"…This is the Voice of Boulder City. Now I have to interrupt with a piece of news. The Black Snake Mercenary Group clashed with local survivors while on a mission in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. Although Captain Plitt and his brothers had an absolute advantage in both tactics and equipment, unfortunately, they ran into a group of shameless people who used their numbers to bully the minority."
"The mercenaries stationed near the subway station put up a heroic resistance, but were eventually overwhelmed by the crowd. At present, the entrance to the subway station has been controlled by the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs. Captain Plitt and the rest of the people had to retreat into the subway station to find other ways out."
"This radio station will continue to pay attention to the situation near the Garden Street subway station. Let us pray for Captain Plitt for three seconds, hoping that he can come back alive."
Pray?
There is no such thing.
For those who have lost money, it is a virtue not to scold these idiots for three days and three nights.
It's just twelve mercenaries, and they don't necessarily care about their lives. Except for the boss who hired them, no one cares about their lives.
The gamblers in Boulder City only care about their own wallets. They wish that all the unlucky people who caused them to lose money would die outside, and it would be best if none of them came back.
The Two-Tailed Rat Tavern was filled with angry shouts and curses. Even the bartender standing behind the bar couldn't help but click his tongue at the vicious curses.
These gambling-addicted drunkards rarely reached a consensus on the same thing. Usually they would even be bored enough to quarrel over something as obvious as "how many glasses of water were added to today's special beer".
"Damn it, give me back the money!"
"You can't even beat a bunch of beggars, what a shame for the mercenaries in Boulder City!"
"I seriously suspect that this is a scam that old bastard Pritt and the Central Casino have colluded with! Think about it carefully, what good things can there be in the northern suburbs? It's worth them taking a special flight to go there! It's not cheap to rent a plane from the militia!"
"No matter what their commission is, don't let me see that idiot in the tavern! I swear, I will spit in his face!"
"The Central Casino has also fallen, and actually opened for such a boring thing! They might as well guess the weather the day after tomorrow, at least this is fairer!"
People's joys and sorrows are always different.
When the gamblers in Boulder City were cursing the twelve mercenaries of the Black Snake Mercenary Group, wishing that they were all ripped open by the barbarians, Jerry, who was squatting on the ground with his hands on his head, was trembling and praying that these survivors would give him a way out because of his surrender.
Although he had expected this ending the moment he became a mercenary, it did not mean that he had put life and death aside.
If they could live, no one wanted to die.
In the tunnel.
A dozen players were standing in front of a corpse, arguing fiercely.
"Fuck! Whose head is this?"
"I stabbed the first knife!"
"It's obvious that my knife was more deadly!"
"You can take the contribution, and just give me the silver coins."
"Get lost! We are all old players with VMs, who the hell is missing any contribution!"
Looking at the survivors who were arguing, Jerry trembled and felt puzzled, and didn't understand what they were arguing about at all.
At this time, Jerry suddenly noticed that those people were looking at him.
"...By the way, there is a prisoner here?"
"Do you think if we kill him, will it count as a head?"
"The red name is gone, so it's probably useless."
"Yes... and I remember it was written in the shelter resident manual that attacking neutral NPCs will result in confinement according to the severity of the situation, and attacking the most friendly NPCs will result in permanent deportation. His mark on the map is gray, so the bounty was probably fulfilled after he became a prisoner?"
"What about the bounty? Who of you received the bounty?"
"Emmm... maybe it will be settled later? After all, it was like this before."
Although Jerry couldn't understand what those people were discussing at all, the glances that glanced at him from time to time did make him feel a little creepy.
This feeling was like fish on a chopping board.
His life and death depended entirely on the thoughts of these people.
At this moment, a man wearing a blue exoskeleton came over from the platform.
On his back hung the ridiculously powerful war hammer, but Jerry was sure that the man who had just blocked almost all of their firepower was not him.
At the same time, Jerry clearly felt that the moment he appeared here, the survivors around him showed respect, and even the voices of whispering became much quieter.
He 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 already gone in..."
Chu Guang looked to the side.
There was an open iron door with a sign of no entry printed on it, and behind the door was a straight passage leading to the main entrance of the shelter, the iconic gear-shaped alloy door that was more than ten centimeters thick.
The entrance to Shelter No. 117, unlike the sunken entrance of Shelter No. 404, was built directly next to the subway tunnel.
Shelters with three-digit serial numbers are all "full-cycle" shelters, and they can be completely physically cut off from the outside world by closing the door. As long as the energy of the thermonuclear fusion reactor is continuous, the shelter facility 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, no matter what the people outside do, it will be useless. Fire attack and flooding are child's play. This is a civil air defense facility built to resist strategic nuclear strikes. Its designers have long considered all possible situations, including "suffering a nuclear strike with a million tons of equivalent."
