Noisy electric current sound
"Hello everyone, this is the voice of Boulder City. Before broadcasting the planting skills of Kamu trees and the scavengers' way to get rich, please allow me to interrupt and broadcast a piece of news that is popular to hear and hear."
"Just to our north, near the Garden Street subway station on the edge of the fifth ring line of Qingquan City, our Captain Pritt led his Black Snake Mercenary Group and finally swung the butcher knife at the group of country bumpkins in the northern suburbs."
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really tragic. At the same time when the country bumpkins lit the gunpowder barrel and blew the gnawers into the sky, our despicable Captain Pritt opened fire. Without even a word of greeting, those people fell like green wheat hit by frost. Those poor guys worked hard for a week for the treasure hidden under the subway. Now not only did they make the treasure someone else's wedding dress, but they even lost their lives!"
"This once again shows how important it is to choose a reliable bodyguard to ensure your safety! Unfortunately, there are no reliable military contractors to recommend today because no one pays for it! However, although there are no military contractors to recommend, this channel has specially launched a prize-winning guessing session!"
"1. What good things are hidden under the Garden Street subway station?"
"2. How many people did Captain Pritt kill in total?"
"3. How many casualties did the Black Snake Mercenary Group suffer?"
"The Boulder City Central Casino provides a guarantee for this bet. You only need one chip to participate in the entire bet! If you answer all three questions correctly, you will win the first prize worth a total of 100,000 chips, as well as a VIP room in the Central Casino Hotel for three nights. Those who want to get rich should act quickly! Opportunities are rare and will never come again!"
The old radio placed on the bar repeatedly played the oily noise.
The smell of burning low-quality tobacco mixed with the pungent alcohol almost blocked the throats of rookies who came here for the first time. The poles on the dance floor are always empty. Even the cheapest dancers can't stand the filthy air here. Only drunkards occasionally go up to perform impromptu.
This is the Two-Tailed Rat Tavern, one of the hundreds of taverns in Boulder City, and also the most inconspicuous one hidden deep in the sewer alleys.
The customers who come in and out of this place are all mercenaries and scavengers living in nearby basements or cheap hotels. The watered-down beer sold here is very popular. You only need 1 chip to sit at the bar and forget your troubles for a whole night. As long as you are thick-skinned enough, no one can drive you away.
Of course, if you think the taste of watered-down beer is too light, you can also choose the equally cheap industrial alcohol. Drinking a small amount will be fine, but be careful not to be picked up by other men.
It is not ruled out that some people do it on purpose, but if you don't have a special hobby or are ready to rob the thieves, don't do it. There are no security guards here. The bartender is only responsible for selling alcohol, washing cups and cleaning the floor. As long as no one dies, the guards outside will not care much.
Listening to the voice on the radio, a group of mercenaries shouted loudly, with naked envy in their words.
"Captain Plitt? Hahaha, this despicable guy has fallen to the point of attacking a group of scavengers!"
"Shh, don't let his old acquaintances hear you. You are not the host of the Voice of Boulder City, and you have a big boss to protect you."
"Garden Street Subway Station? A place I have never heard of."
"No matter what it is, what good things can there be in the northern suburbs? The scavengers there would like to lick the moss off the wall!"
"I'll bet 10 chips! I bet that all members of the Black Snake Mercenary Group will be unharmed!"
"The odds are too high, there is no guarantee that they will not set up a game... I bet that one of them will die."
Although the Black Snake Mercenary Group is not the most famous in Boulder City, and their leader Plitt is by no means a top-notch strongman, it depends on who they are compared with.
To deal with a group of country bumpkins hiding in the northern suburbs eating garbage, scavengers who can't even get a few iron rifles together, let alone the Black Snake Mercenaries who are armed to the teeth, everyone sitting here is confident enough to teach them a lesson.
Almost no one doubts that Pritt and his brothers will win.
The only suspense is whether there will be unprecedented casualties in the end, and what is hidden under the Garden Street subway station.
