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Click. All 30 rounds of ammunition were emptied. The G11 flipped a button, and the 3D printer inside the IMR assault rifle quickly produced new ammunition.

At this time, 9 also drove around the corner. She lightly stepped on the brakes to let G11 and 416 come up quickly.

G11 and 416 quickly got into the car. 9 stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, knocking away an enemy who was shooting at the car window, and drove crookedly towards the territory of the Van Graff family.

"Come to think of it, G11, didn't you say you wanted to spend a lot of money in Liberty City? There's no way to spend money in this damn place!" 416 took out a new magazine from the seat and put it into the bag.

"How could I have known Liberty City would be like this? No wonder the Commander got out before we even reached the gate! No wonder he reacted so strangely when he heard us clamoring to go to Liberty City!" G11 was also a little put off by the warm welcome from Liberty City. How dare this shabby place call itself the jewel of the Mojave?

"Is it true? I mean, is it possible? This place is pretty good in the entire Mojave. This is the world 200 years after the nuclear war. At least there are still many people moving around here." 9 drove the car away from the area of ​​the gunfight.

"I feel like it's no different from when we were digging for survival in the slums. It's just that our strength and equipment have become much stronger, while the enemy hasn't improved much. But even a place like that would be called a Green Zone." 416 reminisced a little about the past.

After 9 left the scene of the shootout, 45 advanced quickly through the shadows between the ruins. The humans surrounding the car made no effort to conceal their footsteps, and 45 easily circumvented these hurried people, weaving between buildings.

The floors and ruins, impassable for humans, could not stop 45's advance. This area must have once been a residential area, but the numerous collapsed buildings had transformed it into a three-dimensional maze. Some homeless people had slipped through the cracks in the collapsed wall panels and built their own cozy nests deep inside.

Some people found a relatively intact building complex and settled there. Looking over, I could see that the buildings had been connected by a series of metal plates and steel pipe bridges, creating sky lofts to expand the living space. Outside, these buildings were sealed off from the outside world by fine wire mesh.

45 continued forward, passing through several ruins before arriving at the door of the building. She had located the building with remarkable accuracy. The 416's firing had been almost non-stop, firing bursts at the balcony. The sound of bullets hitting the concrete wall could be heard overhead.

No one was visible below the building, but after 45 amplified the pickup module, he could still hear the murmur of voices and movement inside. All normal access points around the building were blocked by various garbage, and there was only one way in.

Judging from the sounds, there should be four armed men downstairs, and their location is unclear. But at least now 45 is sure that the sniper has not escaped, otherwise the people here would have disappeared long ago.

45 She checked the strength of her arms and fingers, then jumped straight onto the third-floor balcony. She grabbed the handrail and climbed upwards with all her might, reaching the adjacent balcony on the fifth floor in no time.

Not every force can hire a professional sniper for this job. The fate of this sniper is more important than the force that hired him. This intelligence is more important than his life.

"...I'm waiting! I have to wait! Don't rush me. You know sniping and I know sniping? Listen carefully, that woman's shooting is very accurate, I have to rearrange... Damn, why is the signal not working again? No, you are pretending not to hear it, right? I tell you, Benny, you'd better give me the money tomorrow. Do you think I'm one of those thugs from the Khan Gang and I can get away with it easily? Don't think that no one dares to touch you just because you have the president's support." After he said that, he turned off the walkie-talkie fiercely and moved to another position with the sniper rifle.

45 heard the sniper's cursing voice. He was hit by 416's accurate shooting and could not snipe effectively. He could only keep moving his position and then start blocking fire again.

Well, Benny, the president is helping. This Benny needs to be investigated later. First, organize it into data and give it to the commander to decide. 45 Save these voices,

As for you, there's no need for you to live. 45 hid in the back of a room, and when the sniper hurried past the door, she rushed out with force.

The force of the humanoid smashed the centuries-old wooden door. The sniper outside the door only had time to turn his head before 45's dagger touched his neck.

