Chapter 394: It’s not too much to sell an SSSR-level mount by weight, right?
"You have obtained the authority to access the gate... Oh, so the 'traitors' outside are all dead."
The rotten wood-like body made a sandpaper-grinding laugh.
The Mother of Deathclaws, crawling in the hall, looked at the players standing in front of her and said this in a relaxed tone.
Surprisingly, although the word "traitor" was used to refer to the Yong family, there was not much hatred for betrayal in its voice.
It has lived for more than a century, or even longer. In the long river of time, it has seen too many rebirths and deaths, and has long reconciled with the past.
Tail tilted his head and asked in confusion.
"Traitor?"
"That happened more than a century ago. There is enough about our past to make a TV series of hundreds of hours... You won't be interested." The Mother of Deathclaws said in a calm tone.
"If you mean the guy who calls himself Yong... I did kill him," Sis glanced at the VM on his arm and continued.
"Also, when I realized it, the administrator privilege was already in my hands... I want to know, is this privilege tied to the VM?"
After she killed Yong, a special signal suddenly appeared in the upper right corner of the VM. After selecting the connection, the function of connecting to the shelter system was unlocked.
Including opening and closing the doors of the corridor.
Including adjusting the ventilation system of each area.
Also including the cameras in each room.
It was like a console in an RPG game, so much so that she once thought she had discovered a bug in the game and accidentally unlocked the "developer mode".
But after some attempts, she soon discovered that this privilege was not as magical as she had imagined.
At least it did not reach the level of a bug.
It is difficult to fully implement complex functions through VM, and it may be necessary to match other terminals with richer UIs or auxiliary smart devices.
Otherwise, even if you get the privilege, you can only implement a few basic operations.
In addition, privileges can be transferred.
Combined with the task of "obtaining the administrator authority of Shelter No. 79" in the task bar, it seems that after obtaining the full authority, the respected Lord Shuguang should take away the administrator authority.
After all, the shelter is set as a public resurrection point for players. From this point of view, it is unlikely that the management authority of the shelter will be in the hands of players.
However, this wonderful experience still makes her feel quite fun.
In response to the question of the girl in front of her, the Mother of Death Claws answered in a casual tone.
"To be precise, the authority of the shelter is related to life characteristics. The life characteristics that contain multiple elements of cross-validation are the real key... and VM is just your terminal to connect to the shelter system."
"VM, bionics chip... hardware with life characteristic recognition function can mostly be used as a carrier to connect to the shelter system."
"I see." Sisi nodded thoughtfully and continued, "Then... will the authority of the shelter be inherited by the person who killed the administrator?"
The Mother of Death Claws grinned and said.
"You have misunderstood the rules. The correct explanation should be that when the life signal of the authority holder disappears from the signal collection range and no successor is designated, the administrator authority is inherited by the nearest terminal device holder."
"Your VM is one of the terminals, which records your life characteristics. Although you are not on the registration list of Shelter No. 79...but in principle you are a resident of the shelter."
The rules sound a bit awkward.
But Sisi still tried to understand it.
Simply put, if there is no successor, whoever's VM is closest before death will inherit the authority...
What kind of battle royale rule is this.
Seeing the strange expression in Sisi's eyes, the Mother of Deathclaw smiled lightly and continued as if nothing had happened.
"I know what you want to say. Of course, there are loopholes in such rules. If there is no designated successor, the situation you mentioned will happen... The manager's authority will be inherited by the person who killed him."
"Although the first generation shelter manager designated me as the next manager at the last moment of his life, perhaps out of distrust of me or for other reasons, he did not transfer all the authority to me. Instead, he split the authority into many parts and formulated the inheritance rules of authority."
"He hopes that we can decide our own fate, including whether our experiment should continue."
"However, the irony is that although he made a lot of preparations in advance, the final facts proved that all this was meaningless. What he was most worried about still happened. Before we cultivated a morally perfect leader, we first mastered the ability to breed demons..."
At this point, the Mother of Deathclaw paused and continued in a soft voice.
