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The red brick house next to the outpost guard station.

When the previous wave broke out, in order to deal with the plague caused by the decay of corpses, this place used to be a temporary rescue station, temporarily sheltering nearby residents who suffered from fever symptoms.

After the wave was over, the plague and spore cloud problems were resolved, and it was logical that this place became a health clinic for local residents.

The medical staff currently working here are mostly temporary workers trained by Herya, recruited mainly from literate refugees. On the one hand, he cooperated with Heya to carry out some necessary experiments for the wastelanders, and on the other hand, he was also responsible for the medical rescue work.

If these medical staff are evaluated according to the standards of the People's Federation, they are obviously not professional, and some are not even quack doctors. They just watched one or two online classes on the VM before taking up their jobs.

But even so, they who know how to bandage and stop bleeding are much better than those tribal witch doctors who use remedies to treat diseases.

Physician requirements are generally low for the people of the Wasteland.

Not to mention cure, it is good to ensure that you will not die.

There are more than fifty single wooden single beds in the spacious room, which are full of people at the moment.

These people are the backbone of the guard, many of them are veterans who have experienced more than two battles, and some have even been following Chu Guang since several versions ago.

And the reason why they lie here, of course, is not because of injury or illness, but because they voluntarily participated in the experiment in the medical laboratory of Vault 404, and were injected with induced expression serum.

Nurses in long white coats walked around, asking everyone about their clinical response and recording key information and characteristics on the VM.

"Clinical studies have shown that there is a high probability of awakening between the ages of 15 and 30, and the probability of awakening will gradually decrease after that... These differentiation-inducing serums have solved a lot of my confusion." Standing next to Chu Guang, Heya, like before, will A tablet was handed to Chu Guang's hand, and she talked about her discovery with a beaming expression.

Chu Guang couldn't understand her thesis and the colorful charts as before, but he politely browsed the contents on the tablet and said straight to the point.

"I'm not interested in things that are too professional. You can tell me the conclusion directly, such as what the probability is."

Heya: "The probability of the first shot is 27%, the probability of the second shot is 15%, the probability of the third shot is 9%, and the probability of the fourth shot is 3%... Of course, this is only a theoretical estimate, and the statistical probability is different. The sample of the current experiment There are too few, and there is so much uncertainty about the selective expression of genes that I can't give you an absolutely accurate figure."

If you can't wake up with one injection, you can still get a second injection?

A slightly surprised expression appeared on Chu Guang's face.

"What about the side effects?"

Heya: "Fever will continue for 2-3 days after the injection, accompanied by symptoms such as muscle weakness and drowsiness, but it is generally safe. As for other side effects... In addition to being more difficult to give birth to offspring, others have not been found for the time being, but they cannot be ruled out. There will be in the future, so I do not recommend that you promote it on a large scale in the whole society, after all, I have never heard of this thing in Prosperity Era, and most of it is a semi-finished product that researchers themselves can’t make up on.”

Chu Guang coughed lightly.

"I don't need you to tell me this."

The yield of induced expression serum is very small, about 20 per day, and it seems that it can only be produced through the black box.

Considering that the cold fusion battery used in the black box is a non-renewable resource, the hidden cost of this needle may be much more expensive than it actually looks.

Whether in terms of yield, cost of production, or a deeper social dimension, this serum is not suitable for large-scale deployment.

"By the way, what about the residents of the shelter? Did you react after the injection?"

Chu Guang remembered that the experimenter who injected the reagent first seemed to be the lucky player who won the special prize in the celebration event. Some of them had not awakened, and some had awakened, a total of 20 people.

After all, players can be resurrected. Even if there is a problem, it can be explained by "I'm sorry for the server bug", and at most, I will give some compensation later.

There is compensation for the P&T server, which is already the conscience of the industry!

Heya: "According to clinical observations, the effect of this serum on the first batch of experimenters was limited, to the point of being negligible."

"I personally speculate that this may be related to the particularity of the DNA itself of the residents of your refuge. The expression level of your DNA itself is very high, and there is a stable and rigorous evolutionary route... This is what I am most curious about."

After listening to Heya's statement, Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully.

He tried to understand.

