In the southern part of Linhu Wetland Park, a plane spraying light blue arcs of fire flew over the abandoned urban area in the northern suburbs.

I noticed the situation in the sky early.

Liu Ding, the deputy captain of the guard wearing an exoskeleton, led five fully armed players and greeted them from the south gate of the park.

In addition to these 5 players, there are more than 10 players led by another guard and ambushed in the forest not far from the south entrance of the Wetland Park.

Once something unexpected happens, both sides will support each other, pouring firepower from both distance and close range at the same time. With so many guns, it is more than enough to suppress a landing aircraft.

However, it seems that the other party has no intention of fighting?

After the plane stopped, three people jumped out.

Two of them wore exoskeletons and held X-2 drone assault rifles in their hands. They looked like armed guards or bodyguards.

The man standing in the middle was unarmed and only wore a whitened brown leather jacket. He raised his hands to show that he meant no harm 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 the manager."

Holding a 'Sickle' assault rifle in his hand, Liu Ding narrowed his eyes slightly, and while staring at the man, he used his peripheral vision to alert the two bodyguards standing next to the man.

"Tell me why you're here."

"I told you, I'm here to bring a message... By the way, your gun looks good. Where did you buy it?"

Seeing that the man in the exoskeleton was getting more and more ugly, the man who claimed to be the postman finally stopped his serious expression, coughed and said.

"Okay, no kidding, my employer wants to buy something from you... It's about as high as my knees, it's a black box, and it was previously placed in the Vault 117 manager's office.

If you agree, my employer is willing to pay fifty thousand chips——"

Before the words could even be finished, the sound coming from the loudspeaker came from afar.

"Before I change my mind, you'd better get out of there."

Chu Guang, wearing power armor and carrying a Gauss rifle on his shoulder, walked out of the south gate of Linghu Wetland Park.

Seeing his dark blue armor, the postman did not feel any nervousness or surprise. On the contrary, the two bodyguards beside him showed nervous expressions and stood ready.

Gauss rifle!

With the penetrating power of this thing, as long as the position is correct, it is enough to bring down the aircraft!

Not to mention the power armor he was wearing, bullets and fragmentation weapons hitting his breastplate were like scratching an itch.

"Fifty thousand chips is already a lot... Okay, let me go. Guys, withdraw, our trip was in vain."

The man who called himself the postman originally wanted to make a last-ditch effort, but he seemed to sense a dangerous aura from Chu Guang and immediately gave up the plan.

Chu Guang did not stop him.

Because his intuition told Chu Guang that this plane should have been rented by this person - or the boss behind this person. It would be very troublesome if he really shot it down.

Boulder City on the edge of the Third Ring Road has not taken him seriously yet. Perhaps in the eyes of those people, the survivor force of hundreds or thousands of people is just a small fight. They want industry but no industry, and they want commerce but no commerce.

, like a rotten stone on the side of the road, no different in essence from the Bloody Hand clan that used to live near the elevated highway out of the city in the northern suburbs.

The neighbors were not interested in him, so Chu Guang naturally had no intention of provoking those people out of trouble.

The location of Shelter No. 404 is very awkward. It is stuck near the elevated highway out of the city in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. There is very little room for development.

There are already enough troubles from the north, and provoking people from the south will put him in a two-front war situation.

After returning to the plane with his bodyguard, the man standing next to the cabin door raised his voice and spoke in a tone that was 70% serious and 30% joking.

"Dear King of the Northern Suburbs, my master - an insignificant armed broker, let me give you a piece of advice."

Chu Guang looked at him.

"explain."

The man smiled and continued.

"You are very powerful. I heard that you have even intervened in the dispute between the legion and the enterprise. A hero like you should arm-wrestle with a big shot like the Lord of Boulder City. Being an enemy of you is really beyond the scope of our business."

"My master said, if you plan to keep that box, then we have no choice but to give up this commission... I believe that no blind mercenary would dare to come here to disturb you for hundreds or even thousands of chips. This

It’s just asking for trouble.”

When he said this, the man's conversation suddenly changed.

"However, the boss who entrusted us to recycle the box is not that easy to deal with. Even a big shot 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 give up. Maybe when this winter passes, he will come and get it himself. If I were you, I would definitely not want to keep this hot potato in my hands.

.But I am 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 Bay Tavern in Boulder City. You are a strong man worthy of respect. If there is a chance, my master would like to buy you a drink."

"His name is White Shark, by the way...although you no doubt already know that."

The aircraft that took off and landed vertically slowly increased its altitude and returned towards Boulder City in the south.

Watching the plane fly away, Chu Guang chuckled.

Fifty thousand chips?

hehe.

I can earn dozens of coins by picking up trash for five months, and I'm still exploited by the old leech.

Yin Fang is studying how to use that thing to make implantable prosthetic equipment, and his little player is still waiting to use that thing to become stronger.

Want to take it from yourself?

Trade your life for it!

However, in the end, the man who claimed to be the postman did not say who wanted the black box.

At this moment, Chu Guang's heart moved slightly.

"Is it... a torch?"

Those survivors who took away many black boxes from Vault 117!

It seems that they have been doing well in recent years, relying on the black technology props produced in black boxes, and they have become a big shot in the wasteland.

However, Chu Guang didn't panic at all. Those black boxes were filled with bionic organs and implanted prosthetics, and they were not weapons of mass destruction.

If they really come to your door, that's great.

It's better to save yourself the trouble of finding them yourself.

Watching the plane disappear into the horizon, Liu Ding put away the rifle in his hand, walked to Chu Guang's side, and said seriously.

"Sir, their planes are too arrogant. We lack effective air defense means. It will be very dangerous if this continues."

"I know."

The lack of anti-aircraft weapons is indeed a problem.

When the people from Boulder City went to negotiate with the Pioneer, the plane parked obediently a few kilometers away. But when it arrived, it flew directly to their doorstep.

Chu Guang 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 the VM. Data interoperability is not difficult. Programs that can run on the VM can naturally run here.

With his index finger tapping a few times in the air, Chu Guang quickly edited a task and posted it in the "Weapon Production" task section of the public channel.

The players who will accept missions here are the toughest guys in the server.

Take a good look at Liu Ding, this is how players use it!

[Mission: Air Threat]

[Introduction: The deputy captain of the outpost guard seems a little troubled, please go and talk to him. 】

[Liu Ding, deputy captain of the guard: The opponent's planes are flying 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 bombs!

】

[Reward: 500 silver, 500 contribution.]

Done!

After finishing, Chu Guang looked at Liu Ding 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 check it on the VM's task page."

Liu Ding was stunned for a moment.

Although I didn't quite understand, I still nodded.

"Okay...sir."

…

At the same time, the outpost.
To be continued...