...This is the Voice of the Rock City. Now a news broadcast is being broadcast. The Black Snake Mercenary Group clashed with local survivors while carrying out a mission in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.Although Captain Prit and his brothers had an absolute advantage in both tactics and equipment, unfortunately, they encountered a group of shameless people who bullyed the less.
The mercenaries stationed near the subway station fought bravely, but were eventually submerged.At present, the entrance of the subway station has been controlled by the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs. Commander Prit and the rest of the people have 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 Metro Station. Let us pray for Commander Prit for three seconds, hoping that he can come back alive.
pray?
It does not exist.
For those who have lost money, not scolding these idiots for three days and three nights is considered a merit.
They were just twelve mercenaries, and they might not care about that bad life themselves.No one cares about their life or death except for the boss who hired them.
The gamblers in Giant Rock City only care about their own wallets. They wish that the Sangmenxing who caused them to lose money would all die outside. It would be better if no one came back.
The two-tailed rat tavern was filled with angrily screaming and curses. Even the bartender standing behind the bar couldn't help but tut.
These drunkards who are addicted to gambling rarely reached a consensus on the same thing. They are even bored and they can argue about the obvious thing about today's special beer.
Damn it, refund the money!
Even a group of beggars can't beat them, which really embarrasses the mercenaries in the Stone City!
I seriously suspect that this is a good scam that old bastard Prit colluded with the Central Casino!Think about it carefully, what good things can be found in the northern suburbs?It's worth their special flight!Renting a Militia Regiment aircraft is not cheap!
No matter what their commission is, don't let me see that idiot in the tavern!I swear I will spit my spit on his face!
The Central Casino has also fallen and is actually opening for such a boring thing!They might as well guess the weather the day after tomorrow, at least this is a little fairer!
People’s joys and sorrows are always inconsistent.
While the gamblers in the Rock City were cursing the twelve mercenaries of the Black Snake Mercenary Group, hoping that they would all be broken by the barbarians, Jerry, who was squatting on the ground with his hands in his arms, was praying tremblingly that these survivors could give themselves a way out for their surrender.
Although he had expected that he would have such an ending at the moment of becoming a mercenary, this did not mean that he had put life and death aside.
If you can live, no one wants to die.
In the tunnel.
More than a dozen players were standing in front of a corpse, fighting red.
Damn it!Whose head is this?
I stabbed the first time!
Obviously my knife is even more fatal!
If you give me the contribution, just give me the silver coins.
Get out!Everyone is an old player with VMs, who is still missing any contributions!
Looking at the survivors quarreling, Jerry couldn't help feeling confused and didn't understand what they were arguing about.
At this moment, Jerry suddenly noticed that those people looked at him.
...By the way, is there a prisoner here?
Do you think if he is repaired, will it be considered a head?
The red name is gone, probably useless.
Yes…and I remember that the shelter residents manual said that attacking a neutral NPC would be sentenced to confinement based on the degree of the plot, and attacking a friendly NPC would 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 did you receive the bounty?
emmm... Maybe it's settlement later?After all, it was the same before.
Although Jerry couldn't understand what those people were discussing, the look that glanced at him from time to time really made him feel a little creepy.
This feeling is like fish on the chopping board.
His life and death depend entirely on one of the thoughts of these people.
At this moment, a man wearing a blue exoskeleton walked over from the direction of the platform.
He hung the outrageously powerful war hammer on his back, but Jerry was sure that the person who blocked almost all of their firepower just now was not him.
At the same time, Jerry clearly felt that the moment he appeared here, the survivors around him clearly showed respect, and even the whispering sounds were much smaller.
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 entered...
Chu Guang looked to the side.
There was an open iron door with a sign of prohibition on it, and behind it was a straight passage, the iconic gear-shaped alloy door that was more than ten centimeters thick at the main entrance to the shelter.
The entrance to Shelter No. 117, unlike the sunken entrance No. 404, is built directly next to the subway tunnel.
All three-digit sanctuaries belong to full-circuit sanctuaries, and the door can be completely physically cut from the outside world if it is closed.
As long as the thermonuclear fusion reactor has constant energy, shelter facilities can continue to operate without any material exchange with the outside world.
Theoretically, if the person inside is determined not to come out and locks the door directly, no matter what the person outside does, it will be useless.