The effect of this inducing serum is probably similar to a catalyst, allowing people who have the potential to awaken more quickly, but it has little effect on those who have awakened.

The clones produced in Refuge 404 are very special. Since they use specific enhanced genes, their compatibility with this serum is very low.

To put it simply, this serum is mainly used to improve the physical function of the aborigines, but this improvement is quite random.

Some people feel stronger, some just feel faster, or both, but neither.

"understood."

Chu Guang returned the tablet in his hand to Heya, walked into the ward, and came to the bed closest to the door.

A small boy lay there, staring straight at the ceiling, as if in a daze.

Chu Guang recognized this person as a fourteen-year-old boy who had followed him since he was rescued from the Blood Hand clan's dungeon, and was also the youngest member of the guard.

If he had traveled through the previous civilized society, this young man who had not grown his hair would probably not even be a high school boy.

But in the wasteland world where human life is like a must, many of his peers have become fathers.

"How does it feel?"

Hearing the sound coming from the side, the young man twisted his neck. The moment he saw Chu Guang's face, his confused eyes suddenly came to his senses.

"Master Manager?! Why are you here?"

Hearing this voice, other people in the ward also cast their surprised glances here.

In addition to being surprised, Lu Bei was about to get out of bed, but Chu Guang stopped him.

"You don't have to be so grand, just tell me how you feel."

After saying this, Chu Guang glanced at the other people in the ward, indicating that they don't need to care about him, and then continued to look at Lu Bei.

Seeing the manager who came to visit him, Lu Bei's face was flushed with excitement, and he said energetically.

"My lord, I feel so good now!"

Chu Guang nodded and looked at him who was resting in bed and said seriously.

"Thank you for your contribution to the new league. If you have any physical discomfort in the future, the league will take care of you for the rest of your life."

Lu Bei, who was sitting on the bed, nodded slightly.

"Please don't say that. It's my honor to share your worries! What's more, I feel that I am much stronger now than before! If I face predators again... I will definitely not be as embarrassed as I used to be."

The New Year's Eve attack took a heavy toll on the Guard, and he lost an old friend who had taken good care of him in that battle.

Chu Guang put his hand on his shoulder, patted it lightly, and comforted him.

"You have done a good job, so you don't have to be too harsh on yourself. And even if you have acquired a stronger ability, remember that you can't take it lightly, let alone use it to do evil."

After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

"I plan to form a special unit, which is independent of the Guards, and its name is... Guards Corps. This team will be composed of Awakeneds. Would you like to join?"

Lu Bei's waist was straight, his right hand clenched his fist against his left chest, and his eyes were bright.

"I do! You saved my life. Even if you let me die, I will never frown!"

Chu Guang looked at him and nodded lightly, and said in a gentle voice.

"I will remember your loyalty."

"Rest now."

The first batch of serum was all injected, fifty participants in the experiment, and only sixteen were awakened.

The remaining thirty-four unawakened people still have three injection opportunities, and it is up to them to decide whether to continue participating in the experiment.

But no one gave up at all.

This kind of opportunity to become stronger, if there is no dose limit, they can't wait to increase the dose and finish four injections at one time.

Counting the four seasoned veterans selected from the awakened guards, Chu Guang planned to organize these twenty people into an independent corps.

In fact, it was not an idea that Chu Guang came up with temporarily, but a similar plan had been made long before the beta version was unlocked.

Awakenings are rare in the wasteland, but they are by no means rare. Before getting the serum, there were more than a dozen people in the guard who were naturally awakened.

However, natural awakeners are different from players who have accumulated development progress. Most of the awakening abilities are irregular, and the quality is relatively average. It is rare for players to specialize in the growth of a certain attribute.

But one thing is certain, the Awakened has a natural fighting power and battlefield survivability that is stronger than ordinary people.

The equivalent of a super soldier!

Chu Guang plans to select the most loyal soldiers from the guards, inject them with serum, and equip them with 10 sets of "heavy cavalry" exoskeletons, 100 sets of light cavalry exoskeletons, and matching small drones—equivalent to half of the equipment on the B4 floor. A "Guardian Regiment" composed of wastelanders awakened!

As for the other half of the equipment on the B4 floor, Chu Guang hung it in the NPC shop and asked Boss Xia to help sell it to players who met the level requirements.

