Chapter 1401 Bottle Cap Bomb

After leaving Outpost Town, Gris quickened his pace and rushed towards the suburbs of Los Angeles.

Feeling the cold touch in his arms and listening to the clanging sound, he felt a burning sensation in his heart. And thinking that there would be a reward waiting for him later, he was so excited that he almost wanted to sing. Counting the deposit received previously and the payment from the mysterious man, his assets now exceed a thousand bottle caps.

After so many years of picking up trash in California, this was the first time he saw so many bottle caps. If he didn't quite understand what the word "getting rich overnight" meant before, now he has experienced firsthand what it feels like.

He has already planned how to use the money.

After getting the last sum from the mysterious man, he must first go to the Gold Cave in Liberty City to live like a rich man for two days, and then use the remaining money to go to the weapon shop to exchange for a set of shady equipment. Changing careers as a mercenary or a hunter is much more promising than being a scavenger.

To be honest, the money given by the mysterious employer was not much. At least compared to the generous Chinese, it could only be described as stingy. However, even so, it was still a big deal of two hundred bottle caps, which was enough to buy off his already low-level professional ethics.

After all, no one cares about having too little money.

Although he was extremely excited, Gris still maintained the most basic alertness. He did not walk in a straight line along the way, but made several twists and turns in the alleys of the suburbs of Los Angeles.

No one is more familiar with the situation in Los Angeles than the scavenger. He will rarely encounter dangerous alien species wherever he walks. However, those forks in the road are different. If you are not careful, you may turn into Deathclaw territory. And when the time comes, those brutal guys will get rid of the stupid stalkers for him...

if so.

The rendezvous point was an abandoned cinema, with a poster at the door showing a new movie released on a certain day in the summer of 2171.

Walking straight to the main entrance of the cinema, Gris stretched out his hand and tapped the dilapidated mahogany door three times rhythmically.

Soon, there were footsteps behind the mahogany door, and with a gentle creak, a crack was opened and he was let in.

Yellowed brochures were scattered on the ground. Behind the red wooden door was a dusty red carpet. The gold-edged guardrail drooped with red satin decorated with wool. Four soldiers wearing exoskeletons stood on both sides of the entrance to the screening room. Gris hesitated for a moment, then quietly held the fuse of the smoke bomb with his left hand retracted into his sleeve, and walked nervously into the screening room.

"How are things going?" Sitting in the back row of the cinema, the man wearing a jet black exoskeleton slowly opened his mouth and said in a frequency-converted voice.

"I've only given them the road to the Grand Canyon." Walking next to the man, Gris stretched out his right hand. "So, where is my reward?"

Smiling faintly, the man waved to the air next to him.

Almost at the same time, a layer of light ripples appeared in the transparent air, and a pitch-black figure stepped directly from behind the ripples, suddenly appearing behind the man.

This scene shocked Gris. Although he had heard of optical invisibility, this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes.

Looking warily at the man who appeared out of thin air, Gris' left hand holding the smoke belt fuse was already sweating. If this group of people planned to kill him and silence him, he wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.

Fortunately, these people had no intention of killing anyone. What was handed out from the hand of the man in black was not a gun or a dagger, but a pocket-sized bottle cap box.

"The reward is here," Captain Gerrard pointed to the box in his subordinate's hand and said with a smile, "There are ten large bottle caps in total. If I remember correctly, this large bottle cap can be used as twenty use."

After swallowing, Gris reached out and took the bottle cap box, opened the lid and glanced at it quickly, then stuffed it into his pocket.

"Generally speaking, it's like this,

Although we use more of those small bottle caps," Gris took two steps back as if nothing had happened, and said with a dry laugh, "Then...since my task has been completed, I won't bother you here. "

"Don't leave in a hurry," Gerald said calmly after stopping Gris who turned to leave, "I still have a task for you here."

Gris, who stopped and turned around, forced a smile and said bravely.

"What mission? To be honest, I still suggest you find someone else..."

"Don't worry, this task should be easy for you."

With a faint smile, Gerald opened his mouth and was about to say something when a dazzling fire exploded from the bottle cap box on Gris' chest. There was no time to react. Gris, who was at the center of the explosion, was blown into a bloody mist, followed by flying steel pieces and bottle caps.

Almost at the same time, gunfire erupted outside the cinema.

Even though they were wearing mechanical exoskeletons, the four soldiers at the door were forced to retreat into the screening room due to the ferocious firepower of the attackers. Together with several other soldiers, they pulled away along the bunker and fired back with their rifles.

"Farke!"

Cursing fiercely, Gerald, who was caught off guard, shook his head and struggled to stand up from the ground. Before the volley of bullets came, he quickly jumped down and hid behind the chair.

The man in black who was standing next to him before had disappeared from sight at some point and walked around towards the door of the screening room from the side.

The shell casings clattered to the ground, and the bullets whizzed from the entrance of the screening room.

Gerald pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger on the mercenary at the door, but was quickly suppressed by the firepower of the shooter. Cursing secretly, he opened the screen of the EP on his left arm and quickly clicked out with his index finger to set the target for the automatic machine gun.

Da da da--!

The violent gunfire exploded like beans.

Four gun barrels pushed open the ceiling, pouring ferocious firepower toward the door of the screening room. Two mercenaries were directly torn into pieces by the overwhelming hail of bullets, and a mercenary with only one breath left was dragged back behind the bunker by his companions.

"Damn, their firepower is too strong!"

"We must knock out their automatic machine guns! We can't get in at all if this continues! Shet!"

"I'll try!" While using a tablet to set the drone's attack target, the mercenary squatting at the door gritted his teeth and threw the sensor into the screening room.

The sensor that rolled to the center of the screening room suddenly stopped, and invisible infrared light flashed, but there was not a single marked target. The exoskeleton coating with its own infrared absorbing layer makes the street fighting artifacts DIYed by wasteland survivors directly useless. Not only that, it's like a thermal grenade. Let alone tracking, it can't even lock on the target and can only be used as an ordinary grenade.

The mercenaries had an advantage in numbers, but their equipment was inferior by more than one level.

Exoskeletons bring huge advantages to these soldiers. When facing flying bullets, these well-trained soldiers are obviously more capable than mercenaries with poor equipment. However, these mercenaries are not vegetarians. They can survive in the crisis-ridden wasteland until now. They themselves are war machines.

The balance of victory began to tilt towards the mercenaries hired by NAC. After paying the price of six deaths and two injuries, two more soldiers were shot to death. Only six or seven people remained in the screening room. .

Not long after, another soldier fell.

The mercenary holding a semi-automatic sniper rifle roared excitedly, and was about to show off his accurate headshot to his comrades behind him. However, just when he turned his head after hiding in the bunker, a trace of blood spread from his throat without warning.

He felt a coldness in his throat. Before he could say a word, he watched his neck gradually go away in the horrified eyes of everyone...