Chapter 350 The battle between awakened ones!

"Boss, do you think they will come from here?" The strong man with a steel nail on his nose bone said excitedly, rubbing his index finger repeatedly on the rifle wrapped with tape.

"Of course they will..."

In the middle of the abandoned building covered with moss and vines, a man in a leather jacket held a telescope in his hand and stared at the street in front of him.

His name is Blake. He lives in the slums outside the giant wall and is a bounty hunter fighting for his employer.

He is also an awakener.

Although he lives in the slums, the reason is not because of poverty.

For an awakener, moving into the outer city is not a difficult thing. No mercenary group will refuse an awakener to join, as long as the ability is not particularly useless.

However, Blake does not want to live a life of being controlled by others. In the eyes of others, the giant wall is the dividing line between barbarism and civilization, but in his eyes, it is a useless cement cage. Only cowards need others to protect them.

And the real strong ones rely on their own fists.

Last night, he received the task from his client in the Pirate Bay Tavern.

The employer did not want to reveal his name, but he was generous. He paid him a 1,000-face value chip as a deposit, and said that he would give him two more after the task was completed.

Such large-face value chips are rarely circulated in the market. Usually, they are used by the nobles in the inner city. Ordinary stores cannot find them at all, and they need to go to the bank to exchange them.

After seeing the deposit, Blake's eyes wished they could turn into colorful chips, and he took the task without saying a word.

Although generally speaking, the more expensive the reward, the more dangerous the task, but he was not very worried.

First, he had absolute confidence in his own strength, and second, the content of the commission did not sound difficult.

The New Alliance's delegation was heading to Boulder City. For the future of Boulder City, the mysterious employer hoped that he could intercept and kill the envoys halfway.

He didn't need to kill everyone, he just needed to launch a sudden attack, teach those country bumpkins in the northern suburbs a profound lesson, let them learn to be humble and polite, and take the so-called friendly cooperation agreement with them, and go back to where they came from.

Blake licked his mouth excitedly, but as time passed, his eyes suddenly became a little unnatural.

"... Something is wrong."

Why haven't they reached the ambush circle yet?

Were they discovered in advance?

Logically, this is impossible.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered a rumor circulating in the Pirate Bay Tavern.

There is a mysterious "intuitive" awakener in the northern suburbs, and a group of mercenaries once fell in their hands.

Blake's expression gradually became a little solemn.

If this rumor is true, the other party may have discovered them.

"Everyone prepare to fight."

With a low voice, he gestured to the brothers next to him, then picked up the RPG launch tube on the ground and inserted a high-explosive grenade into it.

He bought this thing from a weapons store.

Although its explosive and armor-piercing capabilities are not as good as the rocket launchers produced by the Boulder City Military Industry, it is still better than the short and powerful Iron Fist.

The most important thing is that it is cheap and can be reloaded repeatedly. Even if the hit rate at medium distance is not very good, not everyone needs that thing.

Just like not everyone needs to face the evolution.

The brothers next to him are also ready. The submachine guns and automatic rifles in their hands are loaded, and the heavy machine gunners hidden in the building also pulled the bolt with a click.

The silent street is full of murderous intent.

Although the fight has not started yet, it seems that the smell of blood can already be smelled.

Blake waited quietly, adjusting the rhythm of his breathing.

However, at this moment, a loud explosion suddenly came from a window 200 meters away from him.

Boom——!

He looked over there suddenly, and saw a figure being thrown out of the window, with a long scream, smashed into a pulp on the tilted concrete broken bridge.

That was the direction of the heavy machine gun position!

The one who was thrown down earlier was his partner!

A trace of bloodshot instantly appeared in Blake's eyes, and anger and fear were written in his pupils.

"Damn it! Lute!!"

How was he found? !

But now there was no time to think about this question. Without saying a word, he raised the launch tube and pulled the trigger towards the window.

With a whoosh, a white tail flame rushed towards the window diagonally opposite.

The air wave and flames of the explosion surged out of the dark ruins, even scorching the moss on the wall.

At the same time, Blake opened his voice and roared with red eyes.

"Tear them apart for me!"

On the other side, in the window that was hit by an RPG, an agile player shook his head and climbed up from the ground.

His ID is [Killing Dagger], and he entered the game in Alpha 0.5. Since "Killing" and "Dagger" are not easy to pronounce, his friends who are familiar with him call him Killing Dagger.

As a LV15 agility player, his ability is to convert half of his reflex nerves into perception of the environment.

Although in the current version, the perception system has a tendency to inherit the position of the intelligence system, this talent is just right for stealth players!