Puff! The sharp tip pierced the sniper's neck, neatly severing his trachea, artery, and vocal cords. 45 pinned the sniper against the wall and swung the dagger, slicing his neck completely open. Blood spurted from the artery and splattered against the wall on the other side of the corridor. 45 ducked slightly, trying not to get the blood on himself.

"Huh—ho—!" The sniper struggled mightily, trying to pry 45's fingers apart with his arms, but he lacked the strength of a humanoid. After less than half a minute of desperate struggle, he finally died from excessive blood loss.

"I've taken care of it. Have you guys made it to the store yet?" 45 asked 9.

"Don't worry, Sister 45! We've entered Van Graff's territory! The people here look normal. Except for a guy at the door who wanted to rob us, we didn't encounter any problems!" 9's voice came from the voice channel.

It looked like the mission had gone smoothly. 45 wiped his knife clean and scurried down from the fifth-floor balcony to reunite with the rest of Team 404.

154 Team 404 bravely enters the free city (Part )

The Van Graff family is a well-known gang in NCR. Their activities predate even the founding of NCR.

But times have changed, and the stable environment of the West Coast has gradually become unsuitable for gang activities. This organization decided to move before being completely defeated by the NCR, and the branch in Liberty City is their bridgehead.

After several years of operation, relying on the unreasonable firepower of plasma weapons and laser weapons, the Van Graff family successfully occupied a good store with a "Silver Shock" sign, and burned all the original people to ashes.

The Elvis Presley Gang, who claimed to maintain order in the entire Liberty City, didn't say a word. They just came over, said a few words, and ran back to their own territory without looking back.

Thus, Liberty City gained a new gang that traded in energy weapons. Their weapons were sold at ridiculous prices, but for something as rare as energy weapons, any high premium was worth it.

The Graf family's hawkers stood on the street with huge signs hanging on their bodies and shouted to the street.

"If you want the best energy weapons, then Silver Shock is the first choice! We only provide the best service! If you want to burn all your enemies to ash, then Silver Shock is the way to go!"

The salesman shouted a slogan that would infuriate anyone with the advertising copy. However, in Liberty City, or even in the entire Mojave region, this was the only store that openly sold energy weapons. The Van Graff family probably didn't need to put too much effort into this area.

The hawker, tired of shouting, decided to sit down and rest. He had just taken a few sips of water when he heard the sound of an unfamiliar engine in the distance. He frowned, then stood up and looked into the distance.

Blinding high beams pierced the darkness as a rammed-out SUV swooped down from the end of the road. Pedestrians hurriedly got out of the way, fearing they would be hit and killed.

A car? A working car? The salesman rubbed his eyes. He'd seen many broken cars, but few that actually worked. "This must be the car that made such a splashy entrance into town today," he said. "It looked like it had been ambushed." It was completely unexpected.

The car stopped in front of him, the front window was rolled down, and a girl with long gray hair stuck her head out from inside.

"Hey! It's you! You just said the best energy weapon here is the Silver Shock, right?! I swear, we came here to buy guns! And we want to buy the best guns! Hey! What are you looking at? Have you never seen a robot?" G11 shouted at the salesperson very arrogantly.

"What? Robots?" The Van Graff salesman looked G11 up and down. "Where's the robot element in you? What's this new Mojave buzzword?"

"Never mind that. We need to buy guns! How do we get to your store? Listen up, I've got some big business!" G11 grabbed a large bag of bottle caps from his seat and shook it around, producing a pleasant jingling sound. "Our boss insists we buy Van Graff's weapons! He says they're the best! Listen up, we're not short of money!"

The jingling of bottle caps brought the salesman back to his senses. These weren't just customers; they were a bunch of wealthy tycoons!

"Follow me, I'll lead the way!" The salesman ignored his job and got down from the stage, driving the SUV towards Silver Impact's store.

