Late at night.
Old Luka sent a message, reporting today's income to Lucius.
Among them, 2000CR is a fixed salary. Since the logistics department of the Pioneer purchased value-added services that doubled its production capacity, a total of 255 tons of garbage were collected, and the commission was 1275CR, which added up to 3275CR!
Then there is the operating income from breakfast, dinner, and supper. This extra income has reached 700CR!
Adding the daily meal supplement of 600CR and deducting the 150CR spent on purchasing supplies and ingredients, today’s balance has reached 4425CR.
As for the cost, the task reward for every 100 kilograms of garbage is one silver coin, which is equivalent to 2550 silver.
Oh, by the way, there are still 2550 activity points.
Evenly distributed to 200 people, the per capita income is still a little low, which should be lowered by some intelligence players.
I hope that the little players will continue to work hard and create greater glories!
"Counting the 1200 left over from yesterday's half-day, the total income in the two days is 5625! Good guy, it's enough to buy 18 assault rifles!"
When his arsenal was the highest before, he didn't have so many weapons.
Lucius can't wait to convert all the money he saved into guns now, hang a handful of 400 silver coins in the weapon shop, and then start an event-"For any weapon exclusive to the expansion pack, 1 activity point can deduct 5 silver coins, up to 50% of the total price can be deducted.”
I believe that after the first wave of players come back, they will definitely jump up excitedly!
Presumably they will work harder when they go next time!
Lucius felt that he had understood the game promotions of the major manufacturers, and it was not in vain for him to get so much talent.
Leaning on the computer chair, Lucius held the back of his head with his hands, looking at the ceiling and thinking.
"Tomorrow is the last day before the shift change. The day after tomorrow, new players will go online, and the handover between the two groups will officially begin."
"50 old players bring 150 new players... I hope there will be no trouble."
Or……
Just go there yourself.
There are Popo, Sumeria, Yuki, and so many old players at the base.
It shouldn't be a big problem!
Just when Lucius turned off the text file and played a game of "Stars" to relax, Howard from the logistics department was staring at the plate on the table in a daze on the Pioneer, ten kilometers away.
"This...is Blue Coat's Pie?"
His secretary Werther replied.
"It's Baozi."
"What about this one? The skin is transparent?"
"It's also a steamed stuffed bun... I heard it's a soup dumpling. It's better to dip it in vinegar and eat it while it's hot."
"What about the flat ones? Boiled buns?"
"Uh, I heard that this is called sweet dumplings."
"???"
Weird food.
In Ideal City, fat and protein are not wrapped in carbohydrates like this.
And there is no supermarket that sells the food of refugees - those exotic meats.
The lowest-level employees and the unemployed rely on synthetic starch and a small amount of dietary fiber to survive. The bowls of middle-level employees will have plant meat and some meals designed to be nutritionally balanced. After all, the latter is the backbone of the enterprise and irreplaceable by machinery. Mostly, businesses usually start thinking about their health.
And the employees on the upper level can eat the pre-war crops produced by the CNC planting tower and the meat synthesized through rigorous scientific plans. Although this type of food is also an industrial product, in addition to nutrition itself, it will also pay more attention to eating experience.
The quality of food for senior employees and middle-level and above managers is quite high. Not only can they have the opportunity to taste farmed meat with evenly distributed fat and eggs hatched from live poultry, but they can also taste pure natural milk.
Through cooking equipment that is more sophisticated than CNC machine tools, they can even control the texture and taste of ingredients at the molecular level. With the help of technology, food becomes an art.
Looking at the pile of buns in front of him, Howard couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
This thing is probably not considered art, but more like a cultural product.
It is said that it contains different kinds of meat...
Can it really be eaten?
In the spirit of positivism that so many people ate it and didn't care what happened to others, Howard finally let go of his prejudices, picked it up and took a bite.
Then……
The 2nd mouth, the 3rd mouth...
Howard: "???"
F*ck!?
This taste is a little bit over the top!
...
The next day.
At the west gate of the outpost, the guards squatting in the trenches wore uniform fur coats and carried a uniquely shaped rifle on their shoulders.
The square gun body, pitch-black casing, thick receiver structure and pure wooden buttstock make it look a bit like a Warhammer.
Even if someone picks it up and uses it as a blunt weapon, there won't be the slightest sense of disobedience.
The big and rough aesthetics of violence are vividly reflected in it. But its name is quite restrained or lawful.
[ Arbitrator Type I ]
Outpost Guard standard weapon!
"Fire!"
Boom--!
Fifteen gunshots rang out in unison, and the bullets flew towards the target a hundred meters away in a murderous manner, tearing apart the tree trunk near the target.
The captain of the guard, Wrench, had a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.
Ten of the fifteen targets missed. The most embarrassing thing was that he missed the target. The bullet whizzed into the woods and disappeared.
The most important thing is that the manager is standing at the door and watching.
"Reload!" Wrench shouted loudly.
The guards quickly pulled the bolt, threw the hot shell casings into the snow, re-aimed at the target, and waited for the order to start a new round of shooting.
"Is it quite powerful?"
Using a wooden telescope to look at the rows of tree trunks shot through a hundred meters away, Lucius couldn't help but have a hint of surprise written on his face.
This power feels much stronger than the 7mm iron barrel rifle that Liszt sold him.
Is it really an imitation?
"Didn't you tell me that the bigger the better? Anyway, the receiver is so thick. I thought it would be a pity not to use it. I simply increased the length of the shell and the charge. Now it uses 7x70mm rifle ammunition, which is longer than before. 20mm." Standing beside him with a cane, Sumeria gave him a teasing look, "Is this big enough?"
