, that's not what you said yesterday!"

Professor Yang, King of Thunder and Lightning: "At this scale...isn't it too much to issue another hundred thousand activation codes?"

Irena: "...Tsk, the Deathclaw novice village is no more exciting than the monkey's Vault 117. (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "And it's directly on the face. (Funny)"

Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "Let me in!!! Planner Dog didn't send me a helmet report! (Crazy)"

Lao Bai: "(dumbfounded.jpg)"

Sisi: "In short, this is basically the situation in Vault 79... Since there is no network here, we can only upload the photos after returning to the Storm Troops' base in a few days."

"In addition, we also learned that there is a huge nuclear energy reserve in that shelter. According to the description of the manager named Yongshi, it is more than enough to operate for another three centuries. Located in the central research area of ​​the underground city The serum seems to be able to reverse mutation?"

Crow Crow: "Wait, doesn't that mean Rourou can become a human being? (Excited)"

Teng Teng: "(Look forward to) (Look forward to)"

Rourou: "Wait a minute, I am a human! (╯°Д°)╯"

"Although I am indeed not a human in the game."

"No! It feels so weird to say that!"

Roulou posted three posts in a row and fell into chaos. However, due to the players' expectations for the new map, he was quickly drowned in the influx of replies.

After browsing the post from beginning to end, a certain planner sitting in front of the computer also had a surprised expression on his face.

"...reverse mutation?!"

What kind of black technology is this?

At this moment, Chu Guang was as surprised as the player named Sisi.

Fortunately, he has experts he can consult.

Without hesitation, Chu Guang immediately got up and went to the B3 floor, where he found Heya who was busy in the laboratory.

After listening to his consultation, Heya paused from her work, with a clearly surprised expression in her eyes.

"...Are you sure? Reverse mutation?"

Chu Guang said rigorously.

"I can't guarantee that the source of the news is accurate. I can only make sure that I heard it correctly... But by the way, are you even so surprised?"

"Well, it's not so much that I'm surprised, but that I don't quite understand the significance of this research project."

The index finger gently rested on her chin, and Heya had a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Although the mutated creatures in the wasteland do not rule out human factors, most of them are actually the result of natural selection. Only species with stronger survival capabilities can survive on this planet with an extreme ecological environment. This is The root cause of the current situation."

"If the environment itself is not changed, it makes no sense to only change the traits of one or two organisms. These individuals who cannot adapt to the current environment will soon be eliminated, and the traits cannot be inherited at all."

After a pause, she continued.

"Moreover, evolution is a continuous process. To which stage does that serum specifically intend to trace the mutations that have occurred?"

"So he is lying?" Chu Guang also found this logic unreasonable and frowned slightly, "The research results stored in Vault 79 are not as simple as he confessed. ”

Heya teased: "You and I thought about it together. Most of your residents have been deceived. Sometimes they are really innocent and cute... Speaking of which, Yin Fang couldn't find anything about Shelter No. 79. Information? Even the name of the manager?"

Chu Guang shook his head.

“It cannot be found. The shelter is like a black box, it is a blind box from the outside.”

Heya, who crossed her arms, tilted her head, not quite understanding what a blind box was.

Chu Guang did not explain, thinking quickly in his mind.

He could not say that the "Yongshi" was lying, but he most likely concealed part of the truth in order to allow his players to take the serum stored in the shelter outside.

There may be many reasons for doing this. There is no point in guessing until we figure out what the serum is.

However, what puzzled Chu Guang was why he didn't do it himself?

As long as the door of the shelter is closed and the power is cut off, the creatures inside will die of lack of oxygen within a few days.

Even if some of them managed to survive, it would only be a matter of waiting a few more days.

Either the authority held by that person is incomplete.

Or for some reason, that person doesn’t want the alien species in the shelter to die...