However
Shelter No. 117 has obviously been abandoned for many years. The reactor inside has long stopped working. It is okay to open the door with the backup power supply, but there is no way to expect a complete cycle.
After thinking for two seconds, Chu Guang leaned over and stared into the eyes of the mercenary.
"Let him out."
Jerry nervously moved back an inch.
"It's useless. It's useless for anyone to go. Captain Pritt won't listen to me... He doesn't care about our lives at all."
Chu Guang smiled faintly, took out a long nail, and gently placed it in his hand.
It was a Gauss rifle bullet, although it was a pure steel forged imitation.
When Jerry saw the bullet, his breathing paused for a few seconds.
Chu Guang continued.
"Go tell him."
"If he expects to get out of here with a set of power armor, I will let him know the price of stupidity."
"Of course, if he is scared and plans to live with this shelter for the rest of his life, I can help him. For example, use 20 tons of cement to completely seal it."
"This is my relic, I can't get it, and no one can take the things inside."
"Of course, if he is smart, he rolls out of it with his hands on his head and explains clearly who your employer is."
"I will spare his life."
...
Captain Pritt surrendered.
When he looked through the camera and saw the spikes in Jerry's hand, he made a choice between surrender and holding on without much effort.
There was no need to hesitate at all.
In this abandoned shelter, the reactor had long been shut down, and the cold fusion battery plugged into the backup power supply was barely enough for lighting and opening and closing the door, which was not enough for him to hold on here.
Not to mention guarding this door until he died of old age.
At most a week, he would starve to death or die of thirst in there.
He was just a mercenary who was paid to do things, but he did not have the ideological awareness of "living and dying with the commission".
The door of the shelter slowly opened.
Leaving his weapons at the door of the buffer room, Pritt, with his hands on his head, walked out of the door of the shelter under the watch of a group of players.
Looking at Chu Guang standing at the door, he lowered his head and said humbly.
"I surrender... I hope you keep your promise."
"It depends on whether you are honest," Chu Guang looked at him and continued, "Tell me, who is your employer?"
Pritt glanced at the survivors around him, swallowed his saliva and said.
"Sir, we are just mercenaries who work for money, and we are not qualified to see our employer. The middleman who assigned us the task is called 'White Shark'. He gave us the advance payment and the magnetic card of Shelter No. 117..."
White Shark?
Chu Guang looked at him and continued.
"What is your commission?"
Pritt: "The employer commissioned us to find a black briefcase, saying that it is in the manager's office of Shelter No. 117. In addition, the employer also mentioned that there is a power armor here, which is said to be the private of the manager of this shelter. However, the middleman told me that the employer is not sure whether it is still here. He only mentioned that if you see that thing, remember to bring it with you, and he will give us an extra reward."
Chu Guang smiled faintly and said, "It seems that your employer is very familiar with the situation of this shelter."
Pritt swallowed and said, "I think so too... I feel that he may be from Shelter No. 117, but I haven't seen him either, and I'm not even sure if he is in Boulder City."
Chu Guang looked at him and continued to ask.
"Where can we find that White Shark?"
"He's the boss of the Pirate Bay Tavern in Boulder City, and many mercenaries take jobs there." Worried that Chu Guang would not be satisfied with his answer, Preet, 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 help you."
Chu Guang smiled faintly.
"I will find him naturally."
Assuming that he couldn't get any key information from this guy, Chu Guang let him roll over to the other prisoners and squatted against the wall with his head in his arms with the other three prisoners.
Including the sniper found by the Niu Ma team, there were thirteen mercenaries in the Black Snake Mercenary Group, and only four were captured.
The others either died under the hail of gunfire or were stabbed into funnels by the players with bayonets in the hand-to-hand combat before they had time to surrender.
As for the players, excluding those who died in the sneak attack, the casualties reached 17. Compared with the base of 500 players, this number is not a big deal.
After the battle of the Legion, the outpost base will not be short of active substances in the short term, and these little players who died in the battle will be heroes again in three days.
Chu Guang will deal with these prisoners later.
As for now, of course, it is more important to count the spoils.
Just as the administrator walked towards Shelter No. 117, the players guarding the door received the task completion notification almost at the same time.
"Giao! Si! Look at the VM!" Tail, holding the iron rifle, shook his arms excitedly and said, "37 silver! We are rich!"
