This Game is Too Real

"...This is the Voice of Boulder City. Now we have a piece of news. The Black Snake Corps clashed with local survivors during its mission in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. Although Commander Pritt and his brothers are either tactical or tactical. The equipment has an absolute advantage, but unfortunately, they ran into a group of shameless people who bullied the less."

"The mercenaries stationed near the subway station fought bravely, but they were eventually overwhelmed by a sea of ​​people. At present, the entrance to the subway station has been controlled by the hillbillies in the northern suburbs. Commander Pritt and the rest had to retreat into the subway. Look for other ways inside the station."

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

pray?

nonexistent.

　　 For those who have lost money, not blaming these idiots for three days and three nights is considered to be a good word.

　　 are just twelve mercenaries, and they don't necessarily care about that bad life. Except for the boss who hired them, no one cares about their life or death.

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

　　 The two-tailed rat tavern is full of screams and curses. The vicious curses even the bartender standing behind the bar can't help but slurp.

　　 These gambling alcoholics have rarely reached a consensus on the same thing. They would even get bored and quarrel about the obvious things like "today's special beer with a few glasses of water".

　　 "Damn, refund the money!"

　　 "I can't beat even a group of beggars, I really shame the mercenaries in Boulder City!"

　　 "I seriously suspect that this is a scam that the old **** of Pritt has colluded with the Central Casino! Think about it, what good things can there be in the northern suburbs? It's worth their special flight to get there! It's not cheap to rent a militia plane!"

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

　　 "The Central Casino has also fallen, and it opened for such boring things! They might as well guess the weather the day after tomorrow, at least it's fairer!"

　　 The joys and sorrows of people are always disconnected.

When the gamblers in Boulder City were cursing the twelve mercenaries of the Black Snake Mercenary Group, wishing that they were all beaten up by the barbarians, Jerry, who squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, was trembling. I prayed that these survivors could see their surrender and let them make a living.

　　 Even though he had expected such an ending the moment he became a mercenary, it didn't mean that he had put his life and death out of consideration.

　　If you can live, no one wants to die.

　　 In the tunnel.

　　 More than a dozen players are standing in front of a corpse, their faces blushing.

　　 "Gan! Whose head is this in the end?"

　　 "The first cut I stabbed!"

　　 "Obviously my cut is more deadly!"

　　 "You can contribute and give me silver coins."

　　 "Fuck off! Everyone is a veteran player with vm, who is missing any contribution!"

　　 Looking at the survivors who were arguing with each other, Jerry Thurther couldn't help feeling baffled as he trembled, and didn't understand what they were arguing at all.

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

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

　　 "You said that if he was patched up, would he be counted as a head?"

　　 "The red name is gone, probably useless."

"Yes... and I remember it was written in the shelter resident's manual that an attack on a neutral NPC will be sentenced to confinement based on the severity of the plot, and an attack with the highest friendliness NPC will be sentenced to permanent repatriation. His mark on the map is gray, probably after he becomes a prisoner. The reward has been completed?"

　　 "Where is the bounty? Who of you received the bounty?"

　　 "Emmm... Maybe it will be settled later? After all, it was the same before."

　　 Although Jerry didn't understand what those people were discussing at all, the look in his eyes from time to time made him feel a bit of creeps.

　　 This feeling is like fish on the chopping board.

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

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

　　 There was that ridiculously strong warhammer on his back, but Jerry was sure that he was not the one who blocked almost all of their fire.

　　 At the same time, Jerry clearly felt that when he appeared here, the survivors around him clearly showed respect, and even the whispering voices 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 gone in..."

　　 Chu Guang looked to the side.

There is an open iron gate with a sign forbidden to enter. Behind the gate is a straight passage leading to the main entrance of the refuge—the iconic gear-shaped one with a thickness of ten centimeters. Giant alloy door.

The entrance of Refuge No. 117, which is different from the sunken entrance of No. 404, was built directly next to the subway tunnel.