The size of this Guards regiment, Chu Guang will try to control between 100 to 120 people, equivalent to the strength of a company.

As the standing troops of the new alliance, they will assume different responsibilities from players in the battlefield, and are responsible for dealing with tasks that players are inconvenient to participate in, or are not interested in participating in.

For this unit, Chu Guang's only request was one.

That is loyalty!

In addition to the Guards Corps, Chu Guang also intends to set up the First Corps and the Second Corps of the New Alliance.

At present, the commander of the 1st Corps is Wrench, and the commander of the 2nd Corps is Liu Ding. Most of the grass-roots officers are veterans who have participated in more than two battles in the Guard and have received the guidance and training of Vanus.

Not only NPCs can join, but players can also join.

After all, not all players like the social content of MM. Many casual players like to do tasks and deal with NPCs, and experience immersive role-playing. The existence of other sand sculpture players will affect his sense of game substitution.

You let him lead the team, and he gets annoyed instead.

There are a lot of players of this type in the server, and many players have reached 5 in fighting and shooting, but their commanding skills are still 0.

why?

Because for players who don't like to lead a team, leading a team is really annoying.

It's not easy enough to remember every ID in the team, let alone build a good relationship with everyone and let everyone in the team do their own thing.

In addition to the obligations and responsibilities of the standing army, the First Corps and the Second Corps also undertake the obligation of absorbing loose players and newcomers.

Just when Chu Guang came to the ward to greet the experimenters who were injected with the "Awakening Serum", twenty heavily armed players had arrived in the eastern district of Qingquan City.

They were divided into two teams of ten, all of whom were Awakened.

A military operation jointly planned by the Burning Corps and the Jungle Corps is quietly kicking off...

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In the dark room, the broken floor was covered with moss, two coats of animal skins hung in the half-opened iron cabinet, and a yellowed booklet was thrown in the corner - it read "The Third Ecological Protection Park of Qingquan City" Visitors Guide.

This is the security room of the Third Ecological Protection Park in Qingquan City, but there have been no tourists or security guards here for a long time. There are only a group of predators who occupy the nests of magpies.

On the radio on the table, the pre-war classical music played by "The Sound of the Rock".

Sitting behind the table with his legs crossed, Tusi lazily lit a cigarette, and squinted slightly as he looked at the curling mist.

He couldn't remember how long it had been such a relaxed and comfortable day, maybe ten years, maybe more than ten years.

He had the habit of writing a diary before, but he couldn't remember those two words clearly, so he gave up after trying a few times.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the door.

Tusi skillfully opened the drawer where the revolver was placed, and his eyebrows slackened slightly until he saw his confidant appearing at the door.

But the drawer was not tucked back.

"Boss, the goods for the next transaction are ready." The man in the animal skin coat bowed his head slightly, his qiujie muscles looked at Kong Wu's strength, but he didn't look very smart no matter how he looked.

Hearing that the goods were completed, Tusi opened his squinted eyes slightly, and lowered his legs on the table.

"Take me over there."

The strong man nodded respectfully.

"Okay, boss."

The two walked through the corridor one after the other and came downstairs.

There is a circular corridor here. The center of the corridor is as big as a playground. The fiberglass wall connects the floor and ceiling, completely isolating the space inside from the outside world.

In the pre-war era, it was home to the rare animals that the children loved, and now it is used as a prison for slaves by looters here.

Workbenches were laid out in the open space, and a scrawny, scantily clad slave sat in front of the workbench. The most expensive equipment on his body was probably only two latex gloves.

With their hands like reed sticks, they picked up a mass of red fungus from the wooden frame beside them, put them in a petri dish, and carefully separated the active ingredients, for fear of making a wrong step.

Marauders with iron-barreled rifles stood by, watching them eagerly.

It is worth mentioning that the red fungus in the hands of these slaves is not a mutant slime mold, and there is absolutely no relationship between the two.

The thumb-sized red mycelium was tangled like noodles, and because it looked like a brain flower at first glance, it was called a brain fungus or a brain mushroom by the wastelanders.