Any fire attack and water flooding are all pediatrics. This is a civil defense facility to resist strategic nuclear strikes. Its designers have long considered everything possible, including the one-million-ton equivalent nuclear strike.
but
The No. 117 refuge has obviously been abandoned for many years, and the reactor inside has long stopped operating. It is okay to open the door with the backup power supply. It is not necessary to think about the complete circulation.
After thinking for two seconds, Chu Guang bent down and stared at the mercenary's eyes.
Let him come out.
Jerry moved back nervously.
It's useless, no one can go, Captain Prit won't listen to me... He won't care about our lives or death at all.
Chu Guang smiled faintly, took out a long nail, and gently placed it on his hand.
That is the Gauss rifle's bullets, although it is a pure steel forged imitation.
The moment he saw the bullet, Jerry's breathing paused significantly for a few seconds.
Chu Guang continued.
Go and tell him.
If he expects to get out of here with a set of power armor, I will let him know what the price of stupidity is.
Of course, if he was scared and planned to spend his whole life with this refuge, I could help him.For example, use twenty tons of cement to completely seal the place.
This is my remains, I can't get it, and no one can take the things inside.
Of course, if he is smarter, he will get out of it with his head in his hands and explain clearly who your employer is
I will save him a life.
……
Commander Prit surrendered.
When he saw the spikes in Jerry's hand through the camera, he made a choice between the two options of surrender and defending without much effort.
There is no need to hesitate at all.
This abandoned shelter, the reactor has already been turned off, and the cold fusion battery inserted into the backup power supply is only enough to have a lighting and switch the door, which is not enough to keep him here.
Not to mention guarding this door until you die of old age.
At most one week, he will starve or die of thirst.
He is just a mercenary who uses money to do things, but there is no ideological awareness of living and dying with the commission.
The door to the shelter is slowly opened.
Leaving the weapon at the door of the buffer room, Prit, holding his head in both hands, walked out of the shelter's door 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 or not. Chu Guang looked at him and continued, saying, "Tell me, who is your employer?"
Prit glanced at the survivors around him and swallowed.
Sir, we are just mercenaries who work hard for money, but we are not qualified to meet our employer.The middleman who sent us a mission was called "White Shark", including the advance payment and the magnetic card of Shelter No. 117, which were all given to us by him...
White Shark?
Chu Guang looked at him and continued.
What is your commission?
Pritt: The employer commissioned us to find a black suitcase, saying it was in the administrator's office of Shelter 117.In addition, the employer also mentioned that there is a power armor here, which is said to be a private collection of the shelter managers.However, the middleman told me that the employer wasn't sure if it was still here, and only mentioned that if he saw that thing, remember to bring it with him, he would give us an extra reward.
Chu Guang smiled faintly and said: It seems that your employer is very familiar with the situation of this refuge.
Prit swallowed and said: I think so too... I feel that he may be the one from Shelter No. 117, but I have never seen him, and I am not even sure if he is in Rock City.
Chu Guang looked at him and continued to ask.
Where can I find that white shark?
He is the boss of Pirate Bay Tavern in Rock City, and many mercenaries are there to take care of them.Worried that Chu Guang was not satisfied with his answer, Prit, who wanted to survive, continued with a nervous expression, "Sir, we really don't know who the employer is... But if you want to talk to Baisha, I can serve you."
Chu Guang smiled faintly.
Of course I will find him.
As he could not ask any key things from this guy's mouth, Chu Guang asked him to go to the other prisoners and squatted against the wall with the other three prisoners of war.
Including the sniper found by the Niuma Squad, there were thirteen mercenaries in the Black Snake Mercenary Group, and only four of them were captured.
The others either died under the rifle of guns or before they could surrender, they were stabbed into funnel by players in hand-to-hand combat with bayonets.
As for the players, not counting the Cute new people who died in the sneak attack, the casualties reached 17 people.Compared with the base of 500 players, this number is not a big deal.
After the Legion's battle, the outpost will not be short of active substances for a short time, and these young players who died will be a hero again 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 was walking towards Sanctuary No. 117, the players guarding the door received a prompt to complete the task almost at the same time.
gia!!Watch the VM!Holding the tail of the iron tube rifle, he shook his arm excitedly and said, 37 silver!We're rich!
Huh?I also received it. Looking at the VM, Sis looked surprised. It turned out that as long as I participated, I would have a share, but why did I have only 21 silver...
It must be because Sce does not have a tail that can rush quickly!
After glanced at the smug tail, Sce thoughtfully touched her chin.