The guard at the Silver Impact gate saw his friend approaching with a car, seemingly unsure of what was going on. He silently raised his plasma weapon.

"Simon! Simon! Look! Big customer! Wake up the boss! This is a big deal!" The hawker shouted on the street, asking the guard at the door to wake the man up quickly.

Several diligent guards heard the hawker's voice and pushed open the door and walked out, just in time to see the car approaching. They let Simon go in to call for help, while they stood guard at the door with guns in hand, watching the car in front of them with great vigilance.

There was no special reason, it was just that their family had been cheated by similar situations before.

In the past, someone disguised himself as a rich man and hid a pistol to sneak in, and tried to assassinate his boss. Fortunately, the brother at the door had sharp eyes and saw that the other person had a weapon hidden in his pocket, so no major disaster happened.

Although those who drive the cars are all very powerful guys, it doesn't mean that powerful guys will not rob each other.

"What an impressive aura! Is this a welcoming ceremony?" G11 looked at the plasma weapons in the guards' hands and nodded vigorously.

Look at these plasma weapons. Although they look a bit strange, since these humans dare to fight with them, it means that they are at least reliable weapons.

As long as it is reliable, it is better than those unreliable things of Sangvishes.

"Excuse me, ladies. If you want to go into the store to shop first, you need to disarm all weapons, or only take the equipment you purchased from our store. Also, this... car, please find a place to stop." The guard patted a female member next to him and asked her to search him.

"Okay, I'll take care of things here..." G11 was about to get out of the car when 416 in the back seat grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back into the car.

"What are you doing? Did you make the boss angry? Look at your behavior. Stay in the car and watch over the car carefully." 416 scolded G11 who was angry. She left behind the guns, grenades and knives on her body and got out of the car carrying two bags of coins and banknotes.

The gang members were stunned when they saw the exoskeleton armor on Team 404. Although they didn't know what it was, the skeletons that moved in sync with the arms looked very high-tech and full of technical content.

"What are you wearing? Is this power armor? Are you from the Brotherhood of Steel?" said one of the gang members.

"No, we..." 416 reviewed the mission information, checking what he could and couldn't say. "Our boss is trying to negotiate with the Brotherhood of Steel. I can't reveal anything else. This suit is for aiming. It helps you shoot very accurately. It was given to us by the boss."

If these people were well-informed, they would have known the vehicle was under attack and the sniper was suppressed. Anyway, I'm using the exoskeleton suit to explain why my shooting is so good. I can't just claim I'm an accurate shooter. 416 gave himself a thumbs-up for his cleverness.

"I see. I understand." The female gangster searched her body quickly and made sure there were no extra weapons inside or outside.

There were no regular parking spaces nearby, so 9 parked the car directly on the sidewalk.

"G11, stay here." 9 pinched G11's face and went downstairs carrying the other money bags.

"Wow, my show-off moment, me, my RICH moment! All gone~" G11 sat in the cab with a gun in his arms and a sad face.

This guy was just brought out for fun, right? The Silver Shock guards all thought so, and it was very likely that someone from a big family sent this naughty kid here to broaden his horizons, and ended up being unable to deal with the people who were doing the work.

"She will be safe here. No one dares to rush into our family's territory." The guard said, and invited 9 and 416 with the money bags into the store.

Inside the shop, the Graf siblings, who were in charge of coordinating everything, had already dressed and come down. Judging by their impatient, flushed faces, it was obvious they were being called out while doing something serious.

"You guys better have a real fucking deal." The man said in a rough tone. He looked very tough and looked like he would shoot at any time if he was unhappy.

"You are most sincerely welcome to Silver Impact. Huh~~ha~~Is there anything you want to buy? We have goods ranging from a few hundred bottle caps to a few thousand. But if you just pretend to buy a couple of pistols, it won't be much fun." The woman was relatively smoother, but she also looked a little annoyed.

