Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 238 The Snake and the Girl
However, despite this, Qi Lin still kept a low profile as much as possible. Not only did he hide the railgun in his backpack, but he even took off the relatively high-end tactical equipment on his body, and only carried a 56 that was quite worn out. -1 assault rifle in hand.

The 56-1 assault rifle is an old-fashioned assault rifle designed and produced by Huaxia nearly a hundred years ago. It is a copy of the most famous assault rifle in the world - "AK47". Submachine gun", using 56X1mm rifle bullets, exists as a fire support weapon in the squad.

Later, with the deployment of Type 81-1 assault rifles and Type 95 assault rifles, these retired "56 Chong" became the equipment of the Chinese militia. This gun can be found in some archived armories of old times.

I have to say about the reliability and durability of the AK series of equipment. It has been more than half a century since these weapons were produced, and they are usually neglected in maintenance, but they are still easy to use. Many players even think that, The weapons produced in those factories are simply shoddy, and they can't compare with these high-performance antique guns.

Take the LT-01 assault rifle produced by Thunder City itself as an example. Although it is also a rifle with an imitation AK structure, it is limited by the production conditions on the wasteland. The weapons produced in the Huaxia military factories in the old days were at best better than the AKs produced in small handicraft workshops in the Middle East and Africa. The failure rate was extremely high, and jamming and jamming were not uncommon.

Most of the weapons used by the private army of the Consortium Alliance attacking the City of Steel were new-generation rifles, and the last ones were modern firearms such as Remington ACR and AK12. Antiques like the Type 56 were hardly used by anyone.

Therefore, Qi Lin would not attract the attention of those Templars if he hung such a gun on the street.

Now, Qi Lin is standing at the foot of one of the three most prosperous streets in the Eastern District. It seems that this place has not been affected by the war that is close at hand. The only thing that has changed is that there are many players who look like mercenaries and hunters. Discussing the war in the West District in a joking tone.

There were even a few hunters from the non-mutual aid association, who opened the market with a smile on their faces, but what they bet on was not the outcome of the two sides, but whether the invaders could give the mansion of the protagonist in red in the West District to him before they were completely wiped out. hit it down.

After the panic and confusion at the beginning, the players also calmed down. After figuring out that the invaders were only a few thousand people, these people have completely ignored the troops of the Consortium Alliance.

Thousands of people, attacking a city of 10,000+ people, and in this city, excluding those foreign players who may not necessarily participate in the war, there are three to four thousand regular Templars alone, and seven to eight thousand "reserve knights". There are tens of thousands of people who can fight with weapons, and with a mountain-like super aircraft carrier at their back, none of the players in the city thinks that this battle of mutual aid will be defeated.

Even if a pig who knows nothing is helped to the commander's position, as long as the pig doesn't issue an order for everyone to surrender, it is impossible for the city of steel to be defeated by just a few thousand people.

Oh, no, even if this pig ordered everyone to surrender, those brainwashed fanatics would ignore its orders, kill all the intruders, and then make this pig into a delicious roasted whole pig.

I don't know which faction's old brain got into the water, but only sent such a small number of people to attack the city of steel. What's the difference between this kind of behavior and hitting a stone with an egg?
When Qi Lin passed by, he glanced at it and found that most of the players were unable to bet. In their opinion, a large number of power armor, hundreds of Templar knights, and thousands of temporarily armed Mutual Aid players were enough to resist the consortium. The pace of the alliance's private army's offensive has slowed down, not to mention that the cardinal in the west area has issued a reward for assisting in the defense. Under the temptation of a large number of resource points and benefits, many foreign players who had already gone to the east area, many They are all ready to go back and earn a generous bounty.

Qi Lin has no interest or time to participate in the players' gambling games. He pulls down his hood and lowers his head. His footsteps seem to be in a leisurely pace, but he walks at a very fast speed. Crucially, every minute of procrastination decreases the success rate of the entire plan.

Although in the eyes of those players who do not have a deep understanding of the battle situation, the private army of the Consortium Alliance is held back by the miscellaneous troops of the Mutual Aid Association, but Qi Lin knows the true combat effectiveness of the private army of the Consortium Alliance, which is definitely higher than that of the Knights Templar There were too many, if it wasn't for the fear of the missile attack on the super aircraft carrier, and deliberately slowed down the attack, otherwise, Lei Kui would have been standing in the mansion of the Cardinal in the West District by this time.

"Master, the nearest route is to turn left 20 meters ahead and go through that alley, but I heard something coming from the alley." Cooper's voice sounded in Qi Lin's ear, and now it plays the role of The role of a GPS navigator is exactly that.

"Sound? Is it an ambush?" Qi Lin's footsteps slowed down calmly.

"Probably not, there was a man's laughter, a man's shouting, and a girl's crying and begging for mercy." Cooper replied.

"Bullying? Robbery? Or rape?" Qi Lin hesitated for a moment, and finally walked to that alley—as long as it wasn't an ambush aimed at him, he didn't bother to bother, time was urgent, and the price of choosing a detour was Qi Lin's price. unaffordable.

As soon as he turned into the alley, Qi Lin saw a girl in a dirty plain white dress with tears on her face curled up in the garbage dump in the corner, surrounded by three men with fierce faces, One of them, while licking his chapped lips, played with a sharp knife in his hand.

In just a dozen seconds before Qi Lin stepped into the alley, Cooper had already analyzed the audio content and told Qi Lin everything that happened in the alley: This girl is a girl in the city of steel who only sells her body. The prostitute who exchanged for food, and these three big men are local snakes on a street in the East District. The cause of the dispute between the two parties seems to be caused by the girl's failure to hand in the protection fee in time.

"Brother Xu... I really don't have any points... I haven't received a call for several days... I got a business..." The girl lowered her head, shrunk her shoulders, and sobbed.

"No money? That's easy to handle, anyway, you're just a chicken, so I'll give you a few days to let my brother have a good time, how about it?" The big man playing with a knife said with a lewd smile.

"... Please... I... I can't..." The girl clutched her lower abdomen and shrank back.

Qi Lin noticed that there were obvious dried blood stains on the inner thighs of the girl, and some signs of pathological changes appeared on the originally smooth skin of the legs.

One of the three seemed to have noticed this too. He leaned close to the ear of the big man who spoke at the beginning, and whispered: "Boss, this little bitch seems to have contracted some disease... I'm afraid it's..."

"Sick? Radiation sickness?" The boss was taken aback, grabbed the girl's slender arm, pulled her over, and lifted the girl's skirt with the tip of the knife.

Except for this skirt, the girl had nothing on inside. With a cry of surprise, her private parts were exposed to their eyes.

"Tsk... it's all rotten to the point of pus, no wonder this little girl hasn't picked up customers for the past few days, and the protection fee doesn't seem to be up." The boss looked at the girl with a disgusted look, and pushed her away. , and overthrew the girl to the ground.

"Then... Boss, what shall we do with her?"

"Tie it up and throw it over there at the pier yard. The group of beggars won't dislike her for being sick or not."

(End of this chapter)