The appearance of the Asian man is just a small episode of New Vegas, he may bring a little surprise to Ling Qi, or maybe he is just an inexplicable passerby. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Regardless, Ling Qi believed that he would forget about him soon, and only occasionally remembered when he performed that magical sword technique, he was far less important to Ling Qi than he thought.

It is impossible for the wail from the underground to penetrate dozens of meters of soil and appear on the ground, and Ling Qi, who was already sitting on the top floor of the Lucky Thirty-Eight Casino, had already begun to deal with serious affairs.

The damage of the battle, the destruction of the city walls, the reaction of the citizens, the traces of the enemy, all these disturbing things, Ling Qi, who is not good at it, has to force himself to adapt.

Sitting on the leather sofa with his legs crossed, he casually fiddled with the holographic scenes, various forms and materials projected on the PP boy.

With the help of Mr. Yes and Number Zero, even Ling Qi, who has managed only one department at most, can barely become a qualified leader in a city.

"The 652 General Mechanical Guards were lost, and about half of them could be recovered. The junior elite mechs lost 51 planes, and almost all of them were blown to pieces due to the focused attacks. Intermediate elite units lost 12, but they were all attacked by the aftermath of the explosion while defending the city, so they were basically repaired. There is no loss of high-level elite units. There was no loss of special units. ”

"Then there was the Mecha Legion, where three heavy mechs were destroyed, one of which was hit head-on by a rocket and almost completely destroyed. The other two were the result of a malfunction of the weapon system during the attack, resulting in the rifle bursting, and one of the pilots was severely injured. ”

Ling Qi silently looked at the intelligence information that Mr. Hao had sorted out, there was only simple data on the form on the homepage, and different colors were used to express different meanings, such as yellow characters were damaged, and red was completely damaged.

Of course, this table itself can be clicked on, linked to more specific information, and can be displayed on an overlapping basis.

Columns such as the loss of ordinary people, or the damage rate of the city wall, and the loss of property, are all swept away.

And how his henchmen and his henchmen have lost, and how much they have lost, he will carefully check the specific instructions.

The loss of mechanical units was even greater than he had imagined, and more than seventy percent of the mechanical units that were basically put into battle were destroyed.

As for the loss of the defenders, it was more before Ling Qi went to the city wall.

When Ling Qi went to the front line, in order to ensure his safety, all his interceptor missiles were activated, so almost no attacks could fall on the wall later.

Earlier, in order to save ammunition, interceptor missiles would not be launched unless the enemy bombarded them directly with miniature nuclear weapons.

Otherwise, for the general bombardment, those automatic sentinels would be resigned, and it is because of this that the gates of New Vegas will be blown into that virtue.

Thinking of the ammunition reserves, Ling Qi moved his gaze to the last column of the list, swept his eyes, and looked away.

No matter how much you control it, this inexplicable battle is fought, and the stock of various weapons and ammunition in New Vegas has been depleted by a small half.

According to the current ammunition reserves, Ling Qi had no hope of letting the Zero control ammunition depot self-detonate and blow up half of New Vegas into the sky.

He then paid attention to the battle damage of other units, including small and medium-sized mechs, and the "Viper" who was lame in the last leg due to greed.

Overall, the losses were acceptable, except for the fact that a lot of civilians died, and his remaining army could support at least three rounds of fighting of this scale without reorganization!

"On this scale..."

Ling Qi thought of the military appearance of the Enclave he had seen on the screen earlier, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.

Just as he expected, after his vigorous development of New Vegas, the back of the city would definitely bring down either the NRC or Caesar's legion, and counting their men at Hoover Dam, even if the two sides poured out of their nests and even formed an alliance, he dared to encourage a fight.

But you have to rely on a fairly prosperous city in a single state to confront those super forces that used to dominate, not to mention hitting stones with eggs, but also young eagles fighting lions.

Ling Qi leaned on the pillow, patted his forehead with his hand, and frowned deeply.

Soon, all the table images projected by the PP boy disappeared, and Mr. Yes appeared on the surface of the screen.

"Lynch, that kid down there is dying, do you want to spare his life. According to the information that has been tortured so far, the forces behind him have a close connection with the supergiant in the East. I think that keeping him may bring us some benefits in the future. If you're not sure, we can implant some control units in him, such as..."

"Did he ask about his kung fu and swordsmanship?"

Ling Qi lightly interrupted Mr. Hao's example, and asked a point that the other party knew he cared about, but from a rational and logical point of view, no matter how he calculated, he thought it was the least important.

"Eh~ asked out. Lynch, are you listening to me, is personal strength really that important to you as a leader?"

