In fact, there is no choice at all.
Sumeria knew very well that with only one leg left, it would be difficult for him to even walk out of this street, let alone return to Boulder City.
What's more, what can I do if I go back?
Although she has been working as a mercenary for a long time, she basically didn't save any money. The better neuron-linked bionic prosthetics cost tens of thousands of chips, and the lesser mechanical transmission prosthetics cost thousands of points. point.
This price has caught up with a chemically powered exoskeleton. Even if you sell her, you can't afford it. Either go with these people, or die here. The choice is actually not that difficult.
Sitting on the edge of the rickety wooden cart, bouncing up and down together with the piled up sacks, Sumeria sighed silently in his heart.
Maybe this journey is my last free time.
Apart from taking herself back to have children, she really couldn't think of any use for the man in front of her.
A skill?
Work?
Ha ha.
After thinking about it, I only have this body left, and it still has a little value.
I heard it hurts, but I don't know if it's true...
"We have arrived."
The voice from the front interrupted at least 200,000 non-existent brain supplements.
After recovering from the daydream, Sumeria suddenly raised her head, and found that she had been taken to a small forest by this group of people at some point.
Surrounded by the jungle, there is a clearing scattered with wooden piles in the middle, and an unfinished concrete wall stands on the clearing.
Next to the concrete wall, there are kilns with blue smoke, and behind them are the pits for smoked meat and the racks for smoked fish.
The air was filled with the smell of barbecue, and there was the sound of tinkling and banging in my ears.
Some beat stones with hammers, others operated bellows to blow air into furnaces, others carried stones, built walls or felled trees.
It's like a big construction site.
Raw and busy.
These people... are all his subordinates?
Looking at all this, Sumeria's pale face was full of surprise. She made a rough count and found that there were still quite a few people here, and there were a dozen or twenty of them who could only be seen, wearing uniform blue uniforms.
And the moment she saw the clothes clearly, it took her less than a second to guess the identities of these people.
Vault Dwellers!?
I've never heard of a refuge near here.
But……
What are they doing?
Sumeria was a little confused.
It is not uncommon to find shelters in Spring City. Some of them have been opened many years ago, and many of them are still locked up until now, waiting for the unlocking period to come.
Those shelters that mix well can occasionally be regarded as one of the forces, and the ones that mix well basically become the rations of mutants or alien species.
Sumeria remembered that there seemed to be a refuge not far from Boulder City, but the survivors living in it were relatively xenophobic, unwilling to contact outsiders, and quite doggy, let alone building on the surface, they rarely come out of the shelter.
Does this kind of fence make sense? Strong is indeed a good acquaintance, bullets should be impenetrable, but no matter how strong the wall is, can it be stronger than the door of the shelter?
That thing is opaque to gamma rays.
"...Are you people from the shelter?"
"Yes," Lucius glanced at the wound on her leg, and said, "I thought you passed out."
She was very honest along the way and didn't make any movement.
Lucius's attention was basically scattered around, and he didn't pay much attention to her side, thinking that this person had lost too much blood and passed out.
Unexpectedly, she was still awake.
"I'm not that vulnerable."
Sumeria raised her chin, her brows were as stiff as her expression, and she felt that this might make her look a little bit more spineless.
At least not looking timid.
Unfortunately, however, no one cared about her pretending to be tough, or even noticed at all.
"I see," Lucius said casually, looking away from the bloody broken leg, "Your wounds are indeed healing a little faster than ordinary people."
Applying the attribute template of shelter no.404, this guy's physique has at least 8 points, and the error is about ±1.
For an ordinary person, even if he didn't lose too much blood, he would have a high fever and pass out right now.
However, this guy can still hold on, just sweating on his forehead, his face is pale, and his consciousness is not so clear.
Of course, it may be due to 'Talent'.
The survivors on the wasteland are more or less smeared with the word mutation, and it is not surprising that they have some physical characteristics that are different from ordinary people.
Lucius looked at the two players and ordered.
"You send the food to 'Scrambled Eggs' and ask him to keep it properly."
A few days ago, Lucius told Scrambled Eggs to build a granary that could store grain and meat.
No surprises, it should be built by now.
Specifically, whether it is dried and put into storage, or directly piled in the whole bag, I believe this cook is more professional and reliable than myself.
Now that there are players around, Lucius doesn't bother to worry about these trivial matters.
Last time, he was tormented enough just to make bacon. If I let myself plan the granary, I am afraid that it will become moldy or be eaten by mice if it doesn't last winter.
Hearing the manager's order, Tomorrow and Walker nodded in unison and took over the task.
"Yes!"
"Obey!"
Lucius didn't say anything.
I saw him reach out to pick up the paralyzed female mercenary on the cart, ignoring the latter's exclamation, and carried her on his shoulders like a sack.
