In order to avoid trouble, after discussing with Wrench for a while, Old Luka finally decided to separate the two groups.
Thirty young and middle-aged laborers recruited from the refugee camp were assigned to the construction site of the cement factory, under the supervision of a player who has knowledge of civil engineering and 4 foremen selected from the brick factory.
These foremen are all wearing VMs, which can translate the player's language into easy-to-understand phonetic symbols.
After working in the brick factory for so long, they have long been familiar with how to work with those "Blue jackets". As long as there are translation tools, communication is not a big problem.
[ Keeping People Under The Knife ] Responsible for commanding the construction, the foremen are responsible for leading people to work, with a clear division of labor, each performing its duties.
The other 25 prisoners of war were escorted by two guards and walked along the elevated road out of the city to clear the obstacles on the way from Starwood Farm to Wetland Park.
If it is some gravel, throw it to the side of the road with a shovel. If it is an abandoned vehicle, use tools to disassemble it on the spot, put it on a trailer, and transport it to the south gate of Starwood Farm.
The Pioneer crew did not take all the equipment away. They left two hydraulic presses in the warehouse for Shelter 404, which can press rough-cut garbage into cubes that are easy to transport and send it to the steel plants to re-smelt them into useful materials.
It is a full 10 kilometers from Starwood Farm to the outpost. Due to the frequent activities of players, this area has formed a relatively safe area.
While repairing the road, Lucius plans to build a heavy industry base on the road, relocate the No. 81 steel factory, and build related supporting industries nearby.
Such as bullet production lines, gun production lines, etc.
After all, due to the terrain of Wetland Park, large vehicles cannot drive in at all, and there are trees all around, so the only an open-air parking lot that can recycle metal resources.
There were not many resources in that open-air parking lot. After the players took turns to search, now let alone the rusted car frame, even the railing next to the parking space has been pulled out.
If you want to expand the production scale, you still have to be closer to the resource point, and then the transportation is convenient. It would be better if there are ready-made buildings that can be used.
Combining these factors, Lucius immediately thought of the old nest of the Bloody Hand clan - the abandoned tire factory.
There is not only a complete fence, but also a fairly spacious warehouse, the kind that trucks can drive in directly from the main entrance.
Geographically, this tire factory is just a short distance away from the elevated highway out of the city. It is located in the middle of Wetland Park and Starwood Farm—and it is closer to Wetland Park.
At that time, because there were not enough manpower, and it was too far away from the resurrection point, Lucius simply gave up the stronghold, and asked the players to set fire to it before leaving.
Now that the number of NPCs and players has increased, it can be used again.
The only trouble is that the place is probably full of mutated cockroaches and mice at the moment, so I need to find a few players to go in and clean it. But this is nothing to Lucius.
It can just be thrown to the newcomers who entered the game in the Alpha0.8 version to practice and get familiar with the gameplay of this game and the fighting skills with aliens.
"At the beginning, I should have bought a nutrient cream synthesizer from the merchant in Red River Town."
I heard that the nutrient cream made from mutated cockroaches and mutated mice is quite popular in Red River Town.
Lucius thought it was a pity in his heart, stretched out his index finger and clicked twice on the screen of vm, and placed a mark on the map.
[ Mission: Eliminate alien species in the abandoned tire factory ( Located 4 kilometers north of Wetland Park. ) ]
[ Requirement: Kill at least 10 mutated mice or mutated cockroaches, this task can be received repeatedly. ]
[ Reward: 10 silver coins, 20 contributions. ]
After a while, he will send a guard to the entrance of the "Monster lair". As a task-related NPC, he will be responsible for issuing tasks and confirming completion, which is equivalent to supervising the players' work.
"I heard that the tail of the mutated mouse seems to be edible, but I don't know if it's true or not."
Although the players don't eat it, the refugees don't mind.
This thing is all meat. Who cares where it got it from?
...
4 kilometers north of Wetland Park, it is a fork in the road connecting the elevated highway out of the city and the urban area.
A young guard with an "Arbiter" rifle on his back was stepping on the snow on the ground, walking towards the abandoned tire factory.
His name is Nick, and he is the youngest member of the outpost guard.
