This game is too real.

Chapter 390 "Orbital Drifting Bottle"

"There will inevitably be sacrifices on the road to eternity, and you are not alone in giving your life."

"You are a smart girl, but it's a pity that curiosity killed you. In the face of survival and truth, you chose the one that is the least important."

"Farewell, don't blame me."

"Everything is natural selection."

"Before the arrival of the new world, sleep peacefully..."

It will be a good dream.

Although the process is a bit painful...

The cracked and broken walls were covered with crows, and the setting sun elongated the rough and hoarse voice and the shadow of sharp claws.

It stood in the middle of the street, looking at the dim yellow falling in the distance, and murmured a bunch of words to comfort someone.

The amber pupils shrank slightly, and the focused line of sight seemed to pass through the burning cloud and land somewhere outside the field of vision.

After a long time, satisfied, it retracted its gaze from a distance.

However, the moment it turned around and was about to leave, it met eyes with a group of people standing at the end of the street.

It was a group of beggars in ragged clothes, holding iron chains in their hands, and carrying a rifle with a bayonet on their backs.

The amber pupils stared at those people, the muzzle-like nostrils let out a snort, and Deathclaw's face was full of disdain.

This group of lifeless ants...

At the same time, the battlefield atmosphere team standing opposite had excitement written all over their faces, and lowered their voices and shouted to the subordinates beside them.

"Do as I say, throw the chain on it, no matter if you hit it or not, immediately run to the next building..."

"Don't hesitate, if you hesitate, you will give it for nothing."

Seeing the huge body rushing like a tank, the battlefield atmosphere group grasped the iron chain in their hands and roared with high fighting spirit.

"Ollie to the nigga—"

"It's done!"

Although he didn't know what Ollie meant, Li Ba still yelled out his fear, cheering up every cell in his body that was trembling.

"Ouch!"

……

Just when the warlord, who had just become a commander, was leading his men to fight wits and bravely with Death Claw, the official website forum in another world was also buzzing.

"The No. 79 Vault Information Declassification, the Manager Turns Out to be the Biggest Villain?" ! (I bought it with my life, give me a like and let’s go QAQ)》

After going offline, Sisi compiled all the clues he collected from the "Experiment Log" in this post.

"December 2169, 12, the 30th year of the Wasteland Era is coming to an end. Although many things have happened this year, fortunately our experiments are still continuing."

"But on this particular day, I don't want to write too much about the experiment, I'm going to write something about 'us' in case I get Alzheimer's and forget our past .”

"...Refuge No. 79 was built in 2120, 5 years before the outbreak of the Doomsday War. This refuge is numbered T in the sequence of permanent fortifications of the People's Federation. It is a research refuge. Its function is not to shelter any residents, but to A special research facility reserved for extreme situations that may arise after the war."

"Based on unreliable assumptions about human nature, the idea of ​​a post-war reconstruction committee may fail, and our heritage may not be used to forge a new heaven, but instead become a tool for the few to exploit the many, or even to revive civilization resistance."

"Assuming our civilization goes back to the feudal age, or even earlier tribal times, what we need is not a steam engine or a heavy machine gun, but a king who can lead us through the darkness, from the wild to the new world."

"He must be strong enough to gather all the great powers in one body, and it is best to have a nearly endless lifespan to accompany his people through the long river of time, so that the ideal will never fade. He will sacrifice after rebuilding Utopia and return everything to his people who trust in him.”

"Although this is only an assumption based on assumptions, even if there is only one in ten thousand possibility, we should try it when conditions permit."

"Plan 79 came into being."

"As one of the tens of thousands of options for asylum, the goal here is to give birth to a 'manager' with perfect abilities and morals after 120 years of closure, who will lead his people on the surface rebuild our civilization."

"A total of [-] researchers participated in the project. We entered the shelter in the first year of the war, and woke up from the shelter in the tenth winter after the war. We worked step by step under the guidance of the administrator."

"In the beginning, this plan went smoothly. Without the review and obstruction of the Science and Technology Ethics Committee, we quickly made staged progress. Unfortunately, in the No. 40 year of the Wasteland Era, our plan finally ended. There was still an accident."