Well, maybe...it's really because of this.
On the other side.
Lao Bai, wearing heavy armor, walked towards the other three people in the Niuma Squad, and said excitedly to his good friends.
Very cool!That hammer is invincible!Once the shield wall is opened, no matter whether it is a machine gun or a rifle, no bullet can be penetrated!
After all, it is the weapon of the manager. Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, smiled and said, Lao Bai's armor is worth it.
Alas, if I could buy it!
Don’t think about it. Even if you can buy 80% of the weapon, it is ridiculously expensive. I replied casually to Lao Bai, staring at Fang Chang of the VM, and said thoughtfully. By the way, the settlement of this mission is quite fast, and I actually have 111 silver here.
Already settled?So fast...Damn it!Why is it 144 silver here?Looking at the numbers jumping out of the VM, Ye Shi's eyes widened.
Qianfeng tried to analyze: Maybe it was because you killed one with a sniper rifle?I am 107 silver, which is almost the same as square.
Fang Chang nodded thoughtfully and said.
It should be true. You click on the settlement list of the completed task page, which contains a detailed description of the source of each task reward.There are two parts of the reward I can see here, one is the reward for the reward for the reward for the reward for the reward for the battlefield.
For example, the bounty and contribution points of the sniper we killed before were included in the bounty mission at 25% per person.At the same time, as a high-threat target, the sniper also provided us with a battlefield score of 50 points, which was counted as a battlefield mission.
Ye Shi's face suddenly appeared: So that's it... But what about the several red-known elite monsters he killed later?It's hard to tell who killed it.
Fang Chang: Yes, so the several red elite monsters killed in team battles are all included in the total income of the battlefield mission and are divided according to the battlefield score.For example, if you look at your rewards, the rewards are the same as us, but the battlefield score is slightly higher than ours, so the benefits are also a little higher than ours.
The total income of battlefield missions includes many types, mainly calculated based on loot and battle difficulty.
Although "Wasteland OL" does not disclose the specific battlefield income calculation formula, players can still clearly feel the difference.
For example, the most basic thing is that the contribution point of defense warfare is higher than that of offensive warfare, and the silver coins of offensive warfare are higher than that of defensive warfare.The income of fighting the legion is higher than that of fighting the plunder, and the income of hitting people is higher than that of fighting the alien species.
Lao Bai said with a look of surprise: I am 171 Yin... Niu Pi!I just pushed the shield in front and actually added 50 battlefield points to me!
Listening to the discussions of the Niuma Squad, the players around them all looked envious.
Most of them have 50 silver, and few can reach 70 or even 80 silver, which are all high-quality players in the T2 and even T1 echelons.
Looking at the VM on his arm, the mosquito couldn't help but curse.
MMP!I'm 111 silver!This is a cheating father!
Among them, 100 silvers were contributed by prisoners!
The mole standing next to him said calmly: Normal, after all, we really don’t have much participation except picking up personal heads... But the good news is that I received a pop-up window for completing the task.
The tasks mentioned here obviously refer to the reward tasks that everyone has, but the task of opening up the passage from the subway station to the shelter No. 117.
When I heard the mole's words, the mosquito, who was still complaining before, suddenly lit up: Damn!Brother is awesome!The reward has arrived!?
The account has been received. According to the agreement, you are four and I am six, I will divide you now.
As he said that, the mole stretched out his index finger and lit it twice on the VM, generously scattering 480 silver coins he had just obtained to the mosquito.
As for the cost, the two have already shared it before.
Looking at the 480 silver that was received, the mosquito was instantly happy and couldn't even close his mouth.
Cool!Hahaha, I'm rich!
Seeing everyone around him having fun, Zhang Hai, who was covering his butt to stop bleeding, couldn't help but come over and ask: If you don't understand, ask, is there any reward if you don't have a VM?How to see where the reward is.
The mosquito glanced at him.
There's a big deal, do you have DPS?
The mole also smiled.
Don’t think about it, brother, I haven’t received the task, there is a yarn reward.This task is not done by newcomers, so you should just take advantage of the experience.
Zhang Hai: Damn, the air is so cold!Newcomers have no human rights!
He patted his shoulder and the mole said earnestly: Be content, everyone is here, let alone we have to rely on moving bricks and cutting trees to praise our contributions at that time.Listen to my advice, save contributions and buy a VM.
Zhang Hai: %￥!