This type of fungus usually grows under some trees with high iron content, and it is difficult to cultivate artificially because it releases red spores with a strong hallucinogenic effect when picked, which also leads to the use of brain fungus as a raw material. Drugs with stimulant properties such as "Dali Pill" and "Jianjian Ling" are expensive.

Interestingly, though, the red spores have little effect on the iron-backed ape, so it is occasionally eaten as a fruit by the iron-backed ape.

Thanks to the blue jackets stationed here before, and thanks to their good thing called "mind interference field", Tusi made a lot of chips by calling the monkeys outside.

Those monkeys are much easier to use than slaves. Not only can they help him gather materials for making medicines, but they can also help him fight the autumn wind everywhere. The only drawback is that they are not very smart. Using bows and arrows, spears and Molotov cocktails are already acceptable to them. limit.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have to keep those slaves in the cage, and let the monkeys dispense the medicine directly, and he could save two buckets of nutritional ointment every day.

Tusi's men moved boxes of small white medicine bottles out of the "cage", leaving only two buckets full of green mucus, and knocked on the butts of their guns.

That clanging sound was like some kind of signal.

Hearing this voice, the slaves rushed towards the two iron buckets like starving mad dogs, grabbing the nutritional ointment of unknown composition with their hands and stuffing them into their mouths.

The two predators guarding the entrance looked sarcastically at these slaves who robbed food like pigs and closed the door of the "cage".

As the leader or boss of this group of predators, Tusi had no interest in those slaves, and his attention was all on the ten boxes in front of him.

Ten boxes of "Dali Pills", a total of 50 kilograms of goods.

Not only the mercenaries like to take advantage of these things, but also the nobles in the inner city of the Stone City consume a lot. After all, their effects are immediate, not only in combat, but also outside of combat.

Only side effects.

It's just bloodshot eyes. As long as you don't eat one bottle at a time, you don't have to worry about any major problems.

"...The dagger gang in Boulder City is very interested in our goods, and they expressed their willingness to pay us 3,000 chips." The man with a prosthetic eye in his left eye looked at Tusi and bowed respectfully.

His name is Kunke, and he is also a fan of Dali Pills, but since he got an eyeball, he has given up on it.

After hearing the offer from the Dagger Gang, Tusi immediately cursed in a fit of rage.

"These vampires who charge sky-high prices are getting more and more outrageous! Don't think I don't know, a 1.2g tablet can sell for 10 chips!"

"Tell them that 100 chips per kilo is the bottom line, and 5,000 chips are not less than a penny! If they don't want to, we'll go to someone else. Also, in addition to women, food, sugar, soap, and nutritional cream, Let them bring more guns next time, don't think about fooling Lao Tzu with those iron pipes."

A new alliance was suddenly formed in the north.

Tusi didn't care much at first. After all, Qingquan City is so big, and it takes more than 20 kilometers to come from the east bank of Linghu Lake in a straight line, and these 20 kilometers may be more difficult than the mountain road.

His stronghold is hidden in the "Old Forest in the Deep Mountains". When ordinary wastelanders see such dense vegetation, their first reaction is to walk around, and they will never think of drilling into it.

It is precisely because of this that when the Bone-chewing tribe came over, he didn't worry about it, and he joined them as a big deal.

However, the recent news of the annexation of Brown Farm, a group of people clamoring for the abolition of slavery and the expulsion of looters, made Tus vaguely uneasy.

Abolish slavery?

Drive out predators?

Are these people fed up?

And how do they know who the predators are?

Especially when five uninvited guests came outside yesterday, and his subordinates reported to him that those people were wearing two sets of exoskeletons, which made Tusi even more alert.

Maybe these people are from the northern suburbs!

Considering that he might fight those blue jackets who have problems with their brains in the future, he felt that he couldn't always focus on bringing his subordinates to have fun together, and he had to consider hoarding some weapons to protect himself.

If conditions permit, he even considers equipping the monkeys with some guns.

Kunke nodded solemnly.

"Good boss."

Looking at Kunke walking outside the door, Tusi's brows stretched slightly, and he picked up a bottle of Dali Pill from the box and stuffed it into his pocket, ready to go back to the bedroom to rest for a while.

However, at this moment, there was a loud explosion outside, and the walls and the ground were shaken for a while.

