This Game is Too Real Chapter 395

  Chapter 395 SSSR-level mounts are not too much to sell in terms of kilograms, right?

   "You have already obtained the authority to the gate... oh, so the 'traitors' outside are dead."

   The rotten wood-like body gave out the laughter of sandpaper grinding the wall.

  The Mother of Deathclaw, who was in the hall, looked at the players standing in front of her, and said this in a relaxed tone.

   Surprisingly, although he used the word "traitor" to call that Yongshi, there was not much hatred for betrayal in his voice.

   It has lived for more than a century, if not longer. In the long river of time, it has seen too many new births and deaths, and has long since reconciled with the past.

  Tail tilted his head and asked incomprehensibly.

   "Traitor?"

   "That was more than a century ago. About our past, it's enough to make a TV series of hundreds of hours... You won't be interested." The Mother of Death Claw said in a flat tone.

   "If you're referring to the guy who calls himself Yong's...I did kill it," Sis continued, glancing at the VM on his arm.

   "Also, when I realized, the administrator privilege was already with me...I wonder, is this privilege bound to the VM?"

   After she killed Yongshi, 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 hallway doors.

   includes adjusting the ventilation system of each area.

   also includes cameras in each room.

   is like a console in an RPG game, so much so that she thought she had discovered a bug in the game and unintentionally unlocked the "developer mode".

   But after some attempts, she quickly discovered that this permission is not as magical as she thought.

   At least not up to the level of BUG.

  It is difficult to fully implement complex functions through VM, and it may be necessary to match other terminals or auxiliary smart devices with richer UI.

   Otherwise, even if you get the permission, there are only a few basic operations that can be implemented.

   In addition, permissions can be transferred.

   Combined with the task of "Acquiring Vault 79 Manager Privileges" in the task bar, I think that after getting the full privileges, the respected Dawning Lord should take away the manager privileges.

   After all, the sanctuary is the player's public resurrection point in the setting. From this point of view, it is unlikely to allow the management authority of the sanctuary to be in the hands of the player.

   However, this wonderful experience still made her feel very interesting.

   To the question of the girl in front of him, the Mother of Deathclaw answered in a normal tone.

   "Accurately speaking, the sanctuary permissions are associated with life characteristics, and the life characteristics including multi-element cross-validation are the real keys... and the VM is just a terminal for you to connect to the sanctuary system."

   "VM, bionic chip...hardware with vital sign recognition function, most of them can be used as a carrier to connect to the shelter system."

   "I see." Sisi nodded thoughtfully and continued, "So...will the authority of the Refuge be inherited by the person who killed the manager?"

   Mother Deathclaw said with a grin.

   "You have misunderstood the rules. The correct explanation should be that when the life signal of the permission holder disappears from the signal collection range and no successor is established, the administrator permission is inherited by the nearest terminal device holder."

   "Your VM belongs to one of the terminals, and your vital signs are recorded on it. Although you are not on the register of Vault 79...but in principle you belong to the Vault Resident."

The    rule sounds a bit tricky.

   But Sis still tried to understand.

  Simply put, if there is no heir, whoever has the closest VM before dying will inherit the permissions...

   What are the battle royale rules.

   Seeing the strange expression in Si Si's eyes, the Mother of Death Claw smiled lightly, and continued speaking as if nothing had happened.

   "I know what you're trying to say. Of course, there are loopholes in such rules. If there is no heir that can be designated, the situation you said will happen... The administrator's authority will be inherited by the person who killed him."

"Although the first-generation shelter manager appointed me as the next manager at the last moment of his life, perhaps because of his distrust of me, or for other reasons, he did not hand over all authority to me. , but split the authority into many parts, and formulated the inheritance rules of the authority."

   "He wants us to decide our own destiny, including whether our experiments should continue."

"The irony is that, despite all his preparations, in the end it turned out to be completely meaningless. What he feared the most has happened, we have to master the moral integrity of our leaders before we develop them. The ability to breed demons..."