"I will transfer the authority of the shelter to you... But before that, can you fulfill a small wish of mine?"
Although there are more direct ways, such as killing it directly, the mission does not require killing this guy as well.
Sisi asked bluntly.
"What wish?"
If it's not too much trouble, she can fulfill it.
"I want to meet your manager, just to satisfy my curiosity, video call is fine... you should be able to do it."
Sisi nodded.
"This is a reasonable request, I will convey it to him."
...
"The two-story-high death claw... It's incredible. You actually killed such a great monster? I mean, before killing it... can't I study it first?"
Shelter No. 404.
The library on the B4 floor - or Chu Guang's office.
When she heard what happened in Shelter No. 79, Heya widened her eyes in surprise.
But the reason for her shock seemed to be a little different from that of ordinary women of the same age.
After patiently listening to the complaints of the "Alliance Chief Biologist", Chu Guang closed the file he had just sorted out in his hand and said with a sigh.
"Aren't the evolutionary bodies in Qingquan City enough for you to study?"
While the players were attacking Shelter No. 79, Chu Guang, the planner, was also not idle.
Although he was not on the front line, he had been following the progress of the players' strategies.
Including the experimental logs collected by the players, including the strategy posts compiled by the players on the forum, as well as the analysis of the plot and the speculation of experimental accidents, etc., he asked Xiaoqi to help organize and make files, which were divided into electronic and paper files and included in the server and library of Shelter No. 404.
Although the plan ultimately failed, it was an attempt by people of that era to save the nation.
When all this is over, the declining civilization has entered a new era, and he will send these files and records to the museum for future generations to evaluate.
Regarding Chu Guang's statement, Heya said directly.
"Of course not! The mutation of slime mold is not an isolated process, but a common result caused by the interaction with the outside world. The evolutionary body is only a subset of the entire huge system. To understand the entire system, more clues are needed..."
Listening to Heya's chattering, Chu Guang pinched his eyebrows and had a slight headache.
Since coming to this world.
He increasingly felt that the nine years of compulsory education and 3+4 years of higher education he received were no longer enough.
"Sorry, I don't quite understand... Can you explain it more simply?"
After stopping the conversation, Heya sighed softly and continued after a pause.
"...In short, the research on non-slime mold variants and the research on mutant slime molds can promote each other... Do you understand what I said?"
Although I still have some half-understanding, it is much better than before.
Looking at Chu Guang who nodded thoughtfully, Heya couldn't help but complain again.
"...However, such a perfect research sample, a living fossil that has lived for more than a century, is in front of you, and you actually killed it."
What a waste!
It's a waste of natural resources!
Looking at Heya with an indignant look on his face, Chu Guang smiled faintly and continued.
"That guy is too dangerous. It may be useful to keep it, but we can't afford the risk of it getting out of control, so I ordered it to be disposed of."
After a pause, he continued.
"As for the research sample you mentioned, there is no need to worry about that. We just killed the uncontrolled mother, and there is another one in Shelter No. 79."
Heya's eyes lit up like a lamp in an instant, and his hands suddenly rested on the table.
"Really?!"
Looking at Heya with a sharp look, Chu Guang moved back a little, nodded slightly and said.
"Well... and its identity is beyond my expectation. I didn't expect that the Great Horned Deer God actually existed. I always thought it was just a legend."
The manager of Shelter No. 79 has become the spiritual pillar of the wastelanders in the River Valley Province.
Although this sounds a bit strange, it is not difficult to understand.
In the eyes of the clones being studied, the researchers who "transferred their consciousness to the Death Claws" and "could control their life and death at will" are gods, aren't they?
The "gods" tried to create an "emperor" among them, constantly bringing disasters to eliminate weak individuals, and allowing individuals who passed the environmental selection to continue to reproduce, prompting their tribe to continue to evolve... If the narrative style of religion is used, this evil experiment can be completely interpreted as a myth.
Later, some clones and experimental samples escaped with the "Yongshi", and naturally took this memory and their genes outside, and passed them down from generation to generation...