　　 Refuges with a three-digit serial number are all “full circle” refuges, and the door can be closed to physically cut off from the outside world. As long as the thermonuclear fusion reactor continues to generate energy, the shelter 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, it will be useless for the people outside to do anything. Any fire attack and flooding are all in pediatrics. This is a civil air defense facility built to withstand strategic nuclear strikes. Its designers have long considered all possible situations including "suffering a million-ton nuclear strike."

but-

　　 Refuge No. 117 has obviously been abandoned for many years. The reactor inside has already ceased operation. It is okay to rely on the back-up power source to open the door. I don’t even need to think about it in order to fully recycle it.

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

　　 "Let him come out."

　　 Jerry moved back an inch nervously.

　　 "It's useless, it's useless for anyone to go, Commander 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 an imitation of pure steel forging.

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

　　 Chu Guang continued.

　　 "Go and tell him."

　　 "If he hopes to get out of here with a power armor, I will let him know the price of stupidity."

　　 "Of course, if he is frightened and plans to live with this refuge for the rest of his life, I can help him. For example, use twenty tons of cement to completely seal this place."

　　 "This is my relic. I can't get it. No one can take the contents away."

　　 "Of course, if he is smarter, get out of it with his head in his hands, and explain clearly who your employer is—"

　　 "I will keep him a dog."

　　...

　　 Chief Pritt surrendered.

　　 After he saw the spike in Jerry's hand through the camera, he didn't have much effort to make a choice between surrendering and defending.

　　 There is no need to hesitate at all.

　　 This kind of abandoned refuge, the reactor has already been turned off, and the cold fusion battery plugged into the backup power source is barely enough for lighting and opening and closing the door, which is not enough for him to stick to it here.

　　Don't say it's guarding this gate until I die of old age.

　　 At most a week, he would have to starve to death or die of thirst in it.

　　He is just a mercenary who takes money to do things, but there is no ideological awareness of "coexistence and death with commission".

　　 The door of the refuge opened slowly.

　　 left the weapon at the door of the buffer room, and Pritt, who was holding his head in his hands, walked out of the door of the refuge under the crowd of players watching.

　　 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 or not," Chu Guang looked at him and continued, "Let's say, who is your employer?"

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

"My lord, we are just mercenaries who take money to sell our lives, but we are not qualified to see our employer. The middleman who sent us the task is called "White Shark", including the advance payment and the magnetic card of Vault 117, which he gave us. …"

White Shark?

　　 Chu Guang looked at him and continued.

　　 "What is your request?"

Pritt: "The employer entrusted us to find a black suitcase, which is 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 private owner of the manager of this refuge. Collection. But the middleman told me that the employer is not sure if it is still here, only mentioned that if you see the thing, remember to bring it together, and he will give us extra rewards."

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

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

　　 Chu Guang looked at him and continued to ask.

　　 "Where can I find that white shark."

"The Pirate Bay Tavern in Boulder City, he is the owner there, and many mercenaries are there to take care of it." Worried that Chu Guang would not be satisfied with his answer, Prit, who wanted to survive, continued nervously, " Sir, we really don’t know who the employer is...but if you want to talk to White Shark, I can do it for you."

　　 Chu Guang smiled faintly.

　　 "I will find him naturally."

　　 Assuming that he couldn't ask anything crucial from this guy's mouth, Chu Guang asked him to roll over to the other prisoners and squat against the wall with the other three prisoners holding their heads.

　　 Including the sniper found by the cattle and horse squad, the Black Snake Mercenary Corps had a total of 13 mercenaries, and only four were captured.

　　 Other people either died under the chaotic spear, or before they had time to surrender, they were stabbed into a funnel by the players with bayonets in hand-to-hand combat.

　　 As for the players, not counting the cute new ones who died in the sneak attack, the casualties reached 17 people. Relative to the base number of 500 players, this number is not going to hurt.

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

　　 Chu Guang will deal with these prisoners later.

　　 As for now, of course it is more important to count the spoils.

　　 Just as the manager walked in the direction of Refuge No. 117, the players guarding the door received the reminder that the mission was completed almost at the same time.

　　 "giao! Si! Look at the vm!" Holding the tail of the iron barrel rifle, shaking his arms excitedly, said, "37 silver! We are rich!"