Then, he stretched out his other hand, grabbed the backpack that Walker had pickup from the other three mercenaries, and strode towards the nursing home.
Walker and Tomorrow watched in admiration. Adding a living person to this big bag, it would cost a hundred kilograms to say the least.
It's too strong to pick up with two hands and walk away!
Looking at the manager walking towards the nursing home, Bunny, who noticed the situation here, quietly leaned over.
"What happened? Who is that person our BOSS is carrying?"
"You ask Tomorrow, since he finished watching the whole plot, I just watched it lonely." Either picking up the bag or being a hostage, Walker felt like a tool man, with a depressed expression on his face.
Tomorrow made a helpless expression.
"Don't look at me, this game doesn't even have subtitles, and you can't understand what the NPCs are saying to each other when you're going through the storyline... Just think of her as a new NPC."
Guess I can get a general idea, but it is a bit difficult to tell it completely, so let's wait for the official website to update.
Bunny said in a daze, "Okay...but then again, how did she get hurt so badly?"
"Hey, not to mention the serious injuries, we almost died," Walker said with a sigh, "You don't know what we encountered on the way back."
"What happened?"
"Crawler!"
"Damn it?" Bunny looked at Walker in surprise, and hurriedly asked, "Did you meet a crawler? What does that thing look like?"
There is information about the crawler on the official website, but apart from a few abstract text descriptions, there is no description about its combat effectiveness.
There is no illustration book to refer to.
Bunny only remembers that this thing seems to belong to the same category as the Gnaw, both of which are symbiont alien species born under fungal infection. It seems to be related to biological weapons, and its ancestors can no longer be traced.
Originally, he thought that this thing might be a monster in the setting, and the game company might not have made the model yet.
Didn't expect these two to meet!
"It looks ugly. It has four long arms. It is about half a person's height when lying on its stomach, and it is estimated to be two meters when standing up. This thing is not only incredibly powerful, but the key is that it moves very fast! Our three guns shot After a round, I missed a single shot, and then the manager was awesome, picked up the steel pipe, and was stabbed to death by it a few times."
Walker vividly described the situation at that time, although this abstract narrative style basically did not explain anything clearly.
Bunny looked at Tomorrow begging for help, and the latter sighed.
"I can't tell for a while, but basically like what Walker said, that nibbler is a bit too strong."
"I guess the new expansion pack not only updates the in-game activities, but also adds more alien species, new NPC camps, and related tasks. I will talk about this after I go offline later... The manager asked me to send the cart to Go to Brother Scrambled Eggs, I will hand in a task first."
Although he really want to share his new discoveries with Brother Tomorrow, but now there are only three hours left before dark, and there is really no time to touch fish.
Bunny sighed and nodded.
"Okay, you go first... I'll go and think about the blast furnace for steelmaking, come and help me when you're done!"
"Well, see you later."
...
On the other side, in the nursing home.
The players who were constructing on the scaffolding noticed the manager returning from the outside.
Of course, they also noticed the woman on his shoulders.
"Damn, look, look, the manager is carrying a person on his shoulders!"
"Who is that person???"
"New NPC?"
"Still a girl!"
"Finally a new NPC! Brother Xirr, we are one step closer to the closed beta!"
"Oh oh oh!"
Thinking that it was one step closer to the closed beta, the players seemed to have been beaten one by one, moving bricks and plastering even harder.
Sumeria, who was carried by Lucius on her shoulders, seemed to be on fire, not only because of her posture, but also because of the lines of sight that made her feel like a glow on her back.
She couldn't understand what those people were saying, but she didn't need to understand at all.
You can guess it, it's nothing more than trash talking like the dirty eyes of these men.
She could imagine that they were like hyenas in the wasteland, offering flattery and flattery to the leader male in this way, hoping to get a bone or a mouthful of broth after he finished eating his prey.
Obviously, she is the fresh and delicious lamb.
The more Sumeria thought about it, the more frightened she became, her clenched teeth couldn't help but fight, and her eye sockets became a little wet, even dripping down.
She suddenly regretted it. Instead of being humiliated and thrown to the wolves for food, she might as well have committed suicide and died with a little backbone.
But the body doesn't listen to her.
The elevator goes down.
Arrive.
Lucius strode through the gate of the refuge, through the buffer room, into the resident hall, threw aside the package full of equipment, and then threw Sumeria on his shoulders on the chair.
"Hiss, lighten up... what are you going to do?"
Taking a deep breath in pain, Sumeria stared nervously at Lucius who was approaching.
"Be honest."
Ignoring her, Lucius opened the drawer casually, took out a silver-white metal tube from inside, flicked off the plastic cover with his thumb, and flicked it with his index finger habitually.
"It shouldn't hurt, just bear with it."