Although he has joined the shelter for less than a month, his loyalty has already been recognized by the Manager.
Just now, Master Manager personally gave him the task, and asked him to go to the front line to supervise the residents of the shelter to eliminate the alien species in the abandoned tire factory.
Nick still remembers this place.
After all, just over a month ago, he was still a captive of the predators here.
It was an unforgettable memory.
Although the predators here have been wiped out, when he returned here again, he still couldn't help trembling instinctively.
"Come on... Nick, you have to pull yourself together."
Patting himself on the face hard, the 14-year-old boy took a deep breath of the cold air and overcame his fear with loyalty.
"This is a task entrusted to you by Master Manager!"
Gathering up his courage again, Nick took off the heavy rifle on his back, walked to the gate of the abandoned tire factory and stood still.
Didn't have to wait long.
Soon, several refuge residents in hunting suits with long and short cold weapons approached.
Even in this horrible weather, their faces are still full of sunny, confident and optimistic smiles, but they don't wear VMs on their arms.
In the words of the Manager, they are all "Newcomers", and they need to accumulate credit to obtain proof of identity.
Thinking of this, Nick couldn't help but feel a little proud, because he happened to be carrying such a "Identity certificate" on his arm.
The players came up to him and asked.
"Hello, are you here to pick up the mission?"
"Brother, we want to do the task of clearing out the alien species in the abandoned tire factory, do we need to go through any procedures?"
"Hey, where is the task pop-up window?"
"You are really stupid, where did the task pop-up window come from, and user information is integrated on the VM, and you can only buy it with money after you become a citizen!"
"Damn, this game is too real, the user interface actually costs money!"
Nick couldn't understand what they were chattering about.
But it doesn't matter.
The Manager has explained to him that he only needs to follow the prompts on the VM, do the things he should do step by step, read the lines that should be read, and then supervise their work.
"You are finally here."
After paying a military salute to these people, Nick stood up straight and said in a sonorous voice.
"Abandoned tires are often occupied by a group of aliens, we need to clean them out."
"Your mission is to kill at least ten mutant mice or mutant cockroaches. After completing the mission, I will report your results to the captain."
Although Nick himself didn't know what he meant by what he said, but after the players heard it, they rushed into the abandoned tire factory excitedly, and fought with the aliens wandering in the building. stand up.
It is hard not to admire those figures who bravely kill the enemy regardless of their own safety.
Although they did not wear VMs, their bravery did not lose to anyone.
Nick looked at their backs, admiring them, but feeling a little ashamed.
A few minutes ago, he almost didn't dare to approach here because of a bad memory.
"Sure enough, I haven't exercised enough..."
With more determined eyes, Nick tightened his grip on the rifle.
In order not to embarrass the VM worn on his left arm, and to be worthy of this proof of identity, he has to be more loyal!
...
While the newcomers were wielding axes and mallets to clean up the mutated mice and cockroaches in the abandoned tire factory, Night Commander, now equipped with new equipment, was leading two familiar players to attack the village located in Starwood Farm. Abandoned school in the northern urban area.
The school is not very large, probably a community college before the war.
Last time, he and a veteran of the perception department found an abandoned military camp here, as well as traces of the survivors' life.
Intuition told him that there should be something good to be found here.
Gunshots rang out one after another, breaking the silence here.
Breaking into the abandoned teaching building, his two teammates continued to harvest the nibblers wandering in the hall on the first floor with automatic weapons in their hands.
Raising his hand and sweeping away the three rushing eaters, [ Night Commander ] shouted excitedly at the teammates next to him.
"Hahahaha, brother, it's not me showing off, this 'Sickle' is so damn easy to use!"
It is indeed a CF joint weapon!
This chug-chug sound is much more refreshing than the cough-like sound of an iron-pipe rifle!
"+1!" With the flames jumping from the muzzle on his flushed face, [ I'm the Darkest ] shouted excitedly, "I'm f*cking explosive!"
Compared with the sickle assault rifle, the 5mm revolver he used before is simply a water gun!
At this moment, Night Commander, who was wearing an exoskeleton, was still holding a crowbar in his hand.
Seeing his teammates wasting bullets on the nibblers, he couldn't help cursing.
