After sending Lucius away, he went back to Howard on the Pioneer to think about it, and finally filled in the electronic application form with a line of recommendation reasons that he thought were appropriate——
"This is an ideal inn. They don't have any specialties, but they can buy delicious food at a cheap price, and don't have to worry about getting their throats cut in their sleep. If you plan to go to a province further west, staying here will be better than staying in other provinces. The place is safer, I vouch for my credit score, they are trustworthy."
There are also electronic signatures of dozens of other crew members on the Pioneer.
This encrypted letter will be sent to the board of directors of Silver Wing Group, and the board of directors will give a reply within three days.
Howard felt that the problem should not be too big.
After all, even Captain Oliver left his signature.
The sacrifices they made in this battle deserve the respect those blue coats deserve. As for setting up a factory...
To be honest, this is the first time Howard has heard of such a whimsical request. Will any bank be willing to lend money to such a high-risk project?
Hard to say.
In any case, he can't interfere with this kind of thing, and the Pioneer is not here to open up the market, so there is no way to call a dozen caravans with one call.
Howard suggested to Lucius that when a caravan from a company passes by their door, he can discuss this kind of cooperation with them himself, but don't hold out too much hope.
After all, doing business on the wasteland is a risky thing. Opening a factory in the River Valley Province that is not controlled by the company...
How are those caravans going to bring the profits back?
Who can guarantee their interests? This is a question worth thinking about, and it can't be done with a little cleverness.
However, in Howard's view, these issues worth pondering are not problems in Lucius's eyes.
Whether it can be negotiated is one thing, and whether there is a chance to talk is another matter.
Moreover, if it is true as Howard said, after obtaining the title of "Enterprise Permanent Partner", there will be a large number of caravans of enterprises to include them in the trade route. Even if you can't set up a factory, you can make money by opening a post station and setting up a barbecue stall.
At that time, CR will not be useless waste paper. When there are more caravans coming and going, do you still worry that no one is interested in this market?
The huge traffic of caravans is also a kind of market in itself. Compared with Boulder City, the biggest advantage of shelter 404 is that it is closer to the suburbs and the transportation is more convenient.
Whether it is used as a trade node for corporate caravans to travel between the central and western regions, or as a trade hub for foreign caravans and local merchants in Spring City, it can generate considerable income for the outpost.
Epic-level enhancements for professional life players!
It's amazing.
...
At the north gate of the outpost, torches flickered in the snow.
Wasteland time is twelve o'clock in the morning, and it is noon in reality.
Except for a few professional players who have not gone offline in the living area, most of the players have gone offline to eat.
After all, it is impossible to stay online for 24 hours. Even if the player's physical body can resist it, the clone in the game will have to close his eyes and rest.
Otherwise, "Fatigue DEBUFF" will appear on the VM, which will directly affect the work efficiency of the next day.
Lucius, who was wearing a Type 5 police light exoskeleton, came from the north. Wrench patrolling at the door happened to see him, and immediately went to salute him.
"My lord, you are back."
Lucius nodded.
"Well, what about the trophies?"
Wrench reported.
"Half of it has been unloaded, and the other half is on the truck! There are too many things. Old Luka said that he will find some people to build a new warehouse tomorrow to store those munitions."
Lucius nodded.
Things like arms really have to be kept separate from other supplies.
In the future, with more and more resources in the outpost, a separate warehouse will be built for each type of resource, and specialists will be hired to keep them.
Thinking of this, Lucius couldn't help sighing in his heart.
NPCs are not enough.
If only old Charlie's literacy class could go faster.
If shelter 404 gets the title of "Enterprise Permanent Partner", there will definitely be caravans from companies passing by in the spring of next year.
At that time, he will need more manpower.
Lucius couldn't help wondering whether it was time to hold a literacy class for the nomads' camps? It is not easy to arrange work for them without education.
Passing through the gate of the outpost, Lucius noticed that the lights of the weapons store were still on, and saw a figure standing at the gate with a cane.
Also seeing Lucius coming from the north gate, Sumeria, whose cheeks were flushed from the cold, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and limped forward with a cane.
"You've come back, I'm planning to send a mission for someone to find you."
Lucius glanced at the VM she was wearing on her arm, and made fun of it.
