After resting with the cabin map, Simon decided to continue exploring, and the L2 area covers a large area, judging by the chart, it is designed to accommodate 400 people. As time went on, Simon became more and more inclined to the idea of risking his way out of the Vault, but recklessness would lead to bad luck, and Simon always had to stock up as much as he could, at least finding a hazmat suit before he could try to leave.

Simon stacked bait made of gray squirrel entrails into his backpack, and listened to canned food and clean water. With an iron rod in his hand and a revolver around his waist, he threw a broken bone out of the crack in the door, and after repeatedly confirming that there was no danger, he quietly dived into the darkness.

L2 is in the shape of the letter "G", and the entire area is supposed to be composed around a support similar to an energy column, the bottom corner of the "G" is a food storage store, which is also a predator spider's nest, and the lower horizontal line of the "G" is the office area, including the communication center, armament room, and medicine cold storage. The curves have been swept and used by Simon, and only the office area has not been carefully surveyed.

Most of the sconces in the hallways of the vault were broken and dimly lit, and Simon had been scribbling for the past two months, feeling like a rat that had evolved his night vision. It took more than two hours to follow the previous markers, fast and slow, before Simon could smell the putrid stench emanating from the concentration of predator spiders.

Simon looked at the food pantry with deep eyes, the door was corroded by acid, almost integrated with the wall, covered with extremely thick and pale layers of cobwebs, through the black curtain, Simon could vaguely see more than a dozen fluorescent fluorescents in the warehouse, which were the miserable green compound eyes of the predator spider.

The creatures that inhabit the darkness are basically blind, and Simon tiptoes against the wall as if he passed the storage vault slowly and quickly, and the storage warehouse was within two hundred meters of the storage area, and if he stayed for more than two minutes, the predator spider would surely come out of the nest.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a cold air spread down the tail vertebrae to the back of the heart, Simon was frightened, and ran without thinking about it, but where did the two legs run over eight legs, listening to the dense impact of the arthropods behind him, the predator spider chased extremely fast, and caught up with Simon almost in the blink of an eye!

The sound of the chase suddenly disappeared, and Simon's heart sank violently, this was a precursor to the spider pounce! Simon then hit his heel, slipped and fell to the ground, took out his revolver, and fired two shots in succession from the lower abdomen of the spider above his head.

Simon pulled out the iron rod and stabbed the spider's jaw with a three-edged tip, and the spider twitched violently and died, but the sound of the revolver popping made Simon's ears buzz. The corridor continued to echo with gunshots, Simon knew that the predator spiders would not ignore the dying howls of their kind, and the gunshots flashed, as if the ants had moved before the rainstorm poured, and the spiders in the storage vault must have all rushed to Simon!

"Ahh Simon let out a low roar in annoyance, opened his bow and didn't turn back, all he could do now was escape!

The distance of 100 meters was fleeting, the spider army was surging with billowing evil qi, the heart was pumping blood to every part of the body, the shelter was not a battlefield, there were bomb crater shelters that could be seen everywhere, straight back, Simon slapped all over the cabin one by one, and the door core was completely broken without exception.

The spider's compound eyes flickered in the dark, like fireflies, it was deadly beauty, Simon smashed the cabin switch, the moment the hatch opened, Simon simply rushed in, the door was not locked, a spider tentacle stuck the crack of the door, and the miserable green compound eyes stared directly at the steaming prey behind the door.

"Go back! Spider! Simon picked up the iron rod and stabbed it hard at the spider's eye, splashing out even more gloomy blood with a "poof", the spider shook wildly, Simon cursed: "Your uncle, I killed hundreds of imperial animals, and the spider wanted to take Lao Tzu's life, dreaming!" ”

Simon raised his right leg, kicked the tentacle hard with his military boot, and slammed into the hatch with a "click", the spider screamed and struggled desperately, driven by the sharp pain of the iron rod breaking its head, the spider finally chose to withdraw the tentacle.

The hatch slammed shut, but the spiders suffered a big loss, how could they easily let go of the presumptuous guys in their territory, the spiders slammed into the hatch in turn in a rage, Simon gasped for breath, the left wheel against his chin, the hatch visibly dented, the bullet nest just had the last shot left, Simon had already sworn that he would rather die under his own gun than disgrace the prestige of the rangers and become a feast for spiders!

The impact stopped abruptly, and the violent howl was replaced by a coherent drum beat, with the yellow finch catching the cicada and the praying mantis behind! The predator spiders leave their nests, and the colony of giant rats follows, flipping the food chain extremely quickly. Two Vault Overlord species fight to the death outside the hatch.

After some time, the sound of the fight gradually subsided, and the faint wails of the remaining defeated were soon gone, and among the trophies were undoubtedly those of the defeated in the battle. There is not much difference between the same and the different, it is all food.