   Having said this, the Mother of Death Claw paused, and continued speaking with a softer voice.

   "I will hand over the authority of the sanctuary to you...but before that, can one of my little wishes be granted?"

  Although there are more direct methods, such as killing it directly, but the mission does not require killing this guy as well.

  Siss asked simply.

   "What wish?"

   If it's not troublesome, she can satisfy it.

   "I want to meet your manager, just to satisfy my curiosity, and a video call is fine... you should be able to do it."

  Siss nodded.

   "This is a reasonable request, and I will pass it on to him."

   "The two-story claw of death... It's incredible. You actually killed such an amazing monster? I mean, before killing it... can't you let me study it first?"

   Vault 404.

   The library on the B4 floor—or Chu Guang's office.

   Hear's eyes widened in surprise when she heard what happened in Vault 79.

   It's just that the reason for her shock is slightly different from that of ordinary women of the same age.

   After patiently listening to the complaints of the "Chief Biologist of the Alliance", Chu Guang closed the file he had just sorted out and said with a sigh.

   "Isn't the evolution of Qingquan City not enough for you to study?"

   As the players attacked Vault 79, Chu Guang, who was the planner, was also not idle.

   Although he is not on the front line, he has been following up on the progress of the players.

Including the experimental logs recovered 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 the experimental accident, etc., he asked Xiao Qi to help organize and make them into files, which are divided into electronic files and Paper files are stored on Vault 404's servers and library.

  Although the plan ultimately failed, it was, after all, an attempt by people in that era to save the nation.

   After all this is over, the decaying civilization has entered a new era. He will send these archives and records to the museum and leave it for future generations to evaluate.

   Regarding Chu Guang's statement, Heya said bluntly.

"Of course not enough! The mutation of slime mold is not an isolated process, but a common result caused by interaction with the outside world. The evolutionary body is only a subset of the entire huge system. To understand the entire system requires more clues... "

   Hearing Heya's chatter, Chu Guang pinched his brows, feeling a little headache.

   Since I came into this world.

   He felt more and more that the nine-year compulsory education and 3+4 years of higher education he received were not enough.

   "Sorry, I didn't get it... Could you make it simpler?"

   stopped the conversation, Heya sighed softly, and continued after a pause.

   "...In short, the research on non-slime molds and the research on mutant slime molds can promote each other... Do you understand when I say this?"

  Although I still have a little understanding, it is better than before.

   Looking at Chu Guang who nodded thoughtfully, Heya couldn't help but complained again.

   "...However, such a perfect research sample, a living fossil that has lived for more than a century, is placed in front of you, and you actually killed it."

Such a waste!

   is simply a riot!

   Looking at Heya who looked indignant, Chu Guang smiled lightly and continued.

   "That guy was too dangerous, it might be useful to keep it, but we couldn't afford the risk of it getting out of hand, so I ordered it to be disposed of."

   After a pause, he continued.

   "As for the research sample you mentioned, don't worry about that. We just killed the uncontrolled parent, and the other one is in Vault 79."

  Heya's eyes instantly lit up like a lamp, and her hands slammed on the table.

"real?!"

   Looking at Heya with bright eyes, Chu Guang slightly moved back a little, nodded lightly and said.

   "Well...and its identity is beyond my expectations. I didn't expect the big horned deer **** to really exist. I always thought it was just a legend."

  The manager of Vault 79 turned out to be the spiritual pillar of the wastelanders in the Valley Province.

   This may sound strange, but it is not difficult to understand.

  In the eyes of the clones under study, aren't those researchers who "transferred their consciousness to the dead claw" and "can control their life and death at will", aren't they gods?

The "Gods" try to create an "Emperor" among them, constantly bring down disasters to eliminate weak individuals, and let the individuals screened through the environment continue to reproduce, and promote the continuous evolution of their ethnic groups... If the narrative of religion is used Style, this wicked experiment can be read entirely in terms of myth.

   Later, some clones and experimental samples escaped with the "Yongshi", and naturally brought this memory and their genes outside, and passed it 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 shelter...

