At the end of the day, I bind the shelter's black technology roulette——
1 bottle cap for a Freeze Gun, 10 bottle caps for Power Armor!
"The Brotherhood wants to commandeer my plasma cannon?" I turned the ultimate roulette wheel with my backhand:
"Warning! Resources consumed: 1!"
When the steel airship covers the sky, the deathclaws crawl under their feet...
The terminal suddenly unlocks: [Administrator identity authentication passed]
"Your Excellency, President, welcome back to the 122nd Social Experimental Site"
(Wasteland farming + power game + black technology lottery, doomsday cool articles are coming!)