"Huh? I received it too," Sisi looked at the VM with a surprised face, "It turns out that as long as you participate, you will get a share, but why do I only have 21 silver..."
"It must be because Sisi is not as fast as Tail!"
Glancing at the smug Tail, Sisi touched his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, maybe... it may really be because of this."
On the other side.
Old White, wearing heavy armor, walked towards the other three members of the Niu Ma team and said excitedly to his good friends.
"It's awesome! That hammer is invincible! Once the shield wall is opened, no matter if it's a machine gun or a rifle, no bullet can penetrate it!"
"After all, it's the weapon of the administrator," Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, said with a chuckle, "Lao Bai's armor is worth buying."
"Oh, if only I could buy it!"
"Don't even think about it. Even if you can buy 80% of the weapons that destroy the balance, they are ridiculously expensive," he replied to Lao Bai casually, staring at Fang Chang in the VM, and said thoughtfully, "By the way, the mission was settled quite quickly this time. I actually have 111 silver here."
"It's settled? So fast... Damn! Why do I have 144 silver here!" Looking at the number popping up in the VM, Ye Shi's eyes widened.
Kuangfeng tried to analyze: "Maybe it's because you killed one with a sniper rifle? I have 107 silver, about the same as Fang Chang."
Fang Chang nodded thoughtfully and said.
"It should be. Click on the settlement list of the completed task page, which details the source of each task reward. The rewards I can see here are two parts, one is the bounty task reward, and the other is the battlefield task reward."
"For example, the bounty and contribution points of the sniper we killed before were included in the bounty task at 25% per person. At the same time, as a high-threat target, the sniper also provided us with 50 points of battlefield score, which was included in the battlefield task."
Ye Shi's face suddenly became clear: "I see... But what about the several red-named elite monsters killed later? It's hard to tell who killed them."
Fang Chang: "Yes, so the several red-named elite monsters killed in the team battle are all included in the total income of the battlefield task, and divided according to the battlefield score. For example, if you look at your bounty task reward, it's the same as ours, but the battlefield score is slightly higher than ours, so the income is also a little higher than ours."
The total income of the battlefield task includes many types, mainly calculated based on the loot and the difficulty of the campaign. Although Wasteland oL has not disclosed the specific battlefield income calculation formula, players can still clearly feel the difference.
For example, the most basic thing is that the contribution point income of defensive battles is higher than that of offensive battles, and the silver coin income of offensive battles is higher than that of defensive battles. The income from fighting legions is higher than that from fighting plunderers, and the income from fighting people is higher than that from fighting aliens.
Lao Bai said with surprise: "I am 171 silver... awesome! I just stood in front and opened the shield, and it actually added 50 battlefield points to my score!"
Listening to the discussion of the cattle and horse teams, the players around them all looked envious.
Most of them have 50 silver, and few can reach 70 or even 80 silver. They are all high-level players in the T2 or even T1 echelons.
Looking at the VM on his arm, Mosquito couldn't help cursing.
"MmP! I have 111 silver! This is a rip-off!"
Among them, 100 silvers are contributed by prisoners!
The mole standing next to him said calmly: "It's normal. After all, we really don't have much participation except picking up a head... But the good news is that I received a pop-up window for the task completion."
The task mentioned here obviously does not refer to the bounty task that everyone has, but the task of opening the passage between the subway station and Shelter No. 117.
Hearing what the mole said, the mosquito, who was still complaining before, suddenly brightened up: "Fuck! Brother is awesome! Has the reward arrived!?"
"It's arrived. According to what we agreed, you get four and I get six. I'll share it with you now."
As he said, the mole stretched out his index finger and tapped the VM twice, generously transferring 480 silver coins from the 1,200 silver coins he had just received to the mosquito.
As for the cost, the two had already shared it before.
Looking at the 480 silver coins that arrived, the mosquito was instantly overjoyed and couldn't close his mouth with joy.
"Great! Hahaha, I'm rich!"
Seeing everyone around him laughing, Zhang Hai, who was holding his butt to stop the bleeding, couldn't help but come over and ask, "If you don't understand, then ask. If you don't have a VM, are there any rewards? How can I see where the rewards are?"
Mosquito glanced at him.
"Bullshit, do you have DPs!"
Mole also laughed.
"Don't think about it, brother. You haven't even received the mission, so what reward is there? This mission is not for newcomers. Just think of it as a way to get some experience."
Zhang Hai: "Fuck, it's so annoying! Newcomers don't have human rights!"
Patting him on the shoulder, Mole said earnestly: "Be content, everyone has been here this way, not to mention that we had to move bricks and chop trees to make contributions back then. Listen to my advice, save up contributions and buy a VM."
