In the south of Wetland Park, a plane with a light blue arc of fire flew over the abandoned city in the northern suburbs.
Noticed the situation in the sky early.
Ormas, the deputy captain of the guard wearing an exoskeleton, greeted him from the south gate of the park with five fully armed players.
In addition to these 5 players, there were more than 10 players led by another guard and ambushed in the forest not far from the south entrance of Wetland Park.
In the event of an accident, the two sides will respond to each other, and at the same time pour firepower from long and short distances. With so many guns, it is more than enough to suppress a plane that has landed.
However, the other party doesn't seem to have any plans to fight.
After the plane stopped, a total of three people jumped off.
Two of them were wearing exoskeletons and holding X-2 drone assault rifles in their hands. They looked like armed guards or bodyguards.
The man standing in the middle was unarmed, only wearing a washed and whitish brown leather jacket. He raised his hands to show that he was not malicious, and walked towards the guards and players with a smile on his face.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just a postman with a message, I want to meet your lord...or does he have another name?"
"You can call him Master Manager."
Holding a 'scythe' assault rifle in his hand, Ormas narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the man, and at the same time alerted the two bodyguards standing next to him from the corner of his eye.
"Tell me why you came."
"I said, I'm here to bring a message... By the way, your gun looks good, where did you buy it?"
Seeing that the guy wearing the exoskeleton was getting more and more ugly, the man who claimed to be a postman finally restrained his unscrupulous expression, coughed and said.
"Okay, no kidding, my employer wants to buy something from you... It's about the height of my knees, it's a box, the black kind, it was in the shelter 117 manager's office. If you agree, my employer is willing to pay fifty thousand chips—”
Before the voice fell, the sound emitted through the speaker came from afar.
"Before I change my mind, you better get out of here."
Lucius, who was wearing a power armor, walked out from the south gate of Wetland Park with a Gauss rifle on his shoulder.
Seeing his dark blue armor, the postman didn't feel any nervousness or surprise, but the two bodyguards beside him showed nervous expressions in unison, ready to fight.
Gauss Rifle!
With the penetrating power of this thing, as long as it hits the right position, it is enough to kill the plane!
Not to mention the power armor on his body, ordinary bullets and fragmentation weapons hit his breastplate like tickling.
"Fifty thousand chips is quite a lot...Okay, I'll go. Guys, withdraw, we've made this trip in vain."
The man who claimed to be the postman originally wanted to make a last effort, but he seemed to sense the danger from Lucius, so he immediately gave up this plan.
Lucius did not stop him.
Because his intuition told Lucius that the plane should be rented by this person—or the boss behind this person, and it would be very troublesome to fly it down.
The Boulder City on the edge of the third ring road has not taken him into consideration for the time being. Perhaps in the eyes of those people, the survivor forces with hundreds of thousands of people in the area are just small troubles. They want industry but no industry, want commerce but not commerce, like a rotten stone on the side of the road, no essential difference from the Bloody Hand clan who lived near the elevated highway in the northern suburbs.
The neighbors weren't interested in him, so Lucius naturally didn't intend to provoke those people in an extravagant way.
The location of shelter No. 404 is very awkward. It is stuck near the elevated highway in the northern suburbs of Spring City, and there is very little room for development.
There are enough troubles from the north, and if he provokes the people from the south, he will fall into a situation of fighting on two fronts.
After returning to the plane with the bodyguards, the man standing beside the cabin door raised his voice and said in a tone of 70% seriousness and 30% joking.
"Honorable King of the Northern Suburbs, my master—an insignificant armed broker, let me give you a piece of advice."
Lucius looked at him.
"Explain."
The man continued with a smile.
"You are very powerful. I heard that you even got involved in the dispute between the legion and the enterprise. A hero like you should go to wrestle with a big man like the lord of Boulder City. It is beyond our business scope to be an enemy of you."