"Big enough is big enough," Lucius said with emotion, "It's just that the hit rate is a bit leaking."
But it doesn't really matter.
These guards are not on the front line in the first place, and there is no need to hand over the targets 100m away to them, and let the players slam it and it's over.
Fire a warning shot into the sky, just loud enough! If it wasn't for worrying about clogging the receiver, he would even replace the smokeless gunpowder with lower-cost black gunpowder, which is not only loud enough but also smokes.
It is said that there are a lot of life professional players recruited recently, and everyone is living a bit of Buddhism. In the next version, Lucius plans to recruit more B club players to come in and pick up trash.
Then recruit some P club players to come in and fight.
"It's probably a problem with the material of the bullet and the barrel. It's okay within 50m, but the ballistic spread is a bit large outside 100m. I'll think about how to solve this problem..." Seeing Lucius looking at him strangely, Sumeria was slightly stunned Next, "Is there something on my face?"
"No, it's pretty clean." Looking at the confused Sumeria, Lucius nodded with a smile, "I just think you've been diligent recently, and you've taken the initiative to consider for me. As your boss, I very pleased."
"Why are you thinking for you, don't be sentimental!" With a blushing, Sumeria gave him a fierce look, and walked away with difficulty on crutches.
Lucius smiled and ignored her. After contemplating his expression for a while, he walked straight out of the west gate and found the wrench squatting in the trench.
Crawling out of the trench, Wrench looked at the Manager with a guilty face, lowered his head, and wanted to explain with a red face.
"My lord, I..."
"Hold your head up! Hold your chest up, you are the guards of the outpost, the defenders of order and justice."
After scolding, Lucius nodded in approval when he saw the captain of the guard standing at attention again.
After a short pause, he continued.
"The gun has just been issued to you. It's normal to miss the first time. You will find the feeling after practicing a few times. I have watched your training. Don't blame yourself, but don't let up!"
Wrench said quickly.
"Subordinates dare not!"
Lucius nodded, patted the snow off his shoulders, looked at his firm eyes and continued.
"Tomorrow, I will take you on a long journey. This will be your first mission. You are the captain of the guard, remember to watch and learn more."
"In addition, you will go to the warehouse in a while, ask the warehouse manager to get 14 VMs, and distribute them to your other brothers. You should know how to use them, so I don't need to explain more."
Including the wrench that is now worn on the arm, a total of 15 VMs are dedicated to guards that Lucius asked Popo to help edit. They can directly identify the player's ID with the help of the map, and report violations directly to Lucius.
If a violation is confirmed, Lucius will be punished based on the facts.
Although the beta testers on the server are relatively friendly at present, in the future when there are more people, various problems will always arise.
Guns can only deter low-level rookies and vassal refugees, and higher-level players still have to rely on authority to deter them.
Wrench said with great momentum.
"Yes!"
...
The fourth day of the launch of the Alpha0.7 version.
Early in the morning, Wrench led the 15 guards from the outpost and lined up neatly at the north gate.
Practice for several days is still somewhat effective. Not to mention how strong the combat power is, at least the standing posture and formation look like that, and they are no longer crooked and lazy.
The daily meals consisted of fish and meat, and they were full of croissants and green Maiden. The complexions on their faces were much better than when they just came out of the marauder's dungeon.
Oliver, who came from the Pioneer to escort the workers to the operation camp for a change of shift, glanced at the guards with rifles on their backs and stood neatly in a row.
These people's equipment was simple, with heavy rifles and packed luggage on their backs, and they wore coats made of mutated reindeer fur. It could only be said that they were barely uniform.
The only piece of high-tech equipment on their bodies is probably the vital sign monitor worn on their arms—that is, the common VM in shelters.
What is surprising, however, is their discipline.
However, Oliver always felt that they were not people from the shelter, but more like refugees from the wasteland. Most of the blue coats in the shelter look clean and handsome, and their appearance is more similar to the employees above the middle level of the enterprise, and they don't seem to be able to endure hardship.
However, these people are different, they have suffered a lot just by looking at their faces.
When Oliver was thinking about something, the two marines behind him were deserting on the communication channel.
"What did you have for breakfast?"
"Go to Blue Coat and buy two buns."
"Damn it? When did you get down?"
"Five o'clock."
"Awesome!"
Oliver coughed and scolded on the communication channel.
"Quiet."
The two marines immediately shut their mouths and turned off their microphones.
At this time, Wrench and Oliver met their eyes, walked over with the rifle on their backs, stood at attention and gave a neat military salute.
"Lord Manager asked me to wait for you here. He will bring people up at eight o'clock. Before that, he needs a little time to mobilize his residents."
Oliver looked at him and nodded, and said.
"I see, don't worry."
The departure time he agreed with Lucius was eight o'clock in the morning.
It's just that the situation on the road today was relatively smooth. He and his subordinates arrived at the destination half an hour earlier than expected.
"Please allow me to take you to the reception room to rest for a while."
Oliver shook his head and declined.
"No, I'll just wait here."
Wearing power armor, waiting anywhere is actually the same.
Anyway, no matter how heavy the snow was blowing outside, it couldn't hit him, let alone feel the slightest bit of cold.
Wrench nodded, didn't insist anymore, turned around and returned to the queue, standing with the brothers in the guard.
But at this very moment, the second basement floor of the shelter was bustling.
The once-in-a-version welcome meeting is going on to its climax.