Thinking of this, Chu Guang's expression suddenly became a little weird.
Since the legend of the "Big Horned Deer God" can be traced back to an experiment in a certain shelter...
Could the "Spirit of the Sand Sea" in Luoxia Province also be related to an unknown secret experiment?
The more Chu Guang thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible.
It seems necessary to organize a group of folklorists to collect those strange rumors in the wasteland.
Who knows, behind which inadvertent clue, there is a fish that is so big that it is unimaginable.
Just as Chu Guang was thinking about which tavern to place this new NPC, Heya was staring at him with a sharp gaze and continued.
"...I'm going to go to Shelter No. 79! Have you got the authority there? Authorize me!"
Chu Guang: "I haven't got it yet, but it's just a matter of going through the process... I'll go with you, I just happen to have something to deal with there."
He Ya smiled and said: "Okay! By the way, after dealing with things over there, what do you plan to do with that shelter?"
Chu Guang thought for a moment and replied.
"...I haven't thought about it yet, I have to see what good things there are first."
He Ya said happily.
"If you haven't figured out how to arrange it, you can use it as a laboratory for me. In addition to the death claws, other alien species there are also quite good research materials! During this period, I happened to train several researchers with good quality, and I plan to send them there for internship..."
Hearing this suggestion, Chu Guang's eyes lit up.
"That's a good idea, I will consider it!"
Although the specific situation of Shelter No. 79 is still unknown, according to Yong, the energy stored there is enough for the shelter to operate for 5 centuries.
Compared to the pitiful energy reserves of Shelter No. 404, the reserves of Shelter No. 79 can be described as "inhumane".
If the facility is shut down, the nuclear fuel in it can be recycled, and if the shelter is kept running, it can be used as a biological research facility and a resurrection point for players.
Is it "Energy Coins +10086" or "Sociology +10, Resurrection Point +1".
Chu Guang just thought about it for a while and chose the latter without hesitation.
At present, he still has a fuel rod in his hand that has not been used, so he is not short of fuel rods for the shelter.
And the research facilities in the shelter and the resurrection points for recruiting more players are exactly what he needs!
Not only that, the Death Claws cultivated in Shelter No. 79 can also be used as a good "biological transportation tool".
It can not only travel but also fight, and it is also quite durable. It can be said to be very useful!
Combined with the relevant technology recovered from Shelter No. 401, the blue coats rescued by players from the East District of Qingquan City have successfully reversed the "mind interference device" of the Torch Church, and the matching "neural connection device" can be made from the black box recovered from Shelter No. 117.
Although it cannot be mass-produced, limited production is not a big problem.
Put one on the neck of the Death Claw and tame it as a mount!
"Nico" tied in the park is the best example. Chu Guang rides it every time he goes to the East District of Qingquan City, and he rides it in power armor.
Facts have proved that the Death Claw can be tamed by technological means.
Combined with the research data on the Death Claw stored in Shelter No. 79, maybe he can ask Heya to help research a large lizard that is more suitable for riding.
Thinking of this, Chu Guang's face floated with a meaningful smile.
Such an awesome and unbalanced "SRRR mount"...
Isn't it too cheap to sell it for 50,000 silver coins?
It's better to sell it by pound!
...
Ruigu City, Fallen Leaf Camp.
When the Battlefield Atmosphere Group dragged a wooden board and the head of Deathclaw back to the camp in the afterglow of dusk, both the legion soldiers on duty at the door and the survivors in the camp were stunned.
He was covered in blood, like a demon crawling out of hell. He held a hemp rope in his right hand and draped it over his shoulders, and a bloody axe in his left hand - this was bought from Sisi at a high price of 20 silver coins.
He threw the axe and the rope on the ground together, looked at the sentinels waiting at the door, and said nonchalantly.
"Death Claw——"
"I killed him!"
He wanted to say something naughty, but his language was too cheesy, so he could only say a few words.
The commotion of whispers spread in front of the door.
The soldiers in black robes stared at him suspiciously, without believing in him.