"My master said, if you plan to keep that box, then we have no choice but to give up on this entrustment...I believe that there is no mercenary who is not open-minded, and dares to come here to disturb you for those hundreds or thousands of chips. It's purely self-defeating."
When he said this, the man's conversation suddenly changed.
"However, the boss who entrusted us to recover the box is not so easy to deal with. Even a big man like the city lord has to weigh the consequences of offending him. If that person is willing to use 50,000 chips to buy the black box in your hand , I believe that the value of that thing in his heart must be far more than 50,000 chips."
"100,000? Or 200,000? No matter how much it is, he will definitely not let it go. Maybe after this winter is over, he will pick it up by himself. If I were you, I definitely wouldn't want to leave this hot potato in my hand." But I'm just a small person after all, maybe you have other plans?"
"If you plan to change your mind, you can come to the Pirate's Cove Tavern in Boulder City. You are a respectable and strong man. If there is a chance, my master would like to buy you a drink."
"By the way, his name is White Shark...although you must already know it."
The vertical take-off and landing aircraft slowly raised its altitude and headed back towards the Boulder City in the south.
Watching the plane go away, Lucius smiled.
Fifty thousand chips?
Hehe.
I can earn dozens of coins by picking up garbage for five months, and I am still under the exploitation of the old leech.
Tom is researching using that thing to make implanted prosthetic devices, and his little player is still waiting to use that thing to become stronger.
Want to take it from yourself? Use your life in exchange!
However, the man who claimed to be the postman didn't say who the person who wanted the black box was.
At this moment, Lucius's heart moved slightly.
"Could it be... The Torch?"
Those survivors who took a lot of black boxes from shelter 117!
It seems that they have had a good life in recent years. The black technology props produced by black boxes have become big names in the mouths of wastelanders.
However, Lucius didn't panic in the slightest. Those black boxes were written about bionic organs and implanted prosthetic bodies, not weapons of mass destruction.
If they really come to the door, that's fine.
It would save me to find them myself.
Watching the plane disappear into the sky, Ormas put away the rifle in his hand, walked to Lucius's side, and said seriously.
"My lord, their planes are too dangerous. We lack effective air defense means. It's dangerous to go on like this."
"I know."
The absence of anti-aircraft weapons is indeed a problem.
When the people in Boulder City went to negotiate with the Pioneer, the plane obediently stopped a few kilometers away, but when they arrived at their place, they flew directly to their doorstep.
Lucius thought for a moment, then stretched out his right hand and tapped the side of the power armor helmet.
The orange visualization window is projected on the helmet's tactical eyepiece.
The power armor has a built-in vital sign monitor, which is similar in function to VM, and the data exchange is not difficult. Programs that can run on a VM can naturally also run here.
After clicking a few times with his index finger in the air, Lucius quickly edited a task and posted it in the "Weapon production" task section of the public channel.
The players who will accept the mission here are all the worst brothers in the server.
Be optimistic about Ormas, players use it like this!
[ Mission: Air Threat ]
[ Introduction: The deputy captain of the outpost guard seems to be a little troubled, go talk to him. ]
[ Ormas, deputy captain of the guard: The opponent's planes can come and go freely above our heads. We need an anti-aircraft weapon that can shoot them down when necessary! Or at least drive them away before they drop their bombs! ]
[ Reward: 500 silver, 500 contribution points. ]
Done!
After finishing the matter, Lucius looked at Ormas and said.
"In two days, someone will come to you with some strange things. To see which one is cheap and easy to use, just tick the task page of the VM."
Ormas was stunned for a while.
Although he didn't quite understand, he nodded.
"Okay... my lord."
...
At the same time, the outpost.
Seeing that the manager of shelter No. 404 had gone out for a long time and didn't come back, Hena, who was fidgeting, walked out of the reception room.
When she walked to the entrance of the main building of the nursing home, the players who happened to pass by here saw her in a blue coat at a glance, and her face suddenly showed the expression of discovering the new world.
"White hair!!"
"My God! Can you customize the hair color in this game?"