"The Ice Age is coming to an end, and it is expected to end completely in ten years, which is half a century earlier than the results of computer calculations. It coincides with the death of the first generation of managers and the transition from the old to the new. Not only the new generation of residents are concerned about the 'plan' Doubts have arisen about the correctness of the project, and even those of us who first entered the shelter have debated whether to proceed with this plan."

"According to the plan, we elected a second manager from the new generation of residents and handed over the power to choose the future to him. However, surprisingly, as an opponent of Plan 79, this courageous The young leader, after only a few months of getting the sanctuary permission, changed his previous attitude and became a staunch supporter of Plan 79."

"More than that, he adopted a more radical experimental strategy, requiring us to no longer stick to the form of life and the means of experimentation. A large number of cloned humans have been put into experiments. For the sake of efficiency, we have even improved the genes of the cloned humans. , resulting in distinct sub-races."

"I vaguely feel that this is inappropriate, but it seems too late to say this now..."

"On June 2178, 6, it seemed to clear up outside, and the damn snow finally stopped!"

"June 2178, 6, he must be crazy..."

"On July 2178, 7, many people died because of that crazy plan. I will probably die soon, but there is no sadness in my heart. Even if those things didn't happen, my life would be close to exhaustion And we did everything we could, even if not everything we did, until the last moment came."

"Maybe everything is natural selection, as he said."

"I hope that the next time I wake up, our world will have a new look, and I will have the honor to look at the new heaven after being reborn..."

"The above is just the perspective of an ordinary researcher."

"The logs displayed in the VM are machine-turned versions. I roughly sorted them out. The key information should be those logs from June to July 2178. After that, I will move the original texts to the forum one after another. If there are any missing clues Help me find it."

The post was posted in less than 3 minutes.

The replies in the comment area immediately covered hundreds of floors, and no matter whether it was a player or a cloud player, they all started talking about it.

However, there are only a few nutritious replies.

Roushan Damomo: "We thought you got lost, you walked around that building for a long time."

Aww Sesame Paste: "...This is too scary."

Tail: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "It's useless, the administrator's authority in the shelter is absolute, even if you successfully bring the fire tools in... anyway, I don't believe there are no fire extinguishers there. (Squint eyes)"

Tail:"!!!"

Sis: "Well, I think so too. It's pointless to expose yourself now. It's better to pretend nothing happened and give it a surprise in the end."

The most unreal part of this game is probably being able to play "off the field".

Although the NPCs are playing their roles with great care, it's a pity that they don't know that there is such a thing as a "game forum" in another world.

That Yong Shi would never have imagined that the secret he was willing to keep silent had been completely leaked...

Paddle on the edge: "The known clues so far are that the ultimate goal of Vault 79 is to cultivate a king with perfect morals and eternal life? But in the end, due to various reasons, the experiment went astray?"

Yaya: "It's a good lifespan...how can morality be considered perfect._(:з"∠)"

Irena: "The 'Philosopher King' in Plato's writings? (funny)"

Paddle on the edge: "So the experiment failed."

Fang Chang: "It's not necessarily a failure, you should remember how many years it is now. (Squint eyes)"

Edge paddling: "2341."

Edge paddling: "Hey, wait! If that Yong is the second manager mentioned in the experiment log, doesn't it mean that the experiment has been successful?!"

Fang Chang: "This possibility is very high. Compared with the serum with unknown function, I suggest you find the manager of Vault 79."

Aww, sesame paste: "But, the manager's authority in the refuge is absolute, even if we find him... we can't do anything to him, right?"

Fang Chang: "That 'Yongshi' may not be in the refuge. Otherwise, why didn't he go get the serum himself, but pin his hopes on a group of outsiders full of uncertainties?"

Aoao Sesame Paste: "That's right...the manager's control over the shelter is absolute. He must have a reason why he can't return to the shelter, so he needs to rely on the hands of outsiders."

Tail: "Oh! I see!!!!∑(Дノ)ノ"

Siss: "emmm...Although I think so too, I still suggest to use the trick and get the serum first."

Fang Chang: "Well, of course this is also an option, but you must be careful not to let that person snatch the serum away...that is the only bargaining chip in your hands."