The players at the door of the shelter were still making noise. Chu Guang had already walked through the open alloy gate, and stepped into the interior of Sanctuary No. 117 with a wrench and another guard.
When I stepped on the concrete floor tiles, the soles made a creaking sound.
Judging from the thick layer of gray on the ground, it has been unavailable for many years.
Although the possibility of encountering danger is very small, just in case, Chu Guang still held the warhammer in his hand.
So far, he has not encountered energy weapons. Common damage on wasteland is mainly kinetic energy, and the nitrogen shield has an almost absolute interception effect on small-mass flying props.
A flyer from Sanctuary No. 117 was picked up from the ground, and Chu Guang turned it to the back, which was a schematic diagram of the structure of the Sanctuary.
Shelter No. 117 has only three floors...
And the area is much smaller than that of the No. 404 refuge!
According to the publicity on the flyer, the reasonable number of shelter here is between 100 and 200, while the 404 refuge has a total of 600 rooms in the three BCD areas on the B2 floor alone.
However, Chu Guangneng clearly felt that life in this refuge should be much better than that in Sanctuary No. 404.
The average area of individual rooms here is more than 10 square meters, and some even have independent bathrooms, which is much stronger than the pigeon cage-like rooms in Sanctuary No. 404.
If you want to live here, you may have to spend a lot of money!
The front door of the shelter is facing the decoration room. The layout here is similar to that of the shelter No. 404, with a large number of vertical cabinets lined up.
Chu Guang opened the cabinet and found that in addition to protective clothing and gas masks, there were also many police equipment.
However, most of these police equipment are mainly batons, shields, riot forks, stun guns and body armor. There are no automatic weapons or pre-war police pistols, and there are no light cavalry type 5 police exoskeletons on him.
Chu Guang checked the quality of these equipment.
In addition to the battery of the stun gun being broken and can no longer be used, the quality of the body armor and shield is very excellent, and the batons and riot forks are not inferior. It is impossible to see that these things have a history of more than two hundred years.
It should be more reasonable to sell 200 silver coins for the body armor. If the shield is cheaper, it would be better to sell 100 silver coins.Looking at the equipment in the preparation room, Chu Guang touched his chin and thought.
As for batons and riot forks…
It doesn’t make much sense to sell to players, so it’s better to leave it to NPCs as tools to maintain public order.
No power armor was found in the preparation room. Chu Guang left a guard to watch here and led another person to the buffer room.
After passing the two gates of the buffer room, we officially entered the interior of the shelter.
The reactor here has turned off, leaving only a backup power supply with a cold fusion battery, allowing the shelter to barely maintain the lowest power operation.
Facilities such as refrigerators and water purifiers have long been unable to be started, and even lighting will only be started when people are approaching.
Sir, I feel the air condition here is a bit bad... The wrench next to Chu Guang said cautiously, "Or, let me leave the exploration later."
Don't worry, I know it.
Chu Guang pointed at the VM on his arm, and the oxygen content displayed on it was still at the safe value.
Although a small amount of ozone appeared in the air, the concentration was very low. Not to mention his 14-point physique, even a normal adult would not be able to stand here.
The wrench didn't say much, but just walked loyally to Chu Guang.
Without taking the elevator, I went through the safety passage next to the elevator to the deepest part of Sanctuary No. 117 on the B3 floor.
Chu Guang clearly felt that the dust here was more than a little thicker than the first layer.
The two people passing through the corridor successfully arrived at the door of the administrator's office.
The door here is tightly closed.
Chu Guang reached out to fumble on the door for a while, his heart moved, and took out a magnetic card and stuck it on it.
The signal light on the door is on, and the alloy door panel is opened to one side and entered into the wall.
Looking at the decoration of the office and the power armor displayed by the wall, a hint of envy rose on Chu Guang's face.
Damn, why are other managers so rich, but my refuge so poor!
The simple decoration exudes a low-key luxury, and the display cabinet contains the manager's collections during his lifetime, including books and some decorations.
However, none of these are the key points.
The point is the set of streamlined armor shells, dark blue painted power armor, and the black box leaning against the desk!
That should be the suitcase mentioned by Dr. Principle!
However, rather than a suitcase, Chu Guang thought it was more appropriate to describe it as a suitcase.This thing is quite large, and it is as high as its calves when placed horizontally.
In addition, behind the desk was a skeleton wearing a blue coat.The skeleton's left elbow was supported by the arm of the chair, and VM had already slid from his forearm to the joint.