"Hey, you should save some ammunition, one bullet costs one silver coin!"
Originally, he also planned to buy an LD-47 for fun, but he gave all the money in his pocket to Mosquito.
Fortunately, Brother Mosquito finally got it right, and he really didn't lie to him. He really got him a set of armor that was exactly the same as Master Manager.
The hanging armor basically protected all the vital points of the body. Without affecting the mobility, the original set of mining exoskeleton was directly upgraded to the armor of the heavy infantry.
It would be perfect if it could be paired with a hammer!
The only pity is that he didn't even have a single coin in his pocket, and he still ate at his good brother's place for dinner yesterday.
If you get nothing this time, you will have to drink Mistral in the future.
Night Commander: "Don't panic, the money you earn is spent!"
I'm the Darkest: "That's right! If you don't spend money lavishly in the game, what's the difference with salted fish!"
Night Commander: "Brother, I don't seem to have many bullets, can you average me a little?"
I'm the Darkest: "Halo, brother, you should have said earlier, I am almost out of bullets."
Night Commander: "Damn! Why don't you save some."
I'm the Darkest: "You have the nerve to talk about me!"
Night Commander: "..."
That being said, after going deep into the interior of the building, the chug-chug two still stopped.
A magazine costs 30 silver coins. Thinking about it, it still hurts a bit. Night Commander put a bayonet on the bottom of the gun barrel, and I'm the Darkest was the ax hanging on my waist.
Playing around is playing around, and when we should be cautious, we should be more cautious.
This kind of narrow terrain can be solved with melee weapons, and it is better to use melee weapons as much as possible.
Go through the hall and into the hallway.
The three of them clearly felt that the atmosphere here was not natural.
I'm the Darkest: "This should be the laboratory building."
Night Commander: "Reason?"
I'm the Darkest: "I don't know, maybe it's full of liver smell."
Night Commander: "..."
"It's serious, no kidding," I frowned the Darkest, my eyes fluttered around alertly, "I feel something is approaching us."
Perception series LV4, 10 points of perception attribute, is still a bit weaker than the bosses, but the insight into general danger is still enough.
Don't take it lightly.
Night Commander switched the crowbar from his right hand to his left hand, and then took out a long pistol from his waist with his right hand.
However, almost at the same time, a shrill roar suddenly came from above the half-collapsed ceiling in front of him.
The three of them were startled, and quickly raised their guns, only to see a creeper sticking his head out from behind the gravel tile, and ran towards the three of them with a roar.
"F*ck! Crawler—"
Night Commander standing in the front row was the first to be hit by the rushing Crawler.
It happened so suddenly.
So that everyone didn't react at all.
Thanks to the cuirass hanging on the exoskeleton, Night Commander's blood boiled for a while, but he was fine.
The pistol was thrown out, and Night Commander and the Crawler rolled back five or six meters away, hitting the wall firmly with their backs.
Seeing the Crawler bite it off, he almost instinctively set up the crowbar to block the blood gushing from the bite, and pressed his hands forward desperately.
"Roar--!"
Stained teeth are close at hand!
Night Commander has even smelled it, the bad breath emanating from its mouth.
"F*ck!"
The steel pipe was gradually bent, dodging the spring water dripping with saliva and swearing, continuously increasing the output power of the exoskeleton, the right hand clenched into a fist was pushed out, and finally aimed at the head of the beast.
"Go to hell!"
The moment the voice fell, there was a bang.
As the fist-thick copper shell was thrown out from the outside of the arm, a steel nail as thick as a thumb was shot out from the front end of his arm, nailing hard through the Crawler's head.
Black blood splatter.
After struggling for a while with the hammered head off, the Crawler finally fell heavily next to Night Commander.
The two people who came to support, including Night Commander himself, who was pressed by the crawler, were all taken aback by the power.
"Damn it, what kind of equipment is this?"
After wiping the blood from his face, Night Commander spat and said.
"I don't know... Mosquito said this thing is called a nail shooter, and said that I can also call it a steel nail 1.0 if I want."
The principle seems to be that the nitrocellulose is compressed and ignited, pushing the steel nail in the nail shooter on the left arm to shoot out. According to Mosquito himself, it can penetrate a 20mm steel plate at a close distance.