　　 "Huh? I received it too," Sisi looked at vm with a surprised look, "So as long as I participate, I have a share, but why I only have 21 silver..."

　　 "It must be because Sisi doesn't rush as fast as his tail!"

　　 glanced at the triumphant tail and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

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

the other side.

　　 Lao Bai, wearing heavy armor, walked towards the other three of the cattle and horse squad, and said excitedly to his good friends.

　　 "It's so cool! The hammer is invincible! As soon as the shield wall is opened, the machine gun or the rifle can't pass through any bullets!"

　　 "It's the manager's weapon after all," Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, smiled and said, "Lao Bai's armor is worth buying."

　　 "Hey, if only I could buy it!"

"Don't think about it, that kind of weapon that breaks the balance, even if you can buy 80%, it is too expensive," casually replied to Lao Bai, staring at the vm's Fang Chang, and said thoughtfully, "By the way, the settlement of this mission Very fast, I actually have 111 silver on my side."

　　 "Already settled? Is it so fast... Damn it! My side is 144 silver!" Looking at the number that jumped out of the vm, Ye Shi's eyes went straight.

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

　　 Fang Chang nodded thoughtfully, and said.

"It should be. You click on the settlement list on the completed task page, which contains a detailed description of the source of each task reward. The rewards I can see here have two parts, one is the reward task reward, and the other It’s a battlefield mission reward."

"For example, for the sniper we killed before, the bounty and contribution points are based on 25% per person, which counts as a reward mission. At the same time, the sniper is a high-threat target, and he also provided us with 50 battlefield points. , Included in the battlefield mission."

　　 Ye Shi's face floated in a daze: "So that's it...how about the few red-named elite monsters killed later? It's hard to tell who killed it."

Fang Chang: "Yes, so the few red-named elite monsters killed in team battles are all included in the total revenue of the battlefield missions, which are divided according to the battlefield score. For example, look at your reward mission rewards, and we are both It’s the same, but the battlefield score is slightly higher than ours, so the revenue is a little higher than ours."

　　 The total revenue of battlefield missions includes many types, mainly calculated based on the trophies and the difficulty of the battle. Although "Wasteland ol" does not disclose the specific battlefield revenue calculation formula, players can still clearly feel the difference.

　　 For example, at the most basic level, defensive warfare’s contribution point income is higher than offensive warfare, and offensive warfare’s silver coin income is higher than defensive warfare. The benefit of fighting against the legion is higher than that of fighting the predator, and the benefit of fighting against people is higher than that of fighting the alien species.

　　 Lao Bai said with a surprised look: "I am 171 silver... Niubi! Just opened the shield on the front, and actually gave me 50 battlefield points!"

　　 Listening to the discussion of the cattle and horse squad, the surrounding players all looked envious.

　　 Most of them are 50 silver, and few can reach 70 or even 80 silver. That is the high game of t2 and even t1 echelon.

　　 Looking at the vm on his arm, the mosquito couldn't help cursing.

　　 "mmp! I am 111 silver! Cheating, this is!"

　　 100 of the silver was contributed by captives!

　　 The mole standing next to him calmly said: "Normal, after all, we really don't have much involvement except for picking up the head...but the good news is that I received a pop-up window on the task completion."

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

　　 Hearing the words of Mole, the mosquito who was still complaining before, instantly his eyes lit up: "Fuck! Brother is awesome! The reward has been paid!?"

　　 "It's the account, according to the promise, you are four and six, I will divide you now."

　　 While talking, Mole stretched out his index finger and tapped twice on the vm, and generously swiped the 1200 silver coin he had just received to the mosquito.

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

　　 Looking at the 480 silver received, the mosquito's eyebrows were instantly happy, and his mouth couldn't close with joy.

　　 "Cool! Hahaha, I'm rich!"

　　 Looking at the people around him, Zhang Hai, who was holding his **** to stop the bleeding, couldn't help but approached and asked: "If you don't understand, ask, is there a reward if there is no vm? How do you see where the reward is."

　　 Mosquito gave him a sideways look.

　　 "There is a fart, do you have any DPS!"