Not only the idle people in Boulder City are curious, but Pritt's heart is also full of curiosity.
However, the employer did not tell him much about the details of the mission, only asking him to pay attention to the power armor in Shelter No. 117 and a black suitcase.
Pritt actually wanted to know, since the employer knew the situation inside very well, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, why didn't he take them away at that time.
However, as a hired armed force, he did not have the power to say anything about the employer, and he had never even met the employer.
So far, the only things he received from his employer were a deposit paid by an armed broker and a magnetic card for opening the door.
Perhaps after the mission was successfully completed, his employer would treat him to a drink.
He was a big boss who could afford the plane ticket.
It would be nice if he had a chance to meet him.
"Teams A and B follow me forward, and Team C will deploy along the street to eliminate all survivors approaching this area."
"Carl will be watching upstairs. If you find a target worth shooting, you are allowed to open fire without exposing your position."
"We are only four kilometers away from their base. A power armor plus a dozen lives are enough to drive them crazy."
"Quick battle, quick decision, everyone move! Quick!"
Fifteen broken bodies were lying crookedly on the street, together with the killed gnawers.
Pritt, who reloaded his rifle, made a neat forward gesture and personally led the other three members of Team A to advance towards the bottom of the subway station.
Knowing in advance that the other side had an intuitive awakener, Pritt deployed three teams 500 meters away while the survivors were setting up their formation.
When the gunpowder barrel exploded and the survivors rushed forward with cold weapons, he immediately ordered the three teams to open fire, releasing the firepower in the gun barrels from three directions at the same time.
It was almost a one-sided massacre.
Those survivors who were fighting with the aliens with cold weapons had no power to fight back at all!
Except for a few people who hid in the subway station, the rest were either shot to death or fell to the ground and bitten to death by the gnawers.
It was a textbook surprise attack.
Everything went well and it was not even worth celebrating.
Eight tactical flashlights lit up at the same time, illuminating the space in the subway station like daylight.
The cracked concrete walls were covered with slime mold, and dust floated in the cold air, mixed with a smell of decay.
Wherever there are gnawers, you can see traces of mutant slime mold.
The complex and diverse ecological environment on the wasteland provides a lot of nutrition for it, and the remains and even excrement of all organisms may become a breeding ground for its reproduction.
There are eight people in the two teams A and B.
Under the leadership of Captain Pritt, the group carefully advanced in the direction of Shelter No. 117, and the muzzles of the guns spewed out flames from time to time, harvesting the few gnawers that blocked the road.
Thanks to the efforts of these survivors for several consecutive days, they pushed from the security checkpoint to the edge of the platform with almost no effort.
The carriages were crookedly squeezed together, almost blocking the tunnel. It can be seen that there seemed to be a serious traffic accident here.
However, what happened more than two hundred years ago had nothing to do with Pritt and others.
The entrance to Shelter No. 117 is in the middle of the tunnel.
They only have the last 300 meters to the finish line.
Victory is in sight!
At the same time, in the abandoned carriage that was stranded next to the platform.
The three players who survived by chance held their breath subconsciously as they heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and dared not breathe.
The beam of the flashlight shone into the carriage from the platform, almost brushing against their scalps, but fortunately they did not find anything. After searching for a while, the flashlight swept towards the front of the carriage.
The sudden sound of gunfire made the three players tense up.
However, the bullet was not aimed at them, but at the gnawer that was wandering in the front of the carriage.
Along with the sound of the shell falling and the gnawer falling to the ground, the hurried footsteps and lights stepped into the next carriage, and then passed through the broken shell and stepped into the tunnel.
Listening to the footsteps getting farther and farther away, the three finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the mole leaning on the carriage couldn't help but whispered.
"Mosquito, what sequence are you in?"
"Agility!"
"Damn, how come you are also an agility type?"
"I heard that agility types run fast..."