Like the one on his chest.
"It's so easy to use..." I looked envious, and picked up the hot bullet casings on the ground, "Why don't you use an electric drive? Don't you have a battery on you?"
Night Commander: "Mosquito say this is more aggressive."
Explosive propulsion is much more powerful than electric motors. The only disadvantage is that you have to recharge the charge if you want to poke it a second time, and it cannot continue to output like a pile driver.
However, that doesn't seem necessary.
Half of the Crawler's head was blown off...
Night Commander team reached out and pulled Night Commander up from the ground.
"Brother, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but my stomach hurts from being hit."
Shaking his head, Night Commander picked up the ten-man pistol that had been dropped from the ground, and led the two teammates to continue exploring.
The previous Crawler seemed to be the last boss.
The ones I encountered later were all stupid eaters, and it was easy to deal with it with two melee combats, without any effort at all.
Next to a laboratory, the group found an entrance to a basement.
The door to the basement was open, and the dark passageway was eerie.
Night Commander swallowed, and said nervously.
"Want to go down and have a look?"
This is obviously nonsense. They've all been here, and they can't leave empty-handed.
If the following is the entrance to a certain labyrinth, or some hidden experimental institution, that would be great.
But now the problem is... Who goes down first?
I'm the Darkest: "I always feel that there is something bad in it... Night Commander, I leave it to you."
Night Commander: "Hey! You said something bad and let me go down!"
I'm the Darkest: "Otherwise? You are the most frank, if you don't go to the front, why don't you let me go to the front?"
Night Commander, "Is this a matter of frankness?"
Seeing that his teammates were more unreliable than the other, Night Commander sighed and stood up bravely.
"Let me do it."
I'm the Darkest looked at him excitedly, and put his right hand on his shoulder.
"Good brother, come on! I'll leave it to you! We are waiting for your news on the official website!"
Night Commander: "???"
Fortunately, this time I'm the Darkest instincts were not fulfilled, and the passage to the basement was free of deadly radiation, traps, and dangerous monsters lurking.
It's just relative, the end of the passage is also not a relic of pre-war civilization, the entrance of the underground labyrinth, and it is not a mysterious experimental institution.
However, their trip was not in vain.
In that spacious basement, ten low-temperature dormancy cabins were neatly arranged. The hatch was open, judging from the ash on it, it should have been open for a long time.
The battery has been removed, either by scavengers who have been here, or by those who woke up from the hibernation pod.
Fortunately, although the battery was removed, the motor equipment behind the dormant cabin was intact, not even a scratch!
According to the purchase price offered by the outpost warehouse, an undisassembled abandoned dormant cabin, the parts inside can be sold for at least 50 silver coins, and the highest can even reach 100 silver coins!
And here, there are ten seats!
The three of them held their breath in unison. Especially Night Commander, whose pocket was cleaner than his face, clenched his fists even more excitedly at this moment.
Awesome!
Just a wave of fat!
Night Commander: "There is only one problem now, how should we move so many things back?"
I'm the Darkest said excitedly: "It's simple, we can rent a truck. I've consulted about the price, and it's about 10 silver coins per kilometer."
It's about 20 kilometers from here to Wetland Park. Just search for it, and it's easy to earn back the travel expenses.
"By the way... this sign looks familiar." Standing beside a desk, I'm the Darkest held a metal box that was pulled out of a drawer in his hand.
The whole body of the box was pitch black, and the material was unknown. It was impossible to tell what it was for, and there was no mechanism or button that could be opened.
Only the back of the box is printed with an inset circular LOGO.
"Let me see."
Walking to I'm the Darkest Side, Night Commander took the black box from his hand and stared at the LOGO for a while.
I saw a small dot around the outside of the big circle, a bit like the earth and the moon, and a bit like a hydrogen atom.
So familiar... I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.
Night Commander frowned.
At this moment, the old man in the Night Commander group who was standing on the sidelines suddenly interjected.
"I've seen this! It's in the document updated on the official website database yesterday!"
Night Commander suddenly came to his senses and blurted out.
"Academy!?"
The three people who reacted were stunned for a moment.
F*ck! ?
Is this going to trigger a plot?!
