Chapter 384 Shelter No. 79!

"What the hell!"

In the mess room of the Fallen Leaf Camp, looking at the pile of potatoes in front of him, Zhan Di Lao, holding a knife, stared with his eyes wide open, his chin almost touching the ground.

Is this cooking for pigs? !

How many tons of potatoes do these guys eat a day? !

However...

The cook who gave him the task didn't care about the expression on his face at all, but just ordered in a commanding tone.

"You...are you called Pangolin, right? These potatoes are your job today. I hope to see them all washed and peeled before the evening."

"If the work is not done, you will have a hard time."

After saying this, the cook went away.

Looking at the knife in his hand and the three skinny survivors next to him, Zhan Di Lao felt like crying but couldn't.

"This... How long will I have to cut it?"

Yesterday he was still bragging on the official website that he only took half a day to complete the workload of three people. As a result, as soon as he went online today, the workload completed yesterday directly became today's standard, and it was quadrupled.

This is like catching a fat sheep and trying to grab it.

The key is that there is no task reward yet!

Compared with the people in the legion, their respected administrator is simply a living Bodhisattva!

No...

These dogecoins are also worthy of being compared with the administrator? ?

The more Zhandi Lao thought about it, the angrier he became. He clenched his knife and almost couldn't help chasing out to open the eyes of the arrogant fat pig's ass.

However, thinking of the hidden task unlocked on the official website last night and the generous task reward, he finally took a deep breath and endured it patiently.

A real man can bend and stretch.

For the supreme administrator... I will endure it!

"We have to improve the tools. With this knife, we won't be able to finish peeling until this time tomorrow." Zhan Di Lao looked back at the three apprentices behind him, gesturing with his hands and speaking in poor human language.

The three apprentices looked at each other, and their faces were full of confusion after hearing half of what they had learned.

Zhan Di Lao sighed, picked a guy who looked a little smarter, and asked him to go to the scavenger's garbage station to find some iron sheets.

After getting the parts and tools, he used flint to grind through the middle of the iron sheet, and then wrapped it with iron wire several times to make four simple peeling knives.

This thing is a bit like a razor.

Although it is not completely automated, it is at least much faster than using a dagger to peel.

After his patient guidance, the three apprentices quickly learned how to peel potatoes more efficiently.

This time, Zhan Di Lao learned his lesson. He did not rush to show off everywhere, but squatted next to the three apprentices and worked hard.

Seeing his leisurely look, the apprentice beside him couldn't help but say with envy.

"Brother, do you often peel potatoes?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"No... I just saw that you are quite skilled, and the improved tool is quite useful."

Zhandi Lao said with a smile.

"What's the big deal? We all peel potatoes this way. I also learned it from others."

Hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the three apprentices became even more envious.

In the wasteland, crops with a planting cycle of more than two months are not affordable for ordinary people.

Most survivor settlements plant green wheat, not because people like the unique oxalic acid taste, but because other crops can't wait until they are mature, either being eaten by predators or being ruined by alien species.

The more chaotic the times, the more people tend to plant crops with short growth cycles and low requirements for soil, fertility, and manpower.

This is true in any world.

Since he was free anyway, Zhan Di Lao simply used half-baked human language to talk to these apprentices about life in the Alliance.

Of course, he did not mention the Alliance and Dawn City, and still used Beth Street as a substitute.

After talking for a while, Zhan Di Lao paused and suddenly noticed that a row of residents were standing in the open space outside the kitchen.

"What are they doing over there?"

An apprentice squatting next to him quickly answered.

"I heard that the Legion is recruiting soldiers..."

"Recruiting soldiers?"

"Well, strong and healthy people or survivors with special abilities can sign up. They say that as long as they join the Legion, they can eat potatoes and beef."

As he spoke, the apprentice had an envious expression on his face, and he was obviously moved.

But perhaps because he thought that he might be sent to the front line as cannon fodder, he finally did not make up his mind to try his luck.

Zhan Di Lao looked at this guy with a strange look on his face, and threw the potatoes that he had been peeling for a long time into the box next to him.

Those two-headed cows and potatoes...