Little players in blue coats stared at the big eyes of copper bells, came out of their rooms, and followed the guidance of the broadcast to the square in front of the elevator on the B2 floor.
The bewildered emotions resonated in the crowd, almost everyone couldn't believe their eyes, everything in front of them was real.
But the facts are right in front of their eyes!
It's an almost completely real world!
And they are all standing here in the form of living people, breathing the air here, listening to the voices in their ears, and feeling the blood surging in their chests.
"Wasteland OL"——
It just exploded!
"F*ck, shit, shit!"
"Is this the shelter No. 404?!"
"Hey! This wall is so hard! No model can go through it, and this sticker is so realistic!"
"Hahahahahaha, awesome, I didn't expect to actually play a fully immersive virtual reality game in my lifetime! Brothers, wait, I'll go to handstand to have diarrhea when I'm offline!"
"Brother, remember to start the live broadcast!"
"Need help? I'll send you a bottle of fish oil!"
"F*ck, are you serious?"
Almost the same as the first few waves of newcomers entering the game.
The newbies standing in the square in front of the elevator on the B2 floor danced excitedly, touched left and right, and bumped into the wall, jumping around in place, as if some kind of grand ceremony was being held.
Dozens of old players who didn't get tickets for the expansion pack stood aside and commented, remembering their lost youth and past.
Lucius is also observing these players, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.
But what made him more satisfied was that there seemed to be no trousers strippers among the players who came in this time.
It seems that this group of newcomers are more reserved.
Of course, it is also possible that after the advice of old players on the forum, these newcomers are quite familiar with the basic settings of this game, and have reached the level of cloud players before entering the game.
For example, Wasteland OL can only create one account per person. This account will accompany them from the closed beta to the public beta. It cannot be canceled. After quitting the game, the operator will take back the account and reserve the right to reissue the account to others.
At this time, Lucius happened to see a young player in the crowd suddenly yelled "Karma" and fell back on the ground.
Slightly stunned, Lucius said in a low voice.
"Popo."
Popo, who was following Lucius, lifted the camera.
"What's the matter? Master."
His gaze stayed on the system interface that only he could see, Lucius said thoughtfully.
"Does being too excited also cause disconnections?"
Popi: "Uh, generally speaking, it is not possible, but it is not so absolute. For example, if the clone body goes into physical shock due to being too excited, the connection of the conscious body will naturally be interrupted... But this probability is really high. It's too small, will anyone really go into shock?"
Lucius: "..."
Physiological shock is fine.
Lucius glanced at the player list, wanting to see who the unlucky one was, but when he saw the name, he was slightly taken aback.
Quit Smoking?
All right.
This guy's words are understandable, 80 points are considered quite satisfactory, stuck on the edge of the second grade of scores, unexpectedly it took so many versions to come in.
But having said that, what if you take off the helmet and continue to be excited?
Will it even go into shock in reality...
Lucius suddenly worried about him.
Not far away.
Tail with his arms folded, she shook her head in disappointment, and said old-fashionedly: "Tsk, those newcomers are not good, they are all human!"
Sisi squinted at her: "Human beings can't satisfy you anymore."
Tail said dissatisfied: "I mean, is there no more fantasy creature? Such as skeletons, slimes, or tentacles! By the way, if you can customize the character, I would like to be a tentacle hand monster!"
Sis sighed.
"As expected of you."
I always feel like I see a side that I don't usually see.
...
Meanwhile, on the surface.
Shuri was busy searching in the hut.
Yaya walked into the door, glanced left and right, and finally found Shuri with her head buried in the box and rummaging for something next to a wooden machine.
"Shuri! We're leaving soon... Huh? What is this piece of cloth?"
Looking at the piece of cloth with soft fabric and light texture on the table, Yaya took it in his hand curiously.
Shuri turned his head, blushed, rushed up and snatched it away.
"Are you changing, changing...too much?"
Yaya: "?"
"Anyway, I haven't finished this one yet! I'll talk about it when I'm done. Ah, by the way, the Manager asked me to bring some clothes over here... Hurry up and get some for me."
Looking at Shuri who turned back to rummaging through boxes and boxes, Yaya tilted her head in confusion, but went up to help.
During the chat, Yaya learned that these clothes are all made of devil silk.
These days, Shuri has been studying how to weave devil silk into cloth. Some time ago, the craft of reeling and weaving finally achieved certain results.
Although the foot-operated loom is a little backward, the cloth woven is usable. The cloth made of devil silk is not very warm, but it is strong enough.
Ordinary steel scissors can't cut it, you have to use the mouthparts of the devil moth to cut it.
Shuri made a dozen or so T-shirts out of these silk fabrics, but it seems that they can only be worn as underwear.
"By the way, why are you bringing this?"
"I heard that it can be exchanged for rewards!"
"Huh? Really?"
Yaya's mind was a little moved.
She just picked a few beautiful mushrooms yesterday, and they were not poisonous.
"Wait for me! I'll go back and get something!"
"Ah, can you go back and get something in time?"
"Wait for me! Soon!"
After such back and forth, when the two hurried to the north gate, the team was about to leave.
"Master Manager! The clothes I've made in the past few days...have you seen enough?" Panting after running, Shuri picked up the clothes in his hands and asked shyly.
Lucius was not picky about the quality of the clothes. After all, he didn't know what kind of products the crew of the Pioneer liked.
It's not bad to be able to prepare these in such a short time.
All in all a try.
Lucius nodded approvingly and said.
"Not bad, thank you for your hard work."
Shuri smiled shyly.
Just now, her VM received a reminder that the task was completed and rewarded her with 100 activity points.