"MMP, now it's good, the three of us agility types are here, squatting in the subway like blind people," Zhang Hai cursed, covering his butt with blood on his right hand, "Who of you has a bandage for me to use."
Mosquito and Mole looked at each other and looked at the newbies who had done a lot of this.
"Why don't you just rush over and deliver it?"
"If you have anything valuable, you can leave it with me now, and I'll help you take it back."
Zhang Hai changed his hand and rolled his eyes.
"Get out, I haven't saved the game yet. If you die here, today's progress will not be lost?"
Ignoring this guy, Mosquito looked at Mole.
"What should I do now?"
Mole gritted his teeth and fell into deep thought.
"It's difficult... This group of people are too well-equipped, and we don't have good equipment to go out with. If we go out rashly, we will definitely die."
Mosquito couldn't help but say.
"So we just watch them and intercept our mission?"
Zhang Hai, who was holding his butt to stop the bleeding, suddenly said.
"That may not be the case."
The two looked at him and asked at the same time.
"What do you mean?"
Zhang Hai said with a grin.
"I've been running this road for a long time, and there is a crawler hiding in it. I thought that guy was not easy to deal with, so I ignored it. If they go a little further, they will definitely meet it. As long as we follow them secretly, we may be able to find a loophole."
Mosquito's eyes lit up, and even Mole couldn't help but praise him.
"That's a good idea."
However, before he finished speaking, a shrill roar came from the front of the tunnel, followed by a loud explosion.
The three of them were startled, and they quickly half-crouched and half-poked their heads out to look forward.
In front of the tunnel, a raging fire was burning.
A mercenary was half-crouching in the middle of the tunnel, carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulder, and not far in front of him was the crawler!
The faces of the three people changed at the same time.
"Fuck..."
"Fuck, they even have a rocket launcher?!"
Zhang Hai, who was covering his butt, was stunned and muttered.
"It's over, it's all over now."
If even the crawler can't stop them
However, at this moment, the VMs of Mosquito and Mole were all shaken.
The two quickly turned on the screen, and almost at the moment they looked at the screen, their faces almost simultaneously showed surprise and unbelievable surprise.
Zhang Hai didn't have a VM, so he curiously moved over.
"What's going on? Let me see it too... Shit?!"
There was a task pop-up window on the screen.
[Bounty Task: Red Name Bounty]
[Description: A group of shameless people attacked and brutally killed our companions. Their location has been marked on the map, and the image information has been updated in the task bar. Take them down, regardless of life or death! ]
[Reward: 200 silver coins and 200 contributions for each target]
Seeing this reward, Zhang Hai wanted to poke his eyes into the screen.
200 silver coins! ?
Is this the world of the strong? !
…
At the entrance of Garden Street subway station.
Lambert, holding a light machine gun, glanced at the pile of corpses on the ground, then looked at the cold and quiet street in the distance, and took a deep breath slowly.
At this time, the voice of his teammates came from the communication channel.
"Damn... it's too quiet here."
"It's winter after all, and it snowed a little just now."
"Do you think those people will come?"
"Maybe, maybe not, I hope they don't come to die. Everything is going up in price in this weather, and bullets are not cheap."
Lambert didn't say anything.
Although he agreed with this statement, it seemed impossible not to fight.
A dozen lives.
It's nothing for Boulder City, but for the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs, the death of so many young and middle-aged people is enough to make them lose their minds.
When they retreat later, there will probably be a bloody battle.
At this moment, Carl's voice came from the communication channel.
"...Team C, pay attention, a suspected hostile target is approaching you."
"Direction?"
"North direction... No, wait... Not just the north, there is also a team on the west side." Carl's voice was a little surprised, and he continued, "They seem to be divided into groups of three or four people. You'd better be careful. These people are very organized. Although their equipment is not sophisticated, it is much better than the rookies we just cleared out."
"Can you confirm the number of people?"
"About thirty."
Hearing that there were only thirty, the four members of Team C who stayed on the surface breathed a sigh of relief.