But Zhan Di Lao didn't care about their looks.
Before coming back, he deliberately found a mutant hyena, threw away his weapons, and fought with the beast barehanded, with many bumps and scratches on his body.
He didn't need to make up a perfect lie, he just needed to play a taciturn strong man and act like it was real.
As for the rest.
These people would naturally fill in the blanks for him.
In the camp not far away, the survivors gathered at the door and cast their eyes towards him.
The expressions on people's faces were different. Some were envious, some were jealous, and some whistled and couldn't help cheering for him.
That was a monster that even the legion's centurions were helpless against.
It was actually solved by a wastelander who was born like them!
In the crowd not far away, the battlefield atmosphere team saw many familiar faces.
Including the apprentice who peeled potatoes with him before, the team member who got lost halfway, and the only one he could call out by name, Li Ba.
At this time, probably noticing the commotion at the entrance of the camp, the person in charge here, Korwe, walked out of the camp.
"What are you doing here? Have you finished your work?"
The survivors blocking the entrance immediately scattered at the sound of the whip.
Carrying a whip and walking to the entrance of the camp, Korwe saw the "pangolin" covered in blood, and then looked at the head on the wooden board next to him, and a surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face.
The calf-sized head was too shocking, especially the hideous face like a devil. It must have endured too much pain that life could not bear before dying.
The entrance of the camp was quiet for a full five minutes.
Korway, who seemed to have been petrified, finally came back to his senses, stared at the Battlefield atmosphere group, and squeezed out a word from his throat.
"Did you do it?"
Zhandi nodded without blushing.
"Yes!"
Although it was not all done by him, he also contributed DPS!
Rounding it off, it is not wrong to say that he did it.
Although Korway was suspicious in his heart, he couldn't think of a reason to doubt it when he saw the guy covered in blood. But he couldn't believe that the monster that caused him to lose more than a dozen men was killed by the native in front of him.
"I will report your merits. You go to the river next to you and clean the blood off your body first..."
As he said, Korway looked at the sentry on the side and pointed at the hunter with his chin.
"Give him a piece of soap."
The sentry with a rifle stood at attention and saluted.
"Yes!"
...
It took only a few minutes to smear the blood on his body, but it took more than an hour to clean it off. Zhan Di Lao found that he was really tormented, but he had to torment.
He just chopped the neck, and the scales were smashed like a dog. If there was no blood on the body, it would be suspicious!
Finally, the blood on his body was cleaned up, and the sky was completely dark.
While walking towards the camp, Zhan Di Lao organized his words in his mind, thinking about how to brag later.
Just then, a soldier in a black robe walked in front of him.
"You are the pangolin."
Zhan Di Lao was stunned for two seconds before he came back to his senses and said immediately.
"Yes... What's wrong?"
The black-robed soldier continued.
"Come with me."
Although Zhan Di Lao was confused, it was useless to think too much at this time, so he could only follow the man.
Seeing that soldier leading him out of the camp and walking towards the deep woods, Zhan Di Lao couldn't help but wonder.
That Kolwei...
Could he be trying to silence me and take all the credit?
He couldn't be that mean!
Just as he was thinking about it, a shadowy campfire appeared not far away, and he saw that there was another camp behind the forest.
Unlike the Fallen Leaf Camp, both the people on duty and the patrols here were soldiers wearing black robes and heavy bulletproof armor.
There is no doubt -
This is the base of the Legion Space Marines!
The Battlefield Atmosphere Group was surprised and followed the soldier forward, passing the sentry at the entrance of the camp, while silently observing the deployment of the camp.
Soon the two came to the center of the camp, where an elevator stopped.
"Go up."
Hearing the voice of the black-robed soldier, Zhan Di Lao obediently stood on the elevator, but he was excited and kept shouting "Fuck!" in his heart.
Good guy!
Is this to invite himself into the "crystal"? !
Before he could think about it, the elevator had already started.
Under the traction of several iron chains, the platform slowly rose, approaching the towering steel fortress little by little until it was completely inside.