At the same time, the next task is triggered immediately——
[ Task: Sell the clothes made of devil silk to the crew of the Pioneer. ]
[ Reward: For every 1 CR obtained, it can be exchanged for 1 silver coin and 1 activity point. ]
Looking at the taskbar, Shuri's eyes sparkled.
I didn't expect to get activity points before going to the new map, and also unlocked new map-related tasks.
This wave is simply a big profit!
...
Due to the accidental death of Brother Red Face, there were only 199 players who went to change shifts this time.
But it doesn't matter, when the time comes, Lucius will think of a reason casually, and choose the player who has picked up the most garbage in the past three days to stay for another round.
After all the players have completed a round, he will count the collection volume of all players within three days, and adjust the rules of the expansion pack, changing the task distribution method of rain and dew to centralized registration and merit-based admission.
In this way, not only can the efficiency of picking up garbage be improved, but also players who are not so interested in picking up garbage can choose to engage in other more interesting jobs.
Such as kneading dough and making dumplings, or setting up a stall to sell barbecue.
As long as you can help shelter 404 earn "Foreign exchange", you can get event points.
This wave of Lucius is called light industry wool! As long as he can buy back that industrial mother machine, it will be worth all the sweat he put in.
By the way, before Yaya came to him with banknotes to exchange money, in addition to giving her silver coins, Lucius also gave her corresponding activity points later.
Looking at the scattered players, Lucius raised his volume and shouted loudly.
"Everyone gather."
"Our allies are waiting for us to help, don't let them wait too long."
"Now, let's go!"
A group of people set off on the road in a mighty manner, and the line was even longer than the first time they went.
In the team of nearly 200 people, three-quarters are players. These people have not recovered from their excitement, and they want to touch everything they see along the way.
In reality, many of them haven't even seen the shadow of snow yet, but in this game, it's already snowing like goose feathers!
Thanks to the heavy snow.
If it catches up with other seasons, there will be either mutated cockroaches or mice on the road, as well as those washbasin-sized flies, and hyenas with their fangs bared.
If you fumble casually, losing an arm is a trivial matter, but losing your life is a big deal.
Looking at these not-so-smart blue coats, the two marine soldiers following Captain Oliver looked at each other in blank dismay.
"Are these people okay?"
"Why do I feel so stupid..."
"Compared with the last wave of people, they really don't look very smart."
Oliver was actually a little confused, but he didn't think much about it.
Although he hadn't seen the work enthusiasm of those blue coats with his own eyes, he had heard about it from his colleagues in the logistics department.
Those people worked as if they were desperately trying to scrape the dirt off the ground.
Maybe that's the case with overly optimistic performance.
It doesn't matter if they are smart or not, as long as they can do their job well.
All the way without words.
Before ten o'clock, a group of people arrived at the operation camp. The guards and players were on standby in the center of the camp. Lucius met old Luka here.
Seeing his Master, old Luka greeted him excitedly and said good news to him.
"My lord, we made a full 4530CR all day yesterday!"
It's actually 105CR more than yesterday?
Lucius looked at him in surprise.
"so much?"
Old Luka nodded excitedly.
"Yes, my lord, that's a lot! Thanks to your idea, those buns, dumplings and other snacks have contributed at least 800CR! Those who wear gray coats, they will buy a lot at one time and take them home! Especially this morning, even their section chief has come to buy buns from us!"
That Howard?
Lucius really couldn't imagine that that guy would be interested in their snacks, let alone that he was so generous.
But……
After all, the human stomach has a limit. It is still somewhat difficult to expect to make a fortune from this small business.
But looking optimistically, I earned nearly 10,000 CR in 3 days, which is undoubtedly a good sign.
Maybe at that time, even one person can earn a hundred thousand without dying?
Anyway, try it.
At this moment, Werther from the logistics department walked towards the two of them.
"Excuse me, are you the Manager of the shelter 404?"
Lucius looked at him and nodded.
"It's me, may I ask who you are?"
Werther said with a friendly smile.
"My name is Werther, and I work in the logistics department. I am mainly responsible for the work arrangement of the workers! Our section chief misses you very much, so he asked me to say hello to you for him."
Lucius also smiled friendly.
"Bring him my regards, too. Just say that his old friend misses him very much."
Werther smiled and continued.
"I will! There is one more thing I need to inform you about the new collection site—"
While speaking, the siren sounded suddenly on the Pioneer not far away.
Hearing the long siren, the players in the camp had expressions of surprise on their faces.
"What happened?!"
"Could it trigger the plot??"
"Stimulate!"
The expressions on the faces of the three of them coincided with the same stunned.
Lucius was the first to come back to his senses and asked Werther.
"What happened?"
"Wait a minute... I'm asking."
Not paying attention to the expression on Lucius's face, Werther reached out and pressed the headset to his side, and got in touch with his colleagues in the logistics department.
Gradually, his expression became serious.
After hanging up the communication, he looked at Lucius, took a deep breath and said.
"About 6 kilometers away from us, in the forest to the northwest of us, there is a group of unidentified armed forces heading straight for us. There are quite a few of them, and they are well-equipped. They don't look like refugees from the wasteland."
Lucius said solemnly: "Those who are still running around in this horrible weather are definitely not good people! Do you need me to send someone to the front to investigate—"
Werther quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, our people have already gone. In fact, we also judged this way. Their purpose is too clear, and they are obviously coming for us!"
After a pause, Werther continued with an ugly expression.
"As much as I hate to say it, we might be in trouble."