The moment he met the VM device, a line of light blue pop-up windows appeared in Chu Guang's sight.
The mission is completed!
The mercenaries stationed near the subway station fought bravely, but were eventually submerged.At present, the entrance of the subway station has been controlled by the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs. Commander Prit and the rest of the people have 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 Metro Station. Let us pray for Commander Prit for three seconds, hoping that he can come back alive.
pray?
It does not exist.
For those who have lost money, not scolding these idiots for three days and three nights is considered a merit.
They were just twelve mercenaries, and they might not care about that bad life themselves.No one cares about their life or death except for the boss who hired them.
The gamblers in Giant Rock City only care about their own wallets. They wish that the Sangmenxing who caused them to lose money would all die outside. It would be better if no one came back.
The two-tailed rat tavern was filled with angrily screaming and curses. Even the bartender standing behind the bar couldn't help but tut.
These drunkards who are addicted to gambling rarely reached a consensus on the same thing. They are even bored and they can argue about the obvious thing about today's special beer.
Damn it, refund the money!
Even a group of beggars can't beat them, which really embarrasses the mercenaries in the Stone City!
I seriously suspect that this is a good scam that old bastard Prit colluded with the Central Casino!Think about it carefully, what good things can be found in the northern suburbs?It's worth their special flight!Renting a Militia Regiment aircraft is not cheap!
No matter what their commission is, don't let me see that idiot in the tavern!I swear I will spit my spit on his face!
The Central Casino has also fallen and is actually opening for such a boring thing!They might as well guess the weather the day after tomorrow, at least this is a little fairer!
People’s joys and sorrows are always inconsistent.
While the gamblers in the Rock City were cursing the twelve mercenaries of the Black Snake Mercenary Group, hoping that they would all be broken by the barbarians, Jerry, who was squatting on the ground with his hands in his arms, was praying tremblingly that these survivors could give themselves a way out for their surrender.
Although he had expected that he would have such an ending at the moment of becoming a mercenary, this did not mean that he had put life and death aside.
If you can live, no one wants to die.
In the tunnel.
More than a dozen players were standing in front of a corpse, fighting red.
Damn it!Whose head is this?
I stabbed the first time!
Obviously my knife is even more fatal!
If you give me the contribution, just give me the silver coins.
Get out!Everyone is an old player with VMs, who is still missing any contributions!
Looking at the survivors quarreling, Jerry couldn't help feeling confused and didn't understand what they were arguing about.
At this moment, Jerry suddenly noticed that those people looked at him.
...By the way, is there a prisoner here?
Do you think if he is repaired, will it be considered a head?
The red name is gone, probably useless.
Yes…and I remember that the shelter residents manual said that attacking a neutral NPC would be sentenced to confinement based on the degree of the plot, and attacking a friendly NPC would 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 did you receive the bounty?
emmm... Maybe it's settlement later?After all, it was the same before.
Although Jerry couldn't understand what those people were discussing, the look that glanced at him from time to time really made him feel a little creepy.
This feeling is like fish on the chopping board.
His life and death depend entirely on one of the thoughts of these people.
At this moment, a man wearing a blue exoskeleton walked over from the direction of the platform.
He hung the outrageously powerful war hammer on his back, but Jerry was sure that the person who blocked almost all of their firepower just now was not him.
At the same time, Jerry clearly felt that the moment he appeared here, the survivors around him clearly showed respect, and even the whispering sounds were much smaller.
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 entered...
Chu Guang looked to the side.
There was an open iron door with a sign of prohibition on it, and behind it was a straight passage, the iconic gear-shaped alloy door that was more than ten centimeters thick at the main entrance to the shelter.
The entrance to Shelter No. 117, unlike the sunken entrance No. 404, is built directly next to the subway tunnel.
All three-digit sanctuaries belong to full-circuit sanctuaries, and the door can be completely physically cut from the outside world if it is closed.
As long as the thermonuclear fusion reactor has constant energy, shelter facilities can continue to operate without any material exchange with the outside world.
Theoretically, if the person inside is determined not to come out and locks the door directly, no matter what the person outside does, it will be useless.
Any fire attack and water flooding are all pediatrics. This is a civil defense facility to resist strategic nuclear strikes. Its designers have long considered everything possible, including the one-million-ton equivalent nuclear strike.
but
The No. 117 refuge has obviously been abandoned for many years, and the reactor inside has long stopped operating. It is okay to open the door with the backup power supply. It is not necessary to think about the complete circulation.