Didn't they all come from your home?

While Zhandi Lao was peeling potatoes and thinking about whether to try his luck at the recruiting place, Kolwe, standing in the center of the camp, was looking at the list sent by his men.

In four days, they gathered a total of 7,400 survivors and emptied nearly 17 survivor settlements.

The largest survivor settlement had a scale of 1,000 people, and there was even a cast iron cannon in the camp.

However...

In front of the 400mm main gun, that kind of thing is just a toy.

Especially when the residents heard that "the steel airship annihilated the entire 100-man team of Enterprise with just one shot", the locals did not have the courage to resist at all, and obediently packed their bags and migrated here with them.

They have deployed a wood-fired generator in the camp to power the nutrient paste synthesis device. Later, they will build a few smelting furnaces here to recycle the garbage picked up by the scavengers from the city into useful metal castings to make scavenger rifles and ammunition.

The task assigned to him by General McLen is to train a thousand-man team composed of locals within two months to fight with their air and space marines.

Lay the foundation for them to bring the southern plains of the Valley Province into their sphere of influence.

Standing next to Kolwe, logistics officer Finod looked at the survivors standing in a row in front of him and the camp that had begun to take shape, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"We have to speed up... The people of the Enterprise have discovered our movements, and our patrols have come up empty-handed several times."

Kolway: "I have reported this problem to Mr. Rachel, and we will increase the number of patrols later..."

"There is one more thing."

"What is it?"

"I heard that a two-story-high death claw appeared in the survivor settlement at No. 79 Xiangling Street... Is that right?"

Kolway remembered this and nodded.

"That's right. I reported the situation there to Mr. Rachel. Considering that there are only two or three hundred survivors, and those locals may not be able to survive the mouth of the death claw, I asked my men to cross out that survivor settlement... Is there a problem?"

It's not that he is afraid of that thing, but he thinks it is not worth wasting his men's lives and precious ammunition to kill a beast.

The number of the Air Marine Corps is limited, and it cannot be replenished from the rear. The guerrillas of the Enterprise have been enough to give him a headache these days.

Finold said amiably.

"No problem, two or three hundred less people is no big deal, but General McLennan is very interested in that beast. He saw that guy on the bridge and kept talking about hanging that guy's head on the bow of the Iron Heart and taking it back to General Griffin to see."

Kolway looked at Finold in surprise and couldn't speak for a long time.

Finold's smile remained unchanged, and his tone was still gentle.

"Can I trouble you?"

Of course it would be best if he could refuse, but this was General McLennan's order.

Even though he was reluctant, Kolway could only nod his head with a tingling scalp.

"Okay..."

...

"... Doesn't this library have a basement?"

In the dim tunnel.

Sis looked around with a flashlight, and this place gave her the feeling of an air-raid shelter, although she had never seen what an air-raid shelter looked like in reality.

Zhimahu walked beside her, holding a radio in his arms, his cat ears alertly erect, his eyes looking around.

Just then, the radio, which was very quiet a second ago, suddenly made a tooth-aching laugh, scaring her so much that she almost dropped it on the ground.

"... Who did you hear that from?"

"Local residents."

"Hehe... What do they know?"

That's true.

Sisi nodded thoughtfully, and did not continue to ask questions on this insignificant issue.

If anyone can find the entrance to the shelter, it will undoubtedly be a torture for both the people inside and outside.

Both in the physical sense and in the spiritual sense.

The two continued to move forward along a dark tunnel, which became wider and wider. From the initial allowance of only four people to walk side by side, it is now as wide as two lanes.

Looking at the fork in the road beside the passage, Sisi became more and more certain of his previous guess.

Shelter No. 79 should have more than one entrance.

And the number of people that can be accommodated is far more than a thousand!

The elevator hidden behind the bookshelf on the second floor of the library is just one of the entrances through this tunnel.

As for how they found that intersection, it has to start from half an hour ago.

Half an hour ago, they found the radio on the second floor of the library that received signals from nowhere.