"I'm very pleased that you are becoming more and more proficient in using it."
Sumeria raised her eyebrows and was about to speak when a voice suddenly came from the direction of the nursing home.
"Wooooow, Master!"
The robot in the shape of a wastebasket rushed to Lucius's side, happily circling its calf several times.
"Master, you are finally back! The electronic pulse outside was so loud just now, Popo is so worried about you!"
Lucius patted Popo's head lightly, and said with a smile.
"Don't worry, that thing has no effect on me, but you are all right?"
Popo: "Popo is fine! That level of EMP can't affect me!"
Huh? So you're pretty strong.
Lucius touched its round head, only to find that he touched a hand of ashes, it seemed that it was time to find a chance to give it a bath.
Seeing Lucius who was just interacting with the robot pet, Sumeria couldn't help but rolled his eyes, coughed lightly to remind him that he was still here, and continued.
"What happened to the north? Is that... really a nuclear explosion?"
Lucius picked up a cloud of snow from the door of the weapon shop and washed the ashes off his hands.
"A small nuclear bomb, about 10 tons, is not a big problem."
Sumeria was stunned for a moment.
"...A member of the Legion?"
"Well, it was a team of thousands of people, led by a commander named Vanus. It is said that when Oliver led someone to find him, the guy poured a glass of red wine and asked him calmly if he wanted to have a drink together. 2000 Polyclonal light infantry, blood filling the trenches... but anyway, now their equipment is ours."
Looking at the smile on Lucius's face, Sumeria said worriedly.
"I always feel that you are a little too optimistic."
"Which aspect?"
"In every way," Sumeria sighed, and continued, "a year ago, the Legion's expeditionary force fought against the people of the Great Rift Valley in the north, claiming to be a million-strong army...but in fact it was almost the same number. You know what does this mean? They don’t know how many thousand-man brigades like this are.”
Lucius raised his hand and stopped her.
"You want to say, we shouldn't get involved in this war, right?"
Sumeria nodded with a serious expression.
"It is not a wise decision to intervene in the affairs between the legion and the enterprise. If you let the people of the legion know that it was because of your intervention that they lost a thousand-man brigade, what would you do if you were their commander."
"Me?" Lucius said with a smile, "It depends on what I'm doing. If the situation on the front line is tight, I'll put this trouble aside and deal with him when I'm free."
Sumeria looked at him in disbelief.
"Since you know, then you still—"
"So you think their battle is going well?" Lucius said lightly, "If it were so smooth, they wouldn't have deserted to the south. It's just that this battle can't be fought anymore, and they plan to make money before retreating."
Sumeria: "...This is just an analysis in an ideal situation. Those people are predators, and they don't think everything through so carefully."
Lucius said with a smile.
"I know, I'm thinking from their point of view. So have you ever wondered what would happen if this force didn't catch the Blazer?"
Sumeria was slightly taken aback.
"...Not caught?"
Does this have anything to do with what they discussed earlier?
Sumeria couldn't help being a little confused.
Lucius nodded.
"Yes, whether it's a war or a contract, you have to be prepared. After all, things can't always go as smoothly as you think. The situation is optimistic. They successfully intercepted the Pioneer, so the supply of 2,000 people is easy to say."
After a pause, he continued.
"But in fact, they were actually a step too late. If the Pioneer hadn't broken down in the northern suburbs of Spring City, they might have really missed this fat sheep. Five light trucks, the supplies they carried were simply not enough to let them survive the entire winter, and it is impossible to travel hundreds of kilometers back in such heavy snow... What do you think they will do at that time? Stand silent in the heavy snow? Or look at the ruts on the ground and curse?"
Sumeria was lost in thought, with a troubled expression on her face.
Obviously, this has exceeded the thinking boundary of a small mercenary.
She only thought that taking action against the legion might lead to retaliation from the legion, but she didn't expect that it would be the same whether they provoked or not.
Seeing her struggling to use her brain, Lucius said leisurely.
"Since they dared to set off before winter, they must have made two-handed preparations. Let's put it this way, looting the survivors in the northern part of Spring City was originally on their backup plan. So whether we provoke them or not? What's the difference? They're ready to mess with us anyway."
In fact, even if the Legion successfully intercepted the Pioneer, the second situation is entirely possible.