Mr. Hao seemed a little dissatisfied, but Ling Qi always felt that he was more like he was testing something.

Since it was unclear whether the Juggernaut had some kind of taboo about its existence, and Ling Qi himself wanted to retain a little mystery in front of this set of super data, although Mr. Hao Hao had repeatedly knocked on his origin, he had cleverly avoided the topic.

But at this time, Ling Qi felt the need to reveal a little.

"Definitely more important than you think. ”

Ling Qi replied like this, facing the thoughtful Mr. Hao on his arm, and added.

"Remember when you asked me if I have my own goals and missions, my answer is, yes. ”

"And the rewards I can get if I succeed and the punishment I will face if I fail are definitely not something you can imagine. Think of my knife, think of my separate space!"

Ling Qi felt that he had revealed enough, and Mr. Hao Hao might not have been able to guess the origin and identity of his "traverser" and "reincarnation", but this guess must be at the bottom of all possibilities, that is, the most illogical and the most unlikely.

The so-called as long as all the impossible is eliminated, the rest is the only possibility, even if it is impossible, this is nonsense.

If the only possibility can be ruled out, how many times should I have been wrong before?

The definition of "least likely" itself already means that this possibility has been logically denied countless times, and it takes more than simple reasoning to determine that it is true.

For example, the origin of Ling Qi, in Mr. Hao's logical calculation, there are at least thousands of possibilities. And to sift through thousands of the most ridiculous correct answers is as difficult as if he were going out of town to single out the Enclave and defeat them all at once.

What is needed is not just some extraordinary wisdom, but a vision of the truth, the guidance of fate, and illogical intuition.

Therefore, Mr. Hao never thought of using the method of elimination or inference to verify Ling Qi's identity, what he needed was a little hint from him, even if it was not honest enough!

Sure enough, after Ling Qi said this, Mr. Hao no longer bothered about his "not doing his job", but took the initiative to simulate the part of the torture message about fighting skills with a visual animation and show it to Ling Qi to watch.

After Ling Qi had gone through all the moves, he didn't get the cue of the master, so he had to give up his plan to do it overnight.

"If what you need is a way to improve your combat effectiveness, well... After excluding the assistance of high-tech equipment, there are ways to instantly increase combat effectiveness, so I still have some in my database. ”

"In addition, that person should have something to hide, and the skills he confessed could not have combined the damage effect he had previously exerted in battle. If you need those, I have a way to get him to spit it all out at the cost of his destruction. I think you should understand what this means. ”

Mr. Yes took the initiative to cooperate with Ling Qi, which made him feel that the exposure of some secrets was still worth the price.

"That's the best, don't care if he lives or dies, in fact, I didn't intend to stay alive. ”

"I don't care what kind of Big Mac is behind him, don't forget that this is California, not the East! Moreover, I don't actually have any plans to cooperate with the forces behind him at the moment, because I don't want to be the second NRC!"

Ling Qi's answer did not satisfy Mr. Yes, because he knew that with his and Zero's computing power, New Vegas would not be able to become another NRC, no matter who he worked with.

Just like he once boasted to Ling Qi, as long as he is willing, he can help Ling Qi make a comeback anytime and anywhere!

Mr. Yes believed that Ling Qi remembered everything he had said, so the man still had something to hide.

In the past, Mr. Yes didn't care about it at all, but for some reason, he has been hating Ling Qi's concealment more and more recently, as if he didn't treat him as his own!

Own...

Before Mr. Yes could recover from these three words, Ling Qi operated the PP boy autonomously, closed the information window, and switched to the real-time surveillance camera underground.

Although the PP Boy screen is small, if necessary, the image clarity can definitely surpass any so-called pre-war blockbuster, and it has a 3D projection function.

It's just that because the PP kid uses biological energy, that is, Ling Qi's life force to operate, although Ling Qi's physique doesn't care about the heavier load at all, Mr. Hao is still considerate to control the daily consumption within a range that a normal person can bear.

In the underground prison cell, the inhumanoid man who had been tortured was lying on the ground with no breath.

Ling Qi was glad that he had taken Veronica away in advance, he wasn't sure if the girl would like this kind of scene, probably wouldn't appreciate it.

He himself doesn't really like the poignancy of blood, at least outside of killing, and when he's calm, he doesn't get any pleasure from torturing others.

The screen was turned off, this time switching to a different cell, but unfortunately most of it was dark.

"By the way, didn't I say I'm going to destroy them all when we retreat, why are you..."

Ling Qi suddenly thought of this matter, and immediately asked suspiciously.