Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 12 Rebels
Glancing at the expressionless soldiers, Qi Lin bypassed the conscription point and walked quickly into the material trading market.

If you become a soldier, you don’t have to continue playing in the death game “Rules of Wasteland Survival”. This may attract a lot of guys who are hard to sustain in the game——according to those people in the black market, the first day of the game There are at least a few hundred people who have used up the three resurrection opportunities. Those people were either cut off from the ration by the mastermind and squatted in the room waiting to die, or they refused to accept the protest and were arrested and thrown to the ground...

Although being exiled does not mean starving to death, but those who can die four times in the game on the first day, it is estimated that they will not live long in the real wasteland...

Playing games, or being cannon fodder, multiple-choice questions, but for those who are weak, the ending is basically the same.

Qi Lin didn't intend to apply for the recruitment. Although his marksmanship as a precise shooter was more than enough to be a sniper instructor in this day and age, but he didn't want to get too involved with the army.

No matter how strong a person's fighting power is, life and death on a battlefield with more than a thousand people is beyond his control. Qi Lin doesn't want to be killed by those rebels with guns he made.

As for "Wasteland Survival Rules"... Qi Lin suddenly discovered that this death game is actually quite fun.

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Due to the shortage of supplies, the price of canned food in the trading market has also risen a lot. Qi Lin spent a full fifteen resource points to buy three canned bacon from that fat man who looks like a butcher.

Looking at the trademark, the canned food is a pre-apocalyptic can of sardines. The surface of the tinplate still has a half-torn blackened trademark, but the inside is filled with pieces of fat and thin sliced ​​raw meat, and the surface of the raw meat is also sprinkled with coarse grains. salt flower.

"This price is not too expensive! The pigs in those pig farms can't be bought with money now! I have to ask for connections!" The big fat boss said loudly. Big customer", his attitude is definitely not bad.

Qi Lin looked at the cans in his hand that were no more than two hundred grams each, and said thoughtfully: "You mean the material crisis in the shelter next door?"

"That's not right! In the morning, there were those who wore gray leather. They forcibly collected a wave of canned food at a low price and said they were going to provide disaster relief? It's really Ge Laozi! In my opinion, it's better to let those people starve to death!"

The ones in gray leather are the derogatory names that the people in the refuge have for the "executors" who work for the managers and masterminds, as well as the army, because they all wear gray uniforms—the army is made of gray canvas for training uniforms, and the executives Or, a little vest over a gray flannel shirt with a badge on the back representing the department he works for.

Qi Lin didn't answer the fat boss's words, but carefully put the can into the tattered rucksack on his back, and tied it tightly with a hemp rope.

At this moment, a commotion broke out in a corner of the market. A short figure broke through the crowd and ran outside. Two seconds later, two executors also chased them out, shouting while chasing: "Seize That kid, the rebel!"

Rebels?Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, then he said, "I'll go and see what's going on," and ran over as well.

Vault 187 has not had a few real rebellions erupted, and most of those so-called rebellions were nothing more than spontaneous newspaper activities of people who were dissatisfied with their lives. It is a trap planned by the managers.

There was a sudden explosion in the market. There were screams from the trampled people, shouts of panic, and roars when they caught people stealing things in troubled waters, but more people cheered excitedly and made noise. There is no other reason, but because one of the executors shouted: "Catch that rebel, there will be a lot of rewards!"

Qi Lin also mixed into the "arresting brigade". He found that, except for the two executors and two soldiers, most of these people were dressed in tatters. If you can't even eat, you can try your luck. If you are lucky enough to get the bounty, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking for at least a period of time.

The little man in front was extremely flexible, and he was able to move around in the dense crowd of the market. It didn't take long before he ran to the edge of the market.

The material trading market in the neutral zone is a circular hall dug out of the hard rock, with a diameter of nearly one kilometer. There are countless searchlights hanging on the top of the rock wall for lighting, and the edge area is artificially dug out to extend in all directions. Some of the trails lead to the middle residential area, and some lead to several main tunnels in the slums.