Zhang Hai: "%#@!"
The players at the entrance of the shelter were still arguing, but Chu Guang had already passed through the open alloy giant door, carrying a wrench and another guard, and stepped into the interior of Shelter No. 117.
The soles of his shoes creaked as he stepped on the concrete tiles.
Judging from the thick layer of dust on the ground, no one has visited here for many years.
Although the possibility of encountering danger was small, Chu Guang still held the warhammer in his hand just in case. So far, he has not encountered energy weapons. The common damage in the wasteland is mainly kinetic energy, and the nitrogen shield is almost absolutely effective in intercepting small-mass flying props.
Picking up a flyer of Shelter No. 117 from the ground, Chu Guang turned to the back, where a schematic diagram of the shelter's structure was drawn.
"Shelter No. 117 actually has only three floors..."
And the area is much smaller than Shelter No. 404!
According to the propaganda on the flyer, the reasonable number of shelters here is between 100 and 200 people, while Shelter No. 404 has a total of 600 rooms in the three BD partitions on the B2 floor alone.
However, Chu Guang can clearly feel that life in this shelter should be much better than Shelter No. 404.
The average area of the individual single rooms here is more than 10 square meters, and some even have independent bathrooms, which is much better than those pigeon-cage-like rooms in Shelter No. 404.
If you want to live here, I'm afraid you have to spend a lot of money!
Opposite the entrance of the shelter is the preparation room, which has a layout similar to that of Shelter No. 404, with a large number of cabinets in a row.
Chu Guang opened the cabinet 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 batons, shields, riot forks, stun guns and bulletproof vests. There are no automatic weapons or pre-war police pistols, let alone the "Light Cavalry" Type 5 police exoskeleton on him.
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 bulletproof vests and shields is very good, and the batons and riot forks are not inferior. It can't be seen that these things have a history of more than 200 years.
"It should be reasonable to sell the bulletproof vest for 200 silver coins. As for the shield... it's cheaper, just sell it for 100 silver coins." Looking at the equipment in the preparation room, Chu Guang touched his chin and pondered.
As for batons and riot forks...
There is little point in selling them to players, so it is better to leave them to NPCs as tools for maintaining public order.
No power armor was found in the maintenance room. Chu Guang left a guard here to watch and took another person to the buffer room.
After passing the two gates of the buffer room, they officially entered the interior of the shelter.
The reactor here has been shut down, and only the backup power supply with cold fusion batteries is left, allowing this shelter to barely maintain the minimum power operation. Facilities such as refrigerators and water purifiers have long been unable to start, and even lighting will only start when people approach.
"Sir, I feel that the air condition here is a bit bad..." Wrench, who was following Chu Guang, said cautiously, "Otherwise, let me take care of the exploration later."
"Don't worry, I know what's going on."
Chu Guang pointed his index finger at the VM worn on his arm, and the oxygen content displayed on it was still at a safe value. Although there was a small amount of ozone in the air, the concentration was very low. Not to mention his 14-point physique, even a normal adult standing here would be fine.
Wrench said nothing more, but walked loyally in front of Chu Guang.
Instead of taking the elevator, he went through the safety passage next to the elevator to the deepest part of Shelter No. 117 on the B3 floor.
Chu Guang clearly felt that the dust here was more than a little thicker than the first floor.
The two people who walked through the corridor successfully arrived at the door of the manager's office.
The door here was tightly closed.
Chu Guang reached out and fumbled on the door for a while, and then he took out the magnetic card and stuck it on.
The signal light on the door lit up, and the alloy door panel opened to one side and was put into the wall.
Looking at the decoration in the office and the power armor displayed on the wall, Chu Guang's face showed a trace of envy.
"Damn, why are other managers so rich, but my shelter is so poor!"
The simple decoration reveals a low-key luxury, and the display cabinets are filled with the manager's belongings, including books and some decorations.
However, these are not the point.
The key point is the power armor with a streamlined armor shell and dark blue paint, and the black box next to the desk!
That should be the suitcase mentioned by Dr. Principle!
However, Chu Guang thinks it is more appropriate to describe it as a suitcase rather than a suitcase. This thing is not small in size, and it is as high as his calf when placed horizontally.
In addition, behind the desk, there is a skeleton wearing a blue coat. The skeleton's left elbow is supporting the armrest of the chair, and the VM has slid from his forearm to the joint.
The moment his eyes met the VM device, a line of light blue pop-up windows appeared in Chu Guang's field of vision
Mission completed!