The polymer bulletproof plate of the light cavalry exoskeleton blocked most of the fragments, but the shock wave of the explosion still shook his internal organs.

However, since he couldn't feel the pain, he was more worried about his equipment and the flying spoils.

"Damn it - my original armor!"

And that heavy machine gun!

It seemed that it was about to be seized, but a bullet came over and directly shot him up.

It was definitely a plot kill!

Targeted by the dog planner!

Just as he was cursing, Lao Bai's voice came from the communication channel.

"... How is the situation on your side?"

"I'm fine... The other side has heavy firepower."

"Do you need support?"

"No, no," Sha Bi smiled, "Leave it to us!"

There are three people in the reconnaissance team, in addition to him, there are [Kidney Fighter] and [Good Names Are Given by Dogs].

One of them is a strength system and the other is a perception system, with levels 15 and 14 respectively. Like him, they are old players who entered the game in Alpha 0.5 version.

Before joining the Burning Legion, the three of them teamed up to brush maps and do tasks together.

Reaching out and tapping twice beside the helmet, Sha Bi moved to the half-collapsed stairwell while communicating with his teammates.

"Kidney, dog, what's the situation on your side?"

An answer came quickly from my ear.

"...The outer defense has been lifted, and we are moving upstairs. What about you? I just heard something explode."

"I took a bullet, it's okay... I'm on my way to the support position, and I'm expected to arrive in one minute."

"Got it, be safe."

"Quick battle!"

Gunshots rang out in the ruins, and flames flickered.

The small drone on the shoulder was released, and the two players wearing exoskeletons held rifles in their hands, advancing all the way, and flexibly shuttled through the damaged concrete ruins.

The light cavalry exoskeleton can exert unparalleled mobility in urban terrain, especially in complex ruins. Places that ordinary people can't reach by jumping can be easily climbed up wearing light exoskeletons.

The screams of his men kept coming from downstairs.

Listening to the gunshots getting closer and closer, Blake's eyes were full of fear and anger.

In the end, all the emotions turned into a roar, and his muscles began to swell outward, like a entangled python, his eyes were bloodshot, and exuded a creepy red.

"I'll fight you!"

A steel needle pierced his thigh, and Blake, with a roar, left the bunker, grabbed a rusty steel plate, and rushed towards the flashing gunfire at the other end of the corridor.

Every cell in his body expanded to the limit, and the whole person was like a mad tank. As he charged with big strides, the floor tiles of the entire corridor screamed.

The bullets hit the steel plate and left only pits, and the 7mm full-power bullet could not penetrate!

At such a close distance, it would definitely be too late to use a rocket launcher, and the reconnaissance team could not bring that thing.

"Fuck! Is this guy crazy?!"

The dog thing looked surprised, but he had played the game for so long, and he had seen everything.

Before he even gave him a look, the kidney fighter next to him put down the assault rifle in his hand, and while pulling out the engineer shovel, he also let out a low roar.

"Frenzy!"

With his whole body full of strength, he charged at the muscular man instead of retreating.

A hint of surprise flashed across his face, but it soon turned into an arrogant laugh.

"You want to die? I'll grant your wish!" Blake roared, and crashed into the steel plate.

Exoskeleton?

Drone?

Those precious things are nothing in front of pure power!

His muscles are the strongest engine!

Boom! ! !

The collision of metal and metal made a clanging roar.

However, the man in front of him was not knocked away as he expected.

The steel plate he was holding in his hand was like hitting a wall, and it shook slightly and then did not move at all.

A hint of surprise appeared on Blake's face, but it was soon replaced by anger.

He suddenly opened the steel plate, pulled out the nail hammer hidden inside the steel plate, and hit the head of the exoskeleton.

The clanging sound rang out again.

The man was holding a shovel in his hand, which was very different from the high-tech equipment, and he took his blow!

Blake was shocked and frightened, especially when a trace of numbness came from his palm.

"Haha! Good!"

The man shouted something he didn't understand, and the engineer shovel in his hand drew an arc and slashed towards his head.

Blake hurriedly raised the nail hammer in his hand to block, and two clanging sounds burst out, which actually hit him back two steps.

The man seemed tireless, and the engineer shovel in his hand was waving like a windmill.

Even though the steel had been deformed by the smash, it continued to hit him in the face.

Blake was scared, and a trace of fear was written on his face.

Even if he was stupid, he clearly realized at this moment that the man in front of him was an awakener!

And his strength was not inferior to his!

With the support of the exoskeleton, the warhead driven by muscles and motors came like a storm.