The slaves who were crowding in front of the iron barrels raised their heads and looked around in horror. The looters guarding the door of the cage also had nervous expressions on their faces, clenching the rifles in their hands.

Holding on to the handrail of the corridor and standing firm, Tusi glanced left and right angrily, grabbed his confidant and roared.

"what happened?"

The confidant was also bewildered.

On the one hand, he was shocked by the sound of the explosion, and on the other hand, he was yelled at by the boss.

"I, I'll go outside and have a look."

"Go!"

Tusi kicked his **** and rushed upstairs cursingly.

The explosion seemed to kick off the performance.

A series of explosions sounded around the ecological protection park, and the shudder of the floor climbed all the way from the soles of his shoes to his liver.

Even if he was stupid, Tusi knew what was going on outside.

Back in the security room, which he used as his office, he grabbed the walkie-talkie on the desk, flipped the switch, and yelled loudly.

"Enemy attack!"

"I don't care where you are now or what you are doing, just pick up the guy and get out of your room immediately, get ready to fight!"

"Never let them take our baby away!"

"no way!"

The corridors of the ecological protection park are filled with harsh radio sounds.

The confidant who was sent outside to inquire about the information just pushed open the iron gate of the rooftop, and a cannonball landed in the forest 100 meters away.

boom-!

The flames flickered, sending billows of smoke and rubble.

Frightened by the sound of the explosion, he buried his head, and the looter was short and daring to trot forward all the way, along the curved railing, and finally touched the tower made of wood and steel.

The entire dome-shaped ecological garden is covered with vegetation, and the tower hidden here is as inconspicuous as a branch in the woods.

The looter rushed up, just about to scold the scouts standing guard, but found that behind the cane-woven concealment, there was only a corpse with a hole in its head.

His hands and feet were cold, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead instantly.

Just as he was about to turn back with his hair on his back, his chest seemed to have hit a truck and was pushed to the ground by the huge kinetic energy.

"Two... grass! Brother Fang really guessed it right." Ye Shi, who was lying on the roof of the half-collapsed building, pulled the bolt and pulled out the smoking cartridge case.

"Well... it's not entirely a guess," Fang Chang, who held the telescope in his hand, carefully observed the building in front of the viewer, and analyzed, "If it's just bows and arrows and steel bars, those monkeys even have Molotov cocktails, and the bottles can be picked up. , but the fuel can't always be made by the monkeys themselves."

Old Bai also nodded.

"Well, and those monkeys are only active in the forest, but they suddenly started when we approached the ecological park. There is always a deliberate feeling."

Gu Feng did not speak. He controlled the drone and helped the player who was behind the gun to correct the coordinates.

Because the vegetation below was too dense to determine the exact location of the Ironback Ape, they chose the tactic of spreading the barrage.

Sixteen rounds of salvos ended.

A total of thirty-two 88mm mortar shells were fired.

The player in charge of the artillery hid the mortar in the building next to it, put on equipment and prepared to go to the front line.

At the same time, the roar of the propellers came from the sky, and a wooden plane flying with wings appeared in the players' field of vision.

"Mosquitoes! Damn! Mosquitoes are finally here."

Quit smoking excitedly waved towards the sky.

Seeing his teammates, Mosquito gave a thumbs up with a smile, then pulled on his self-made goggles, held the joystick with both hands and pulled the nose up. .

Not much to say about killing chickens in the middle of the night, a shiny one-handed axe and a spray gun with a barrel thicker than a fist appeared, beckoning the brothers to prepare for battle.

All members of the jungle corps are equipped with cheap and easy-to-use KV-1 exoskeletons. Except for the head of the army, almost everyone has an LD-47 light machine gun, each of which looks like a Rambo.

The Burning Corps is a mix of multiple arms, including heavy infantry serving as mobile bunkers and ammo boxes, light infantry with high mobility, and even non-human players.

Players like Fang Chang and Kuang Feng, who are good at using personalized equipment, also brought the Pu-9 submachine guns that "fight against people" this time, and were ready to sweep the building.

Junk Jun slapped the ground with his tail excitedly, and the steel claws tied to his arms flashed coldly.

The amber pupils contracted, and a bloodthirsty roar emanated from the open fangs.

"Time to kill!"