In fact, there is no choice at all.
Sumeria knew very well that with only one leg left, it would be difficult for him to even walk out of this street, let alone return to Boulder City.
What's more, what can I do if I go back?
Although she has been working as a mercenary for a long time, she basically didn't save any money. The better neuron-linked bionic prosthetics cost tens of thousands of chips, and the lesser mechanical transmission prosthetics cost thousands of points. point.
This price has caught up with a chemically powered exoskeleton. Even if you sell her, you can't afford it. Either go with these people, or die here. The choice is actually not that difficult.
Sitting on the edge of the rickety wooden cart, bouncing up and down together with the piled up sacks, Sumeria sighed silently in his heart.
Maybe this journey is my last free time.
Apart from taking herself back to have children, she really couldn't think of any use for the man in front of her.
A skill?
Work?
Ha ha.
After thinking about it, I only have this body left, and it still has a little value.
I heard it hurts, but I don't know if it's true...
"We have arrived."
The voice from the front interrupted at least 200,000 non-existent brain supplements.
After recovering from the daydream, Sumeria suddenly raised her head, and found that she had been taken to a small forest by this group of people at some point.
Surrounded by the jungle, there is a clearing scattered with wooden piles in the middle, and an unfinished concrete wall stands on the clearing.
Next to the concrete wall, there are kilns with blue smoke, and behind them are the pits for smoked meat and the racks for smoked fish.
The air was filled with the smell of barbecue, and there was the sound of tinkling and banging in my ears.
Some beat stones with hammers, others operated bellows to blow air into furnaces, others carried stones, built walls or felled trees.
It's like a big construction site.
Raw and busy.
These people... are all his subordinates?
Looking at all this, Sumeria's pale face was full of surprise. She made a rough count and found that there were still quite a few people here, and there were a dozen or twenty of them who could only be seen, wearing uniform blue uniforms.
And the moment she saw the clothes clearly, it took her less than a second to guess the identities of these people.
Vault Dwellers!?
I've never heard of a refuge near here.
But……
What are they doing?
Sumeria was a little confused.
It is not uncommon to find shelters in Spring City. Some of them have been opened many years ago, and many of them are still locked up until now, waiting for the unlocking period to come.
Those shelters that mix well can occasionally be regarded as one of the forces, and the ones that mix well basically become the rations of mutants or alien species.
Sumeria remembered that there seemed to be a refuge not far from Boulder City, but the survivors living in it were relatively xenophobic, unwilling to contact outsiders, and quite doggy, let alone building on the surface, they rarely come out of the shelter.
Does this kind of fence make sense? Strong is indeed a good acquaintance, bullets should be impenetrable, but no matter how strong the wall is, can it be stronger than the door of the shelter?
That thing is opaque to gamma rays.
"...Are you people from the shelter?"
"Yes," Lucius glanced at the wound on her leg, and said, "I thought you passed out."
She was very honest along the way and didn't make any movement.
Lucius's attention was basically scattered around, and he didn't pay much attention to her side, thinking that this person had lost too much blood and passed out.
Unexpectedly, she was still awake.
"I'm not that vulnerable."
Sumeria raised her chin, her brows were as stiff as her expression, and she felt that this might make her look a little bit more spineless.
At least not looking timid.
Unfortunately, however, no one cared about her pretending to be tough, or even noticed at all.
"I see," Lucius said casually, looking away from the bloody broken leg, "Your wounds are indeed healing a little faster than ordinary people."
Applying the attribute template of shelter no.404, this guy's physique has at least 8 points, and the error is about ±1.
For an ordinary person, even if he didn't lose too much blood, he would have a high fever and pass out right now.
However, this guy can still hold on, just sweating on his forehead, his face is pale, and his consciousness is not so clear.
Of course, it may be due to 'Talent'.
The survivors on the wasteland are more or less smeared with the word mutation, and it is not surprising that they have some physical characteristics that are different from ordinary people.
Lucius looked at the two players and ordered.
"You send the food to 'Scrambled Eggs' and ask him to keep it properly."
A few days ago, Lucius told Scrambled Eggs to build a granary that could store grain and meat.
No surprises, it should be built by now.
Specifically, whether it is dried and put into storage, or directly piled in the whole bag, I believe this cook is more professional and reliable than myself.
Now that there are players around, Lucius doesn't bother to worry about these trivial matters.
Last time, he was tormented enough just to make bacon. If I let myself plan the granary, I am afraid that it will become moldy or be eaten by mice if it doesn't last winter.
Hearing the manager's order, Tomorrow and Walker nodded in unison and took over the task.
"Yes!"
"Obey!"
Lucius didn't say anything.
I saw him reach out to pick up the paralyzed female mercenary on the cart, ignoring the latter's exclamation, and carried her on his shoulders like a sack.