After thinking for two seconds, Chu Guang bent down and stared at the mercenary's eyes.
Let him come out.
Jerry moved back nervously.
It's useless, no one can go, Captain Prit won't listen to me... He won't care about our lives or death at all.
Chu Guang smiled faintly, took out a long nail, and gently placed it on his hand.
That is the Gauss rifle's bullets, although it is a pure steel forged imitation.
The moment he saw the bullet, Jerry's breathing paused significantly for a few seconds.
Chu Guang continued.
Go and tell him.
If he expects to get out of here with a set of power armor, I will let him know what the price of stupidity is.
Of course, if he was scared and planned to spend his whole life with this refuge, I could help him.For example, use twenty tons of cement to completely seal the place.
This is my remains, I can't get it, and no one can take the things inside.
Of course, if he is smarter, he will get out of it with his head in his hands and explain clearly who your employer is
I will save him a life.
……
Commander Prit surrendered.
When he saw the spikes in Jerry's hand through the camera, he made a choice between the two options of surrender and defending without much effort.
There is no need to hesitate at all.
This abandoned shelter, the reactor has already been turned off, and the cold fusion battery inserted into the backup power supply is only enough to have a lighting and switch the door, which is not enough to keep him here.
Not to mention guarding this door until you die of old age.
At most one week, he will starve or die of thirst.
He is just a mercenary who uses money to do things, but there is no ideological awareness of living and dying with the commission.
The door to the shelter is slowly opened.
Leaving the weapon at the door of the buffer room, Prit, holding his head in both hands, walked out of the shelter's door 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 or not. Chu Guang looked at him and continued, saying, "Tell me, who is your employer?"
Prit glanced at the survivors around him and swallowed.
Sir, we are just mercenaries who work hard for money, but we are not qualified to meet our employer.The middleman who sent us a mission was called "White Shark", including the advance payment and the magnetic card of Shelter No. 117, which were all given to us by him...
White Shark?
Chu Guang looked at him and continued.
What is your commission?
Pritt: The employer commissioned us to find a black suitcase, saying it was in the administrator's office of Shelter 117.In addition, the employer also mentioned that there is a power armor here, which is said to be a private collection of the shelter managers.However, the middleman told me that the employer wasn't sure if it was still here, and only mentioned that if he saw that thing, remember to bring it with him, he would give us an extra reward.
Chu Guang smiled faintly and said: It seems that your employer is very familiar with the situation of this refuge.
Prit swallowed and said: I think so too... I feel that he may be the one from Shelter No. 117, but I have never seen him, and I am not even sure if he is in Rock City.
Chu Guang looked at him and continued to ask.
Where can I find that white shark?
He is the boss of Pirate Bay Tavern in Rock City, and many mercenaries are there to take care of them.Worried that Chu Guang was not satisfied with his answer, Prit, who wanted to survive, continued with a nervous expression, "Sir, we really don't know who the employer is... But if you want to talk to Baisha, I can serve you."
Chu Guang smiled faintly.
Of course I will find him.
As he could not ask any key things from this guy's mouth, Chu Guang asked him to go to the other prisoners and squatted against the wall with the other three prisoners of war.
Including the sniper found by the Niuma Squad, there were thirteen mercenaries in the Black Snake Mercenary Group, and only four of them were captured.
The others either died under the rifle of guns or before they could surrender, they were stabbed into funnel by players in hand-to-hand combat with bayonets.
As for the players, not counting the Cute new people who died in the sneak attack, the casualties reached 17 people.Compared with the base of 500 players, this number is not a big deal.
After the Legion's battle, the outpost will not be short of active substances for a short time, and these young players who died will be a hero again 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 was walking towards Sanctuary No. 117, the players guarding the door received a prompt to complete the task almost at the same time.
gia!!Watch the VM!Holding the tail of the iron tube rifle, he shook his arm excitedly and said, 37 silver!We're rich!
Huh?I also received it. Looking at the VM, Sis looked surprised. It turned out that as long as I participated, I would have a share, but why did I have only 21 silver...
It must be because Sce does not have a tail that can rush quickly!
After glanced at the smug tail, Sce thoughtfully touched her chin.
Well, maybe...it's really because of this.
On the other side.
Lao Bai, wearing heavy armor, walked towards the other three people in the Niuma Squad, and said excitedly to his good friends.
