The unique sound of hydraulic machinery echoed in the deep cave. Large groups of steam gushed out from the exhaust duct hidden behind the rocks as the gear-shaped gate, with a diameter of three meters and shining blue light of high-strength alloy steel, slowly moved towards the mountain. The gate sank in, retracted a full meter, and then rolled to the side, retracting into the mountain wall to reveal a deep passage.
Even though the light was dim, William still saw several weapon terminals hidden in the mountain and suspended from the ceiling at the inner end of the passage through the heavy steam. The main attack system visible on the terminal was a miniature automatic machine gun. The angles of the black barrels were very particular. If one were to calculate the impact point, they would find that the firepower net had tightly sealed the entire passage. There were two different lenses on the top, which appeared to be visible light and infrared sensors. In the old days, this kind of defense was excellent, but now powerful species that could withstand the strafing of miniature machine guns were constantly appearing, and the old-style weapon terminals were obviously outdated.
"Hi Turner! It's good to see you back intact!" As soon as the group walked out of the passage, a tall black man with a height of two meters approached and gave Turner a strong hug.
Turner returned an equally powerful hug, and said, "If it wasn't for William, then it wouldn't be a question of whether we could come back intact. You'd only find our remains in the rotten wolf's feces."
Following Turner's gaze, the black man saw William standing at the end of the queue. He strode over, stretched out his hand, showed his white teeth, and said with a smile, "My name is Tony! I'm the logistics director of Base N11. You saved Turner, and that makes you my friend. Welcome to Base N11!"
After a simple scan and quarantine, the soldiers who had been out on missions for more than half a month disbanded on the spot and returned to their respective residences to recuperate. Because of his achievements in saving the entire Turner team and the hunter and mercenary license issued by Penn Corporation, William received high-standard treatment. Not only did he have a separate room, but he could also purchase supplies at the base's internal price.
The N11 base was not too large, with only around 400 residents. Since there was no extra space, not only had the review of residence qualifications become almost harsh in recent years, but the number and standards of foreign guests were also subject to specific and cumbersome regulations.
In the old days, the N11 base was one of many nuclear, biological, and chemical defense shelters, with the area number N11. In terms of scale, it was a micro-shelter, but it had internal drinking water, food, defense, medical care, and air self-purification systems. In any country, a shelter that could defend against nuclear war and had complete self-survival capabilities would not be prepared for civilians. The equipment inside was, of course, advanced and would be replaced regularly.
When the war broke out without warning, the N11 shelter was not even opened in time, and none of the rich and powerful who had the authority made it to the shelter. When the automatic defense mechanism activated and the N11 shelter closed itself, there were only sixteen staff members in charge of daily maintenance inside.
After fifteen long years, the refuge was reopened according to the set procedure. By then, the old era had been buried under endless ruins, and the turbulent new era had just awakened.
Base N11 replaced Vault N11, just as a new age replaced an old one.
William closed his eyes, letting the powerful water wash over his body while replaying the brief history of the N11 base in his mind. The base had complete functions and was divided into four parts: living area, logistics area, military area, and central control area. There was an emergency exit at the rear of the base, which led to a natural cavern said to connect to the abandoned subway network a few kilometers away. Those underground passages had already become a paradise for countless dangerous creatures. Therefore, on the identification map of the N11 base, that area was marked with "Danger" in eye-catching red.
The brief shower lasted only two minutes and used up a total of fifty yuan, which was still the internal price of the base. The currency of the new era was not equivalent to that of the old era. Only various coins could be circulated and were difficult to counterfeit. So fifty yuan was an unbearable figure for ordinary people, even for the residents of the base. Even if money was not an issue, the time for showering should not be too long. Although the water used for showering had been treated and the radiation level had been greatly reduced, it was still far from the level of drinking water. Despite all the restrictions and high costs, being able to take a bath was still the most proud welfare the base residents.
The water flow from the sprinklers quickly diminished and eventually stopped. The last drop of water fell with some reluctance, and a small water splash popped up on the smooth, jade-like skin of William's shoulders, then flowed down along the smooth curve of the skin. However, by the time it reached the waist, the drop of water had completely disappeared, absorbed by the skin.
Therefore, when the shower was over, Su's body was barely stained with water. He simply wiped his body and then wrapped bandages around it. He had checked the room carefully to make sure there were no detection devices, and presumably, no one would have noticed that the shower was missing a few gallons. After all, this was just recycled water that could not be drunk.