Being organized doesn't mean being disciplined, just like the company's evaluation of them, the so-called legion is just a group of organized predators.
From the moment they set off, this war was doomed.
But what is gratifying is that this lazy little employee now knows how to take care of his boss.
This is a great thing. It seems that he has been well trained.
Patting her on the shoulder, Lucius gave her an approving look.
"Remember this sentence, it's just an expedient measure, and the development space is created after all. Don't think about it if you don't understand it. You don't have to worry about it anyway. Why don't you think about something happy. A large number of weapons and pensions, there is also a free industrial master machine, and the title of permanent partner of the enterprise... These things are enough for us to use for a long time."
For the future, Lucius is full of confidence.
As long as he develops, it doesn't matter what legion, enterprise or academy, it is not a problem for him.
When the fire of industry is ignited, with infinite production capacity coupled with infinite vitality, his players will be the strongest!
...
Nothing to say all night.
Lucius had a very long dream.
He dreamed that he was a machine gunner, squatting in a bunker, in front of the Legion's army of millions of clones, surrounded by artillery fire, and the whine of planes swooping in the sky.
And the players who were supposed to charge ahead were all standing behind him, muttering non-stop.
"Raise the muzzle a little more!", "Shot, will it work? Aim and shoot again!", "Can you hold the trigger and hold it? Save bullets for who!", "Move the machine gunner five meters to the left, Hey, I'm anxious to see it!"...
Lucius became angry at that time, turned the muzzle of the gun and swung the shuttle suddenly, and swept them all, and finally left the one with the biggest chest who didn't have the heart to do it.
And then……
Woke up from a dream?
"Damn... I have to change the sheets again."
Sweating all over, Lucius got up from the bed early in the morning, feeling like he had done push-ups all night, and every cell in his body was swollen.
Having grown accustomed to growing his body while sleeping, Lucius calmly went to the B2 floor to take a shower, and then returned to the resident hall to have a checkup for himself.
As Lucius expected.
This time it was upgraded again.
[ ID: Lucius
Genetic Sequence: Manager (Phase 2)
Level: LV.10→LV.11
——Basic attributes——
Strength: 16
Agility: 11
Constitution: 13→14
Perception: 12
Intelligence: 12 ]
"This wave should be based on the experience of the players."
The physical attribute increases a little, and the metabolic ability and toughness are improved. For Lucius who cannot be resurrected, this attribute is still very useful.
Looking at the physical examination form, Lucius stroked his chin with great interest, and continued, talking to himself, "However, it's only a level up after such a big battle. It seems that the posture of rubbing experience still needs to be improved."
The upgrade conditions of the manager sequence are very vague. Unlike the other departments, the method of upgrading can be figured out by reading the literal meaning.
Leaving aside the matter of rank, Lucius sat in front of the computer and opened the official website.
Lucius wanted to see how the players commented on the battle last night, but he just glanced at it. Good guy, more than a hundred withdrawal reactions have already begun.
"Ah, I'm going to die without Boss Yaya's mushroom soup!"
"It's no longer possible to hold a little man's hand and play."
"Without Yuki's good morning and safety blessing, I feel that I have no motivation to go to work! The boss scolded me today, and I actually stared back. I feel like he is very scared. Am I going to start preparing a new resume? "
"Damn! I really want to fry something! I just got the recipe of Hexogen, and I'm planning to try it."
"Why don't you try it in reality?"
"Get out, you want me to die!!!"
"In the 12th hour when I couldn't go online, I felt the pain of Brother Red Face Boxer and Brother Quit Smoking. I couldn't breathe because of the pain."
"Whooooooooooooooooooo, planner father, please, let me go up!"
Lucius: "..."
I can't go online for a few days, so what? I didn't expect these players to be so addicted.
Lucius originally thought about letting them take a few days off to relax in reality, but now it seems that he was thinking too much, and these little players were more anxious to watch the clock than he was.
Especially Quit Dude, feeling like the word sadness has been swimming against his stream in his posts. According to his own statement, after going offline yesterday, he fell asleep with his helmet on in the second half of the night.
By the way, can this fall asleep?
Watching the discussion of players, Lucius vaguely remembered that if he was wearing a helmet, he seemed to be able to see the countdown and login restriction reminders no matter whether he opened his eyes or closed his eyes, right?