   The "Spirit of the Sand Sea" in Luoxia Province, could it also be related to some unknown secret experiment?

   The more Chu Guang thought about it, the more he felt that there was a possibility.

   It seems necessary to organize a group of folklorists to collect those bizarre rumors in the wasteland.

   There is an unimaginably big fish hidden behind an inadvertent clue.

   Just when Chu Guang was thinking about which tavern to place this new NPC in, Heya was staring at him and continued.

   "...I'm going to go to Vault 79! Have you got the permission there? Give it to me!"

  Chu Guang: "I haven't got it completely, but it's just a matter of going through the process... I'll go with you. I just have something to deal with over there."

  Heya said with a slight smile: "Okay! By the way, after dealing with the things over there, what are you going to do with that shelter?"

  Chu Guang thought for a moment and replied.

   "...I haven't thought about this yet, I have to see what good things there are before we talk about it."

  Hya's voice said happily.

"If you don't think about how to arrange it, you can use it as a laboratory for me. Except for the death claw, other alien species there are also quite good research materials! During this time, I happened to train a few high-quality researchers, and I plan to use them. Sent there for an internship..."

   Hearing this suggestion, Chu Guang's eyes lit up.

   "That's a good idea, I'll consider it!"

  While the exact circumstances of Vault 79 are unknown, according to Yong, the energy stored there is sufficient to operate the Vault for 5 centuries.

  Compared to the pitiful energy reserve of Vault 404, the reserve of Vault 79 can be described by the word "inhumanity".

   The nuclear fuel can be recovered by closing the facility, and if the shelter is kept running, it can be used as a biological research facility and as a resurrection point for players.

   is "Energy Coin +10086", or "Sociology +10, Resurrection Point +1".

  Chu Guang just pondered for a while, then chose the latter without hesitation.

   At present, he still has a fuel rod in his hand that has not been used, but he is not short of fuel rods for the shelter.

   And the research facility in the sanctuary, as well as the resurrection point to recruit more players, is exactly what he needs!

   Not only that, the death claw cultivated in Vault 79 can also be used as a good "biological vehicle".

   It can both hurry and fight, and it is quite durable. It can be said that it is very easy to use!

Combined with the relevant technologies recovered from Vault 401, the blue jackets rescued by the players from the East District of Qingquan City have successfully reversed the Torch Church's "mind interference device", and the matching "neural connection device" can be recovered from Vault 117. black box production.

  Although mass production cannot be achieved, limited production is not a big problem.

   Put one on the neck of the death claw, it is not a problem to domesticate it into a mount!

   The "Niko" chained 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 death claw can be domesticated by means of technology.

   Combined with the research data on Death Claw kept in Vault 79, maybe he can ask Heya to help him research a more suitable tuatara.

  Thinking of this, a meaningful smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.

   Such an awesome and unbalanced "SRRR mount"...

   Wouldn't it be too cheap to sell 50,000 silver coins at a price?

   Sure enough, it still sells well by the pound!

   Ruigu City, Fallen Leaves Camp.

  When the Battlefield Atmosphere Group dragged a wooden board, dragged the head of Death Claw, and returned to the camp in the afterglow of the dusk, both the legionnaires on duty at the gate and the survivors in the camp were stunned.

He was covered in blood, like an evil spirit crawling out of hell, with a hemp rope in his right hand, draped over his shoulders, and a blood-stained axe in his left hand—this was bought from Sisi for a high price of 20 silver coins of.

   He threw the axe and the rope on the ground, looked at the sentinels waiting at the door, and said nonsense as if nothing had happened.

   "Dead Claw—"

   "I killed!"

   He wanted to say something rude, but he was too eloquent to say a few words.

   A murmur of commotion spreads in front of the door.

   The soldiers in black robes stared at him suspiciously, with disbelief in their eyes.

   But the Warlords didn't care about their eyes.

   Before returning, he deliberately found a mutant hyena, threw away the weapon, and fought the beast with his bare hands. There were many bumps and scratches on his body.