The physical condition has been self-checked in the shower, and the next step is to check the firearms, ammunition stock, and money on the body, and then draw up the action plan for the next stage and supplement the supplies needed for the action. This is what William always does every time he arrives at a new habitat.
There are still many ordinary heavy machine bullets used in the modified rifle, but there are only three handmade special bullets left. This must be made up to more than 20 rounds. The modified revolver used the old-fashioned 5.56mm rifle ammunition. It is not difficult to find. The base should have ample supply and the price is fair.
"It's only 110 yuan?" William counted the coins one by one, his pretty eyebrows slightly frowned. This little money may only be enough to replenish water and ammunition, and it is far from his goal: the RF series rifle produced by Lockheed Martin. As the entry-level product of firearms in the new era, the basic model of the RF series rifles costs 3,000 yuan, and various additional subsystems are even more expensive than the rifle itself. Produced by a large company, a primary genetic modification drug that can provide a complete evolution point costs 10,000 yuan a piece, and this is a general-purpose drug. And those formulated medicines with stable effects, mature dosage forms, and the ability to directly produce specific abilities, even the lowest price is at least several times that of general-purpose medicines.
Agility is one of the most important qualities for survival in the wild. No one wants to carry tens of thousands of coins across the wilderness. Various companies and organizations are also developing their own credit bureaus and even issuing banknotes and credit cards. Yet they face the same problems, and don't expect competitors to acknowledge their credit. Gradually, in this era without banks, barter has become the main means of exchange. Firearms, weapons, and ammunition can all become semi-universal currencies, while genetic modification medicines have actually become some kind of currency with a large face value. currency. Of course, this currency is very fragile and cannot last long.
William's luggage was very simple, a standard military water bottle, bullet pouch, and a miscellaneous bag that was only ten centimeters long and five centimeters wide, used to store money, medicines and other sundries. These can be easily hung on the belt without affecting mobility. Whether it is a hunter or a mercenary, less weight often means more chances of survival. William grabbed a piece of paper casually, drew a pattern with a few strokes, marked the corresponding data, and went out.
Following the signs on the passage wall, William easily found the logistics area. The few residents who met along the way greeted him proactively. To them, this young man with light blonde hair was just dressed a little strangely, but not to mention his rank as a third-tier sniper. His outstanding ability, not to mention the license issued by Penn Corporation, but just the beautiful left eye full of mysterious charm is enough to offset the influence of the bandages all over his body. After finally entering the military area, William caught sight of the big black man who was busy among a pile of firearms.
"Tony, can you make some bullets for me." William handed over the blueprint. With a sweep of his hand, Tony cleared a space on the work case full of gun parts and laid out the drawings. He just glanced at it, then grinned and said in surprise: "Hey! The recoil of this bullet can crush your shoulder! Perhaps only mutants and those who have strengthened their defenses would dare to use this bullet."
"Twenty rounds." William's green eyes showed an obvious smile, he really liked the straightforwardness and simplicity of this big man.
"Okay, twenty rounds. Anyway, you third-level guys are all perverts." Tony muttered, estimated the materials, and stretched out his big hand to William: "Ninety yuan and one day, it can't be cheaper. "For non-standard ammunition that needs to be completely handcrafted, this price is indeed very fair, and William paid most of his wealth without hesitation.
After collecting the money, Tony continued to stare at William's shoulder. He couldn't imagine how this seemingly thin and slender shoulder could withstand such a fierce recoil. No matter whether it is a person who has undergone genetic modification to enhance defense or enhance strength, they all have very obvious characteristics, and their common characteristics are overdeveloped muscles and thick bones.
Tony shook his head, determined not to bother with questions that were sure to go unanswered. In his mind, no matter what aspect the guy who has evolved to the third level is a pervert, of course, this does not include himself. Tony's third level is the specialization of gun modification, which belongs to the category of auxiliary ability domain, which is different from the five major ability domains that are more inclined to combat ability.
"Early tomorrow morning, the base committee wants to talk to you." Tony said while deploying gunpowder, "They should have some tasks for you. You know, there are not many opportunities for us to encounter third-tier mercenaries in a small base like ours. The chairman of the committee, Old Anthony, was also a fighter who strengthened the third-level firearms specialization before, but he lost an arm and half a leg in the battle against the mob ten years ago, so he retired and became the chairman of the committee. He is very kind, and Understand what a Tier 3 fighter is, so you will give appropriate tasks and appropriate rewards. I suggest you think about it."
