Chapter 42: The Bunker

"What?" Harold looked blankly at the strings.

"Actually, it's not special.... Well, I'm trying to say that Gecko's biggest business at the moment, aside from powering Bunker City, is the graveyard business. Xian weighed the news out.

Harold was even more puzzled.

"Huh? What exactly are you trying to say? Cemetery? Xian sighed and explained in more detail.

"Actually, I'm afraid it's not accurate to call it business, because.... Do you understand? After receiving a steady supply of energy from Gecko City, Bunker City has been growing well. But as time went on, the expansion of the city made many resources more and more precious. A cemetery that can be kept from the wastelanders and monsters out there is a precious thing, and you don't want your bones to be found all over by some grave robber, or to be dug up by a mole and then gnawed by a mutant dog, right? As a result, cemeteries in Bunker City are becoming less and less expensive and even more expensive, to the point that they have become a luxury. Harold asked tentatively, twitching his face.

"So? Those bastards think Gecko is a good place to be? Used as a cemetery? Xian nodded helplessly.

"The current price of the cemetery in Bunker City is already a bit terrifying, and only a very small number of people can afford to get a place of their own resting. As for those who don't have that much money and are even destitute, there is only one place where they end up, and that is a corner of the public cemetery near Gecko. Many people reject this fate, not wanting to end up with Fallout and ghouls forever, but the world doesn't always give people a lot of choice. Andy was amazed at what they were living and dying in the wild East, and in the far west of the West Coast, people were still worried about where to be buried after death.

A cemetery can be worth a thousand dollars. Harold cursed under his breath, a little dissatisfied with the fact that the city he once led had become a cemetery area.

"Bunker City, those goddamn slippery skins! They've always been like this, selfish! If they could blame the problem on someone else, they would never think about other possibilities. There are still bastards who are not satisfied with the burial there? It's like Gecko should be used as a graveyard! We also don't welcome dead slippery skin polluting our turf! He vented his emotions for a while, and finally sighed helplessly.

"That's it... I'm no longer the lord of the city, and perhaps for my successor, this is a last resort, and the power that Bunker City has is not comparable to that of our small group of wrinkled brothers. Those guys are really good at arranged, and it's a good idea to stuff corpses and ghouls in the same place, isn't it? Hmph...."Andy listened for a while, and had a certain initial understanding of the situation somewhere in New California, but the more he listened, the more curious he became.

"Harold, I'd like to ask you some questions. Why did you leave Gecko back then? Is something bad happening? And why do you say that about the people of Bunker City? It sounds like they're pretty good, and while Gecko's energy is important to Bunker City, they don't rely on violence to control everything. Harold snorted coldly, dissatisfied with Andy's opinion.

"Hey... Old Harold doesn't look good right now, but it's not for me to brag that if Gecko hadn't started running the game in time, it would have fallen apart like many other ghoul colonies in the wasteland, and the inhabitants would continue to wander around the wasteland. I understand how to bring people together, how to run the old equipment, and most importantly, how to organize and handle everything inside and out. His big eyes looked at the sky, and he seemed a little melancholy.

"At that time, the relationship between us and Bunker City was tense to death, due to some equipment failures, and the nuclear contamination created by Gecko City affected the safety of Bunker City's water supply. It's not that I can't understand their thoughts, some of the extremist ghouls in New California have done some horrible things in the past, but that doesn't prove that we're deliberately trying to poison them with radiation, does it? Harold was indignant when he brought it up.

"I was hoping to resolve the misunderstanding through communication, but the messenger I sent to Bunker City was shot dead by the guards there before he could speak! Those guys unilaterally insist that we are all terrible extremists, because of what? Is it just because of looks? Damn slippery! Andy felt a bit too much when he heard this, but if he lived in an isolated city, and because of the influence of internal gossip, he had a hatred for those ugly guys who didn't look much like Harold, and he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't follow the crowd and support the indiscriminate elimination of any DpeerCity residents he saw.

"And then? In the case of the strings, it seems that the relationship between Gecko and Bunker City is not bad? Harold was stunned for a moment, and then spoke of a person.

"At that time.... We are at a critical juncture, and everyone is talking about what to do with it. But the guy just barged in, and then he didn't care and talked to me about it. Since that guy didn't see us and shoot, I told him that he would bring a message to Bunker City and let those guys understand that we didn't mean to poison them with radiation, and that we could even benefit each other. ”

"He's done a good job, the guys in Bunker City have finally got their heads out of their heads, and all the problems have been solved. But things are also getting boring .... In the past, Gecko didn't have anyone who knew how to run a nuclear power plant, so I was very critical at the time, but then Bunker City sent a lot of experts, and they were all technically better than me. I.... I didn't think there was any need to stay there anymore, for me, my favorite thing was to wander the wasteland, and it was not my desire to be a city lord for the rest of my life, so I left there on my own initiative. Harold looked at the strings, and the moonlight made his green body shine.

"I'm glad to hear that Bunker City has at least left a place for my old fellows, but it's not surprising to me, the inhabitants there have a general Vault dweller's character, which you probably don't quite know. The guys who have lived in the shelter for a long time always have a sentimental trait of restlessness, they have an absolutely pacifist attitude in their normal state, they are indifferent to everything outside and are not willing to do anything superfluous... This also includes sending people to occupy Gecko City. ”

"But on the other hand, this kind of personality of those guys also leads to their xenophobia and sometimes extremist style, and the residents of Bunker City always think highly of themselves. If their leaders incite them, then they will brainlessly follow these winds and do anything terrible, just as they used to refuse to communicate with us when they suspected us of nuclear contamination, and even kill any ghoul they saw. Tank Brain drank all his Coke, tossed the bottle aside, and asked casually.

"That bunker city you're talking about.... When I heard the name, I thought it must have something to do with the Vault-Tech Vault, and you did say that those guys were indeed from the Vault, the California project..... I guess it's probably Vault 8, right? Harold Chord looked at the cylinder in amazement.

"You're right, but how do you know that? You've never been to New California, have you? The deep smile didn't explain much.

As one of the former senior scientists of the Great Dome, he has been involved in many scientific research projects, some of which are strange projects with national backgrounds, which were created by some unspeakable group in conjunction with the defense contractor of Vault Technologies, and the relevant information is top secret, and he happened to have seen some of them.

Most of the Vaults are simply Cave of Playing Humans, known as the so-called Experimental Vaults, and the few normal Vaults are designed to protect the inhabitants in the event of a major war and to allow the inhabitants of the Vault to rebuild their homes after the world is reduced to a wasteland.

The only control shelter in California was Vault 8.