Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 181 Do You Hate Him?
"Knight Commander... Let's use the radio channel to ask for help, the brothers really can't hold on anymore!" A Templar knight wiped the sweat off his face, raised his head and said to the foggy eyes.

But Foggy Eyes just shook his head. If you use the public world broadcasting channel to ask for help... what you are waiting for may not be the reinforcements from the Mutual Aid Society, but those big consortiums who regard the Mutual Aid Society as a thorn in their side, and the real reinforcements are even more likely in On the way, he was attacked by the enemy.

Persevering will definitely lead to annihilation of the entire army. These zombies cannot be killed at all. Moreover, with the fierce battle going on, more and farther zombies are still being attracted continuously.

At present, there is still a glimmer of hope, which is to find a way to break out!

Looking at the zombies all over the mountains and plains with foggy eyes, to be honest... the chance of success is not much higher than winning 500 million lottery tickets in the old days...

But it's better than waiting here to die.

For some reason, Foggy Eyes suddenly thought of the heretic he led people to surround in the radiation zone a few days ago. He had no idea, and not long after, he stood in the position of the besieged.

"Everyone, pay attention to ammunition and supplies, and get ready to break through!" Wuyan ordered loudly. Hearing this sentence, everyone's expressions were shocked. They knew exactly what breaking out meant--this Among dozens of people, there may not be one person who can return to the city of steel alive.

"Light and heavy machine guns cover, the others bring all the ammunition, throw away all the cumbersome things, prepare grenades and melee weapons, we will inevitably fight these monsters hand-to-hand sooner or later!" Fog Eye continued, jumping from the roof at the same time He got down, dragged out an ammunition box from the back seat of an off-road vehicle, and kicked it away—it was full of "God's Punishment I" fragmentation grenades produced by Steel City.

The gap in guns in the City of Steel is not too big, so the first thing Mutual Aid will repair is a few production lines for manufacturing ammunition, and a player who was an engineer used the scrap metal that can be found everywhere in the City of Steel to process these. A special fragmentation grenade named "God's Punishment Type [-]".

The internal filling of God's Punishment [-] grenade is irregular sharp metal fragments and high explosives. Apart from the shortcomings of unstable power due to the charge problem, the metal fragments flying around during the explosion are enough to tear F-level mutant creatures The skin, and when dealing with zombies, it exploded into a large piece.

Before the zombies were outside the throwing range of the grenade, these boxes of grenades were useless, but now they still had to rely on the power of these grenades to break through.

Foggy Eyes grabbed three grenades and stuffed them into the pocket of his tactical vest, and several nearby Templars also leaned over, and each of them got a few grenades.

The vehicles that can still be driven in the toll booth include a pickup truck, an off-road vehicle, two modified vans with steel plates and barbed wire welded on the outside, and an SUV-in the wasteland, the most common and most comfortable car in the old days is instead The type of vehicle that is least liked by players has no other reason-the space of the car is too small, it is not easy to be hit, and its adaptability to the road is not very good.

There are five vehicles in total, but there are nearly a hundred players in the toll booth, that is to say, almost half of them will need to break through on foot...

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The camera turns back to the city of steel, the southern area of ​​the military port, the cathedral, the second floor.

"That is to say, since that night, you have been locked in this room by Saman, and you have never gone out?"

Yinfei nodded: "Well, only the bishop has the key to the door... If... if the bishop... wants... wants... wants me, he will come to my room by himself... ... There is a separate bathroom in the room, and food and drinking water are usually sent in through the opening of the door."

There is indeed a small movable door on the door of Yinfei's room, which is just big enough to allow a tray to go in and out - but this design inexplicably reminds Qi Lin of the detention centers and prisons in the old days.

"Then when does he usually come to you?" Qi Lin continued to ask.

"...I don't know...it depends on Master Saman's mood. Sometimes he will come several times a day, and sometimes he won't come once for several days..." Although Yin Fei's face was turning red, her voice was soft. It sounds like mosquitoes, but the words are quite clear.

"Then when was the last time he came and how long has he been with you?"

Regarding this question, Yinfei hesitated shyly for a long time before muttering: "The last time was yesterday evening, and I didn't leave until early this morning... I, I took a shower, went offline to eat, and then Go online, just, just..."

"You just met me, didn't you? Tsk, from evening to early morning, this old thing has good physical strength—" Qi Lin noticed that there was still a faint strange smell in the air in the room, and he hadn't reacted to it yet. Now that Yinfei said this, he could tell that it was the volatile smell after the mixed bodily fluids of men and women.

Being ridiculed by Qi Lin, Yin Fei lowered her head deeply, her gaze stayed on the messy bed sheet. However, in this way, several unsightly marks on the bed sheet just entered her line of sight , making her more ashamed.

After five or six minutes, seeing that Qi Lin stopped asking questions, Yin Fei, who had recovered a little bit of normalcy, mustered up her courage, raised her head slightly, and looked at Qi Lin who was pacing back and forth in the bedroom.

"You... are you going to... assassinate the Bishop?"

"Why, if I say yes, are you planning to stop me?" Qi Lin glanced at her.

"No, no..."

"Then you are in love with that old man?" Qi Lin tilted his head. Although this seems ridiculous, it is not impossible-after all, as long as you know that there is another term called "Stockholm Syndrome".

"How could it be! I, how could I—"

"Then do you hate him?"

This time, Yin Fei was silent.

After a long time, she said with some uncertainty: "I... I don't know... Although, at the beginning, I really hated the bishop, I hated his atrocities, his torture and imprisonment... But, later I I think, I can't escape anyway... In this world, there are many women like me who have a much worse life outside than me... On the contrary, here, at least I can live comfortably... I don't have to worry Someday the mutated creatures will break into my residence at night..."

While talking, Yinfei suddenly sobbed, and her thin shoulders shrugged.

Qi Lin was a little dumbfounded. This was indeed a situation that he hadn't considered before——Infei, as a girl with a higher education and insisted on atheism, and in addition to being subjected to Saman's atrocities, it is naturally impossible for the Faith Mutual Aid Association What kind of bullshit God and nonsense dogma - but, this is such a person, but said that she does not hate QJ her Bishop Saman, but is still used to the current life...

Qi Lin thought about it, and it seemed that there was something wrong... In this era, it is common for women to exchange their bodies for survival resources. From this perspective, Yinfei is a very lucky guy...

It seems that if this is announced, it will not be evidence of the crimes of the Mutual Aid Society... On the contrary, it may attract a large group of women who think they are pretty to rush into the door of Saman's bedroom.

However, Qi Lin still found a key breakthrough - even if Yinfei doesn't dislike the current life, as long as his younger brother who is now the captain of the knight is not a purebred beast, he will never tolerate his sister In order to survive, he became one of the many playthings of an old man with a magic stick—and all Qi Lin had to do was... just push that younger brother gently behind him.

(End of this chapter)