The real armory isn't in this vault, but it's still stocked with everything from Sigsauer pistols to Raider exoskeletons. For soldiers, it can be called a paradise on earth.

Simon changed into his combat uniform first, the previous outfit was purely found in the ruins of the Vault, and the months had passed and it had been stinking. The familiar plush warmth returned to his body, and Simon tucked his saber into his boots in good spirits, getting used to it, hot/weapon may fail, but cold weapon will never deceive its master, steel is steel, never lie.

Simon thought about it for a while, and did not choose his most commonly used M47 strategic caseless bullet rifle, or M5, but chose the short and concise SIG-MPX, in the face of a narrow and tortuous indoor situation such as a shelter, how to spill the most ammunition in the shortest time is the priority, screw the short muffler, Simon is confident that the Predator Spiders have not yet swarmed one by one.

The spider hunts the rats, and Simon hunts the Imperial army.

Grabbed five magazines and put them in the front chest pocket, but unfortunately, Talos tactical equipment, including the viscoscope, was not found. Simon self-deprecatingly touched the shallow scar on his brow, it was difficult to go from luxury to frugality, he was nourished by the rangers' airborne equipment, and at this time there was still a sense of disgust with primary equipment.

Although it was rudimentary, there were a lot of night vision devices, infrared penetration, and spectral goggles that the helmet should have, and Simon put as many supplies as he could in his backpack: a gas mask, a maintenance kit, and a spare barrel...... Out of his old profession as a sniper, Simon was really reluctant to throw a sniper rifle without it, so he carried an extra M110A4 folding version, after all, after leaving the shelter, a variety of tools and a variety of means.

Simon imagined what kind of world it would be like outside, the civilized order collapsed from the moment the nuclear bomb fell, he didn't even know if the government army was maintaining a relatively complete operation, he didn't know how long it had been, but this did not prevent Simon from having a firm confidence in survival.

No matter how bad it is, it's better than this hellish place.

“AATS？” Simon looked at the instrument that looked like a watch in his hand, if it wasn't for the word AATS engraved in the center of the dial, it would really be treated as a watch, and the slight numbness in his wrist came, Simon carefully read the manual, this is the latest miniature version of the advanced auxiliary tactical system, although it is not as powerful as the mecha version, which greatly reduces the flow of time and reaches the level of overload that is subtle. But it is also enough to leave enough time for the user to react in an emergency, and the stress response is not strong, more of physical exertion, but Simon expects to get it, and this year canned food is not necessarily sufficient.

Simon's lips raised, the AATS watch is very interestingly designed, how much you turn the second hand, how many seconds you start overloaded, and the minute hand is turned one moment to increase the flow rate ratio by one bar, the basic disc is 1 to 2, and the highest is 1 to 6. The hour hand is not related to overload, but an independent comprehensive combat power increase, and with Simon's current endurance, it will be unlocked from zero hour to one hour.

Simon tried to adjust the overload for five seconds, pressed the start button, and his vision was lightly stained with light blue, Simon threw a bullet into the sky, and easily determined the trajectory, and when it fell, Simon even let the bullet stand on his fingertip first, and then pressed back the magazine. Very good reaction speed, a slight tingling in the center of the eyebrows, flashing, and the sequelae are almost negligible.

At 8:12 a.m., when the center of the watch was electronic, Simon decided to clean the office area, and after arming the exoskeleton, the increased weight-bearing capacity was not in vain.

One by one, Magnum was filling the nests, and Simon shook his head at the slightly dark, yellow, almost self-defeating bullet he had changed from, resting it with his changed clothes.

Leave the old world stuff in the old world.

Through the pale green vision of the night vision device, Simon saw a giant rat ambushed at the entrance of the communication center, if it had been yesterday, Simon would have turned around and left, but now it is not what it used to be.

"Rustling ......" The giant rat turned its head suddenly, if the light was bright, it was not difficult to find that the giant rat's eyes were unusually small, apparently almost degenerate, and in contrast to the earth's disproportionate ears, almost hanging down like a fan, if it were not for the fat body and short and thick limbs, it would be difficult to associate this creature with the mouse.

Having a sound means having a target to hunt, and the giant rat quietly moves towards the source of the sound, but it doesn't know that it is the prey!

"Ding!" As if the prey had knocked over something, the giant rat stepped on the ground, kicked its legs suddenly, and aimed at the black shadow to kill!

Simon, who deliberately lured the giant rat to attack, moved, but in his eyes, the giant rat's vigorous culling became slow and sluggish, so slow that the long three/prismatic thorn found the small eye of the giant rat.

The overload is over, the three/prismatic spike pierces through the giant rat's head, the brain center is destroyed, the giant rat struggles for a few minutes before it stops convulsing, and Simon has long since disappeared into the darkness.

The communication center was authorized by the identification card and began to operate at full capacity, Simon's eyebrows sternly adjusted one frequency after another, and the radio noise silently sizzled, and after a long time, Simon found the first glimmer of civilization on the public channel in Washington.

But that doesn't mean it's good news!