At the end of the elevator was a hall, the space here was incredibly spacious, the overall layout was slightly similar to the U-shaped port for parking submarines, and the roller shutters next to it should be a place like a garage.
Zhandi Lao looked around in surprise, wishing to take pictures of everything in front of him, post it on the forum on the spot and share his shock with netizens at the moment.
Unfortunately, let alone taking pictures, he didn't even have a VM.
Two soldiers came over and searched him, touching him from head to toe twice, and then let him pass through the airlock of the buffer room.
After passing through several doors and several corridors, he was taken to a room with red carpet and luxurious decorations.
Many people were standing here.
And there was only one person sitting.
The identity of that man is undoubtedly the captain of the Iron Heart mentioned by the legion soldiers - General McLen.
The old man in the battlefield secretly looked at him twice.
This man is estimated to be in his early forties, with sharp features, a protruding nose, a strong body, and eyes like an eagle catching chickens. Although he is in a high position, he has not neglected exercise.
Maybe he is an awakener!
Just as the old man in the battlefield secretly looked at the man sitting on the chair, the man was also looking at him.
With a hint of interest in his eyes, General McLen spoke.
"Are you the pangolin?"
"Yes, sir."
The battlefield atmosphere group responded, but was thinking in their hearts.
If I were to do a Jing Ke assassination of the King of Qin and directly behead the person in front of me, would the expansion pack end before it even started?
But...
This may be a bit difficult.
Although he is an awakener, he is not faster than a bullet after all.
Within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate, not to mention that there are at least a dozen guns hidden here, enough to shoot me into a sieve in a few seconds.
If only I had an exoskeleton...
General McClane stared at the honest, dull and taciturn native hunter in front of him, and continued with interest.
"Tell me how you killed this monster."
"...Your shells injured it, I trapped it with a trap, blinded its eyes, bled it, and then cut off its head." The battlefield atmosphere group answered with a poor human couplet.
Although the narration was very sloppy, McClane had never expected the natives of the bard to be able to speak like a poet and make up a story.
He nodded approvingly and said.
"Yes, you are a warrior."
"From today on, you are the first centurion of the escort army, and your subordinates will be promoted to decurions... You can go back and tell them the good news later."
General McLennan said calmly, and then looked aside.
"In addition, the reward I mentioned."
As soon as the voice fell, a sergeant came in with a chain in his hand and 10 slaves.
They were barefoot and wearing a single piece of clothing. Their hair color, height, weight and body shape were different, and their appearance could be called beautiful.
The exotic faces were obviously not survivors living nearby, but more like the ones brought by the legion from other places.
For example, in the desert.
The old man on the battlefield was slightly stunned and shocked.
He thought that the dog planner would reward him with 10 strong men, but he didn't expect that he would test himself with such a sugar-coated bullet.
Is this a content that can be experienced without spending money?
General McLennan was satisfied with the bumpkin-like expression of the native in front of him.
He didn't care if his subordinates were greedy or lustful. He thought that people with shortcomings were easier to manage.
If it was someone who had no interest in wealth or women, he would suspect whether that person had any other intentions.
After all, there were only two possibilities for that kind of person, either a saint who was completely free from vulgar tastes, or someone who had ambitions far beyond ordinary people.
"I mean what I say, they are yours."
Seeing Kolwe wink at him, Zhan Di Lao lowered his head and responded in a deep voice.
"Thank you, sir!"
The meeting lasted only ten minutes.
Although he was very interested in the native hunter who killed the Death Claw, for General McLennan, this was just a side show during the expedition.
If the native really had the talent to lead troops in battle, he wouldn't mind promoting him to the captain of the entourage.
After letting the "pangolin" go, General McLen looked at Kolwe and said with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"It seems that the natives here are not all useless. Occasionally, you can still see one or two capable guys."
"Discover more such talents."
"We need to build up our own power in the southern part of the Valley Province. These people are good seedlings worth cultivating."
Kolwe bowed his head and respectfully accepted the order.
"Yes!"