Late at night.
Old Luka sent a message, reporting today's income to Lucius.
Among them, 2000CR is a fixed salary. Since the logistics department of the Pioneer purchased value-added services that doubled its production capacity, a total of 255 tons of garbage were collected, and the commission was 1275CR, which added up to 3275CR!
Then there is the operating income from breakfast, dinner, and supper. This extra income has reached 700CR!
Adding the daily meal supplement of 600CR and deducting the 150CR spent on purchasing supplies and ingredients, today’s balance has reached 4425CR.
As for the cost, the task reward for every 100 kilograms of garbage is one silver coin, which is equivalent to 2550 silver.
Oh, by the way, there are still 2550 activity points.
Evenly distributed to 200 people, the per capita income is still a little low, which should be lowered by some intelligence players.
I hope that the little players will continue to work hard and create greater glories!
"Counting the 1200 left over from yesterday's half-day, the total income in the two days is 5625! Good guy, it's enough to buy 18 assault rifles!"
When his arsenal was the highest before, he didn't have so many weapons.
Lucius can't wait to convert all the money he saved into guns now, hang a handful of 400 silver coins in the weapon shop, and then start an event-"For any weapon exclusive to the expansion pack, 1 activity point can deduct 5 silver coins, up to 50% of the total price can be deducted.”
I believe that after the first wave of players come back, they will definitely jump up excitedly!
Presumably they will work harder when they go next time!
Lucius felt that he had understood the game promotions of the major manufacturers, and it was not in vain for him to get so much talent.
Leaning on the computer chair, Lucius held the back of his head with his hands, looking at the ceiling and thinking.
"Tomorrow is the last day before the shift change. The day after tomorrow, new players will go online, and the handover between the two groups will officially begin."
"50 old players bring 150 new players... I hope there will be no trouble."
Or……
Just go there yourself.
There are Popo, Sumeria, Yuki, and so many old players at the base.
It shouldn't be a big problem!
Just when Lucius turned off the text file and played a game of "Stars" to relax, Howard from the logistics department was staring at the plate on the table in a daze on the Pioneer, ten kilometers away.
"This...is Blue Coat's Pie?"
His secretary Werther replied.
"It's Baozi."
"What about this one? The skin is transparent?"
"It's also a steamed stuffed bun... I heard it's a soup dumpling. It's better to dip it in vinegar and eat it while it's hot."
"What about the flat ones? Boiled buns?"
"Uh, I heard that this is called sweet dumplings."
"???"
Weird food.
In Ideal City, fat and protein are not wrapped in carbohydrates like this.
And there is no supermarket that sells the food of refugees - those exotic meats.
The lowest-level employees and the unemployed rely on synthetic starch and a small amount of dietary fiber to survive. The bowls of middle-level employees will have plant meat and some meals designed to be nutritionally balanced. After all, the latter is the backbone of the enterprise and irreplaceable by machinery. Mostly, businesses usually start thinking about their health.
And the employees on the upper level can eat the pre-war crops produced by the CNC planting tower and the meat synthesized through rigorous scientific plans. Although this type of food is also an industrial product, in addition to nutrition itself, it will also pay more attention to eating experience.
The quality of food for senior employees and middle-level and above managers is quite high. Not only can they have the opportunity to taste farmed meat with evenly distributed fat and eggs hatched from live poultry, but they can also taste pure natural milk.
Through cooking equipment that is more sophisticated than CNC machine tools, they can even control the texture and taste of ingredients at the molecular level. With the help of technology, food becomes an art.
Looking at the pile of buns in front of him, Howard couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
This thing is probably not considered art, but more like a cultural product.
It is said that it contains different kinds of meat...
Can it really be eaten?
In the spirit of positivism that so many people ate it and didn't care what happened to others, Howard finally let go of his prejudices, picked it up and took a bite.
Then……
The 2nd mouth, the 3rd mouth...
Howard: "???"
F*ck!?
This taste is a little bit over the top!
...
The next day.
At the west gate of the outpost, the guards squatting in the trenches wore uniform fur coats and carried a uniquely shaped rifle on their shoulders.
The square gun body, pitch-black casing, thick receiver structure and pure wooden buttstock make it look a bit like a Warhammer.
Even if someone picks it up and uses it as a blunt weapon, there won't be the slightest sense of disobedience.
The big and rough aesthetics of violence are vividly reflected in it. But its name is quite restrained or lawful.
[ Arbitrator Type I ]
Outpost Guard standard weapon!
"Fire!"
Boom--!
Fifteen gunshots rang out in unison, and the bullets flew towards the target a hundred meters away in a murderous manner, tearing apart the tree trunk near the target.
The captain of the guard, Wrench, had a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.
Ten of the fifteen targets missed. The most embarrassing thing was that he missed the target. The bullet whizzed into the woods and disappeared.
The most important thing is that the manager is standing at the door and watching.
"Reload!" Wrench shouted loudly.
The guards quickly pulled the bolt, threw the hot shell casings into the snow, re-aimed at the target, and waited for the order to start a new round of shooting.
"Is it quite powerful?"
Using a wooden telescope to look at the rows of tree trunks shot through a hundred meters away, Lucius couldn't help but have a hint of surprise written on his face.
This power feels much stronger than the 7mm iron barrel rifle that Liszt sold him.
Is it really an imitation?
"Didn't you tell me that the bigger the better? Anyway, the receiver is so thick. I thought it would be a pity not to use it. I simply increased the length of the shell and the charge. Now it uses 7x70mm rifle ammunition, which is longer than before. 20mm." Standing beside him with a cane, Sumeria gave him a teasing look, "Is this big enough?"