Then, he stretched out his other hand, grabbed the backpack that Walker had pickup from the other three mercenaries, and strode towards the nursing home.
Walker and Tomorrow watched in admiration. Adding a living person to this big bag, it would cost a hundred kilograms to say the least.
It's too strong to pick up with two hands and walk away!
Looking at the manager walking towards the nursing home, Bunny, who noticed the situation here, quietly leaned over.
"What happened? Who is that person our BOSS is carrying?"
"You ask Tomorrow, since he finished watching the whole plot, I just watched it lonely." Either picking up the bag or being a hostage, Walker felt like a tool man, with a depressed expression on his face.
Tomorrow made a helpless expression.
"Don't look at me, this game doesn't even have subtitles, and you can't understand what the NPCs are saying to each other when you're going through the storyline... Just think of her as a new NPC."
Guess I can get a general idea, but it is a bit difficult to tell it completely, so let's wait for the official website to update.
Bunny said in a daze, "Okay...but then again, how did she get hurt so badly?"
"Hey, not to mention the serious injuries, we almost died," Walker said with a sigh, "You don't know what we encountered on the way back."
"What happened?"
"Crawler!"
"Damn it?" Bunny looked at Walker in surprise, and hurriedly asked, "Did you meet a crawler? What does that thing look like?"
There is information about the crawler on the official website, but apart from a few abstract text descriptions, there is no description about its combat effectiveness.
There is no illustration book to refer to.
Bunny only remembers that this thing seems to belong to the same category as the Gnaw, both of which are symbiont alien species born under fungal infection. It seems to be related to biological weapons, and its ancestors can no longer be traced.
Originally, he thought that this thing might be a monster in the setting, and the game company might not have made the model yet.
Didn't expect these two to meet!
"It looks ugly. It has four long arms. It is about half a person's height when lying on its stomach, and it is estimated to be two meters when standing up. This thing is not only incredibly powerful, but the key is that it moves very fast! Our three guns shot After a round, I missed a single shot, and then the manager was awesome, picked up the steel pipe, and was stabbed to death by it a few times."
Walker vividly described the situation at that time, although this abstract narrative style basically did not explain anything clearly.
Bunny looked at Tomorrow begging for help, and the latter sighed.
"I can't tell for a while, but basically like what Walker said, that nibbler is a bit too strong."
"I guess the new expansion pack not only updates the in-game activities, but also adds more alien species, new NPC camps, and related tasks. I will talk about this after I go offline later... The manager asked me to send the cart to Go to Brother Scrambled Eggs, I will hand in a task first."
Although he really want to share his new discoveries with Brother Tomorrow, but now there are only three hours left before dark, and there is really no time to touch fish.
Bunny sighed and nodded.
"Okay, you go first... I'll go and think about the blast furnace for steelmaking, come and help me when you're done!"
"Well, see you later."
...
On the other side, in the nursing home.
The players who were constructing on the scaffolding noticed the manager returning from the outside.
Of course, they also noticed the woman on his shoulders.
"Damn, look, look, the manager is carrying a person on his shoulders!"
"Who is that person???"
"New NPC?"
"Still a girl!"
"Finally a new NPC! Brother Xirr, we are one step closer to the closed beta!"
"Oh oh oh!"
Thinking that it was one step closer to the closed beta, the players seemed to have been beaten one by one, moving bricks and plastering even harder.
Sumeria, who was carried by Lucius on her shoulders, seemed to be on fire, not only because of her posture, but also because of the lines of sight that made her feel like a glow on her back.
She couldn't understand what those people were saying, but she didn't need to understand at all.
You can guess it, it's nothing more than trash talking like the dirty eyes of these men.
She could imagine that they were like hyenas in the wasteland, offering flattery and flattery to the leader male in this way, hoping to get a bone or a mouthful of broth after he finished eating his prey.
Obviously, she is the fresh and delicious lamb.
The more Sumeria thought about it, the more frightened she became, her clenched teeth couldn't help but fight, and her eye sockets became a little wet, even dripping down.
She suddenly regretted it. Instead of being humiliated and thrown to the wolves for food, she might as well have committed suicide and died with a little backbone.
But the body doesn't listen to her.
The elevator goes down.
Arrive.
Lucius strode through the gate of the refuge, through the buffer room, into the resident hall, threw aside the package full of equipment, and then threw Sumeria on his shoulders on the chair.
"Hiss, lighten up... what are you going to do?"
Taking a deep breath in pain, Sumeria stared nervously at Lucius who was approaching.
"Be honest."
Ignoring her, Lucius opened the drawer casually, took out a silver-white metal tube from inside, flicked off the plastic cover with his thumb, and flicked it with his index finger habitually.
"It shouldn't hurt, just bear with it."