The person on the radio claimed to be the manager of Shelter No. 79, and said in a tone that was hard to tell whether it was self-mockery or self-blame, "Half of the barbarism on this land can be traced back to him", and urged the two to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Sisi had reservations about his statement.

However, at present, this guy seems to be the only one who knows the entrance to Shelter No. 79.

She thought it would take some effort to gain the trust of the manager, but to her surprise, she hardly spent much time and actually used that poor human language to convince this guy to let them take a look at Shelter No. 79.

To be honest.

Such a simple persuasion was so easy that Sis couldn't even believe it.

Could it be...

My hidden charm value attribute is actually very high?

Thinking of this, Sis's face showed a subtle expression.

At this time, the radio suddenly spoke.

"By the way, I forgot to ask, what is Shelter No. 404 for?"

"It's just a very ordinary shelter?"

"Oh, so..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just want to make sure if I have interfered with other friends' work... Hehe."

The smile was a bit meaningful.

But Sis didn't think much about it.

After all, this old radio, even if it doesn't say anything, is emitting electric noise all the time.

"By the way, what should we call you."

"Just call me the manager."

"But we already have a manager, there must be a distinction."

The voice pondered for a while.

"Sorry, I've been alone for too long. I haven't used my name for a long time. I thought about it for a while. You can just... call me Yongshi."

Sisi was slightly surprised, but didn't say much. He nodded with an "Oh".

Most NPC names in this game are weird, including their managers, who have always called themselves "Shuguang" and only occasionally use the name "Chuguang".

But from what this guy said, it seems that he is an old monster who has lived from the pre-war era to the present...

This mission is getting more and more interesting.

Zhimahu, who was walking on the side, didn't understand what the two were talking about at all, and asked nervously.

"How long will it take us to get there?"

Sisi relayed her question, and the radio quickly answered.

"It's just ahead... But before that, I hope you can be mentally prepared. I said that there is no shelter for any survivors there."

"I'm ready."

As the guide of the copy, this NPC said too much.

Just as Sis was thinking this, a gear-shaped alloy giant door finally appeared at the end of the tunnel.

The number 79 printed in the center of the gear has not faded even after two centuries.

The two people's eyes were instantly filled with excitement.

Mission accomplished!

The entrance to Shelter No. 79 was found!

"It's a pity that Tail is not here... Should we call her over?"

"It's a waste of time to go back and forth. We finally got here. Anyway, let's see what it looks like inside..."

Restraining the excitement in his voice, Sis looked at the radio in Zhimahu's hand and asked in human voice.

"...How should we get in?"

As soon as the voice fell, the stones on the ground suddenly jumped slightly.

There was a tremor like an earthquake under his feet, and the giant gear with an unknown tonnage rolled slowly to one side.

Looking at the straight corridor behind the giant door and the spacious buffer room like a playground, Sis opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The area in front of her was 10 times the size of Shelter 404...

However, she was even more surprised by what was to come.

When she and Zhimahu passed through the wide buffer room and the door at the end of the corridor, the floor-to-ceiling windows more than ten meters high quickly came into their sight.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, their perception of the shelter was completely overturned.

Square buildings, like sharp rulers, were distributed in an extremely wide area, extending to the bottomless underground.

Steep passages connected those square buildings together.

They were like blocks connected to each other, stacked and connected to each other, making the best use of space in a way that human aesthetics could accept.

At this moment, they were standing at the highest point of this "underground city"...

Sisi opened her eyes wide, subconsciously touched her ears, and her fingertips were completely stuck to the shutter of the headset.

Zhimahu, who was standing aside, was stunned on the spot, not only his eyes were wide open, but his mouth was so wide that it seemed that an egg could be stuffed in.

"Is this...really a refuge?"

"Welcome to Ruigu City 2.0." A cheerful voice floated over the radio, "There haven't been any new guests here for a long, long time."

The moment the voice fell, the eyes under the cat ears suddenly flashed a trace of alertness.

Zhimahu quickly pulled out the 12mm caliber revolver inserted in her waist with her right hand, and her thumb pressed the hammer skillfully.

This is the pistol she bought from the manager a long time ago, mainly used to deal with large aliens.