The rebel looked back, and then got into a very narrow passage. Qi Lin saw that it was a road leading to a tunnel in a slum.

The rebels didn't carry backpacks, and they didn't have breathing masks on them. Entering the maze-like tunnel full of poisonous gas was almost the same as committing suicide. The pursuers looked at each other, and the faces of those without breathing masks suddenly became ugly. up.

Even if you go back to get it now, it is estimated that by the time you come back, the rebels will have been caught by others.

And those wearing breathing masks rushed towards the passage almost in a second. The entrance of the passage is very narrow, and only one person can enter at a time. No one is willing to let others seize the opportunity.

Qi Lin was the sixth to enter the passage. After walking through a passage that was more than 30 meters long, he entered a small room. At the end of the room was a damaged airtight door—the handle for opening the door was The person unscrewed it and threw it into the mechanical valve that pushed the metal door. In this way, when the entire door was closed, the internal parts would get stuck, causing the airtight door to fail to completely close, but not to fully open.

"You little bastard! If I catch him, I'll whip him more than a dozen times!" An enforcer in a gray uniform said bitterly. Qi Lin noticed the badge on his vest. It was a shield with two swords on it. Crossed swords——"Public Security Department", the only violent organization in the refuge other than the regular army, responsible for assisting the army in public security management, it is equivalent to the police before the end of the world, but the quality of these people is not as good as the police on a par.

"My lord, look... what should we do?" One of those people who came with him asked flatteringly.

"What else can I do! You guys, pry open the door for me! Damn, I'll have to make another trip to repair the airtight door! Damn him!" The executor cursed and directed several people, using A steel pipe violently pried the stuck airtight door open, and there were countless tooth-sick metal friction sounds inside the door. Just thinking about it with your heels, you can know how many precision parts were destroyed by this kind of violent door opening. under the law.

As soon as the airtight door opened, a suffocating stench floated in. Qi Lin and the others immediately took out their breathing masks and put them on... Almost all of these gases are harmful gases, and the concentration of carbon dioxide is terribly high. A few sips and you'll be in a coma.

The executor obviously forgot to wear a breathing mask. He covered his mouth and nose, looked at the deep tunnel, and then said with some disgust: "I think the rebels can't run far, just go and find the body, of course , the rewards for returning with corpses are not so much as those who caught alive!"

After speaking, he quickly turned around and left. The air here is no longer suitable for human beings to breathe.

The rest of the people were all wearing huge breathing masks, and no one could see the expressions behind the masks. Qi Lin nodded at them and said: "There are many branches in the tunnel ahead, one for each person, and no one will grab anyone else. Yes, everything depends on luck, how about it?"

"I have no opinion."

"I do not have either!"

"That's fine, I'll choose the one on the far left." As soon as Qi Lin finished speaking, a burly man yelled dissatisfiedly: "No, I like that one! Who knows if you saw that rebel going there?" After running away, I deliberately tricked us into choosing another fork in the road!"

"Then you go, I'll take the second route." Qi Lin nodded and said nonchalantly.

In fact, he deliberately "gifted" the first one to others. There will never be a shortage of suspicious guys like this strong man among the residents of the shelter. After that, he can choose the second one on the side seemingly at will.

As for the rebel, if his judgment is correct, he should have chosen the second fork on the left.

Naturally, it was impossible for Qi Lin to see which tunnel the rebels ran into, but there were many footprints on the ground, and a string of inconspicuous petite footprints caught Qi Lin's attention.

The footprints are very small, either a woman or a child, and judging from the figure of the rebel, it should be a child, and the footprints are different in depth, obviously because he couldn't control his pace during the panic escape. Combining these two points Look, that rebel, nine times out of ten, ran into the second fork in the road.

Several people who came after each chose their own path, Qi Lin also took out a small flashlight from his waist, and stepped into the second forked tunnel.

(End of this chapter)