Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 230 Garbage Mountain

Qi Lin outlined the infiltration route on the brain, and then shared the data with Wuyan, Cheng Yanqiu and others.

During the infiltration process of the seven of them, each of them must ensure a distance of about 30 to [-] meters. At this distance, the target can be made less obvious, and any person in the team can get a timely response when they encounter the enemy. support.

Without further ado, no one knows when the missile attack on the aircraft carrier will come. After confirming the route, everyone only took 3 minutes to check the equipment on their bodies, and then embarked on this "one-way journey" deep behind the enemy's rear. journey".

The difficulty of this plan can be described as a road of no return. Even if Qi Lin and the others succeed, the survival rate after jumping into the sea is less than [-]%. Of course, for Qi Lin, as long as he is not killed before jumping into the sea, He is absolutely sure to swim back to the shore alive. After all, there is still a city waiting for him to take over. Lei Kui.

"I don't know where Lingoi's crazy loli went... If she was there, it should be a lot easier..." Qi Lin complained a little in his heart, and put a cylindrical silencer Screwed on the muzzle of the SCAR.

There are two requirements for infiltration operations, one is speed, and the other is concealment.

The seven people silently and quickly shuttled between the low houses. These houses are basically repaired from the damaged barracks of the old era, and are provided for ordinary mutual aid players to live in. At this time, there is either no one there, or That is, the doors and windows are closed, and there is almost no one outside.

After each player joins the Mutual Aid Association, his guns must be handed in. This is why the players Qi Lin met at the dock yard before only had cold weapons in their hands—except for the Knights Templar, ordinary Mutual aid players want to get guns, apart from finding ways to hide them or ask foreign players to buy them, the only way is for the Templars to distribute weapons to them when the mission is out.

Therefore, the team is not too worried about being attacked by cold guns in the residential area-the Templars are basically fighting with the large forces of the Consortium Alliance on the other side, and those foreign players with weapons don't run far away The only thing was that they were forced to join the battle group. At this time, this relatively dead residential area became the safest place.

Qi Lin and the others are all in light equipment, except for the main weapon and explosives, they basically carry nothing else. They even leave food and drinking water behind. The only heavy weapon is Qi Lin's individual magnetic door. The purpose of the rail gun is to get to the bridge as soon as possible before the missile is launched.

"Here we are, this is the garbage mountain!"

Walking out of the residential area, Qi Lin suddenly felt a bright light in front of him—this is an open area with a depth of two kilometers. There are more than a dozen garbage mountains of different sizes and sizes in the open space, and Qi Lin can even feel it. I realized that there is still faint radiation coming from these garbage mountains.

"There are nuclear waste in these rubbish, those trash guys can really stay..." Qi Lin sighed in his heart for those stubborn trash players who have been in this environment all year round, and quickly ran to a Under the garbage mountain closest to the edge of the residential area.

After confirming that there was no mutual aid player around, he blew his whistle, and the other six people immediately got out of six different alleyways and gathered under the garbage mountain.

"The radiation is a bit strong in this place..." Cheng Yanqiu frowned, took out an anti-radiation tablet from his pocket, broke off half of it, threw it into his mouth, and handed the remaining half to the big man behind him.

"Compared to this strange smell, I think the radiation can be tolerated." Qi Lin's words are true. For other players, the radiation that they are afraid to avoid, in Qi Lin's view, belongs to his territory. Being in the radiation environment, not only did he feel no discomfort, but he also felt warm and full of strength.

"Here, use this." Cheng Yanqiu glanced at Qi Lin, then took out a small round metal box from his pocket, opened the lid, and inside was a paste-like black substance similar to cooling oil.

"Just what?"

"A practical gadget, put it under the nose." Cheng Yanqiu said.

Qi Lin tried to dip a little bit with his fingers, and wiped it on the face under his nose. Immediately, the strange smell on the garbage dump was immediately dispelled by a strong and spicy mint smell.

Moreover, the effect of this ointment is more than that. The smell goes straight to the brain along the nasal cavity, which instantly makes Qi Lin tremble, and even the vision in front of him seems to be a little brighter.

"This thing has some 'additives', don't use too much, it will be addictive." Cheng Yanqiu said, and asked others to apply a little bit, and put away the metal box again.

Qi Lin naturally knew what the "additives" Cheng Yanqiu was talking about were proper illegal drugs in the old days, but they were the same as stimulants and marijuana. Alcohol and tobacco are common.

"How?" Cheng Yanqiu continued to ask, since Qi Lin possessed extraordinary eyesight without any auxiliary equipment, therefore, in this infiltration operation, the forward position naturally fell on his shoulders.

"There is no one here at the garbage dump, but there is a small group of Templars at the exit. There are not many people, about fifteen to sixteen, and two power armors. I don't know what they are doing there." Qi Lin said.

"So much?" Cheng Yanqiu was taken aback, raised his F2000 assault rifle, and looked in the direction of Qi Lin's finger with the [-]x scope that came with it.

At the end of the dump was a low wall, which was originally a part of the shooting range. Behind the wall, a small group of heavily armed Templars were gathering there, and beside them, there were two tall "red guns". Dragon One" power armor.

"Why did these magic sticks appear here? Don't they go to support the front line?" The big man stepped on a pile of rusty metal garbage and asked in confusion.

Cheng Yanqiu shook his head slightly while looking at the players in the scope, "No, they're not here to support, they stopped here to wait for someone."

"Waiting for someone? Who are you waiting for? It can't be that he's waiting for us, right?" The big man was stunned, a little puzzled.

"Of course it can't be us...According to the information, the Mutual Aid Association is by no means monolithic, and the relationship between the four cardinals who control the four districts is by no means as harmonious as outsiders imagined—this group of Templars, It is likely to be the confidant team of the Cardinals of the Southern District, and they are guarding here, probably to intercept the Cardinals of the Western District who may retreat in this direction."

"That's right, they are Saman's people. The leader is called Hound, who used to be under Sendel." Misty Eyes, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said, and when he mentioned Saman, his tone It is full of hatred.

(End of this chapter)