Behind the door she was aiming at, a tiger that was twice as big as her was staring at the two through the glass window on the door, and a dangerous growl came out of its mouth.

A pair of teeth turned on the outside of its lips, like a sharp dagger!

Its claws scratched on the door, its teeth rubbed against the door frame, and its eyes were full of impatience, as if it had been hungry for a long time.

The moment she met its eyes, the instinct of the creature made her feel that all the hairs on her body stood up.

Also sensing the dangerous atmosphere, Sisi swallowed hard, loaded the assault rifle in his hand with a click, and asked the radio while aiming at the door.

"What is going on here?"

Why are there aliens in the shelter? !

The radio sighed.

"So I asked you to be prepared... As you can see, the city has fallen."

"Fallen..."

"Yes."

Leaning in Zhimahu's arms, the old radio spoke in a very soft voice as if recounting a past event.

"The people here once had a short and prosperous time, but that huge gate can block war and radiation, but it can't stop people's yearning for the outside world and freedom... I tried to persuade them to wait a little longer, wait for the radioactive dust to fall from the sky to the ground, wait for the glaciers that freeze the earth to melt, and then we will go to the outside world hand in hand, but..."

"But?"

"But they can't wait any longer, and they are clamoring to leave here, and I can't persuade them no matter how hard I try..."

The voice on the radio was a little sarcastic, but soon changed to a relieved tone.

"Let's not talk about those old things, I believe you are not interested. In short, because the door outside is always opening and closing frequently, there is no difference between here and the outside world... It's even worse than the outside."

"Our original intention was to help the mutant creatures outside to return to their original state, but who would have thought that some idiots were not satisfied with getting out, and took the creatures carrying the incomplete gene original body out, resulting in the mutant freaks everywhere outside now."

Sis frowned.

"You mean... all the aliens outside escaped from here?"

The radio answered briefly.

"Probably, anyway, I estimate that at least half of them are. As for the rest, we have to ask other shelters... God knows what they are doing."

After a pause, its tone seemed to carry a hint of deep self-blame.

"Of course, we have tried to make amends. Before the last crisis, we have been looking for ways to control the spread of the original gene body. In fact, this great work is almost completed... Unfortunately, at the last moment, the only research area that has not fallen was finally lost."

Sisi said with a bright look.

"We are willing to continue your unfinished business! Restoring the ecology of this planet to normal is also part of our cause of reviving the human alliance!"

Any major research results found in the wasteland, whether it is encrypted data or sample entities, can be exchanged for generous rewards from the scientific expedition team NPC Yin Fang.

Such a large shelter.

The things studied inside must be able to exchange for a lot of rewards, right?

Without knowing what she was thinking at the moment, a relieved voice floated from the radio.

"I'm glad to hear you say that. It seems that I didn't trust you so much in vain."

After a pause, it continued.

"There is a silver-white building in the center of the city. Its appearance is very eye-catching. You should be able to see it from here. It is the research area of ​​this shelter. All our research results are stored there, including our experimental data, including the serum samples we have completed."

Sisi: "Serum?"

"It can reverse the mutation serum. We have only completed the death claws... because they are the most dangerous."

The moment he heard this, Sisi was stunned.

"Can this kind of thing be done?"

Reversing the mutation that has already occurred...

It sounds like a fantasy.

However, the radio said it in a firm tone.

"Of course, it's not that difficult to do. Let's get back to the point. If you really want to inherit our business, take those things outside for us. Since you are from the shelter, you must know how to use them."

"Of course, the aliens here are not easy to deal with, including more than one Death Claw. You can go back and prepare first, and come back when you are ready."

"I do have this plan..." Sisi glanced at the tiger outside the door.

She does need to make some preparations.

When she entered Xiangling Town before, in order to show her sincerity, she and Zhimahu only carried basic self-defense weapons.

With the little ammunition in hand, I'm afraid they can't even deal with the monster behind the door in front of them.

At least everyone should be called together!

...

The peak of the day's offline.

The official website forum was once again detonated by a post.

"Big News! Shelter No. 79 Decoded! The underground city hidden in Ruigu City! "

Quit Smoking: "Fuck! Underground City?!"