"Why didn't anyone tell me!"
"Miss! What's your nickname?"
Hena looked dazed, unable to understand what the residents of the shelter were talking about.
More and more players gathered here, and soon someone discovered that although she was wearing a blue coat, she was not a player.
If this ignorant expression was faked, then the acting skills would be too good!
"She doesn't seem to understand what we're saying."
"It doesn't look very smart...is it a new NPC?"
"But she's wearing a blue coat..."
"What's strange about this? It's not that only players have blue coats. There are a few in the maintenance room of shelter 117, right? It's just that we haven't encountered anyone from other shelter."
This sentence has been recognized by many players.
Indeed, the game never said that the blue coat is the exclusive property of the player, but the character played by the player is a resident of the shelter.
At this moment, a little player who had just been doing a mission in shelter 117 came over.
"I know! She is the NPC picked up by Yaya and Shuri! It's in the hidden room of shelter 117!"
Hearing this sentence, the crowd around suddenly let out a voice of surprise.
"F*ck?! The hidden room has been found?!"
"And it's still Boss Yaya!"
"Damn it, it's not fair! Tail almost scraped off the wall and couldn't find it!"
"Just ask if you don't understand, is it because there are mushrooms growing in the room?"
"You people, don't underestimate Boss Yaya. She is the first player in the whole server to be killed by a monster and trigger a punishment mission."
"I don't care about the hidden room, I just want to know where to get the white-haired NPC of the same style?"
"Plus one!"
Surrounded by this group of hospitable shelter residents, the blankness on Hena's face gradually turned into bewilderment, and then from bewilderment to fear, not knowing what to do.
At this time, a power armor came from the direction of the south door, and a loud voice floated out from the speaker.
"Stay away, don't scare people."
"Let me introduce, this is the new Ph.D. in bioengineering from our shelter. She will be officially on duty starting tomorrow...Miss Hena, please follow me."
Hena nodded quickly and hid behind Lucius.
He used yellow cards to warn a few excited little players, and Lucius took her to the elevator and pressed the down button.
Looking at the closed elevator doors, Hena finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said with lingering fear.
"Are they all residents of shelter 404?"
After removing the mask, Lucius moved his neck and said casually.
"My 'players' are a little enthusiastic, please don't be angry..."
"Why can't I understand what they're saying? Don't you use Renlian language?"
It was the same when I was in the emergency room before.
Hena couldn't understand at all what the two ladies who woke her up from the hibernation cabin were talking about.
However, Lucius did not intend to discuss this issue with her in depth.
"People's Federation has disappeared for more than 200 years. Is it strange that other languages have evolved? But I can speak both languages, so don't worry."
Leaving the power armor in the maintenance room, Lucius took her through the two gates of the buffer room and went straight to the B2 floor, where there were still a hundred empty rooms in the B area.
Just find a room.
After assigning the authority to her VM, Lucius looked at her and continued.
"This will be your new home from now on, the instructions for using the facilities and the "Resident Manual of Shelter 404", and I will send it to your VM later. Starting tomorrow, you are an expert in bioengineering, and I will arrange some things to do."
Hena took a look inside the room, and found that there was only a single bed and a desk, and the area was simply smaller than the confinement room in shelter 117.
"Your room... so compact, have you always lived in this kind of place?"
It was not the first time Lucius heard someone complain about how poor his shelter was, so he didn't take it to heart.
"Yes, but our spiritual world is very rich, and those players... well, they will go to other places when they sleep."
"In the early days of starting a business, the conditions were relatively difficult, but it will get better in the future. I hope you can overcome it."
What is entrepreneurship? Even though she had only slept for twenty years, Hena felt as if she had passed away.
Is the generation gap between shelters and sanctuaries so big?
Why are there words and concepts that I don't understand...
After Hena settled down, Lucius returned to the central square on the B2 floor.
Just as he was about to go to the newly unlocked B3 floor to see what the first-generation managers had left for him there, he found that Boss Sumeria was waiting at the elevator door with Popo in his arms.