Paddle on the edge: "Haha, don't worry about it! We have more than 100 awakened people stationed here, and it is impossible to be stolen! (Show teeth)"

Sisi: "I'm afraid of you standing up with the flag. (Slant eyes)"

Big eyes in debt: "But who would that Yong family be?"

Makabazi: "Listening to your discussion, I feel that the residents of Xiangling Town are all suspect... That radio was found in the library, right?"

While the players were discussing in a hurry, Jun Jun, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly appeared in the comment area.

"Actually, I was wondering just now, is there a possibility..."

"That guy, isn't he a human at all?"

……

The night was dark.

In the wilderness 70 kilometers away from Qingquan City, 25 heavily armed soldiers were advancing along the deserted road.

It used to be a small town, but now it has been abandoned, with broken concrete roads lined with collapsed houses and construction waste.

The nearest survivor settlement here is Garbage City, with a population of about several hundred thousand, but this has nothing to do with the goal of their trip today.

The abandoned research institute hidden in the small town is the goal of their trip today.

stopped.

Lao Bai glanced at the research institute in front of him from a distance, and compared the photos on the VM screen, he said jokingly.

"It's nothing like it was two centuries ago."

A wooden fence smeared with blood and minced meat surrounded the institute's walls. Fist-sized mutated flies flew around the sharp ends of the wooden stakes, making buzzing noises. Rats hiding in the corners gnawed at the leftovers. The leftovers that fell were cold, and he looked up at the wall from time to time.

Even marauders never leave their lairs so filthy that they are surrounded by plague and rot.

The creatures living here are obviously not human beings, but something else...

"Mutant."

With his eyes closed tightly, three words suddenly popped out of his mouth.

The quadrotor drone he controlled through the neural access device has already flown over the research institute, and synchronized the aerial images to the VMs of every team member nearby.

On the roof of the research institute, two mutants as strong as calves with dark green skin were standing next to the guardrail.

Beside them was a flaming tin bucket, holding the leg meat of an unknown animal in their hands, and they were talking in rough voices while eating.

The appearance of Ru Mao drinking blood is like a green-skinned orc in a medieval warhammer.

Everything here is exactly the same as the mutant tribes that players encountered in the early version.

The difference is that the mutant is still the same mutant, and the player standing here is no longer the cute newcomer.

"Mutant, then there's nothing to talk about," Ye Shi loaded the sniper rifle in his hand, pushed in an anti-equipment armor-piercing incendiary bomb, and said with a smile, "Let's do it directly."

If it is a place where survivors live, it is necessary to identify the identity of the other party and determine whether to adopt a strategy of negotiation or expulsion.

But with mutants, these problems don't exist.

Sending these beasts to hell is what they should do.

Lao Bai looked at the wind with a serious expression.

"Number of people, location."

"Two on the roof, one in the west corner, two in the north garage, one standing next to the oil drum, and three next to the window on the second floor... that's all I can see." , calmly reported the point, and marked the target on the vm map with red dots.

After confirming the enemy's intelligence, Lao Bai made a clean gesture.

After receiving the order, the players following him immediately divided into three teams.

A group of people was led by Ye Shi to the high slope on the west side of the research institute, a group of people moved to the left side of the main entrance of the research institute, and the rest of them were led by him personally, rushing towards the main entrance of the research institute.

Mutants have good eyesight, and the intuition of beasts allows them to quickly detect abnormalities in the dark.

However, when they realized that disaster was imminent, it was too late.

"Fire!"

Following Lao Bai's order, a series of "bang bang bang" explosions came from the west side of the research institute.

Six "heavy cavalry guns" shot out flames at the same time, and six thick and long tracers shot towards the top floor of the research institute like lightning, completely tearing apart the silence of the night.

In front of the 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb, the mutant's muscular body was like a piece of paper. Either it was pierced right on the spot, or the warhead was embedded in the flesh.

The hot magnesium-aluminum alloy sprayed sparks, roasting the flesh into coke, and the mutant rolling on the ground screamed, his dark green face writhing in pain.

Without the slightest mercy, let alone the slightest softness, Lao Bai led his team into the research institute quickly, and the assault rifle in his hand spewed out flames, smashing the mutants who tried to rush up and fight them desperately.

After breaking through the first line of defense, the players waiting on the left side of the door rushed into the research institute, sideways and went straight to the rear of the research institute, cleaning every inch of the corner between the wall and the main building of the research institute.

