This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 182.2: Exoframe, Black Suitcase

Guessing that he couldn’t get anything valuable from the captain, Chu Guang asked him to squat against the wall with the other three captives while putting his hands on the back of his head.

Counting the sniper found by Bull and Horse Squad, the Black Snake mercenary group had a total of thirteen mercenaries, and only four were captured.

Others were either killed by gunfire, or were stabbed to death by players with bayonets in hand-to-hand combat before they had time to surrender.

As for the player’s side, there were 17 casualties, not counting those newbies who died in the sneak attack. Compared to the base number of 500 players, the number was not too bad.

After the battle with the army, the outpost was no longer short of Active Matter; at least not at the moment, so those dead newbies would be back three days later.

Chu Guang would dispose of the captives later.

As for now, of course, counting the loot was more important.

Just as the administrator was walking in the direction of Shelter 117, the players guarding the door received a notification that the mission was completed at almost the same time.

"Wow! Check out my VM!" Holding the iron tube rifle, Tail shook her arms excitedly and said, "37 silver coins! I’m rich!"

"Huh? I got it too." Sisi’s face showed a trace of surprise as she looked at her VM, "It turns out that as long as I participate, I have a share, but why do I only have 21 silver coins..."

"It must be because you’re slower than me!"

Glancing at the smug Tail, Sisi stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, maybe... it’s really because of this."

On the other side.

Old White, who was wearing heavy armor, walked towards the other three members of Bull and Horse Squad and said excitedly to his friends, "It’s so cool! That hammer is invincible! Once the shield wall is opened, no matter whether it’s a machine gun or a rifle, no bullets can penetrate it!"

"After all, it is the weapon of the administrator," Night Ten, carrying a sniper rifle on his back, laughed and said, "it’s indeed the right decision to buy that armor for Old White."

"Sigh, if only we can buy that hammer!"

"Stop dreaming, even if you can buy it, a weapon like that, which can destroy the game balance, will most likely be ridiculously expensive," after casually saying to Old White, Ample Time, who was staring at the VM, said thoughtfully, "By the way, the settlement of this mission is quite fast. I actually got 111 silver coins."

"It has been settled? So fast... Holy cow! I got 144 silver coins!" Looking at the number that popped up in the VM, Night Ten’s eyes widened in shock.

"Maybe it’s because you killed someone with a sniper rifle? I got 107 silver coins, similar to Ample Time." Gale tried to analyze what was going on.

Ample Time nodded thoughtfully and said. "It should be. You can click on the settlement list on the completed mission page, which details the source of each mission reward. The rewards I can see here have two parts, one is the reward for the bounty mission, and the other is the reward for the battle." ?

"For example, for the sniper we killed before, the bounty rewards and contribution points are split to 25% for each person. In addition, the sniper is a high-threat target, and it also provided us with a battle score of 50 points that will be counted in the battle mission."

A look of surprise appeared on Night Ten’s face: "I see... But what about the few red-named elite monsters that were killed later? It’s hard to tell who killed them, right?"

Ample Time continued, "Yes, so the few red-named elite monsters killed in the team battle are included in the total income of the battlefield mission, and divided according to the battle score. For example, you can see that your bounty mission reward is the same as us, but your battle score is slightly higher than ours, so your income is also a little higher than us."

The total income of the battlefield mission included many kinds. It was mainly calculated according to the loot and the difficulty of the battle. Although Wasteland Online did not disclose the specific battlefield revenue calculation formula, players could still clearly feel the difference.

For example, at the most basic level, the contribution point yield of defensive battles was higher than that of offensive battles, and the silver coin yield of offensive battles was higher than that of defensive battles. The rewards of fighting against the army were higher than those of marauders, and the benefits of fighting against human NPCs were higher than those of mutants.

Old White said with a look of surprise. "I got 171 silver coins… Awesome! I just held a hammer and activated its shield earlier, but it actually gave me 50 battle points!"

Listening to the discussion of the Bull and Horse Squad, the surrounding players all had an envious look on their faces.

Most of them only received 50 silver coins. Few players could get 70 or even 80 silver coins, but they were already high-level players of the first and second batches.

Looking at the VM on his arm, Mosquito couldn’t help cursing. "Motherfucker! I only got 111 silver coins! This is bullshit!"

Among them, 100 silver coins were contributed by the prisoners!

Mole standing next to him said calmly: "It’s normal, after all, we really didn’t participate much except assisting them to get some kills... But the good news is that I just received a pop-up window for the completion of the mission."

The mission mentioned here obviously wasn’t referring to the bounty mission that everyone had, but the mission that cleared the passage from the subway station to the Shelter 117.

Hearing Escaping Mole words, the eyes of Mosquito, who was still complaining before, instantly lit up. "Really?! Hell yeah! You are awesome! Our reward has arrived?!"

“Yes, and as we agreed beforehand, you get forty percent and I get sixty percent. I can transfer the money to you now."

With that, Escaping Mole put out his index finger and tapped the VM twice, generously giving Mosquito 480 silver coins for the 1200 silver coins he just got.

As for the cost of the manpower and equipment, both of them shared it before starting the mission.

Seeing the 480 silver coins received, Mosquito was overjoyed. He was so happy that he couldn’t even stop smiling. "Cool! Hahaha, I’m rich!"

Seeing that the people around him were all very happy, Zhang Hai, who was holding his butt to stop the bleeding, couldn’t help but lean over and ask, "Can I ask you a question? Is there a reward if you don’t have a VM? If yes? How can I check my reward?"