Seeing Lucius also, Popo yelled from a long distance away.
"Master!"
Lucius glanced at Sumeria and Popo in her arms, and asked with a strange expression.
"Why did you hold Popo down?"
"It was the one who asked me to hold it down...By the way, who is that white-haired woman?" Sumeria put Popo on the ground, and took a peek behind Lucius, only to find that she was no longer there. .
Lucius said casually.
"A resident of shelter 117, she was the only one left there, and my players brought her back."
"Oh." Sumeria nodded half-understanding, and whispered with a hesitant expression, "But...is it really good to let her live in directly? What if she is some bad person."
Lucius said with a smile.
"Don't worry, Popo will keep an eye on her 24 hours a day. If there is any abnormal behavior, I will know immediately."
Popo said in a rather helpless tone: "Although it is true, Popo still does not recommend that the Master bring some unknown people in, especially the guy with a machine on his right hand. I always feel that the way he looks at me It's scary."
And this thing?!
"It is precisely because I am worried that I put them under my nose... Is the guy with the machine in the right hand you mentioned Tom? I will let him pay attention."
After a pause, Lucius continued.
"Let's not talk about this first, I still have some things to deal with, since you are here, let's go together."
Sumeria was stunned for a moment: "Together? What together..."
The corner of Lucius's mouth curled up into a faint smile.
"Go and see our B3 floor."
As he said that, he walked into the elevator and swiped his index finger lightly on the touch screen, and soon the words [ B3 Floor Permission Unlocked ] appeared on it.
Popo, who was following Lucius's calf, made a sound of surprise.
"Wow, Master, have you obtained the B3 floor authority?"
Lucius nodded.
"Well, I just got it."
The elevator door closed, and then sank slightly.
When the door was opened again, dry and fresh air rushed in, just like when Lucius had just stepped into the B2 floor.
"It always feels like this place has just been cleaned..." Sumeria glanced around, followed Lucius's footsteps, and walked out of the elevator.
The layout here is almost carved out of the same model as the B2 floor. Whether it is the 4 fan-shaped partitions distributed in a ring and the elevator tower in the center of the square, or the 600 rooms in total, as well as the public canteen and sanitary facilities in Area A.
Even the passage between Area A and Area B is exactly the same!
His eyes fell on that passage, Lucius's heart moved slightly, and he looked at the floor plan printed next to the elevator.
It can be seen from the floor plan that behind the passage is a rectangular space and four rectangular areas of different sizes divided by partitions.
Here seems to be the "Ribbon".
"The power room, the planting area, the medical laboratory, the warehouse... and the buffer room? Wait, why is there a buffer room behind the warehouse?" A trace of surprise appeared on Lucius's face.
The buffer room is a special structure used to balance the air pressure inside and outside the shelter. It includes two gates and a corridor with the function of an air shower, which can remove the dust and most harmful substances on the clothes. disinfect.
This kind of facility is usually located at the entrance of the shelter, appearing on the B3 floor?
Popo, who was following Lucius, raised the camera, her voice was also full of doubts.
"Maybe... Shelter 404 has more than one entrance?"
Lucius stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"This possibility cannot be ruled out."
Sumeria looked at him and said nervously.
"Want to go and have a look?"
"Of course, otherwise, what would I come down for?"
However, before that, Lucius still had something to do.
As he spoke, Lucius turned on the VM worn on his arm, and retrieved the pre-edited document
【 Alpha0.9 Version Update Announcement 】
"Alpha0.9 Version Developer Diary"
One-click two-link, click send!
Upload complete!
After finishing this task, Lucius then looked at Popo.
"Popo, sync to the official website for me."
The signal light above his head flickered slightly, Popo said energetically.
"Alright! Master!"
Two people and one machine walked towards the depths of the B3 floor.
Almost at the same time, the official website of "Wasteland OL" located in another world, instantly boiled with the release of the update announcement!