"Big enough is big enough," Lucius said with emotion, "It's just that the hit rate is a bit leaking."
But it doesn't really matter.
These guards are not on the front line in the first place, and there is no need to hand over the targets 100m away to them, and let the players slam it and it's over.
Fire a warning shot into the sky, just loud enough! If it wasn't for worrying about clogging the receiver, he would even replace the smokeless gunpowder with lower-cost black gunpowder, which is not only loud enough but also smokes.
It is said that there are a lot of life professional players recruited recently, and everyone is living a bit of Buddhism. In the next version, Lucius plans to recruit more B club players to come in and pick up trash.
Then recruit some P club players to come in and fight.
"It's probably a problem with the material of the bullet and the barrel. It's okay within 50m, but the ballistic spread is a bit large outside 100m. I'll think about how to solve this problem..." Seeing Lucius looking at him strangely, Sumeria was slightly stunned Next, "Is there something on my face?"
"No, it's pretty clean." Looking at the confused Sumeria, Lucius nodded with a smile, "I just think you've been diligent recently, and you've taken the initiative to consider for me. As your boss, I very pleased."
"Why are you thinking for you, don't be sentimental!" With a blushing, Sumeria gave him a fierce look, and walked away with difficulty on crutches.
Lucius smiled and ignored her. After contemplating his expression for a while, he walked straight out of the west gate and found the wrench squatting in the trench.
Crawling out of the trench, Wrench looked at the Manager with a guilty face, lowered his head, and wanted to explain with a red face.
"My lord, I..."
"Hold your head up! Hold your chest up, you are the guards of the outpost, the defenders of order and justice."
After scolding, Lucius nodded in approval when he saw the captain of the guard standing at attention again.
After a short pause, he continued.
"The gun has just been issued to you. It's normal to miss the first time. You will find the feeling after practicing a few times. I have watched your training. Don't blame yourself, but don't let up!"
Wrench said quickly.
"Subordinates dare not!"
Lucius nodded, patted the snow off his shoulders, looked at his firm eyes and continued.
"Tomorrow, I will take you on a long journey. This will be your first mission. You are the captain of the guard, remember to watch and learn more."
"In addition, you will go to the warehouse in a while, ask the warehouse manager to get 14 VMs, and distribute them to your other brothers. You should know how to use them, so I don't need to explain more."
Including the wrench that is now worn on the arm, a total of 15 VMs are dedicated to guards that Lucius asked Popo to help edit. They can directly identify the player's ID with the help of the map, and report violations directly to Lucius.
If a violation is confirmed, Lucius will be punished based on the facts.
Although the beta testers on the server are relatively friendly at present, in the future when there are more people, various problems will always arise.
Guns can only deter low-level rookies and vassal refugees, and higher-level players still have to rely on authority to deter them.
Wrench said with great momentum.
"Yes!"
...
The fourth day of the launch of the Alpha0.7 version.
Early in the morning, Wrench led the 15 guards from the outpost and lined up neatly at the north gate.
Practice for several days is still somewhat effective. Not to mention how strong the combat power is, at least the standing posture and formation look like that, and they are no longer crooked and lazy.
The daily meals consisted of fish and meat, and they were full of croissants and green Maiden. The complexions on their faces were much better than when they just came out of the marauder's dungeon.
Oliver, who came from the Pioneer to escort the workers to the operation camp for a change of shift, glanced at the guards with rifles on their backs and stood neatly in a row.
These people's equipment was simple, with heavy rifles and packed luggage on their backs, and they wore coats made of mutated reindeer fur. It could only be said that they were barely uniform.
The only piece of high-tech equipment on their bodies is probably the vital sign monitor worn on their arms—that is, the common VM in shelters.
What is surprising, however, is their discipline.
However, Oliver always felt that they were not people from the shelter, but more like refugees from the wasteland. Most of the blue coats in the shelter look clean and handsome, and their appearance is more similar to the employees above the middle level of the enterprise, and they don't seem to be able to endure hardship.
However, these people are different, they have suffered a lot just by looking at their faces.
When Oliver was thinking about something, the two marines behind him were deserting on the communication channel.
"What did you have for breakfast?"
"Go to Blue Coat and buy two buns."
"Damn it? When did you get down?"
"Five o'clock."
"Awesome!"
Oliver coughed and scolded on the communication channel.
"Quiet."
The two marines immediately shut their mouths and turned off their microphones.
At this time, Wrench and Oliver met their eyes, walked over with the rifle on their backs, stood at attention and gave a neat military salute.
"Lord Manager asked me to wait for you here. He will bring people up at eight o'clock. Before that, he needs a little time to mobilize his residents."
Oliver looked at him and nodded, and said.
"I see, don't worry."
The departure time he agreed with Lucius was eight o'clock in the morning.
It's just that the situation on the road today was relatively smooth. He and his subordinates arrived at the destination half an hour earlier than expected.
"Please allow me to take you to the reception room to rest for a while."
Oliver shook his head and declined.
"No, I'll just wait here."
Wearing power armor, waiting anywhere is actually the same.
Anyway, no matter how heavy the snow was blowing outside, it couldn't hit him, let alone feel the slightest bit of cold.
Wrench nodded, didn't insist anymore, turned around and returned to the queue, standing with the brothers in the guard.
But at this very moment, the second basement floor of the shelter was bustling.
The once-in-a-version welcome meeting is going on to its climax.