   He doesn't need to make his lies so perfect, he just needs to play a taciturn **** and act like that.

   As for the rest.

   These people will naturally make up for him.

   Not far from the camp, the survivors circled around the door and cast onlookers' gazes towards him.

  The expressions on people's faces are different, some are envious, some are jealous, and some are whistling and can't help applauding him.

   That is a monster that even the centurion of the Legion is helpless.

   was solved by a wastelander from the same background as 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 little team member who got lost halfway, and the only Li Ba that he could name.

   At this time, he probably noticed the commotion at the entrance of the camp, and the person in charge here, Colway, came out of the camp.

   "What are you doing around here? Are you all done?"

   With the sound of the whip, the survivors who blocked the door immediately dispersed.

   carried a whip to the gate of the camp. Coleway saw the "Pangolin" covered in blood, and looked at the head on the wooden board next to him, with a surprised expression on his face.

   That calf-sized head is too shocking, especially the face that is like an evil spirit, presumably he has endured too much pain before his death that life can't bear.

  The entrance to the camp was quiet for five minutes.

  Korway, who seemed to have been hit by petrification, finally came back to his senses, stared at the battlefield atmosphere group, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

   "You did it?"

  The Battlefield guy nodded without blushing.

   "That's right!"

   Although he did not do it all, he also contributed DPS!

   Rounding it up, it's about as good as what he did.

  Although Colway had doubts in his heart, looking at this guy's blood-soaked appearance, he really couldn't think of a reason for his doubts. It's just that he couldn't believe that the monster who had damaged more than a dozen of his subordinates was actually killed by the native in front of him.

   "I will report your credit. You go to the river next to you to clean up the blood on your body..."

   said, Colway looked at the sentry beside him, and pointed at the hunter with his chin.

   "Give him a bar of soap."

  The sentry with the rifle on his back stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"Yes!"

   It only took a few minutes to smear the blood on the body, but it took more than an hour to wash it off. The battlefield guy found that he was tossing, but he couldn't do it without tossing.

   slashed directly at the neck, and the scales were smashed like a dog gnawed on it. If there is no blood on the body, then it is suspicious!

   Finally cleaned up the sticky blood on his body, and the sky was completely dark.

   While walking towards the camp, the battlefield guy organized the language in his mind, thinking about how to brag later.

   Just then, a soldier in a black robe walked up to him.

   "You are the pangolin."

   The battlefield guy was stunned for two seconds before he recovered and said immediately.

"Yes what's the matter?"

   The black-robed soldier continued.

   "Come with me."

  Although the battlefield guy was confused, it was useless to think about it at this time, he could only follow behind the man.

   Seeing the soldier taking him out of the camp and walking towards the depths of the woods, the warlord couldn't help but murmured in his heart.

   That Colway...

   Could it be that he wants to take credit for himself?

   It's not like this is a dog!

   Just as he was thinking wildly, a shadowy campfire appeared not far away, and there was another camp behind the forest.

   Unlike the Fallen Leaves Camp, both the people on duty and the people on patrol here are soldiers in black robes and heavy bulletproof armor.

no doubt--

   This is the home of the Legion Space Marines!

  The Battlefield Atmosphere Team, while surprised, followed the soldier forward and passed the post at the entrance of the camp, while silently observing the deployment situation in 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, the battlefield guy obediently stood on the elevator, but his heart was full of excitement.

   Good guy!

   This is to invite yourself 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 and approached the towering steel fortress little by little until it was fully entered.

At the end of the    elevator is a hall. The space here is unbelievably spacious. The overall layout is somewhat similar to the U-shaped port where the submarine is parked, and the rolling doors next to it should be a garage or something.

  The battlefield guy looked around in amazement, wishing he could take pictures of everything in front of him and send it to the forum on the spot to share the shock in his heart with netizens.

   But unfortunately, let alone a camera tool, he doesn't even have a VM.

   Two soldiers came over and searched him, touching him from head to toe twice before letting him pass the airlock of the buffer room.