In the south of Wetland Park, a plane with a light blue arc of fire flew over the abandoned city in the northern suburbs.
Noticed the situation in the sky early.
Ormas, the deputy captain of the guard wearing an exoskeleton, greeted him from the south gate of the park with five fully armed players.
In addition to these 5 players, there were more than 10 players led by another guard and ambushed in the forest not far from the south entrance of Wetland Park.
In the event of an accident, the two sides will respond to each other, and at the same time pour firepower from long and short distances. With so many guns, it is more than enough to suppress a plane that has landed.
However, the other party doesn't seem to have any plans to fight.
After the plane stopped, a total of three people jumped off.
Two of them were wearing exoskeletons and holding X-2 drone assault rifles in their hands. They looked like armed guards or bodyguards.
The man standing in the middle was unarmed, only wearing a washed and whitish brown leather jacket. He raised his hands to show that he was not malicious, and walked towards the guards and players with a smile on his face.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just a postman with a message, I want to meet your lord...or does he have another name?"
"You can call him Master Manager."
Holding a 'scythe' assault rifle in his hand, Ormas narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the man, and at the same time alerted the two bodyguards standing next to him from the corner of his eye.
"Tell me why you came."
"I said, I'm here to bring a message... By the way, your gun looks good, where did you buy it?"
Seeing that the guy wearing the exoskeleton was getting more and more ugly, the man who claimed to be a postman finally restrained his unscrupulous expression, coughed and said.
"Okay, no kidding, my employer wants to buy something from you... It's about the height of my knees, it's a box, the black kind, it was in the shelter 117 manager's office. If you agree, my employer is willing to pay fifty thousand chips—”
Before the voice fell, the sound emitted through the speaker came from afar.
"Before I change my mind, you better get out of here."
Lucius, who was wearing a power armor, walked out from the south gate of Wetland Park with a Gauss rifle on his shoulder.
Seeing his dark blue armor, the postman didn't feel any nervousness or surprise, but the two bodyguards beside him showed nervous expressions in unison, ready to fight.
Gauss Rifle!
With the penetrating power of this thing, as long as it hits the right position, it is enough to kill the plane!
Not to mention the power armor on his body, ordinary bullets and fragmentation weapons hit his breastplate like tickling.
"Fifty thousand chips is quite a lot...Okay, I'll go. Guys, withdraw, we've made this trip in vain."
The man who claimed to be the postman originally wanted to make a last effort, but he seemed to sense the danger from Lucius, so he immediately gave up this plan.
Lucius did not stop him.
Because his intuition told Lucius that the plane should be rented by this person—or the boss behind this person, and it would be very troublesome to fly it down.
The Boulder City on the edge of the third ring road has not taken him into consideration for the time being. Perhaps in the eyes of those people, the survivor forces with hundreds of thousands of people in the area are just small troubles. They want industry but no industry, want commerce but not commerce, like a rotten stone on the side of the road, no essential difference from the Bloody Hand clan who lived near the elevated highway in the northern suburbs.
The neighbors weren't interested in him, so Lucius naturally didn't intend to provoke those people in an extravagant way.
The location of shelter No. 404 is very awkward. It is stuck near the elevated highway in the northern suburbs of Spring City, and there is very little room for development.
There are enough troubles from the north, and if he provokes the people from the south, he will fall into a situation of fighting on two fronts.
After returning to the plane with the bodyguards, the man standing beside the cabin door raised his voice and said in a tone of 70% seriousness and 30% joking.
"Honorable King of the Northern Suburbs, my master—an insignificant armed broker, let me give you a piece of advice."
Lucius looked at him.
"Explain."
The man continued with a smile.
"You are very powerful. I heard that you even got involved in the dispute between the legion and the enterprise. A hero like you should go to wrestle with a big man like the lord of Boulder City. It is beyond our business scope to be an enemy of you."