"Get your quote first. Whatever weapons you have, what's the price?" 416 said, placing the bags she and 9 were carrying on the ground. The crisp sound of bottle caps perked up the siblings.

"It's really a big deal. So you drove the car with so many bottle caps, speeding across the Mojave Wasteland, without anyone noticing, and ran here without being discovered. Your driver is really amazing." The woman praised.

"It's just that our cars are better, but our drivers are not very skilled. If the goods here are good, we will come to this city again." 416 made it clear that this could be a long-term contract.

"Hmm...it's too early to talk about that. Come, let me introduce the weapons here one by one. You're sure to like them." The woman simply skipped the probing part. The other party was an emerging force coming to buy in bulk. So, let's sell this batch of goods first and talk about other things later.

Whether they used it to kill NCR soldiers or Caesar's Legion was irrelevant. Neither the NCR nor Caesar's Legion could send enough infiltration personnel to deal with this highly powerful weapons dealer.

The NCR dared not, and could not, gather troops in Liberty City to prepare for an attack, as this would violate the treaty with Mr. House. Caesar's Legion simply did not have the numbers or the weapons to do so.

Led by the female boss, 416 and 9 took a look at the weapons here and roughly understood the actual business situation here.

Silver Shock sells both laser and plasma weapons. The batteries used and the prices vary depending on the type of weapon.

Laser pistols, laser rifles, laser submachine guns, laser Gatling guns. These equipment were arranged from cheap to expensive, and the ammunition used ranged from micro-nuclear batteries to medium-sized nuclear fusion batteries, and even large fusion batteries that were carried on the back and connected to the laser Gatling gun by a cable.

Plasma weapons are similarly categorized, ranging from handballs to rifles, industrial plasma launchers, and plasma gatsby.

The difference was that the plasma ammunition used by plasma weapons was very expensive compared to nuclear batteries. The weapon modified from an industrial plasma launcher and the plasma Gatling gun had been sitting there for years, and no one had ever bought them.

In addition to these shiny new weapons, there are also a large number of second-hand energy weapons. Some desperate people who need bottle caps or have run out of energy ammunition will come in and sell their weapons.

The condition of these weapons is generally not very good. The guns have not been maintained and have been scarred by the years. Many parts of the structure have become loose and there are some poor connections.

The Van Graff family bought these half-scrapped guns at a price below the market price, then repaired the broken parts a little bit and put them on the table to sell at two or three times the purchase price.

At present, the most common weapons in this store are a large number of second-hand and third-hand laser pistols and plasma guns in poor condition.

Despite the steep price, this shop is the best place in the Mojave for energy weapons. Most of the time, even if you show it to someone, they won't buy it. Most people can't afford expensive plasma ammunition, and most of the time, 9mm and 10mm pistols are enough for daily combat in the wasteland.

Only those who frequently engage in intense combat have the need and financial resources to purchase energy weapons, and these people mostly only hang out in Liberty City.

And in Liberty City, we are the only one that runs an energy weapons store. You can buy if you want or not, get out of here. If you come to me and ask for an explanation, I will show you what my mouth made of laser and plasma can say.

"...So, look at this graceful line and the rigid plasma separator. This is the most advanced technology, even before the war. Have you seen this optical chip? It is hand-polished with maximum precision. So, have you decided what you want?" After introducing the goods in the store, the female boss looked at 416 who had been quiet all the time and 9 who had a lot of body movements.

Most guests would be confused by her scientific and technological jargon, then stop talking nonsense because of the powerful weapons, and leave with empty pockets and a battery-powered weapon.

Of course, this family has also engaged in shoddy things, and some people have indeed spent a lot of money to buy weapons with battery covers that don't snap on or laser power that is too low. But there is no way around it, you buy second-hand goods, so you have to face these problems.

In short, this family is targeting people who know nothing but to pull the trigger. The female boss thinks this time it should be a sure thing.

Well, I don't understand the technology in this area. I only know how to shoot, so it's useless to tell me about optical technology and other things.