Gunshots resembling the sound of cannons came from the west side from time to time, using large-caliber armor-piercing incendiary bombs to tear the mutants near the window trying to fight back to pieces.

There was no suspense in the battle, and it quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.

Although they have strong bodies and passable iron-pipe rifles and axes, these mutants are obviously not the opponents of these "veterans" who have experienced many battles.

In less than 20 minutes, the elites of the Burning Corps wiped out all the mutants in the entire research institute, and rescued more than a dozen prisoners who were held in the basement and had not had time to be "eaten".

These people include men and women, the oldest is over 30 years old, and the youngest is probably only 10 years old.

Judging from their clothes, some of them looked like merchants, and some looked like villagers from nearby settlements.

When they were first rescued, they huddled in the corner of the room, and there was no light in their godless eyes. Although they were still alive, they were no different from being dead.

It wasn't until the shackles were released that a sliver of life came back to those dull eyes.

"...It's okay, the mutants here have been emptied by us, you are safe now."

"Thank you...thank you!"

A survivor just got up from the ground, and tremblingly wanted to kneel down, but Lao Bai stretched out his hand to support him.

"Don't thank us, we are soldiers of the alliance. If you have nowhere to go, you might as well go straight east to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, and the people there will take you in."

Although his human connection language is not very good.

But he has already memorized this line.

"Alliance..." The survivor had a blank expression on his face, but he chewed the word repeatedly, as if he wanted to write it down.

"That's right," Lao Bai continued, giving the man an encouraging smile, "We are trying to build a society there that is different from other places. If you are fed up with the life in the wasteland, you can try it there. "

After sending the group of survivors out the door, he returned to the research institute.

Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes looked at him and made fun of him with a smile.

"Yes, the first image ambassador of the alliance."

Lao Bai said with a smile.

"You don't understand, this is called saving character."

The manager is always watching every one of his residents, and loyal behavior can increase the probability of equipment explosion and triggering hidden tasks.

Although there is no conclusive evidence to support this rumor, it doesn't hurt to believe it at all.

Many residents of the alliance have received their favor, and those people regard them as heroes.

The NPCs in this game are quite different from other open world games. Even if you didn’t save the world, but just did a small good deed, the NPCs will remember it for a long time.

Those people are really thankful.

Quit Smoking asked curiously: "Speaking of which, how far are you from 10 contribution points?"

Lao Bai: "When this task is finished, it should be almost done."

"Awesome!" Ye Shi gave a thumbs up, and said with emotion, "Everyone is doing the same task, why is your contribution point rising so fast?"

Lao Bai smiled embarrassedly.

"It may add up to a lot."

Tomato scrambled eggs: "Good brother, wait for me to touch the power armor, hehe."

"Okay, do you want me to take it off for you to touch, or wear it for you to touch."

Quit Smoking looked at Lao Bai with a surprised expression, as if he had discovered a new world.

"Damn it, when did you become as coquettish as Ye Shi!"

"I was shot when I was lying down," Ye Shi rolled his eyes, and said urgently, "Stop talking nonsense and do the task quickly."

They parachuted all the way here, not for tourism.

A group of people split up.

A group of people went to the laser launch unit of the institute and physically opened the rusty launch hatch.

Another wave went to the control room on the third floor of the institute.

Fortunately, the backup generator here actually still has power left, so they don't need to prepare a generator to charge the capacitor of the laser emitting unit.

Lao Bai walked to the console, opened the VM screen, and checked the current task.

[Mission: Orbit Drifting Bottle]

[Introduction: Our war with the Legion has reached a stalemate. Although we managed to make them mistakenly believe that they are at war with an enterprise, it is hard to say how long this blindness will last.We need support from the East Coast, and first we need to let them know that their old friend is in trouble.In a hurry, we have to dismantle a satellite. 】

[Requirement: Activate the laser emission unit of the research institute, get in touch with the scientific research satellite in the synchronous orbit directly above, and complete the data transmission. 】

The method of activating the laser emitting unit is already listed under the task bar.

All they need to do is plug the data port into the console and place the communication balloon.

For the rest, just hand it over to the NPC in the shelter for remote operation.