The team leader said in the communication channel.
"Help us keep a close eye on it. If there are high-threat targets, help us take them down."
Carl replied.
"No problem, I'm watching, be careful."
Only thirty.
Although it was a little more, it did not exceed their expectations.
The only thing that surprised Lambert was that these people responded faster than he thought.
It is at least four kilometers from Linghu Wetland Park to here.
Given the complex traffic environment in the wasteland, unless they rushed here as soon as the gunshots sounded, it would be impossible for them to enter Carl's field of vision so quickly.
Mobilizing so many people in such a short time.
How did they do it?
...
Lambert will never figure this out.
Dozens of players were disconnected intensively. Chu Guang felt that something was wrong as soon as the attack occurred, and immediately transferred the Hummingbird drone deployed at the outpost.
Looking at the crooked corpses on the ground, Chu Guang, who was planning the relocation of the No. 81 Steel Plant, was furious.
Where did this bastard come from!
Dare to touch my ruins?
Chu Guang threw a task mark on the map without saying a word, and set a red name bounty for all the targets tracked by the drone!
At the same time, almost all players who were near the outpost and had VMs received a pop-up window for the bounty task.
Almost everyone's eyes widened at the same time.
200 silver and 200 tribute for one head!
Did the administrator really not press an extra 0 when issuing the task? !
Shelter B2 floor, central square.
Tail, who had just come back to life, pulled Sisi and excitedly shook the VM in his hand and said.
"Si! Quick, quick, look at the VM! This task is so awesome, and the name is still red! Let's do it!"
Sisi, who was being pulled and swayed, looked a little listless.
"Awei, are you sure? We just lived for a few minutes."
"What does it matter? Tail feels in great shape! Si, cheer up, you've slept for three whole days!"
It's okay to sleep for three days.
Without the helmet, she didn't know how she survived these three days. She couldn't sleep with her eyes open at night, and felt like she was floating in the sky during the day.
Looking at the energetic Tail, Sisi sighed and said.
"I'm talking to you... Did you get the wrong real world?"
Tail said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter! The real world is weak!"
Sisi: "..."
Greenhouse ruins.
Ye Shi, who was eating dry food, suddenly jumped up as if he had discovered a new world.
"Fuck, Fang Chang! Look at the VM!"
"I saw it," Fang Chang, who was sitting on the ground, stared at the VM screen and rubbed his chin with his right hand, lost in thought, "But it's strange, why would NPCs also have red names?"
"Is this kind of thing important? 200 silver per head." Kuangfeng's eyes were bright, and his right hand was already thirsty.
"Indeed, we can't pretend that we didn't see this reward... By the way," Fang Chang looked at Ye Shi, "I remember you said in the group yesterday that when you went to watch the battle over there, you found someone staring at them?"
Ye Shi scratched the back of his head.
"Well, I'm not sure actually, but I suddenly felt like I was being stared at by something."
Fang Chang was silent for a while, and suddenly nodded.
"Well, if my analysis is correct, we may have missed a hidden branch."
The three of them were stunned.
Especially Ye Shi.
"What, what do you mean."
Fang Chang thought: "Nothing, I just feel that the people who targeted you yesterday are likely to be in the same group as the red-named units that attacked the mole today."
Ye Shi was shocked: "Damn, is this game so real?"
"It's just a guess. As for what it is, I'm afraid only Brother Guang knows. In short, pay more attention to such clues in the future, maybe there will be great gains."
As he said, Fang Chang got up from the ground, reached out and picked up the mechanical compound bow leaning against the wall, hooked his index finger on the bowstring, and gently pulled it like a warm-up.
"Let's go."
"The hunt is about to begin."
During the time they were chatting, a hundred people had already accepted the task, more than half of them were LV5, and the number was still rising.
Fortunately, half of the people on the server went to the new map.
Otherwise, there are only these twelve goals.
If you go too late, you might not even get a bowl of soup!