Very cool!That hammer is invincible!Once the shield wall is opened, no matter whether it is a machine gun or a rifle, no bullet can be penetrated!
After all, it is the weapon of the manager. Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, smiled and said, Lao Bai's armor is worth it.
Alas, if I could buy it!
Don’t think about it. Even if you can buy 80% of the weapon, it is ridiculously expensive. I replied casually to Lao Bai, staring at Fang Chang of the VM, and said thoughtfully. By the way, the settlement of this mission is quite fast, and I actually have 111 silver here.
Already settled?So fast...Damn it!Why is it 144 silver here?Looking at the numbers jumping out of the VM, Ye Shi's eyes widened.
Qianfeng tried to analyze: Maybe it was because you killed one with a sniper rifle?I am 107 silver, which is almost the same as square.
Fang Chang nodded thoughtfully and said.
It should be true. You click on the settlement list of the completed task page, which contains a detailed description of the source of each task reward.There are two parts of the reward I can see here, one is the reward for the reward for the reward for the reward for the reward for the battlefield.
For example, the bounty and contribution points of the sniper we killed before were included in the bounty mission at 25% per person.At the same time, as a high-threat target, the sniper also provided us with a battlefield score of 50 points, which was counted as a battlefield mission.
Ye Shi's face suddenly appeared: So that's it... But what about the several red-known elite monsters he killed later?It's hard to tell who killed it.
Fang Chang: Yes, so the several red elite monsters killed in team battles are all included in the total income of the battlefield mission and are divided according to the battlefield score.For example, if you look at your rewards, the rewards are the same as us, but the battlefield score is slightly higher than ours, so the benefits are also a little higher than ours.
The total income of battlefield missions includes many types, mainly calculated based on loot and battle difficulty.
Although "Wasteland OL" does not disclose the specific battlefield income calculation formula, players can still clearly feel the difference.
For example, the most basic thing is that the contribution point of defense warfare is higher than that of offensive warfare, and the silver coins of offensive warfare are higher than that of defensive warfare.The income of fighting the legion is higher than that of fighting the plunder, and the income of hitting people is higher than that of fighting the alien species.
Lao Bai said with a look of surprise: I am 171 Yin... Niu Pi!I just pushed the shield in front and actually added 50 battlefield points to me!
Listening to the discussions of the Niuma Squad, the players around them all looked envious.
Most of them have 50 silver, and few can reach 70 or even 80 silver, which are all high-quality players in the T2 and even T1 echelons.
Looking at the VM on his arm, the mosquito couldn't help but curse.
MMP!I'm 111 silver!This is a cheating father!
Among them, 100 silvers were contributed by prisoners!
The mole standing next to him said calmly: Normal, after all, we really don’t have much participation except picking up personal heads... But the good news is that I received a pop-up window for completing the task.
The tasks mentioned here obviously refer to the reward tasks that everyone has, but the task of opening up the passage from the subway station to the shelter No. 117.
When I heard the mole's words, the mosquito, who was still complaining before, suddenly lit up: Damn!Brother is awesome!The reward has arrived!?
The account has been received. According to the agreement, you are four and I am six, I will divide you now.
As he said that, the mole stretched out his index finger and lit it twice on the VM, generously scattering 480 silver coins he had just obtained to the mosquito.
As for the cost, the two have already shared it before.
Looking at the 480 silver that was received, the mosquito was instantly happy and couldn't even close his mouth.
Cool!Hahaha, I'm rich!
Seeing everyone around him having fun, Zhang Hai, who was covering his butt to stop bleeding, couldn't help but come over and ask: If you don't understand, ask, is there any reward if you don't have a VM?How to see where the reward is.
The mosquito glanced at him.
There's a big deal, do you have DPS?
The mole also smiled.
Don’t think about it, brother, I haven’t received the task, there is a yarn reward.This task is not done by newcomers, so you should just take advantage of the experience.
Zhang Hai: Damn, the air is so cold!Newcomers have no human rights!
He patted his shoulder and the mole said earnestly: Be content, everyone is here, let alone we have to rely on moving bricks and cutting trees to praise our contributions at that time.Listen to my advice, save contributions and buy a VM.
Zhang Hai: %￥!
The players at the door of the shelter were still making noise. Chu Guang had already walked through the open alloy gate, and stepped into the interior of Sanctuary No. 117 with a wrench and another guard.