Tail: "Hmm! The monsters inside are super powerful! There are so many trash guys! (?ω?)"

Garbage Pickup Level 99: "???"

I'm the Darkest: "666! Isn't this much more awesome than the shabby old map in Battlefield?"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Damn, that's not what you said yesterday!"

Lightning Mage Professor Yang: "This scale... isn't it too much to put another 100,000 activation codes?"

Yin Lena: "... Tsk, brushing the novice village of Death Claws is much more exciting than brushing the monkey's No. 117 Shelter. (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "And it's directly brushed on the face. (Funny)"

Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "Let me in!!! The dog planner won't send me a helmet report! (Crazy)"

Old White: "(stunned.jpg)"

Sisi: "Anyway, No. 79 Shelter That's basically the situation of the shelter... Since there is no internet here, we can only upload the photos after returning to the Stormtroopers' base in a few days. "

"In addition, we also learned that the shelter has a huge nuclear energy reserve. According to the description of the manager named Yong, it is more than enough to run for another three centuries. The serum located in the central research area of ​​the underground city seems to be able to reverse mutations?"

Ya Ya: "Wait, doesn't that mean Rou Rou can become a human? (Excited)"

Teng Teng: "(Expecting) (Expecting)"

Rou Rou: "Wait a minute, I'm a human! (╯°Д°)╯"

"Although I'm not a human in the game."

"No! It feels weird to say that!"

Rou Rou, who posted three posts in a row, fell into confusion, but due to the players' expectations for the new map, he was soon drowned in the flood of replies.

Browsing the posts from beginning to end, a certain planner sitting in front of the computer also showed a surprised expression on his face.

"...Reverse mutation?!"

What kind of black technology is this?

At this moment, Chu Guang was as surprised as the player named Sisi.

Fortunately, he had an expert to consult.

Without hesitation, Chu Guang immediately got up and went to the B3 floor, and found Heya who was busy in the laboratory.

After listening to his consultation, Heya paused his work, and his eyes showed a surprised expression.

"...Are you sure? Reverse mutation?"

Chu Guang said in a rigorous manner.

"I can't guarantee that the source of the news is accurate, I can only make sure that I didn't hear it wrong... But by the way, are you so surprised?"

"Well, it's better to say that... I don't quite understand the significance of this research project."

The index finger gently rested on the chin, and Heya's face showed a thoughtful expression.

"Although the mutant creatures on the wasteland cannot rule out human factors, most of them are actually the result of natural selection. Only species with stronger survival ability can survive on this planet with extreme ecological environment. This is the fundamental reason for the current situation."

"If you don't change the environment itself, it's meaningless to change the characteristics of one or two creatures. These individuals that can't adapt to the current environment will soon be eliminated, and the characteristics can't be inherited at all."

After a pause, she continued.

"Moreover, evolution is a continuous process. Which stage does the serum intend to return the mutations that have occurred to?"

"So he is lying?" Chu Guang also found this logical inconsistency and frowned slightly. "The research results stored in Shelter No. 79 are not as simple as he confessed."

He Ya teased: "I think the same as you. Your residents are probably fooled. Sometimes they are really innocent and cute... Speaking of which, can't Yin Fang find any information about Shelter No. 79? Even the name of the manager?"

Chu Guang shook his head.

"No, the shelter is like a black box, and it looks like a blind box from the outside."

Hea tilted his head with his arms folded, not quite understanding what a blind box is.

Chu Guang did not explain, thinking quickly in his mind.

He could not assert that the "Yongshi" was lying, but there was a high probability that the man concealed part of the truth, and the purpose was to let his players take the serum stored in the shelter outside.

There may be many motives for doing this, and there is no point in guessing before figuring out what the serum is.

However, what puzzled Chu Guang was why he didn't do it himself?

As long as the door of the shelter was closed and the power was cut off, the creatures inside would die of lack of oxygen in a few days.

Even if some of them could survive tenaciously, it would only take a few more days.

Either the authority that the person had was incomplete.

Or for some reason, the person did not want the aliens in the shelter to die...