"My master said, if you plan to keep that box, then we have no choice but to give up on this entrustment...I believe that there is no mercenary who is not open-minded, and dares to come here to disturb you for those hundreds or thousands of chips. It's purely self-defeating."
When he said this, the man's conversation suddenly changed.
"However, the boss who entrusted us to recover the box is not so easy to deal with. Even a big man like the city lord has to weigh the consequences of offending him. If that person is willing to use 50,000 chips to buy the black box in your hand , I believe that the value of that thing in his heart must be far more than 50,000 chips."
"100,000? Or 200,000? No matter how much it is, he will definitely not let it go. Maybe after this winter is over, he will pick it up by himself. If I were you, I definitely wouldn't want to leave this hot potato in my hand." But I'm just a small person after all, maybe you have other plans?"
"If you plan to change your mind, you can come to the Pirate's Cove Tavern in Boulder City. You are a respectable and strong man. If there is a chance, my master would like to buy you a drink."
"By the way, his name is White Shark...although you must already know it."
The vertical take-off and landing aircraft slowly raised its altitude and headed back towards the Boulder City in the south.
Watching the plane go away, Lucius smiled.
Fifty thousand chips?
Hehe.
I can earn dozens of coins by picking up garbage for five months, and I am still under the exploitation of the old leech.
Tom is researching using that thing to make implanted prosthetic devices, and his little player is still waiting to use that thing to become stronger.
Want to take it from yourself? Use your life in exchange!
However, the man who claimed to be the postman didn't say who the person who wanted the black box was.
At this moment, Lucius's heart moved slightly.
"Could it be... The Torch?"
Those survivors who took a lot of black boxes from shelter 117!
It seems that they have had a good life in recent years. The black technology props produced by black boxes have become big names in the mouths of wastelanders.
However, Lucius didn't panic in the slightest. Those black boxes were written about bionic organs and implanted prosthetic bodies, not weapons of mass destruction.
If they really come to the door, that's fine.
It would save me to find them myself.
Watching the plane disappear into the sky, Ormas put away the rifle in his hand, walked to Lucius's side, and said seriously.
"My lord, their planes are too dangerous. We lack effective air defense means. It's dangerous to go on like this."
"I know."
The absence of anti-aircraft weapons is indeed a problem.
When the people in Boulder City went to negotiate with the Pioneer, the plane obediently stopped a few kilometers away, but when they arrived at their place, they flew directly to their doorstep.
Lucius thought for a moment, then stretched out his right hand and tapped the side of the power armor helmet.
The orange visualization window is projected on the helmet's tactical eyepiece.
The power armor has a built-in vital sign monitor, which is similar in function to VM, and the data exchange is not difficult. Programs that can run on a VM can naturally also run here.
After clicking a few times with his index finger in the air, Lucius quickly edited a task and posted it in the "Weapon production" task section of the public channel.
The players who will accept the mission here are all the worst brothers in the server.
Be optimistic about Ormas, players use it like this!
[ Mission: Air Threat ]
[ Introduction: The deputy captain of the outpost guard seems to be a little troubled, go talk to him. ]
[ Ormas, deputy captain of the guard: The opponent's planes can come and go freely above our heads. We need an anti-aircraft weapon that can shoot them down when necessary! Or at least drive them away before they drop their bombs! ]
[ Reward: 500 silver, 500 contribution points. ]
Done!
After finishing the matter, Lucius looked at Ormas and said.
"In two days, someone will come to you with some strange things. To see which one is cheap and easy to use, just tick the task page of the VM."
Ormas was stunned for a while.
Although he didn't quite understand, he nodded.
"Okay... my lord."
...
At the same time, the outpost.
Seeing that the manager of shelter No. 404 had gone out for a long time and didn't come back, Hena, who was fidgeting, walked out of the reception room.
When she walked to the entrance of the main building of the nursing home, the players who happened to pass by here saw her in a blue coat at a glance, and her face suddenly showed the expression of discovering the new world.
"White hair!!"
"My God! Can you customize the hair color in this game?"