Lucius couldn't figure out what was going on with the helmet. He just hoped that they wouldn't damage their bodies, live a good life when they couldn't go online, and don't cause trouble to the society.
As for the problem of not being able to log in, honestly speaking, Lucius was more anxious than them.
More than a quarter of the players in the "Server" can't log in. If it's a goose factory or a pig factory, it won't be good if they don't pay for it.
It can only be said that it is a closed beta.
Light: "Everyone, don't panic. We have been working overtime for 48 hours for emergency repairs. All players who cannot log in to the game due to bugs will be compensated! In addition, players who died in the battlefield mission today will have limited medals. The auction of loot will also be held online, and you can collect them normally after going online, and you don’t have to worry about missing points and equipment because of death!”
Quit Smoking: "Brother Light!! Woohoo, please, let your programmers hurry up!"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "It's fine if you can participate in the auction! I want to take a picture of a sight!"
Tail: "Give Tail 5 silver coins! Nothing happened to Tail! Give Tail 10 silver coins, and Tail will help wash the floor! (｀?′)Ψ"
Sisi: "Tail, you're not dead, why join in the fun."
Tail: "Damn it, has Sisi been bought by the evil planner! Pass it on, Sisi is not pure anymore!"
Sis: "???"
...
At the same time, the prison next to the operation camp.
Lex, who was wearing a padded jacket, turned off the off-road vehicle, threw a basket of potatoes at the door, and yelled coldly.
"Dinner time."
The prison door opened.
Seeing Vanus walking out, Lex's right hand subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist, guarding against his every move.
Seeing the vigilance of the man in front of him, Vanus didn't say anything, just picked up the box containing the potatoes, turned around and went back into the house.
Looking at the closed door, Lex couldn't help but spit at the door, thinking of the blue coat and his compatriots who died tragically in the battle that day, and returned to the car cursing.
"These scumbags."
In his opinion, there is no good manners with these people at all, they should not be allowed to live in a warm prison, they should be thrown in the snow and let them freeze into ice cubes in the cold wind!
Giving them potatoes is cheap for them!
After sending Lucius away, he went back to Howard on the Pioneer to think about it, and finally filled in the electronic application form with a line of recommendation reasons that he thought were appropriate——
"This is an ideal inn. They don't have any specialties, but they can buy delicious food at a cheap price, and don't have to worry about getting their throats cut in their sleep. If you plan to go to a province further west, staying here will be better than staying in other provinces. The place is safer, I vouch for my credit score, they are trustworthy."
There are also electronic signatures of dozens of other crew members on the Pioneer.
This encrypted letter will be sent to the board of directors of Silver Wing Group, and the board of directors will give a reply within three days.
Howard felt that the problem should not be too big.
After all, even Captain Oliver left his signature.
The sacrifices they made in this battle deserve the respect those blue coats deserve. As for setting up a factory...
To be honest, this is the first time Howard has heard of such a whimsical request. Will any bank be willing to lend money to such a high-risk project?
Hard to say.
In any case, he can't interfere with this kind of thing, and the Pioneer is not here to open up the market, so there is no way to call a dozen caravans with one call.
Howard suggested to Lucius that when a caravan from a company passes by their door, he can discuss this kind of cooperation with them himself, but don't hold out too much hope.
After all, doing business on the wasteland is a risky thing. Opening a factory in the River Valley Province that is not controlled by the company...
How are those caravans going to bring the profits back?
Who can guarantee their interests? This is a question worth thinking about, and it can't be done with a little cleverness.
However, in Howard's view, these issues worth pondering are not problems in Lucius's eyes.
Whether it can be negotiated is one thing, and whether there is a chance to talk is another matter.
Moreover, if it is true as Howard said, after obtaining the title of "Enterprise Permanent Partner", there will be a large number of caravans of enterprises to include them in the trade route. Even if you can't set up a factory, you can make money by opening a post station and setting up a barbecue stall.
At that time, CR will not be useless waste paper. When there are more caravans coming and going, do you still worry that no one is interested in this market?
The huge traffic of caravans is also a kind of market in itself. Compared with Boulder City, the biggest advantage of shelter 404 is that it is closer to the suburbs and the transportation is more convenient.