It wasn't until silence returned that Simon slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun, a few drops of sweat running down his unkempt beard, and Simon wiped it casually, his forehead full of cold sweat. Simon couldn't help but shiver, and while waiting for the giant rat and spider to decide the winner, the cold consumed too much heat from Simon, especially the sweat that senselessly soaked his underwear.

Simon crossed his arms and took out his lighter tremblingly, the flames lit up the cabin, and also gave some warmth that was better than nothing, and looking at the faint light, this cabin layout was exactly the same as Simon's residence, bed, table and wardrobe. Opening the wardrobe, hoping to find a few warm clothes, the handle was covered with dust, and when he opened the closet, a skull jumped out strangely.

Simon held the skeleton shelf and let it fall to the ground slowly, the cold dispelled the messy concerns, and hurriedly ripped off the clothes on the skeleton's body, and put himself inside, the marching bed was rotten to the point that it could not bear Simon's weight, and it would shatter when touched, but the quilt finally worked, Simon wrapped all the fabric he could find, and shrank in the corner.

A sense of pathos overflowed his throat, and Simon suddenly regretted why he was so desperate for his life, didn't the revolver have a bullet left? Just kill yourself! Witnessing the destruction of the world's nuclear explosions, cowering at a depth of 100 meters, worrying about one day being buried under the claws of spiders or giant rats, even a dignified death is a luxury.

The steel-blue pupils were covered with layers of rust, and his right hand was holding the revolver grip, so hard that his palm hurt. For five years, Heaven seemed to favor him, and thousands of people erected crosses and buried them in the earth, but Simon Hayes was alive and kicking. Maybe the gods need a grave digger? happened to pick him, and in order to reward Simon, he specially picked such a huge cemetery and gave it to him.

Simon opens the revolver, and there are six bullet slots, only one of which is still loaded, and the nest of bullets flies and closes. Simon indifferently picked up the revolver and aimed it at his temple.

Let him try again, whether God still favors him.

Click. The left wheel turns one square

Click. Empty slots.

Click. No bullets.

"Huh." Simon smiled bitterly and adjusted the bullet slot to the hammer, he needed to pull the trigger five times to take his life, since the heavens didn't want to see him die easily, it must have been the fallen comrades who were silently watching in the other world, begging the god of death to take care of the stupidest one in the team.

Retracting the revolver, there was something strange in his trouser pocket, Simon was surprised to find that there was an identification card in the military uniform, and read the personal information on the back of the identification card through the flame of the lighter.

"Lieutenant Colonel Wilbur Schramm." Simon whispered.

Lieutenant Colonel Level Identification Card!

All allied soldiers have identification cards, but the big head soldiers are equivalent to consumables, the identification cards issued are changed once a year, the lieutenants are rotated every ten years, and the senior officers above the colonel level are specially customized, even in the harsh environment, the officer identification card will not be demagnetized.

Rubbing his fingers against the smooth surface of the identification card, Simon's hope burned like a lighter. In order to avoid the risk of a nuclear attack, the current military system implements a decreasing level of command authority. Consistent with the original outside the Fort Kent base, the general was killed and replaced, and the officer class was wiped out as a non-commissioned officer, so Simon, who was registered inside the base, became the commander without concession!

This means that Simon randomly finds a terminal that is still running in the shelter, inserts the identity card, and the internal system of the shelter notices Simon's existence, and naturally, the command is transferred, and Simon can control the shelter!

Thinking of this, Simon suddenly became hot, lifted the futon and rushed to the cabin map, he was now in room L1-187, in the middle of the vertical line of "G", lucky enough, at most ten minutes, Simon will be able to enter the office area, and it will be easy to find a running recognizer.

If all goes well, through the internal system of vital sign detection, the identification card is automatically burned into Siemon's personal possession. Simon will no longer be a treasure mountain on the side, and the armament room, medicine depot, and communication center can all be unimpeded! If Simon wants to, he can even turn on the defense system and lure the Vault monsters into the ambush circle!

Kissing the identification card fiercely, Simon said abruptly and sincerely, "Thank you." ”

The cat's eye of the hatch showed that it was quiet outside, Simon tiptoed out of the door, then bent down and ran quickly, relying on his memory to drill into a relatively complete office, reflexively locked the door, inserted the identification card into the computer, the screen really lit up, Simon quickly wiped the dust with his sleeve, directly ignored the password entry, and forcibly transferred to the vital sign detection. This trick was also taught to Simon by Technical Sergeant Ford.

The screen showed the progress of the test, and Simon spent the longest half hour of his life before finally hearing the alarm sound.

"After the signs of life have been detected, only Sergeant Simon Hayes is in good health signs in this shelter, and in accordance with Allied Decree No. 378, the highest authority is hereby granted to the Sgt. Simon Hayes Shelter, and the identification card is automatically transferred to this person's information."

Pull out the identification card, and the back is already engraved with your name. A few minutes later, the door to the armament room closed, and the room full of weapons and equipment was waiting for the new owner.

Simon opened his arms and shouted, "I am the king of the world!" ”