Not only was he not tired at all, but he became more and more courageous.

His body function was on the verge of reaching its limit.

Blake could no longer resist, pulled back, knelt on the ground with a flutter, and raised his arms to beg for mercy.

"I surrender!"

The few brothers who survived behind him were stunned on the spot and looked at each other. However, seeing that the boss had surrendered, they finally put down their weapons.

Staring at the level BOSS kneeling on the ground, the player called Kidney Fighter was slightly stunned, and the raised engineer shovel stopped in the air.

He was having a great time.

Why did he surrender?

Get up and continue!

Blake, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled, and cold sweat broke out on his head. The look in the man's eyes made him feel instinctively uneasy.

However, he really couldn't fight anymore.

At this time, the two players heard the panting voices of their teammates.

"Damn, I'm finally here... I've reached the support position. Which floor are you on? Why did the gunfire stop? Are you okay?"

"... It's over. The boss surrendered," the dog thing said with a subtle expression, "You go down."

Sha Bi: "%¥#@!"

...

On the roof of a building not far away, a woman covered in alloy stood there quietly.

The black mirror and helmet covered her entire head, and her gender could only be judged from her body shape.

At first glance, she seemed to be wearing an exoskeleton, but a closer look revealed that the helmet and mirror were non-detachable parts, growing directly on her neck.

She had no name, only an X-16 number written on her left chest and on the processor buried in her chest.

A small and exquisite electronic sparrow landed on her shoulder, and a string of dark green strings flashed across its smart black eyes.

X-16 nodded silently, looking straight ahead with the black mirror, and spoke with a cold electronic voice.

"...The bait was captured."

"Do you need to start Plan B?"

An answer came from the communication channel.

"No, come back."

X-16 nodded.

"Yes."

Not long after the voice fell, the figure standing on the roof had left quietly.

As if he had never been here...

...

On the other side.

Blake and his five dejected men, under the custody of three players wearing exoskeletons, walked out of the dilapidated abandoned building with their hands in their hands.

When he saw the seven soldiers standing next to the delegation, Blake couldn't help but reveal a trace of despair on his face.

Until a few seconds ago, he naively thought that the three people he had just met were the strongest fighting force of the New Alliance Mission.

However, the seven exoskeleton warriors standing in front of him at this moment were no less imposing than those three.

Especially the one standing in the front, whose strength was even more unfathomable!

At this moment, he finally realized how stupid it was to take on this mission.

The seized weapons were gathered together.

Looking at the RPG launch tube on the ground, Lao Bai's face was a little surprised.

"Bazooka, where did you get it from?"

He used the human language to say this.

Blake answered carefully.

"...This thing is sold on the black market in the slums."

There are actually weapons in the weapon store in the Boulder City, but the space on the shelf is not big, and there is only a small launch tube.

Explosives with an equivalent of more than 50 grams are not allowed to be brought into the giant wall. After payment, you need to pick up the goods at the trade station outside the giant wall.

It seems that all the survivor settlements in the wasteland are like this.

Luca walked over, looked down at Blake who was squatting on the ground with his hands on his head, and said in a deep voice.

"Who sent you here?"

Seeing the plot triggered, the surrounding players looked over here with interest.

"I don't know..."

Blake said tremblingly, and suddenly saw that everyone looked at him unkindly, and hurriedly explained, "I really don't know, I, I also get paid to do things, and the boss who contacted me is a frequent visitor to the Pirate Bay Tavern, his name is Bit... You can go and ask the bartender there, they all know that person."

"Get paid to do things?" Luca frowned and stared at him, "What did those people ask you to do? How much did they pay you?"

"My boss only told me to bring people here to ambush you, and then gave me... 1,000 chips as a deposit," Blake said with flattery and flattery on his face, begging, "I am willing to give you all my property, just ask you to let me live."

Without listening carefully to the bounty hunter's plea for mercy, old Luca's face was a little solemn.

Although he had expected that his trip would not be peaceful, in order to avoid more trouble, he deliberately arranged the signing time very close to avoid those who had ill intentions.

However, they were still targeted.

Old White cast a questioning look at Luca.

"How to deal with these prisoners?"

Luca pondered for a while and said.

"Let the manager handle it."

After that, he showed the VM, the coordinates set on the map, and then looked at Old White.

"The Guards will send people to recover the prisoners. Please arrange two people to wait here for a while."

Old White nodded and looked at the two agile players on the side.

"The NPC who detained the prisoners is on the way here. You stay here and follow up after the handover."

The two nodded in unison.