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In order to avoid trouble, after discussing with Wrench for a while, Old Luka finally decided to separate the two groups.
Thirty young and middle-aged laborers recruited from the refugee camp were assigned to the construction site of the cement factory, under the supervision of a player who has knowledge of civil engineering and 4 foremen selected from the brick factory.
These foremen are all wearing VMs, which can translate the player's language into easy-to-understand phonetic symbols.
After working in the brick factory for so long, they have long been familiar with how to work with those "Blue jackets". As long as there are translation tools, communication is not a big problem.
[ Keeping People Under The Knife ] Responsible for commanding the construction, the foremen are responsible for leading people to work, with a clear division of labor, each performing its duties.
The other 25 prisoners of war were escorted by two guards and walked along the elevated road out of the city to clear the obstacles on the way from Starwood Farm to Wetland Park.
If it is some gravel, throw it to the side of the road with a shovel. If it is an abandoned vehicle, use tools to disassemble it on the spot, put it on a trailer, and transport it to the south gate of Starwood Farm.
The Pioneer crew did not take all the equipment away. They left two hydraulic presses in the warehouse for Shelter 404, which can press rough-cut garbage into cubes that are easy to transport and send it to the steel plants to re-smelt them into useful materials.
It is a full 10 kilometers from Starwood Farm to the outpost. Due to the frequent activities of players, this area has formed a relatively safe area.
While repairing the road, Lucius plans to build a heavy industry base on the road, relocate the No. 81 steel factory, and build related supporting industries nearby.
Such as bullet production lines, gun production lines, etc.
After all, due to the terrain of Wetland Park, large vehicles cannot drive in at all, and there are trees all around, so the only an open-air parking lot that can recycle metal resources.
There were not many resources in that open-air parking lot. After the players took turns to search, now let alone the rusted car frame, even the railing next to the parking space has been pulled out.
If you want to expand the production scale, you still have to be closer to the resource point, and then the transportation is convenient. It would be better if there are ready-made buildings that can be used.
Combining these factors, Lucius immediately thought of the old nest of the Bloody Hand clan - the abandoned tire factory.
There is not only a complete fence, but also a fairly spacious warehouse, the kind that trucks can drive in directly from the main entrance.
Geographically, this tire factory is just a short distance away from the elevated highway out of the city. It is located in the middle of Wetland Park and Starwood Farm—and it is closer to Wetland Park.
At that time, because there were not enough manpower, and it was too far away from the resurrection point, Lucius simply gave up the stronghold, and asked the players to set fire to it before leaving.
Now that the number of NPCs and players has increased, it can be used again.
The only trouble is that the place is probably full of mutated cockroaches and mice at the moment, so I need to find a few players to go in and clean it. But this is nothing to Lucius.
It can just be thrown to the newcomers who entered the game in the Alpha0.8 version to practice and get familiar with the gameplay of this game and the fighting skills with aliens.
"At the beginning, I should have bought a nutrient cream synthesizer from the merchant in Red River Town."
I heard that the nutrient cream made from mutated cockroaches and mutated mice is quite popular in Red River Town.
Lucius thought it was a pity in his heart, stretched out his index finger and clicked twice on the screen of vm, and placed a mark on the map.
[ Mission: Eliminate alien species in the abandoned tire factory ( Located 4 kilometers north of Wetland Park. ) ]
[ Requirement: Kill at least 10 mutated mice or mutated cockroaches, this task can be received repeatedly. ]
[ Reward: 10 silver coins, 20 contributions. ]
After a while, he will send a guard to the entrance of the "Monster lair". As a task-related NPC, he will be responsible for issuing tasks and confirming completion, which is equivalent to supervising the players' work.
"I heard that the tail of the mutated mouse seems to be edible, but I don't know if it's true or not."
Although the players don't eat it, the refugees don't mind.
This thing is all meat. Who cares where it got it from?
...
4 kilometers north of Wetland Park, it is a fork in the road connecting the elevated highway out of the city and the urban area.
A young guard with an "Arbiter" rifle on his back was stepping on the snow on the ground, walking towards the abandoned tire factory.
His name is Nick, and he is the youngest member of the outpost guard.