"Emergency loop broadcast! This is the Freedom League! The Empire is advancing inland, and the Imperial barbarians will take everything, including the flesh and blood of the living! Here, the alliance calls on all the people who do not want to become slaves of the empire to join Washington, D.C., join the alliance, and win back the freedom to live! ”

Imperial.

Simon squinted and recalled the war on the Eastern Front, where the imperial steel wave flooded the continent, leaving behind the remains of civilization no less than after the nuclear war, and the empire launched a full-scale nuclear war! Now it's going to be an intensification to invade the Allied homeland?

Without thinking about it, Simon made up his mind to leave the vault and relay the news to the Allied soldiers fighting in Washington that there was still a secret military base in the Appalachian Mountains that could be re-established with a little reorganization.

Simon still remembers that he is a soldier, no matter how fucked up the government is, he must defend his hometown, even if his hometown turns into scorched earth and wasteland, it will not be the turn of the Empire to go wild!

Back in the medicine warehouse, most of the drugs had long since decayed with the collapse of the cold storage power and could not even see the nameplate, but despite this, Simon still pulled out a lot of anti-radiation drugs.

After taking the potassium iodide lozenge, Simon had one more thing to do before leaving L1.

The iron fist of the exoskeleton quietly dug a small hole in the walls on both sides, Simon fixed the pre-sharpened wire noose, coughed lightly, and the sharp hearing obtained by the sacrifice of the predator spider's eyesight was tantamount to thunder on the ground, and the spiders immediately raised their jaws dripping with foul stench saliva and rushed towards the corridor in a team hunting queue.

With a burst of heart-pounding arthropod impacts, all the spiders are vying to be the first, and the shelter has evolved the purest law of the jungle, the fastest and strongest gets everything, the smallest and slowest one, and sooner or later it becomes a meal.

"Snort~" The faint cracking sound was annihilated in the march of the spider army. The wire rope cut off the feet of several spider pioneers, it was like a few buildings trying to resist the tsunami, and the spiders who lost their ability to move were trampled to death, but waiting for the follow-up of the same kind is certainly not a sweet ending.

"Good afternoon, old neighbor." Simon raised his left hand and smiled in greeting, as for why not use his right hand, because his right hand held the flamethrower.

The electric spark ignited the high-concentration oil, and a fire dragon spewed out from the vent in an instant, and the straight corridor provided an excellent way for the flames to extend, thanks to the spiders who did not hesitate, one after the other, completely blocking any possibility of retreating, Simon pulled the trigger gracefully, and the military boots stepped over the scorched ash of the floor.

The food pantry was blazing, Simon didn't bother to find the spiders to eat the leftovers, and a fire completely eradicated the spider nest that had annoyed Simon for months, and occasionally a few spiders hurriedly returned to the nest, and there was nothing to hide in the night vision device, nothing more than wasting an extra Magnum, and that's it.

With a little effort, clean up the cockroach nest by the way. Simon happily roasted a free campfire and returned to his residence, where Simon contemptuously crossed out his original escape plan and picked up the canned buns. I don't want to stay any longer.

The lifting platform is in the A4 area, and after being fully armed, Simon naturally does not have to consider the threat of mutated creatures in the shelter, and there is nothing that Magnum can't solve when he encounters mountains and water, and if there is, then there is another shuttle 9MM.

At 11:25 a.m., Simon walked straight through the L1 and L2 zones, where the A4 area was actually a garage for vehicles, and through the night vision devices, Simon saw the lifting platform with the contour lights flashing at the end of the zone.

Quiescence.

Simon touched his bearded chin and stopped, silence was definitely not a good thing, there was more or less rustling sound all over the shelter, either wiring stripping or creature crawling. The exoskeleton voiceprint does not detect any reverberation in the A4 area, only a scribbled map with infrasonic feedback.

Simon will not be stupid enough to turn on the lights without authorization, this move will undoubtedly reveal the location, and the enemy will be clear, AATS is admittedly powerful, but there is also a basic premise, that is, a minimum reaction time. The Vault Giant Rat, the Giant Cockroach, and the Predator Spider have refreshed their three views, and in the worst-case scenario, Simon prefers to believe that danger is still lurking.

In his spare time before the war, Simon read the magazine "Sea World", and in the Pacific Ocean, sharks prey on small fish for a living, and their own kind are rightfully eaten when they are injured, and of course, in the eyes of killer whales, there is no difference between great white sharks and hammerhead sharks. By analogy, it's not unreasonable for a top-of-the-line predator to appear at the top of the food chain in a refuge.

Simon carefully thought back to the structure of the shelter, even if it was a spare ladder, and the shaft was still dug in the side of the lifting platform, and in any case, he had to break through the A4 car parking lot, or Simon could have dug it out with a shovel.

With a bitter and dry throat, Simon tightened the strap of his backpack and comforted himself: AATS, exoskeletons, guns and ammunition, grenades. As long as the monster bleeds, it will surely die.

Thinking so, Simon crouched down and pressed the cat to walk in.

The lifting platform is a little red, and it seems that it is also responding silently.

It's safe here.