Mosquito gave him a sideways glance. "You wish, did you even deal damage earlier?!"

Escaping Mole also chuckled. "Don’t think about it, brother, you didn’t even receive the mission, how are you going to get the reward? This mission was not made by newcomers, so you should just treat this fight as getting some free experience."

Zhang Hai yelled, "This is not fair! Do new guys not have human rights?"

Patting him on the shoulder, Escaping Mole said earnestly, "Be content, all the old players had been through this, not to mention that we had to move bricks and cut trees to accumulate contribute points in the past. Take a word of advice from me, you should hurry up and accumulate more contribution points to buy a VM as soon as possible."

Zhang Hai couldn’t help but curse, "Fuck!"

The players at the gate of the shelter were still noisy, but Chu Guang had already passed through the open alloy giant gate, took Wrench and another guard, and stepped into Shelter 117.

Stepping on the concrete floor tiles, their feet made a creaking sound.

Judging from the thick layer of dust on the ground, it must have been unoccupied for several years.

Although the possibility of encountering danger was small, Chu Guang held the warhammer in his hand just in case. So far, he had not encountered any energy weapons. The common damage in the wasteland was mainly from kinetic weapons, and the interception effect of nitrogen shields on small-mass projectiles was almost absolute.

Picking up a leaflet of Shelter 117 from the ground, Chu Guang turned it over to the back, where a schematic diagram of the structure of the shelter was drawn.

"Shelter 117 has only three floors..."

And the area was much smaller than that of Shelter 404!

According to the propaganda, the reasonable number of people that could be sheltered here was between 100 and 200, but Shelter 404 had a total of 600 rooms in the three sub-zones on level B2.

However, Chu Guang could clearly feel that the life provided by Shelter 117 should be much better than his own.

The individual rooms there had an average area of ??more than 10 square meters, and some even had private bathrooms. Compared with the pigeon cage-like rooms in Shelter 404, they were much better.

If people wanted to live there, they probably had to spend a lot of money!

Directly opposite the shelter gate was the preparation room. The layout here was similar to that of Shelter 404, with a large number of lockers lined up.

Chu Guang opened the lockers and found that in addition to protective clothing and gas masks, there was also a lot of police equipment.

However, most of these police equipment were mainly batons, shields, anti-riot forks, stun guns, and body armor. There were no automatic weapons or pre-war police pistols, let alone the Light Cavalry police exoskeleton he was wearing.

Chu Guang checked the quality of the equipment.

Except for the batteries of the stun guns were broken and could no longer be used, the quality of the bulletproof vests and shields was very good, and the batons and the anti-riot forks were also in good condition. In fact, it was so good that it was almost impossible to tell that those things were more than two hundred years old.

"It should be reasonable to sell bulletproof vests for 200 silver coins. In terms of the shields... they can be cheaper, they can be priced at 100 silver coins." Looking at the equipment in the equipment room, Chu Guang stroked his chin and pondered.

As for the batons and anti-riot forks...

It wouldn’t make much sense to sell them to players. It was better to leave them to NPCs as tools for maintaining law and order.

The exoframe was not found in the preparation room. Chu Guang left a guard to watch the equipment and then led another person to the airlock room.

After passing the two gates of the airlock room, they officially entered the shelter.

The reactor had long been shut down, leaving only a backup power source plugged into cold fusion batteries, allowing the shelter to barely maintain operation at minimum power. Facilities such as refrigerators and water purifiers had long stopped working, and even the lights would only be turned on when people were approaching.

"Sir, I feel that the air quality here is a bit bad..." Wrench, who was following Chu Guang, said cautiously, "How about leaving the following exploration to me?"

"Relax, I know what I’m doing." Chu Guang’s index finger tapped the VM on his arm. The oxygen level displayed on it was still at a safe value. Although there was a small amount of ozone in the air, the concentration was very low, not to mention his 14 point constitution, even a normal adult would be fine.

Wrench didn’t talk anymore. He just walked in front of Chu Guang loyally.

They did not take the elevator but went to the deepest part of Shelter 117 on level B3 through the safety passage next to the elevator.

Chu Guang clearly felt that it was much dustier than the upper floors.

The two people who walked through the corridor successfully reached the door of the administrator’s office.

The door here was tightly shut.

Chu Guang stretched out his hand and groped for a while on the door. After finding the lock pad, he took out the magnetic card and pressed it on it.

The signal light on the door lit up, and the alloy door panel slid inside the wall on one side.

Looking at the interior of the office and the exoframe displayed next to the wall, a trace of envy appeared on Chu Guang’s face.

"Damn, why are other administrators so rich, but I’m so poor?!"

The simple décor had a touch of understated luxury, and the display cabinets were filled with the former administrator’s private collection, including books and some decorations.

However, those were not important.

The only important collections were the exoframe with a streamlined armored shell in dark blue paint, and the black case leaning against the desk!

That should be the suitcase that Dr. Principle mentioned!

However, rather than a suitcase, Chu Guang felt that it was more appropriate to describe it as luggage. It wasn’t small at all, and it was as tall as his calf when placed horizontally.

In addition, behind the desk, there was also a skeleton wearing a blue coat. The skeleton’s left elbow propped on the armrest of the chair, and the VM had slipped from its forearm to the joint.

The moment his gaze met the VM device, a light blue window popped up in Chu Guang’s field of vision.

[Mission Complete]