Whether it is used as a trade node for corporate caravans to travel between the central and western regions, or as a trade hub for foreign caravans and local merchants in Spring City, it can generate considerable income for the outpost.
Epic-level enhancements for professional life players!
It's amazing.
...
At the north gate of the outpost, torches flickered in the snow.
Wasteland time is twelve o'clock in the morning, and it is noon in reality.
Except for a few professional players who have not gone offline in the living area, most of the players have gone offline to eat.
After all, it is impossible to stay online for 24 hours. Even if the player's physical body can resist it, the clone in the game will have to close his eyes and rest.
Otherwise, "Fatigue DEBUFF" will appear on the VM, which will directly affect the work efficiency of the next day.
Lucius, who was wearing a Type 5 police light exoskeleton, came from the north. Wrench patrolling at the door happened to see him, and immediately went to salute him.
"My lord, you are back."
Lucius nodded.
"Well, what about the trophies?"
Wrench reported.
"Half of it has been unloaded, and the other half is on the truck! There are too many things. Old Luka said that he will find some people to build a new warehouse tomorrow to store those munitions."
Lucius nodded.
Things like arms really have to be kept separate from other supplies.
In the future, with more and more resources in the outpost, a separate warehouse will be built for each type of resource, and specialists will be hired to keep them.
Thinking of this, Lucius couldn't help sighing in his heart.
NPCs are not enough.
If only old Charlie's literacy class could go faster.
If shelter 404 gets the title of "Enterprise Permanent Partner", there will definitely be caravans from companies passing by in the spring of next year.
At that time, he will need more manpower.
Lucius couldn't help wondering whether it was time to hold a literacy class for the nomads' camps? It is not easy to arrange work for them without education.
Passing through the gate of the outpost, Lucius noticed that the lights of the weapons store were still on, and saw a figure standing at the gate with a cane.
Also seeing Lucius coming from the north gate, Sumeria, whose cheeks were flushed from the cold, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and limped forward with a cane.
"You've come back, I'm planning to send a mission for someone to find you."
Lucius glanced at the VM she was wearing on her arm, and made fun of it.
"I'm very pleased that you are becoming more and more proficient in using it."
Sumeria raised her eyebrows and was about to speak when a voice suddenly came from the direction of the nursing home.
"Wooooow, Master!"
The robot in the shape of a wastebasket rushed to Lucius's side, happily circling its calf several times.
"Master, you are finally back! The electronic pulse outside was so loud just now, Popo is so worried about you!"
Lucius patted Popo's head lightly, and said with a smile.
"Don't worry, that thing has no effect on me, but you are all right?"
Popo: "Popo is fine! That level of EMP can't affect me!"
Huh? So you're pretty strong.
Lucius touched its round head, only to find that he touched a hand of ashes, it seemed that it was time to find a chance to give it a bath.
Seeing Lucius who was just interacting with the robot pet, Sumeria couldn't help but rolled his eyes, coughed lightly to remind him that he was still here, and continued.
"What happened to the north? Is that... really a nuclear explosion?"
Lucius picked up a cloud of snow from the door of the weapon shop and washed the ashes off his hands.
"A small nuclear bomb, about 10 tons, is not a big problem."
Sumeria was stunned for a moment.
"...A member of the Legion?"
"Well, it was a team of thousands of people, led by a commander named Vanus. It is said that when Oliver led someone to find him, the guy poured a glass of red wine and asked him calmly if he wanted to have a drink together. 2000 Polyclonal light infantry, blood filling the trenches... but anyway, now their equipment is ours."
Looking at the smile on Lucius's face, Sumeria said worriedly.
"I always feel that you are a little too optimistic."
"Which aspect?"
"In every way," Sumeria sighed, and continued, "a year ago, the Legion's expeditionary force fought against the people of the Great Rift Valley in the north, claiming to be a million-strong army...but in fact it was almost the same number. You know what does this mean? They don’t know how many thousand-man brigades like this are.”
Lucius raised his hand and stopped her.
"You want to say, we shouldn't get involved in this war, right?"
Sumeria nodded with a serious expression.
"It is not a wise decision to intervene in the affairs between the legion and the enterprise. If you let the people of the legion know that it was because of your intervention that they lost a thousand-man brigade, what would you do if you were their commander."