"Why didn't anyone tell me!"
"Miss! What's your nickname?"
Hena looked dazed, unable to understand what the residents of the shelter were talking about.
More and more players gathered here, and soon someone discovered that although she was wearing a blue coat, she was not a player.
If this ignorant expression was faked, then the acting skills would be too good!
"She doesn't seem to understand what we're saying."
"It doesn't look very smart...is it a new NPC?"
"But she's wearing a blue coat..."
"What's strange about this? It's not that only players have blue coats. There are a few in the maintenance room of shelter 117, right? It's just that we haven't encountered anyone from other shelter."
This sentence has been recognized by many players.
Indeed, the game never said that the blue coat is the exclusive property of the player, but the character played by the player is a resident of the shelter.
At this moment, a little player who had just been doing a mission in shelter 117 came over.
"I know! She is the NPC picked up by Yaya and Shuri! It's in the hidden room of shelter 117!"
Hearing this sentence, the crowd around suddenly let out a voice of surprise.
"F*ck?! The hidden room has been found?!"
"And it's still Boss Yaya!"
"Damn it, it's not fair! Tail almost scraped off the wall and couldn't find it!"
"Just ask if you don't understand, is it because there are mushrooms growing in the room?"
"You people, don't underestimate Boss Yaya. She is the first player in the whole server to be killed by a monster and trigger a punishment mission."
"I don't care about the hidden room, I just want to know where to get the white-haired NPC of the same style?"
"Plus one!"
Surrounded by this group of hospitable shelter residents, the blankness on Hena's face gradually turned into bewilderment, and then from bewilderment to fear, not knowing what to do.
At this time, a power armor came from the direction of the south door, and a loud voice floated out from the speaker.
"Stay away, don't scare people."
"Let me introduce, this is the new Ph.D. in bioengineering from our shelter. She will be officially on duty starting tomorrow...Miss Hena, please follow me."
Hena nodded quickly and hid behind Lucius.
He used yellow cards to warn a few excited little players, and Lucius took her to the elevator and pressed the down button.
Looking at the closed elevator doors, Hena finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said with lingering fear.
"Are they all residents of shelter 404?"
After removing the mask, Lucius moved his neck and said casually.
"My 'players' are a little enthusiastic, please don't be angry..."
"Why can't I understand what they're saying? Don't you use Renlian language?"
It was the same when I was in the emergency room before.
Hena couldn't understand at all what the two ladies who woke her up from the hibernation cabin were talking about.
However, Lucius did not intend to discuss this issue with her in depth.
"People's Federation has disappeared for more than 200 years. Is it strange that other languages have evolved? But I can speak both languages, so don't worry."
Leaving the power armor in the maintenance room, Lucius took her through the two gates of the buffer room and went straight to the B2 floor, where there were still a hundred empty rooms in the B area.
Just find a room.
After assigning the authority to her VM, Lucius looked at her and continued.
"This will be your new home from now on, the instructions for using the facilities and the "Resident Manual of Shelter 404", and I will send it to your VM later. Starting tomorrow, you are an expert in bioengineering, and I will arrange some things to do."
Hena took a look inside the room, and found that there was only a single bed and a desk, and the area was simply smaller than the confinement room in shelter 117.
"Your room... so compact, have you always lived in this kind of place?"
It was not the first time Lucius heard someone complain about how poor his shelter was, so he didn't take it to heart.
"Yes, but our spiritual world is very rich, and those players... well, they will go to other places when they sleep."
"In the early days of starting a business, the conditions were relatively difficult, but it will get better in the future. I hope you can overcome it."
What is entrepreneurship? Even though she had only slept for twenty years, Hena felt as if she had passed away.
Is the generation gap between shelters and sanctuaries so big?
Why are there words and concepts that I don't understand...
After Hena settled down, Lucius returned to the central square on the B2 floor.
Just as he was about to go to the newly unlocked B3 floor to see what the first-generation managers had left for him there, he found that Boss Sumeria was waiting at the elevator door with Popo in his arms.