"Ok!"

"No problem!"

...

The prisoners and spoils were left in place, and two people were assigned to guard them, and the group continued on their way.

If they retreated because of this difficulty, it would undoubtedly play into the hands of the other party.

Old Luca made up his mind in his heart that no matter what happened, he must bring the agreement back.

At the same time, in the outer city of Boulder City, in an industrial-style building.

A man in formal clothes sat in the office, quietly looking at the holographic image projected on the desk.

Although it is an office, there is no sense of simplicity here.

The whole room is designed according to the standard of the presidential suite of the inner city hotel.

From the table in front of him to the bed in the next room, every piece of furniture is imported from Ideal City.

His name is Ibers, the chairman of Boulder Military Industry.

As the underground emperor of the outer city of Boulder City, he is the only one in the outer city who has the financial resources to enjoy all this.

And only he deserves such enjoyment.

Standing next to the man, the slightly old-looking secretary said softly.

"... Their strength is amazing."

Ibers nodded and said expressionlessly.

"Well, it should be that they have mastered some technology that can induce awakening."

"And the strength of awakening is not weak."

Although it is not easy to induce awakening, it is not impossible.

When a population is in a crisis of life and death, there will always be one or two individuals who are too strong to be reasonable.

Superimposed with the achievements of the Human Union era in the field of genetic engineering, this special situation has been infinitely magnified, leading to the so-called "awakening" - this is the most mainstream view.

Even without relying on any technical means, some survivor settlements can give birth to awakeners under natural conditions.

And if some technical means are used, it is also possible to induce individuals with potential to awaken actively.

Although this will be accompanied by a series of risks including reproductive isolation.

Ibers has heard of this kind of technology, and even the technical routes for inducing awakening that he knows include more than a dozen.

Jiushi Military Industry has mastered two of them, and it is meaningless to master one more.

They would regularly produce a batch of cloned babies, select a few with awakening potential and train them together, and throw those without potential into orphanages in slums or dispose of them.

Although the screening is not 100% accurate, as long as the overall yield rate is greater than 80%, it is enough for them.

For Giant Stone Military Industry, the awakener is just a "high cost-effective, low-yield" equipment. Their military industry capabilities rely not only on one or two equipment, but on the entire system.

However...

What makes Ibers feel daunted is that.

The New Alliance has too many of these high-cost-effective equipment.

The secretary standing next to him obviously thought the same as him.

"... If their ordinary soldiers and awakeners have such combat power, I'm afraid they will have to mobilize the militia to deal with them."

According to the intelligence they investigated, the New Alliance has an awakener corps of 1,000 to 3,000 people, and this is also the confidence of their announcement of the Northern Expedition.

Although their high-tech equipment is limited, sometimes quantity is also a terrible power.

"... And these people always give me a feeling that something is wrong."

Ibers asked casually.

"What are you talking about?"

"In various senses," the secretary continued clearly after a pause, "They are not like normal people, but they are not like clones, but more like special existences between the two."

"I suggest that we can increase communication with them, and it would be best to find out what these people are like."

There are countless strange things in the wasteland, but this incident happened at their doorstep after all.

Ibers thought for a moment and nodded slowly.

"You are right, this is indeed necessary to study."

The old secretary said respectfully: "Do you need me to arrange for the director of the city hall to meet with you?"

"No need, I called him last night, and things are developing in the direction we expect."

The old secretary continued: "Although that's what I said... but Mr. Dulong seems to have encountered some trouble."

Ibers raised his eyelids.

"What trouble."

"The workers surrounded the city hall. They were not satisfied with the negotiation results between Duron and the new alliance and demanded a renegotiation."

Ibers was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Interesting."

...

A long, long time ago, the Stone City was not a city, and it could not even be called a survivor settlement, but just a building.

Like other survivors in the apocalypse, the people living there struggled hard in the apocalypse.

However, at this time, a group of people came here and told the people in the building-

"We will build a high wall for you, and give you swords, seeds and torches."

"But the unreliable alliance is collapsing, and our lifespan is already a candle in the wind."

"For the future of all of us, please keep the last spark."

"Until the end-"

Later, as time went on, more and more people gathered in front of the "flame".

The more people add fuel to the fire, the higher the flame, and although it is not as strong as the prosperous era, it still retains a trace of warmth.

Gradually, the original building and the surrounding blocks became the inner city, and the buffer zone between the inner city and the giant wall developed into the outer city.

Now, even the huge outer city is not enough to accommodate all the people. People who cannot enter the giant wall built shacks outside the wall, or spread to the surrounding areas, forming villages like Beth Street.