"Me?" Lucius said with a smile, "It depends on what I'm doing. If the situation on the front line is tight, I'll put this trouble aside and deal with him when I'm free."
Sumeria looked at him in disbelief.
"Since you know, then you still—"
"So you think their battle is going well?" Lucius said lightly, "If it were so smooth, they wouldn't have deserted to the south. It's just that this battle can't be fought anymore, and they plan to make money before retreating."
Sumeria: "...This is just an analysis in an ideal situation. Those people are predators, and they don't think everything through so carefully."
Lucius said with a smile.
"I know, I'm thinking from their point of view. So have you ever wondered what would happen if this force didn't catch the Blazer?"
Sumeria was slightly taken aback.
"...Not caught?"
Does this have anything to do with what they discussed earlier?
Sumeria couldn't help being a little confused.
Lucius nodded.
"Yes, whether it's a war or a contract, you have to be prepared. After all, things can't always go as smoothly as you think. The situation is optimistic. They successfully intercepted the Pioneer, so the supply of 2,000 people is easy to say."
After a pause, he continued.
"But in fact, they were actually a step too late. If the Pioneer hadn't broken down in the northern suburbs of Spring City, they might have really missed this fat sheep. Five light trucks, the supplies they carried were simply not enough to let them survive the entire winter, and it is impossible to travel hundreds of kilometers back in such heavy snow... What do you think they will do at that time? Stand silent in the heavy snow? Or look at the ruts on the ground and curse?"
Sumeria was lost in thought, with a troubled expression on her face.
Obviously, this has exceeded the thinking boundary of a small mercenary.
She only thought that taking action against the legion might lead to retaliation from the legion, but she didn't expect that it would be the same whether they provoked or not.
Seeing her struggling to use her brain, Lucius said leisurely.
"Since they dared to set off before winter, they must have made two-handed preparations. Let's put it this way, looting the survivors in the northern part of Spring City was originally on their backup plan. So whether we provoke them or not? What's the difference? They're ready to mess with us anyway."
In fact, even if the Legion successfully intercepted the Pioneer, the second situation is entirely possible.
Being organized doesn't mean being disciplined, just like the company's evaluation of them, the so-called legion is just a group of organized predators.
From the moment they set off, this war was doomed.
But what is gratifying is that this lazy little employee now knows how to take care of his boss.
This is a great thing. It seems that he has been well trained.
Patting her on the shoulder, Lucius gave her an approving look.
"Remember this sentence, it's just an expedient measure, and the development space is created after all. Don't think about it if you don't understand it. You don't have to worry about it anyway. Why don't you think about something happy. A large number of weapons and pensions, there is also a free industrial master machine, and the title of permanent partner of the enterprise... These things are enough for us to use for a long time."
For the future, Lucius is full of confidence.
As long as he develops, it doesn't matter what legion, enterprise or academy, it is not a problem for him.
When the fire of industry is ignited, with infinite production capacity coupled with infinite vitality, his players will be the strongest!
...
Nothing to say all night.
Lucius had a very long dream.
He dreamed that he was a machine gunner, squatting in a bunker, in front of the Legion's army of millions of clones, surrounded by artillery fire, and the whine of planes swooping in the sky.
And the players who were supposed to charge ahead were all standing behind him, muttering non-stop.
"Raise the muzzle a little more!", "Shot, will it work? Aim and shoot again!", "Can you hold the trigger and hold it? Save bullets for who!", "Move the machine gunner five meters to the left, Hey, I'm anxious to see it!"...
Lucius became angry at that time, turned the muzzle of the gun and swung the shuttle suddenly, and swept them all, and finally left the one with the biggest chest who didn't have the heart to do it.
And then……
Woke up from a dream?
"Damn... I have to change the sheets again."
Sweating all over, Lucius got up from the bed early in the morning, feeling like he had done push-ups all night, and every cell in his body was swollen.
Having grown accustomed to growing his body while sleeping, Lucius calmly went to the B2 floor to take a shower, and then returned to the resident hall to have a checkup for himself.
As Lucius expected.
This time it was upgraded again.
[ ID: Lucius
Genetic Sequence: Manager (Phase 2)
Level: LV.10→LV.11
——Basic attributes——
Strength: 16
Agility: 11
Constitution: 13→14
Perception: 12
Intelligence: 12 ]
"This wave should be based on the experience of the players."