Little players in blue coats stared at the big eyes of copper bells, came out of their rooms, and followed the guidance of the broadcast to the square in front of the elevator on the B2 floor.
The bewildered emotions resonated in the crowd, almost everyone couldn't believe their eyes, everything in front of them was real.
But the facts are right in front of their eyes!
It's an almost completely real world!
And they are all standing here in the form of living people, breathing the air here, listening to the voices in their ears, and feeling the blood surging in their chests.
"Wasteland OL"——
It just exploded!
"F*ck, shit, shit!"
"Is this the shelter No. 404?!"
"Hey! This wall is so hard! No model can go through it, and this sticker is so realistic!"
"Hahahahahaha, awesome, I didn't expect to actually play a fully immersive virtual reality game in my lifetime! Brothers, wait, I'll go to handstand to have diarrhea when I'm offline!"
"Brother, remember to start the live broadcast!"
"Need help? I'll send you a bottle of fish oil!"
"F*ck, are you serious?"
Almost the same as the first few waves of newcomers entering the game.
The newbies standing in the square in front of the elevator on the B2 floor danced excitedly, touched left and right, and bumped into the wall, jumping around in place, as if some kind of grand ceremony was being held.
Dozens of old players who didn't get tickets for the expansion pack stood aside and commented, remembering their lost youth and past.
Lucius is also observing these players, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.
But what made him more satisfied was that there seemed to be no trousers strippers among the players who came in this time.
It seems that this group of newcomers are more reserved.
Of course, it is also possible that after the advice of old players on the forum, these newcomers are quite familiar with the basic settings of this game, and have reached the level of cloud players before entering the game.
For example, Wasteland OL can only create one account per person. This account will accompany them from the closed beta to the public beta. It cannot be canceled. After quitting the game, the operator will take back the account and reserve the right to reissue the account to others.
At this time, Lucius happened to see a young player in the crowd suddenly yelled "Karma" and fell back on the ground.
Slightly stunned, Lucius said in a low voice.
"Popo."
Popo, who was following Lucius, lifted the camera.
"What's the matter? Master."
His gaze stayed on the system interface that only he could see, Lucius said thoughtfully.
"Does being too excited also cause disconnections?"
Popi: "Uh, generally speaking, it is not possible, but it is not so absolute. For example, if the clone body goes into physical shock due to being too excited, the connection of the conscious body will naturally be interrupted... But this probability is really high. It's too small, will anyone really go into shock?"
Lucius: "..."
Physiological shock is fine.
Lucius glanced at the player list, wanting to see who the unlucky one was, but when he saw the name, he was slightly taken aback.
Quit Smoking?
All right.
This guy's words are understandable, 80 points are considered quite satisfactory, stuck on the edge of the second grade of scores, unexpectedly it took so many versions to come in.
But having said that, what if you take off the helmet and continue to be excited?
Will it even go into shock in reality...
Lucius suddenly worried about him.
Not far away.
Tail with his arms folded, she shook her head in disappointment, and said old-fashionedly: "Tsk, those newcomers are not good, they are all human!"
Sisi squinted at her: "Human beings can't satisfy you anymore."
Tail said dissatisfied: "I mean, is there no more fantasy creature? Such as skeletons, slimes, or tentacles! By the way, if you can customize the character, I would like to be a tentacle hand monster!"
Sis sighed.
"As expected of you."
I always feel like I see a side that I don't usually see.
...
Meanwhile, on the surface.
Shuri was busy searching in the hut.
Yaya walked into the door, glanced left and right, and finally found Shuri with her head buried in the box and rummaging for something next to a wooden machine.
"Shuri! We're leaving soon... Huh? What is this piece of cloth?"
Looking at the piece of cloth with soft fabric and light texture on the table, Yaya took it in his hand curiously.
Shuri turned his head, blushed, rushed up and snatched it away.
"Are you changing, changing...too much?"
Yaya: "?"
"Anyway, I haven't finished this one yet! I'll talk about it when I'm done. Ah, by the way, the Manager asked me to bring some clothes over here... Hurry up and get some for me."
Looking at Shuri who turned back to rummaging through boxes and boxes, Yaya tilted her head in confusion, but went up to help.
During the chat, Yaya learned that these clothes are all made of devil silk.
These days, Shuri has been studying how to weave devil silk into cloth. Some time ago, the craft of reeling and weaving finally achieved certain results.
Although the foot-operated loom is a little backward, the cloth woven is usable. The cloth made of devil silk is not very warm, but it is strong enough.
Ordinary steel scissors can't cut it, you have to use the mouthparts of the devil moth to cut it.
Shuri made a dozen or so T-shirts out of these silk fabrics, but it seems that they can only be worn as underwear.
"By the way, why are you bringing this?"
"I heard that it can be exchanged for rewards!"
"Huh? Really?"
Yaya's mind was a little moved.
She just picked a few beautiful mushrooms yesterday, and they were not poisonous.
"Wait for me! I'll go back and get something!"
"Ah, can you go back and get something in time?"
"Wait for me! Soon!"
After such back and forth, when the two hurried to the north gate, the team was about to leave.
"Master Manager! The clothes I've made in the past few days...have you seen enough?" Panting after running, Shuri picked up the clothes in his hands and asked shyly.
Lucius was not picky about the quality of the clothes. After all, he didn't know what kind of products the crew of the Pioneer liked.
It's not bad to be able to prepare these in such a short time.
All in all a try.
Lucius nodded approvingly and said.
"Not bad, thank you for your hard work."
Shuri smiled shyly.
Just now, her VM received a reminder that the task was completed and rewarded her with 100 activity points.