　　 Mole also smiled.

　　 "Don't think about brothers, I didn't receive the task, there is a woolen reward. This task is not originally done by a newcomer, you should just follow the wave of experience."

　　 Zhang Hai: "Gan, shuddering! Newcomers don’t have human rights!"

Patting his shoulder, Mole said earnestly, "Satisfied, everyone came here like this, not to mention that we had to move bricks and cut trees when we praised our contribution. Hear my advice, hurry up and save up to buy one. vm."

　　 Zhang Hai: "%￥#@!"

　　 The players at the door of the refuge were still arguing, Chu Guang had already passed through the open giant alloy door, brought a wrench and another guard, and stepped into the interior of Refuge No. 117.

　　 Stepping on the concrete floor tiles, the soles of the shoes creaked.

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

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

　　 picked up a leaflet for Refuge No. 117 from the ground, and Chu Guang turned to the back, where a schematic diagram of the structure of the refuge was drawn.

　　 "There are only three floors in Vault 117..."

　　 and the area is much smaller than Vault 404!

　　According to the propaganda on the leaflet, the reasonable number of shelters here is between 100 and 200 people, and refuge No. 404 has a total of 600 rooms in the three sub-zones of b2 b2.

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

　　 The individual rooms here have an average area of ​​more than 10 square meters, and some even have private bathrooms. Compared with the pigeon cage-like rooms in Refuge No. 404, they are much better.

　　 I want to live here, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money!

　　 The main door of the refuge is facing the maintenance room. The layout here is similar to that of refuge No. 404, with a large number of cabinets lined up.

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

However, most of these police equipment are mainly batons, shields, riot forks, stun guns and body armor. No automatic weapons or pre-war police pistols have been seen, let alone the "hussar" on his body.5 Style police exoskeleton.

　　 Chu Guang checked the quality of these equipment.

　　 Except that the battery of the stun gun is broken and can no longer be used, the quality of the body armor and shield are very good. The batons and riot forks are not too good. It is invisible that these things have a history of more than two hundred years.

　　 "It should be more reasonable for body armor to sell for 200 silver coins. For shields... it's cheaper, just sell 100 silver coins." Looking at the equipment in the maintenance room, Chu Guang touched his chin and thought.

　　 As for truncheons and riot forks...

　　 It doesn’t make much sense to sell it to players, but it’s better to leave it to the npc as a tool to maintain law and order.

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

　　 After passing the two gates of the buffer room, he formally entered the interior of the refuge.

　　 The reactor here has been turned off, leaving only the backup power supply plugged in with cold fusion batteries, allowing this shelter to barely maintain the lowest power operation. Facilities such as refrigerators and water purifiers have long been unable to activate, and even the lighting will only activate when people are near.

　　 "My lord, I feel that the air condition here is a bit bad..." The wrench next to Chu Guang said cautiously, "Or, let me do the exploration later."

　　 "Don't worry, I know it in my heart."

　　 Chu Guang's index finger clicked on the vm worn on his arm, and the oxygen content displayed on it was still at a safe value. Although there is a small amount of ozone in the air, the concentration is very low, let alone his 14-point physique, even if a normal adult stands here, it will be fine.

　　 The wrench didn't speak any more, but loyally walked to the front of Chu Guang.

　　 did not take the elevator, went through the safe passage next to the elevator to the b3 floor-the deepest part of refuge 117.

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

　　 The two people who crossed the corridor successfully reached the door of the manager's office.

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

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

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

　　 "Mom, why other managers are so rich, this is not reasonable!"

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

　　 However, these are not the main points.

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

　　 That should be the suitcase mentioned by Doctor Principle!

　　 However, rather than a suitcase, Chu Guang thinks it is more appropriate to describe it as a suitcase. The size of this thing is not small, and when placed horizontally, it has the height of its own calf.

　　 In addition, behind the desk, there is a skeleton in a blue jacket. The left elbow of the skeleton supported the arm of the chair, and VM had slipped from his forearm to the joint.

　　 At the moment when he met the vm device, a line of light blue pop-up windows appeared in Chu Guang's field of vision—

【mission completed! 】