"Thank you." William's reply was simple, but very sincere.
Tony grinned with a big mouth, his white teeth were very eye-catching: "You saved Turner, that is my friend. Tony never treats friends badly. Although..."
Tony shrugged and continued: "Although in this era, the word friend has almost been forgotten."
Another box of 5.56 high-explosive bombs was selected, and William left the military area. "Hey! If you want to have some fun, go to Red X, there are some hot girls there!" Tony shouted at William who hadn't left the house yet.
In William's perception, alcohol, hallucinogens, and women have always been synonymous with trouble. He didn't like trouble, not at all, so he ignored Tony's rather meaningful suggestion and went back to his room to rest.
After carefully locking the door, William conveniently arranged an inconspicuous small mechanism on the door, which seemed to be nothing more than a twisted wire threaded through the keyhole. Turner was quite comfortable in this base. In fact, he was also a member of the committee of seven, and William saved his life and the entire team's life. Logically speaking, William should be quite safe here.
After everything was arranged, William lay on his back on the bed, his green eyes closed, his breathing gradually slowed down, his body temperature also gradually dropped, and he entered a strange sleep state. The huge modified pistol lay by his leg, and his left hand rested lightly on it.
To William, there was one world when he was awake, and another world when he was asleep. The world belonging to the night is sometimes quiet, sometimes noisy, full of bizarre fragments, but after waking up, most of these fragments will disappear from memory.
In a brand new environment, William usually sleeps very lightly, which means that he will have a quiet and dreamless sleep, allowing him to react to any slight abnormal movements. The N11 base is, of course, a new environment, so William slept very carefully. However, today was not a dreamless night, William once again fell into that irresistible dream world.
This is a green world, everything in sight is rippling in the water waves, it seems that the whole world is immersed in the green water. Through the light waves, there are countless distorted faces, some of which are human beings, and more of them are right and wrong. These faces appeared in front of him one by one, their lips opened and closed, and the sound waves clashed and echoed, as if they were talking non-stop, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear a single word. Every time a face appears, it will bring him a completely different feeling, both itching and soreness. Most of the time, it is the pain that is everywhere and makes him want to tear himself apart!
Most of these faces appear only once, only a few appear twice, and only two appear repeatedly. However, no matter which face it was, it was blurred and completely unrecognizable. So William didn't understand why he knew which face had appeared before.
This kind of dream repeats over and over again, and as soon as he wakes up, it will disappear from his memory, so William never knows what he dreamed about. The dream was just halfway through when it was interrupted by an accident. A signal was sent out from the depths of William's consciousness, and dozens of data were instantly transmitted to all parts of his body, so his body suddenly moved 30 centimeters sideways strangely, and then he sat up suddenly, while holding the pistol in his left hand, like lightning sending it forward, it landed on the chin of the uninvited guest.
This series of actions was so fast, William's eyes didn't really open until the pistol was aimed at the target. In the darkness, his pupils shone with a faint blue light, which was the real light and the sign of low-light vision. "Who are you?" William whispered. Deliberately lowering his voice, his clear and soft voice added a subtle magnetism, but the rough pistol, which was nearly fifty centimeters long, completely ran counter to this gentle and watery voice.
The huge gun body, the super long barrel, and the palpitating muzzle make people have no doubt that at this distance, this pistol can completely smash the head of the most majestic iron-armored bear. This is not a pistol that ordinary people can use at all. The huge recoil force is comparable to that of old automatic rifles. However, the pistol was already on the intruder's chin, so there was no aiming problem. Even if it really broke William's wrist after one shot, it was after the intruder's head was blown to pieces.
The head under the muzzle looked rather slender and thin. Not to mention this extremely rough pistol, even the weakest ordinary pistol could easily shoot through it. However, few people will easily pull the trigger, especially after seeing the face of the intruder, almost all men will not pull the trigger immediately. This is a very beautiful girl. She may not be twenty years old just by her appearance. Because of the harsh environment of the new age, women appear much younger than they are, so it is possible that she is only eighteen years old or younger.
She has short chestnut hair and wheat-colored skin. Her sexy lips are painted a strange purple-gray, and a pair of beautiful big eyes are looking at William. There is panic in them, but also a little bit of excitement and anticipation. She is wearing a short leather jacket with a very low neckline and a short enough hem, revealing half of her bulging breasts and a waist without excess fat. There seems to be nothing else under the fur coat. The lower body is a pair of jeans, which cling tightly to her upturned buttocks and slender legs, like a second skin.