Although he has joined the shelter for less than a month, his loyalty has already been recognized by the Manager.
Just now, Master Manager personally gave him the task, and asked him to go to the front line to supervise the residents of the shelter to eliminate the alien species in the abandoned tire factory.
Nick still remembers this place.
After all, just over a month ago, he was still a captive of the predators here.
It was an unforgettable memory.
Although the predators here have been wiped out, when he returned here again, he still couldn't help trembling instinctively.
"Come on... Nick, you have to pull yourself together."
Patting himself on the face hard, the 14-year-old boy took a deep breath of the cold air and overcame his fear with loyalty.
"This is a task entrusted to you by Master Manager!"
Gathering up his courage again, Nick took off the heavy rifle on his back, walked to the gate of the abandoned tire factory and stood still.
Didn't have to wait long.
Soon, several refuge residents in hunting suits with long and short cold weapons approached.
Even in this horrible weather, their faces are still full of sunny, confident and optimistic smiles, but they don't wear VMs on their arms.
In the words of the Manager, they are all "Newcomers", and they need to accumulate credit to obtain proof of identity.
Thinking of this, Nick couldn't help but feel a little proud, because he happened to be carrying such a "Identity certificate" on his arm.
The players came up to him and asked.
"Hello, are you here to pick up the mission?"
"Brother, we want to do the task of clearing out the alien species in the abandoned tire factory, do we need to go through any procedures?"
"Hey, where is the task pop-up window?"
"You are really stupid, where did the task pop-up window come from, and user information is integrated on the VM, and you can only buy it with money after you become a citizen!"
"Damn, this game is too real, the user interface actually costs money!"
Nick couldn't understand what they were chattering about.
But it doesn't matter.
The Manager has explained to him that he only needs to follow the prompts on the VM, do the things he should do step by step, read the lines that should be read, and then supervise their work.
"You are finally here."
After paying a military salute to these people, Nick stood up straight and said in a sonorous voice.
"Abandoned tires are often occupied by a group of aliens, we need to clean them out."
"Your mission is to kill at least ten mutant mice or mutant cockroaches. After completing the mission, I will report your results to the captain."
Although Nick himself didn't know what he meant by what he said, but after the players heard it, they rushed into the abandoned tire factory excitedly, and fought with the aliens wandering in the building. stand up.
It is hard not to admire those figures who bravely kill the enemy regardless of their own safety.
Although they did not wear VMs, their bravery did not lose to anyone.
Nick looked at their backs, admiring them, but feeling a little ashamed.
A few minutes ago, he almost didn't dare to approach here because of a bad memory.
"Sure enough, I haven't exercised enough..."
With more determined eyes, Nick tightened his grip on the rifle.
In order not to embarrass the VM worn on his left arm, and to be worthy of this proof of identity, he has to be more loyal!
...
While the newcomers were wielding axes and mallets to clean up the mutated mice and cockroaches in the abandoned tire factory, Night Commander, now equipped with new equipment, was leading two familiar players to attack the village located in Starwood Farm. Abandoned school in the northern urban area.
The school is not very large, probably a community college before the war.
Last time, he and a veteran of the perception department found an abandoned military camp here, as well as traces of the survivors' life.
Intuition told him that there should be something good to be found here.
Gunshots rang out one after another, breaking the silence here.
Breaking into the abandoned teaching building, his two teammates continued to harvest the nibblers wandering in the hall on the first floor with automatic weapons in their hands.
Raising his hand and sweeping away the three rushing eaters, [ Night Commander ] shouted excitedly at the teammates next to him.
"Hahahaha, brother, it's not me showing off, this 'Sickle' is so damn easy to use!"
It is indeed a CF joint weapon!
This chug-chug sound is much more refreshing than the cough-like sound of an iron-pipe rifle!
"+1!" With the flames jumping from the muzzle on his flushed face, [ I'm the Darkest ] shouted excitedly, "I'm f*cking explosive!"
Compared with the sickle assault rifle, the 5mm revolver he used before is simply a water gun!
At this moment, Night Commander, who was wearing an exoskeleton, was still holding a crowbar in his hand.
Seeing his teammates wasting bullets on the nibblers, he couldn't help cursing.