Looking at Lao Bai who plugged the data interface into the console, Ye Shi who was standing aside asked curiously.

"Is this using the satellite as a drifting bottle?"

It's too extravagant.

Gu Feng stared at the console screen for a while, then suddenly said: "Actually, I'm more curious about how this place communicates with satellites in synchronous orbit through lasers."

This technology is a bit outrageous.

However, compared with controllable nuclear fusion, it seems that it is not unacceptable?

Lao Bai didn't think too much about it, he said with a smile.

"Never mind him, who knows what will happen more than 100 years later, you can't expect Brother Guang to make one for you in reality, right?"

Gu Feng's expression became a little subtle.

99.99...% real virtual reality games, and laser communication technology that spans [-] kilometers, it's really hard to say which is more difficult to achieve.

The read bar in the console screen is complete.

The launching device in the center of the research institute suddenly emitted a beam of light as thick as an arm.

It's hard to tell what color that light is, its color is as erratic as his own existence itself, flickering reddish and lavender outlines.

The ray of light pierced through the clouds and pierced into the boundless deep space.

Move to the roof of the research institute.

Kuangfeng looked up at the looming light in the sky, and muttered.

"...If I were a member of the legion, I would definitely shoot here."

Lao Bai smiled and said, "What are you thinking? This place is more than 200 kilometers away from that airship. What kind of shells can go so far?"

200 kilometers.

That's a tactical missile.

I heard that Goblin Technology is researching short-range missiles, but I don't know what's going on.

That guy Mosquito didn't have a single reliable word out of his mouth, no matter how many times he asked, he was too fast.

Although there are elements of last resort, but one thing to say, the technology tree of the new alliance is really crooked enough.

"……makes sense."

Gu Feng nodded thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on the beam of light, but he was thinking about other things in his heart.

Under the action of the Tyndall effect, the beam of light can be seen from a long distance.

Was it the same way 200 years ago?

Or is it because the equipment has been in disrepair for a long time and the output power is unstable, which leads to such obvious scattering and clutter.

However, only people who lived 200 years ago knew what happened 200 years ago...

"The signal transmission is complete...confirm that the satellite is leaving the channel." After confirming the progress of the mission through vm, Lao Bai reached out and pressed it on the headset, and cut to the team member to repeat the command.

Ye Shi asked curiously.

"Can I see shooting stars in a while?"

"Maybe you can see it on the east coast. We think it's too bad here..." Lao Bai smiled, reached out to pick up the rifle lying beside him, and patted his teammate on the shoulder, "The mission is completed, we should withdraw."

I heard that the scientific expedition team retrieved a lot of interesting things from the data they recovered.

When I go back, I will inquire about it by the way.

……

At the same time, the Heart of Steel boarded.

General McClenn, who was standing on the bridge, was listening to his subordinates' reports.

The prey that he has been thinking about is still hiding in the urban area of ​​Ruigu City.

Thankfully, though, his dull underlings are finally making a little progress.

With the help of an experienced local hunter, they managed to attach two chains to the Deathclaw.

Of course, this was not enough to hurt the Death Claw, but it was enough to cause it a lot of trouble.

According to the hunter, the chains would be like spear guns on a whale, and the beast's claws were too long to get it off by itself.

As long as enough rubbish is wrapped around its body, its movement is restricted, so that it cannot catch prey and is exhausted. Sooner or later, it will fall to the ground exhausted and let them slaughter it.

Through continuous offensives, weaken opponents who are far stronger than oneself, and finally concentrate on one fatal move.

This theory seems to work not only for hunting, but also on the battlefield.

General McLennan suddenly became curious about the native hunter.

At this moment, a light red light suddenly came through the French window directly in front of him.

General McKellen narrowed his eyes when he caught that trace of abnormality from the corner of his eye.

However, when he looked carefully, it was pitch black outside the window, and he couldn't see anything.

"Did you see that light?"

Hearing General McLennan's voice, the adjutant standing next to him froze for a moment, with a dazed look on his face.

"Light……?"

Glancing at the bewildered expression on the adjutant's face, General McClenn looked away.

"……nothing."

Maybe it's an illusion.

For some reason, he always had a bad premonition in his heart.

It was as if some conspiracy was brewing somewhere beyond his sight...
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