The physical attribute increases a little, and the metabolic ability and toughness are improved. For Lucius who cannot be resurrected, this attribute is still very useful.
Looking at the physical examination form, Lucius stroked his chin with great interest, and continued, talking to himself, "However, it's only a level up after such a big battle. It seems that the posture of rubbing experience still needs to be improved."
The upgrade conditions of the manager sequence are very vague. Unlike the other departments, the method of upgrading can be figured out by reading the literal meaning.
Leaving aside the matter of rank, Lucius sat in front of the computer and opened the official website.
Lucius wanted to see how the players commented on the battle last night, but he just glanced at it. Good guy, more than a hundred withdrawal reactions have already begun.
"Ah, I'm going to die without Boss Yaya's mushroom soup!"
"It's no longer possible to hold a little man's hand and play."
"Without Yuki's good morning and safety blessing, I feel that I have no motivation to go to work! The boss scolded me today, and I actually stared back. I feel like he is very scared. Am I going to start preparing a new resume? "
"Damn! I really want to fry something! I just got the recipe of Hexogen, and I'm planning to try it."
"Why don't you try it in reality?"
"Get out, you want me to die!!!"
"In the 12th hour when I couldn't go online, I felt the pain of Brother Red Face Boxer and Brother Quit Smoking. I couldn't breathe because of the pain."
"Whooooooooooooooooooo, planner father, please, let me go up!"
Lucius: "..."
I can't go online for a few days, so what? I didn't expect these players to be so addicted.
Lucius originally thought about letting them take a few days off to relax in reality, but now it seems that he was thinking too much, and these little players were more anxious to watch the clock than he was.
Especially Quit Dude, feeling like the word sadness has been swimming against his stream in his posts. According to his own statement, after going offline yesterday, he fell asleep with his helmet on in the second half of the night.
By the way, can this fall asleep?
Watching the discussion of players, Lucius vaguely remembered that if he was wearing a helmet, he seemed to be able to see the countdown and login restriction reminders no matter whether he opened his eyes or closed his eyes, right?
Lucius couldn't figure out what was going on with the helmet. He just hoped that they wouldn't damage their bodies, live a good life when they couldn't go online, and don't cause trouble to the society.
As for the problem of not being able to log in, honestly speaking, Lucius was more anxious than them.
More than a quarter of the players in the "Server" can't log in. If it's a goose factory or a pig factory, it won't be good if they don't pay for it.
It can only be said that it is a closed beta.
Light: "Everyone, don't panic. We have been working overtime for 48 hours for emergency repairs. All players who cannot log in to the game due to bugs will be compensated! In addition, players who died in the battlefield mission today will have limited medals. The auction of loot will also be held online, and you can collect them normally after going online, and you don’t have to worry about missing points and equipment because of death!”
Quit Smoking: "Brother Light!! Woohoo, please, let your programmers hurry up!"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "It's fine if you can participate in the auction! I want to take a picture of a sight!"
Tail: "Give Tail 5 silver coins! Nothing happened to Tail! Give Tail 10 silver coins, and Tail will help wash the floor! (｀?′)Ψ"
Sisi: "Tail, you're not dead, why join in the fun."
Tail: "Damn it, has Sisi been bought by the evil planner! Pass it on, Sisi is not pure anymore!"
Sis: "???"
...
At the same time, the prison next to the operation camp.
Lex, who was wearing a padded jacket, turned off the off-road vehicle, threw a basket of potatoes at the door, and yelled coldly.
"Dinner time."
The prison door opened.
Seeing Vanus walking out, Lex's right hand subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist, guarding against his every move.
Seeing the vigilance of the man in front of him, Vanus didn't say anything, just picked up the box containing the potatoes, turned around and went back into the house.
Looking at the closed door, Lex couldn't help but spit at the door, thinking of the blue coat and his compatriots who died tragically in the battle that day, and returned to the car cursing.
"These scumbags."
In his opinion, there is no good manners with these people at all, they should not be allowed to live in a warm prison, they should be thrown in the snow and let them freeze into ice cubes in the cold wind!
Giving them potatoes is cheap for them!