Of course, if you are unlucky, you may be caught by slave traders and sold to places like Brown Farm.

"... Or simply become the food of mutants, predators, and aliens."

After listening to Xia Yan's "history", Chu Guang said thoughtfully.

"That group of people... is it called the Post-War Reconstruction Committee?"

He repeatedly watched the video of Dr. Principle. Although there was no mention of the Giant Stone City in it, the mysterious organization of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee was mentioned many times.

Two centuries ago, there should be no big forces such as enterprises, legions, and colleges in the wasteland, and the Torch Church only emerged more than ten or twenty years ago.

It seems that there is only one possibility to build such a towering giant wall on the ruins.

"Then I don't know. I heard there are other versions, but these are the stories I know..."

Sitting on the sofa in the browsing room, Xia Yan held a cup of hot milk with cocoa in her hand and blew it gently.

She didn't know why Chu Guang suddenly became interested in the story of 200 years ago, but she happened to have heard a little bit.

For the sake of chocolate, it's okay to chat with him for a while.

Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully and tapped a few buttons on the keyboard.

Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang, who was staring at the computer meticulously, curiously. His slightly curved bionic prosthesis was casually placed on another well-shaped leg.

"Are you writing a diary?"

"Diary?" Chu Guang was slightly stunned, then smiled, "Why do you think so?"

Xia Yan blinked.

"Because it feels like you write every day."

Chu Guang stopped his hand and thought for a moment, then spoke.

"... Well, it's better to say it's weaving dreams than a diary."

Xia Yan rolled her eyes helplessly.

"You are saying something hard to understand again."

Chu Guang smiled faintly and said nothing.

Every word he said was true, but he rarely finished a sentence.

In this respect, politics and sales are really similar.

It's just that the things sold are different.

After completing the world view in the setting collection, Chu Guang logged into the official website forum and took a look.

It's not time to go offline yet, and the players are all in the game, but the liveliness on the forum is indeed not reduced at all.

Two hours ago, the silver coin trading platform was reopened, and the trading price has been a roller coaster for more than a dozen rounds, making the onlookers who were eating melons say that it was simply out of the norm.

"Fuck! It's over 100!"

"Awesome!"

"Why did it fall to single digits?!"

"Big guys, give some help! No one is selling, lift the silver coins to the sky!"

"Damn! Who is selling it!!"

Since the gossip section prohibits the exchange of related topics, similar posts have flooded the trading section.

The leeks are concerned about the price, but Chu Guang is looking through the information of those big orders in the background.

Even without using Xiao Qi's computing power, he can roughly judge based on the flow of funds that the major forces in reality are consciously increasing their holdings of the air coins he issued.

He even hired a professional trader.

"...It seems that this battery has a lot of energy."

A smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.

If they decide to misunderstand themselves as extraterrestrial civilizations and regard "Wasteland OL" as some kind of allegory containing enlightenment, then let them continue to misunderstand.

This is not a bad thing.

It is natural to pay people who work hard.

Although he can't go to that world, he still hopes that his little players can live a better life.

At this moment, Xiao Qi's voice suddenly floated.

"Master."

Chu Guang was almost ptsd about the characteristic of this assistant AI that only reported bad news but not good news, and he looked at the puppet sitting at the corner of the table nervously.

"What's wrong?"

Being stared at like that, Xiao Qi showed an embarrassed expression and a shy smile.

However, this does not turn bad news into good news.

"You only have two closed beta qualifications left."

Chu Guang was stunned.

"Only two left? Didn't I say that the number of closed beta qualifications would be reduced when they were almost gone?"

Xiao Qi said aggrievedly: "I am doing what you ordered... Last week, the number of qualifications issued per day was reduced to 10, and this week it was reduced a little more, but the number is only so much."

Although it also wanted to help Chu Guang recruit more players, it had no choice because of the "recruitment limit".

Chu Guang did not speak today, Xiao Qi whispered.

"Do you want to change it to one per day?"

Or give out a gold coin every day, and collect 10 to exchange for a discount coupon for buying a helmet.

Xia Yan tilted her head, not understanding what Chu Guang and the ornament on the table were talking about.

"That's not necessary. Just send the last two directly."

Looking at the tasks in the work log, Chu Guang pinched his brows with a headache.

"...It seems that contact with Shelter No. 101 should be put on the agenda as soon as possible."

In order to make Pai happy, he specially sent the well-behaved, sensible and cute Xiaoyu to serve as her "exclusive customer service".

I don't know what the situation is like over there...