At the same time, the next task is triggered immediately——
[ Task: Sell the clothes made of devil silk to the crew of the Pioneer. ]
[ Reward: For every 1 CR obtained, it can be exchanged for 1 silver coin and 1 activity point. ]
Looking at the taskbar, Shuri's eyes sparkled.
I didn't expect to get activity points before going to the new map, and also unlocked new map-related tasks.
This wave is simply a big profit!
...
Due to the accidental death of Brother Red Face, there were only 199 players who went to change shifts this time.
But it doesn't matter, when the time comes, Lucius will think of a reason casually, and choose the player who has picked up the most garbage in the past three days to stay for another round.
After all the players have completed a round, he will count the collection volume of all players within three days, and adjust the rules of the expansion pack, changing the task distribution method of rain and dew to centralized registration and merit-based admission.
In this way, not only can the efficiency of picking up garbage be improved, but also players who are not so interested in picking up garbage can choose to engage in other more interesting jobs.
Such as kneading dough and making dumplings, or setting up a stall to sell barbecue.
As long as you can help shelter 404 earn "Foreign exchange", you can get event points.
This wave of Lucius is called light industry wool! As long as he can buy back that industrial mother machine, it will be worth all the sweat he put in.
By the way, before Yaya came to him with banknotes to exchange money, in addition to giving her silver coins, Lucius also gave her corresponding activity points later.
Looking at the scattered players, Lucius raised his volume and shouted loudly.
"Everyone gather."
"Our allies are waiting for us to help, don't let them wait too long."
"Now, let's go!"
A group of people set off on the road in a mighty manner, and the line was even longer than the first time they went.
In the team of nearly 200 people, three-quarters are players. These people have not recovered from their excitement, and they want to touch everything they see along the way.
In reality, many of them haven't even seen the shadow of snow yet, but in this game, it's already snowing like goose feathers!
Thanks to the heavy snow.
If it catches up with other seasons, there will be either mutated cockroaches or mice on the road, as well as those washbasin-sized flies, and hyenas with their fangs bared.
If you fumble casually, losing an arm is a trivial matter, but losing your life is a big deal.
Looking at these not-so-smart blue coats, the two marine soldiers following Captain Oliver looked at each other in blank dismay.
"Are these people okay?"
"Why do I feel so stupid..."
"Compared with the last wave of people, they really don't look very smart."
Oliver was actually a little confused, but he didn't think much about it.
Although he hadn't seen the work enthusiasm of those blue coats with his own eyes, he had heard about it from his colleagues in the logistics department.
Those people worked as if they were desperately trying to scrape the dirt off the ground.
Maybe that's the case with overly optimistic performance.
It doesn't matter if they are smart or not, as long as they can do their job well.
All the way without words.
Before ten o'clock, a group of people arrived at the operation camp. The guards and players were on standby in the center of the camp. Lucius met old Luka here.
Seeing his Master, old Luka greeted him excitedly and said good news to him.
"My lord, we made a full 4530CR all day yesterday!"
It's actually 105CR more than yesterday?
Lucius looked at him in surprise.
"so much?"
Old Luka nodded excitedly.
"Yes, my lord, that's a lot! Thanks to your idea, those buns, dumplings and other snacks have contributed at least 800CR! Those who wear gray coats, they will buy a lot at one time and take them home! Especially this morning, even their section chief has come to buy buns from us!"
That Howard?
Lucius really couldn't imagine that that guy would be interested in their snacks, let alone that he was so generous.
But……
After all, the human stomach has a limit. It is still somewhat difficult to expect to make a fortune from this small business.
But looking optimistically, I earned nearly 10,000 CR in 3 days, which is undoubtedly a good sign.
Maybe at that time, even one person can earn a hundred thousand without dying?
Anyway, try it.
At this moment, Werther from the logistics department walked towards the two of them.
"Excuse me, are you the Manager of the shelter 404?"
Lucius looked at him and nodded.
"It's me, may I ask who you are?"
Werther said with a friendly smile.
"My name is Werther, and I work in the logistics department. I am mainly responsible for the work arrangement of the workers! Our section chief misses you very much, so he asked me to say hello to you for him."
Lucius also smiled friendly.
"Bring him my regards, too. Just say that his old friend misses him very much."
Werther smiled and continued.
"I will! There is one more thing I need to inform you about the new collection site—"
While speaking, the siren sounded suddenly on the Pioneer not far away.
Hearing the long siren, the players in the camp had expressions of surprise on their faces.
"What happened?!"
"Could it trigger the plot??"
"Stimulate!"
The expressions on the faces of the three of them coincided with the same stunned.
Lucius was the first to come back to his senses and asked Werther.
"What happened?"
"Wait a minute... I'm asking."
Not paying attention to the expression on Lucius's face, Werther reached out and pressed the headset to his side, and got in touch with his colleagues in the logistics department.
Gradually, his expression became serious.
After hanging up the communication, he looked at Lucius, took a deep breath and said.
"About 6 kilometers away from us, in the forest to the northwest of us, there is a group of unidentified armed forces heading straight for us. There are quite a few of them, and they are well-equipped. They don't look like refugees from the wasteland."
Lucius said solemnly: "Those who are still running around in this horrible weather are definitely not good people! Do you need me to send someone to the front to investigate—"
Werther quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, our people have already gone. In fact, we also judged this way. Their purpose is too clear, and they are obviously coming for us!"
After a pause, Werther continued with an ugly expression.
"As much as I hate to say it, we might be in trouble."