   After passing through several doors and through several corridors, he was taken to a room with a red carpet and luxurious decoration.

  Many people are standing here.

   And there was only one sitting.

   There is no doubt that the identity of that person is the captain of the Heart of Steel that those legionnaires called General McClane.

  The Battlefielder looked at him quietly.

   This person is estimated to be in his early forties, with sharp facial features, a bulging nose, a powerful body, and eyes like an eagle catching a chicken. Although he is in a high position, he has not neglected to exercise.

   Maybe he is still an Awakener!

   When the warlord secretly looked at the man sitting in the chair, the man was also looking at him.

   With a look of interest in his eyes, General McClen said.

   "Are you a pangolin?"

   "Yes, my lord."

   The Battlefield Atmosphere Team responded, but was thinking about it.

   If you were to stab the King of Qin by Jing Ke, and directly decapitate the person in front of you, would the expansion end before it even started?

but……

  This is probably a bit difficult.

   Although he is an Awakened, he is no faster than a bullet after all.

Within seven steps, the gun was fast and accurate, not to mention that there were at least a dozen guns hidden here, enough to beat myself into a sieve in a few seconds.

   If only there was an exoskeleton...

   General McClane stared at the old, taciturn native hunter in front of him, and continued with interest.

   "Tell me how you killed this monster."

"...Your shell wounded it, I trapped it with traps, poked its eyes, bled it, and then chopped off its head." The Battlefield Atmosphere Team did it in lame words. Reply.

  Although the narrative is very sloppy, McClane did not expect the natives of the barbarian land to spit lotus flowers and make up stories like bards.

   nodded approvingly, he said.

   "Yes, a warrior."

   "From today onwards, you will be the first centurion of the Hu Congjun army, and your subordinates will be promoted to ten centurions... You can go back later and tell them the good news."

   said in a flat tone, and General McClen then looked aside.

   "Also, the reward I mentioned."

   The voice fell, and a sergeant walked in with a chain in his hand and led 10 slaves.

  They were barefoot and wearing a single coat. Their hair color, height, and weight were different, and their appearance could be called beautiful.

   The exotic face was clearly not a survivor who lived nearby, but more like a Legion brought from elsewhere.

   For example, in the desert.

  The Battlefield guy was stunned for a moment, and his heart was greatly shocked.

   He thought that Gou Planning would reward him with 10 strong men, but he didn't expect to test himself with such sugar-coated cannonballs.

   By the way, is this content that you can experience without spending money?

General    McClane admired the bun-like expression of the native in front of him with satisfaction.

   He doesn't care that his subordinates are greedy for money or lustful, it is better to say that those who have shortcomings are better managed.

   Really if he is the kind of person who has no interest in wealth and women, he will wonder if that person has any other intentions.

   After all, there are only two possibilities for that kind of person, either a saint who is completely out of vulgar taste, or has ambitions far beyond ordinary people.

   "I mean what I say, they are yours."

   Seeing Colway winking at him, the Battlefielder hurriedly lowered his head and answered in a deep voice.

   "Thank you sir!"

   The meeting only lasted ten minutes.

  Although I am very interested in the native hunter who killed the death claw, for General McClane, this is just a sideshow during the expedition.

  If the native really had the talent to lead troops to fight, he wouldn't mind promoting him to be the commander of the army.

   After letting the "Pangolin" go down, General McLen looked at Colway and said with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

   "It seems that not all the natives here are trash, and occasionally you can see one or two capable guys."

   "Explore more such talents."

   "We need to build up our own forces in the southern river valley province. These people are good seedlings worthy of cultivation."

  Colway bowed his head, respectfully leading the way.

"Yes!"

(Thanks to the leaders of "Golden Legend Bear Twinkle", "Rain Changqing", "Three Xinyiyi", "Peerless Swordsman", "Qingyi", "Old Citing", "Evil is also Cold" for the rewards! !!)

   Published a book of Shen Hao, "I really don't want to go to work", the author has never worked, but he is very good at driving

   (end of this chapter)

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