Seeing Lucius also, Popo yelled from a long distance away.
"Master!"
Lucius glanced at Sumeria and Popo in her arms, and asked with a strange expression.
"Why did you hold Popo down?"
"It was the one who asked me to hold it down...By the way, who is that white-haired woman?" Sumeria put Popo on the ground, and took a peek behind Lucius, only to find that she was no longer there. .
Lucius said casually.
"A resident of shelter 117, she was the only one left there, and my players brought her back."
"Oh." Sumeria nodded half-understanding, and whispered with a hesitant expression, "But...is it really good to let her live in directly? What if she is some bad person."
Lucius said with a smile.
"Don't worry, Popo will keep an eye on her 24 hours a day. If there is any abnormal behavior, I will know immediately."
Popo said in a rather helpless tone: "Although it is true, Popo still does not recommend that the Master bring some unknown people in, especially the guy with a machine on his right hand. I always feel that the way he looks at me It's scary."
And this thing?!
"It is precisely because I am worried that I put them under my nose... Is the guy with the machine in the right hand you mentioned Tom? I will let him pay attention."
After a pause, Lucius continued.
"Let's not talk about this first, I still have some things to deal with, since you are here, let's go together."
Sumeria was stunned for a moment: "Together? What together..."
The corner of Lucius's mouth curled up into a faint smile.
"Go and see our B3 floor."
As he said that, he walked into the elevator and swiped his index finger lightly on the touch screen, and soon the words [ B3 Floor Permission Unlocked ] appeared on it.
Popo, who was following Lucius's calf, made a sound of surprise.
"Wow, Master, have you obtained the B3 floor authority?"
Lucius nodded.
"Well, I just got it."
The elevator door closed, and then sank slightly.
When the door was opened again, dry and fresh air rushed in, just like when Lucius had just stepped into the B2 floor.
"It always feels like this place has just been cleaned..." Sumeria glanced around, followed Lucius's footsteps, and walked out of the elevator.
The layout here is almost carved out of the same model as the B2 floor. Whether it is the 4 fan-shaped partitions distributed in a ring and the elevator tower in the center of the square, or the 600 rooms in total, as well as the public canteen and sanitary facilities in Area A.
Even the passage between Area A and Area B is exactly the same!
His eyes fell on that passage, Lucius's heart moved slightly, and he looked at the floor plan printed next to the elevator.
It can be seen from the floor plan that behind the passage is a rectangular space and four rectangular areas of different sizes divided by partitions.
Here seems to be the "Ribbon".
"The power room, the planting area, the medical laboratory, the warehouse... and the buffer room? Wait, why is there a buffer room behind the warehouse?" A trace of surprise appeared on Lucius's face.
The buffer room is a special structure used to balance the air pressure inside and outside the shelter. It includes two gates and a corridor with the function of an air shower, which can remove the dust and most harmful substances on the clothes. disinfect.
This kind of facility is usually located at the entrance of the shelter, appearing on the B3 floor?
Popo, who was following Lucius, raised the camera, her voice was also full of doubts.
"Maybe... Shelter 404 has more than one entrance?"
Lucius stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"This possibility cannot be ruled out."
Sumeria looked at him and said nervously.
"Want to go and have a look?"
"Of course, otherwise, what would I come down for?"
However, before that, Lucius still had something to do.
As he spoke, Lucius turned on the VM worn on his arm, and retrieved the pre-edited document
【 Alpha0.9 Version Update Announcement 】
"Alpha0.9 Version Developer Diary"
One-click two-link, click send!
Upload complete!
After finishing this task, Lucius then looked at Popo.
"Popo, sync to the official website for me."
The signal light above his head flickered slightly, Popo said energetically.
"Alright! Master!"
Two people and one machine walked towards the depths of the B3 floor.
Almost at the same time, the official website of "Wasteland OL" located in another world, instantly boiled with the release of the update announcement!