"Hey, you should save some ammunition, one bullet costs one silver coin!"
Originally, he also planned to buy an LD-47 for fun, but he gave all the money in his pocket to Mosquito.
Fortunately, Brother Mosquito finally got it right, and he really didn't lie to him. He really got him a set of armor that was exactly the same as Master Manager.
The hanging armor basically protected all the vital points of the body. Without affecting the mobility, the original set of mining exoskeleton was directly upgraded to the armor of the heavy infantry.
It would be perfect if it could be paired with a hammer!
The only pity is that he didn't even have a single coin in his pocket, and he still ate at his good brother's place for dinner yesterday.
If you get nothing this time, you will have to drink Mistral in the future.
Night Commander: "Don't panic, the money you earn is spent!"
I'm the Darkest: "That's right! If you don't spend money lavishly in the game, what's the difference with salted fish!"
Night Commander: "Brother, I don't seem to have many bullets, can you average me a little?"
I'm the Darkest: "Halo, brother, you should have said earlier, I am almost out of bullets."
Night Commander: "Damn! Why don't you save some."
I'm the Darkest: "You have the nerve to talk about me!"
Night Commander: "..."
That being said, after going deep into the interior of the building, the chug-chug two still stopped.
A magazine costs 30 silver coins. Thinking about it, it still hurts a bit. Night Commander put a bayonet on the bottom of the gun barrel, and I'm the Darkest was the ax hanging on my waist.
Playing around is playing around, and when we should be cautious, we should be more cautious.
This kind of narrow terrain can be solved with melee weapons, and it is better to use melee weapons as much as possible.
Go through the hall and into the hallway.
The three of them clearly felt that the atmosphere here was not natural.
I'm the Darkest: "This should be the laboratory building."
Night Commander: "Reason?"
I'm the Darkest: "I don't know, maybe it's full of liver smell."
Night Commander: "..."
"It's serious, no kidding," I frowned the Darkest, my eyes fluttered around alertly, "I feel something is approaching us."
Perception series LV4, 10 points of perception attribute, is still a bit weaker than the bosses, but the insight into general danger is still enough.
Don't take it lightly.
Night Commander switched the crowbar from his right hand to his left hand, and then took out a long pistol from his waist with his right hand.
However, almost at the same time, a shrill roar suddenly came from above the half-collapsed ceiling in front of him.
The three of them were startled, and quickly raised their guns, only to see a creeper sticking his head out from behind the gravel tile, and ran towards the three of them with a roar.
"F*ck! Crawler—"
Night Commander standing in the front row was the first to be hit by the rushing Crawler.
It happened so suddenly.
So that everyone didn't react at all.
Thanks to the cuirass hanging on the exoskeleton, Night Commander's blood boiled for a while, but he was fine.
The pistol was thrown out, and Night Commander and the Crawler rolled back five or six meters away, hitting the wall firmly with their backs.
Seeing the Crawler bite it off, he almost instinctively set up the crowbar to block the blood gushing from the bite, and pressed his hands forward desperately.
"Roar--!"
Stained teeth are close at hand!
Night Commander has even smelled it, the bad breath emanating from its mouth.
"F*ck!"
The steel pipe was gradually bent, dodging the spring water dripping with saliva and swearing, continuously increasing the output power of the exoskeleton, the right hand clenched into a fist was pushed out, and finally aimed at the head of the beast.
"Go to hell!"
The moment the voice fell, there was a bang.
As the fist-thick copper shell was thrown out from the outside of the arm, a steel nail as thick as a thumb was shot out from the front end of his arm, nailing hard through the Crawler's head.
Black blood splatter.
After struggling for a while with the hammered head off, the Crawler finally fell heavily next to Night Commander.
The two people who came to support, including Night Commander himself, who was pressed by the crawler, were all taken aback by the power.
"Damn it, what kind of equipment is this?"
After wiping the blood from his face, Night Commander spat and said.
"I don't know... Mosquito said this thing is called a nail shooter, and said that I can also call it a steel nail 1.0 if I want."
The principle seems to be that the nitrocellulose is compressed and ignited, pushing the steel nail in the nail shooter on the left arm to shoot out. According to Mosquito himself, it can penetrate a 20mm steel plate at a close distance.