When I stepped on the concrete floor tiles, the soles made a creaking sound.
Judging from the thick layer of gray on the ground, it has been unavailable for many years.
Although the possibility of encountering danger is very small, just in case, Chu Guang still held the warhammer in his hand.
So far, he has not encountered energy weapons. Common damage on wasteland is mainly kinetic energy, and the nitrogen shield has an almost absolute interception effect on small-mass flying props.
A flyer from Sanctuary No. 117 was picked up from the ground, and Chu Guang turned it to the back, which was a schematic diagram of the structure of the Sanctuary.
Shelter No. 117 has only three floors...
And the area is much smaller than that of the No. 404 refuge!
According to the publicity on the flyer, the reasonable number of shelter here is between 100 and 200, while the 404 refuge has a total of 600 rooms in the three BCD areas on the B2 floor alone.
However, Chu Guangneng clearly felt that life in this refuge should be much better than that in Sanctuary No. 404.
The average area of individual rooms here is more than 10 square meters, and some even have independent bathrooms, which is much stronger than the pigeon cage-like rooms in Sanctuary No. 404.
If you want to live here, you may have to spend a lot of money!
The front door of the shelter is facing the decoration room. The layout here is similar to that of the shelter No. 404, with a large number of vertical cabinets lined up.
Chu Guang opened the cabinet and found that in addition to protective clothing and gas masks, there were also many police equipment.
However, most of these police equipment are mainly batons, shields, riot forks, stun guns and body armor. There are no automatic weapons or pre-war police pistols, and there are no light cavalry type 5 police exoskeletons on him.
Chu Guang checked the quality of these equipment.
In addition to the battery of the stun gun being broken and can no longer be used, the quality of the body armor and shield is very excellent, and the batons and riot forks are not inferior. It is impossible to see that these things have a history of more than two hundred years.
It should be more reasonable to sell 200 silver coins for the body armor. If the shield is cheaper, it would be better to sell 100 silver coins.Looking at the equipment in the preparation room, Chu Guang touched his chin and thought.
As for batons and riot forks…
It doesn’t make much sense to sell to players, so it’s better to leave it to NPCs as tools to maintain public order.
No power armor was found in the preparation room. Chu Guang left a guard to watch here and led another person to the buffer room.
After passing the two gates of the buffer room, we officially entered the interior of the shelter.
The reactor here has turned off, leaving only a backup power supply with a cold fusion battery, allowing the shelter to barely maintain the lowest power operation.
Facilities such as refrigerators and water purifiers have long been unable to be started, and even lighting will only be started when people are approaching.
Sir, I feel the air condition here is a bit bad... The wrench next to Chu Guang said cautiously, "Or, let me leave the exploration later."
Don't worry, I know it.
Chu Guang pointed at the VM on his arm, and the oxygen content displayed on it was still at the safe value.
Although a small amount of ozone appeared in the air, the concentration was very low. Not to mention his 14-point physique, even a normal adult would not be able to stand here.
The wrench didn't say much, but just walked loyally to Chu Guang.
Without taking the elevator, I went through the safety passage next to the elevator to the deepest part of Sanctuary No. 117 on the B3 floor.
Chu Guang clearly felt that the dust here was more than a little thicker than the first layer.
The two people passing through the corridor successfully arrived at the door of the administrator's office.
The door here is tightly closed.
Chu Guang reached out to fumble on the door for a while, his heart moved, and took out a magnetic card and stuck it on it.
The signal light on the door is on, and the alloy door panel is opened to one side and entered into the wall.
Looking at the decoration of the office and the power armor displayed by the wall, a hint of envy rose on Chu Guang's face.
Damn, why are other managers so rich, but my refuge so poor!
The simple decoration exudes a low-key luxury, and the display cabinet contains the manager's collections during his lifetime, including books and some decorations.
However, none of these are the key points.
The point is the set of streamlined armor shells, dark blue painted power armor, and the black box leaning against the desk!
That should be the suitcase mentioned by Dr. Principle!
However, rather than a suitcase, Chu Guang thought it was more appropriate to describe it as a suitcase.This thing is quite large, and it is as high as its calves when placed horizontally.
In addition, behind the desk was a skeleton wearing a blue coat.The skeleton's left elbow was supported by the arm of the chair, and VM had already slid from his forearm to the joint.
The moment he met the VM device, a line of light blue pop-up windows appeared in Chu Guang's sight.
The mission is completed!
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