416 could only try to send the scanned data to Oasis. However, Oasis was also fully booked at the moment, so no one could provide any useful reference.

"They're all stamped caps anyway, so why bother? Just buy them all." The diligently working agent said this directly.

That makes sense. 416 could never bring herself to be a wealthy dog ​​owner; this identity really made her feel uncomfortable.

"Anyway, let's get one of each new weapon first. Yes, I'll buy that industrial plasma weapon and the two machine guns, and dozens of each type of ammunition. You can calculate how many bottle caps these will cost. I have other things in this bag, so you'll have to have someone check it for a while." 416 pointed at the pile of weapons in front of him very arrogantly.

The female boss scratched her head, did a quick calculation, and reported the numbers to 416. What a high-quality customer, she wanted everything without being picky or bargaining.

You are the best customer. I pay you and receive the goods, and once the goods are in your hands, I have nothing to do with you.

The boss immediately called a group of employees from outside, opened the bag on the spot, and started counting the huge number of bottle caps to see if they were enough.

155 Team 404 Bravely Enters the Free City (Part )

"Well, that's almost enough." The female boss said dizzily. The number of nearly ten thousand bottle caps and a pile of NCR currency is no joke.

In return, they received several well-made plasma and laser weapons, as well as a large number of batteries of various models.

These things are even enough to fight back and forth with the Brotherhood of Steel reconnaissance team, but that's just enough to fight back and forth. After all, the flesh body cannot withstand lasers and plasma, while the Brotherhood of Steel's power armor can withstand the laser of an entire nuclear battery.

"It's a pleasure to work with you. Madam, what's your name?"

"Just call me HK416. We will test this batch of weapons in actual combat after we send them back. If the results are good, we will come back to buy more." 416 did not shy away from his real name at all.

What a weird code name! It sounds like a gun. The boss muttered to himself, shook hands with 416, and respectfully sent these big customers out.

There is a bit of the idea of ​​robbing the thieves, but the boss of Silver Impact still understands the difference between a steady stream of income and a sudden one.

And just when the money was being counted, a younger brother came in to report the latest useful information around him.

A nearby car was ambushed by a group of people who didn't know how to live or die. The people in the car easily killed all the people who surrounded them and successfully escaped from the attack of snipers in the distance. Now this car and those people had just reached a deal with him.

The sniper was confirmed dead shortly afterwards, having been killed by a knife that cut his neck. The guards downstairs rushed up upon hearing the fighting, but they didn't catch a single enemy hair.

This kind of success also caused the boss of Silver Impact to give up the idea of ​​robbing the other party, and decided to make this deal first and then think about other things. They really didn't worry that the other party would buy weapons and then come back to attack them.

While these energy weapons are powerful, if a fight breaks out, there are plenty of guards here, all armed with plasma weapons. There are also several 25mm and 40mm grenade launchers in the warehouse ready to see the bloodshed.

If a fight really breaks out and the two sides reach a stalemate, they can just fire grenades at each other. Anyone using energy weapons to pick a fight will definitely be beaten into a panic by those with sniper rifles and grenade launchers. It's useless if you can't shoot accurately. I can just fire at the street.

After all, none of the energy weapons they sell have sights. If you rely solely on the built-in sights, you'll miss a single target even after a long time. Most people can't even aim at anything from hundreds of meters away, but grenades aren't that much of a problem.

Furthermore, one of the awkward aspects of energy weapons is that their attack range decays significantly. Whether it's a plasma ball or a laser, its power diminishes after a distance of more than a few hundred meters.

Plasma will continue to be consumed in the air, and lasers will be blocked by a lot of messy things.

A big reason why energy weapons are popular is that most battles in the wasteland are at very close range. Within a range of one hundred meters, energy weapons are still more useful than live ammunition weapons.

After thinking about it, the female boss stopped thinking about those trivial things and decided to be a good person today.