Like the one on his chest.
"It's so easy to use..." I looked envious, and picked up the hot bullet casings on the ground, "Why don't you use an electric drive? Don't you have a battery on you?"
Night Commander: "Mosquito say this is more aggressive."
Explosive propulsion is much more powerful than electric motors. The only disadvantage is that you have to recharge the charge if you want to poke it a second time, and it cannot continue to output like a pile driver.
However, that doesn't seem necessary.
Half of the Crawler's head was blown off...
Night Commander team reached out and pulled Night Commander up from the ground.
"Brother, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but my stomach hurts from being hit."
Shaking his head, Night Commander picked up the ten-man pistol that had been dropped from the ground, and led the two teammates to continue exploring.
The previous Crawler seemed to be the last boss.
The ones I encountered later were all stupid eaters, and it was easy to deal with it with two melee combats, without any effort at all.
Next to a laboratory, the group found an entrance to a basement.
The door to the basement was open, and the dark passageway was eerie.
Night Commander swallowed, and said nervously.
"Want to go down and have a look?"
This is obviously nonsense. They've all been here, and they can't leave empty-handed.
If the following is the entrance to a certain labyrinth, or some hidden experimental institution, that would be great.
But now the problem is... Who goes down first?
I'm the Darkest: "I always feel that there is something bad in it... Night Commander, I leave it to you."
Night Commander: "Hey! You said something bad and let me go down!"
I'm the Darkest: "Otherwise? You are the most frank, if you don't go to the front, why don't you let me go to the front?"
Night Commander, "Is this a matter of frankness?"
Seeing that his teammates were more unreliable than the other, Night Commander sighed and stood up bravely.
"Let me do it."
I'm the Darkest looked at him excitedly, and put his right hand on his shoulder.
"Good brother, come on! I'll leave it to you! We are waiting for your news on the official website!"
Night Commander: "???"
Fortunately, this time I'm the Darkest instincts were not fulfilled, and the passage to the basement was free of deadly radiation, traps, and dangerous monsters lurking.
It's just relative, the end of the passage is also not a relic of pre-war civilization, the entrance of the underground labyrinth, and it is not a mysterious experimental institution.
However, their trip was not in vain.
In that spacious basement, ten low-temperature dormancy cabins were neatly arranged. The hatch was open, judging from the ash on it, it should have been open for a long time.
The battery has been removed, either by scavengers who have been here, or by those who woke up from the hibernation pod.
Fortunately, although the battery was removed, the motor equipment behind the dormant cabin was intact, not even a scratch!
According to the purchase price offered by the outpost warehouse, an undisassembled abandoned dormant cabin, the parts inside can be sold for at least 50 silver coins, and the highest can even reach 100 silver coins!
And here, there are ten seats!
The three of them held their breath in unison. Especially Night Commander, whose pocket was cleaner than his face, clenched his fists even more excitedly at this moment.
Awesome!
Just a wave of fat!
Night Commander: "There is only one problem now, how should we move so many things back?"
I'm the Darkest said excitedly: "It's simple, we can rent a truck. I've consulted about the price, and it's about 10 silver coins per kilometer."
It's about 20 kilometers from here to Wetland Park. Just search for it, and it's easy to earn back the travel expenses.
"By the way... this sign looks familiar." Standing beside a desk, I'm the Darkest held a metal box that was pulled out of a drawer in his hand.
The whole body of the box was pitch black, and the material was unknown. It was impossible to tell what it was for, and there was no mechanism or button that could be opened.
Only the back of the box is printed with an inset circular LOGO.
"Let me see."
Walking to I'm the Darkest Side, Night Commander took the black box from his hand and stared at the LOGO for a while.
I saw a small dot around the outside of the big circle, a bit like the earth and the moon, and a bit like a hydrogen atom.
So familiar... I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.
Night Commander frowned.
At this moment, the old man in the Night Commander group who was standing on the sidelines suddenly interjected.
"I've seen this! It's in the document updated on the official website database yesterday!"
Night Commander suddenly came to his senses and blurted out.
"Academy!?"
The three people who reacted were stunned for a moment.
F*ck! ?
Is this going to trigger a plot?!
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