Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 611 Snakes
The Thunder Falcon team has a total of 148 members, each of whom is an elite selected layer by layer. They are not just fighters, but also include top talents in various fields and compound talents who are proficient in multiple skills.

Cheng Yanqiu returned to the surface this time, not counting ghost faces, and only selected six team members.

Except for No. 147, the other five are all senior players whose numbers are in the top [-].

The team member numbered 147 officially joined the Thunder Falcon team last month. However, since he is a top hacker and an ecological expert, he has quite deep research on the ecological environment on the wasteland, so Cheng Yanqiu would bring such a "rookie" with him.

Of course, the title "rookie" only existed within the Thunder Falcon team. If this No. 147 were to be placed in any other unit, at least it would have to be a senior instructor.

This location is too close to the clone of the main brain, and the straight-line distance is probably only more than 1000 meters. In order to prevent being noticed by the main brain, most of the electrons carried by the team members were left at the foot of the mountain, leaving only the one with the ghost face on its back. A laser rangefinder and a notebook in No. 147's arms.

The shape of this laptop is like a thick brick, and the screen is also a monochrome segment code LCD screen similar to that of an old-fashioned calculator. Staring at the screen tightly, ten fingers kept typing on the palm-sized keyboard.

"How is it, 147, did you find anything unusual?" Cheng Yanqiu turned around and asked.

"Not yet, the communication with the headquarters has been interrupted, and all the equipment is offline... There is no fluctuation in the nearby electromagnetic field area, that is to say, the copy of the main brain does not know that we have touched its door. "No. 147 said without raising his head.

"Ah That's good……"

At this time, a team member who was holding a machine gun and was on guard suddenly patted his arm with a "snap", and everyone's eyes were immediately attracted to him.

"Number 19, what's going on?"

"It's nothing, it's just a mosquito. I didn't expect there to be mosquitoes in the wasteland. The vitality of these things is really tenacious—"

Before number 19 finished speaking, number 147 had already dropped the computer in his hand, and rushed to him as if flying, his face was ashen.

"Where is that mosquito? Show me! I have carefully studied the ecological environment of this area. There are no small mosquitoes here. If there is any, there is only one species that migrated from the south and is more than half a meter long. Giant mosquito!"

As soon as No. 147 said this, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

"That mosquito...here..."

No. 19 obviously thought of something. With a sullen face, he carefully spread out his palm. In his palm lay a squashed mosquito corpse. Under the mosquito corpse, there was a small puddle. Dark red blood.

No. 147 immediately took out a pair of tweezers from a box, clamped the mosquito's wings, lifted it to the flat box cover, and then drew out a sharp scalpel, which cut open the mosquito's abdomen precisely and smoothly.

This is an Anopheles silver-footed mosquito, a very common species in the old days, but its abdomen is filled with sophisticated electronic components. These parts, which are only as thick as a hair, have grown with the internal tissues of the mosquito. Together, No. 147 used a magnetic needle to separate these things from the mosquito's body.

"This mosquito... has undergone a series of extremely sophisticated biochemical transformations. Although I don't know how these things work, I can roughly guess their functions..."

"What's the function of these things?" Cheng Yanqiu asked, although he already had an answer in his heart, but he still hoped to hear something completely different from No. 147.

"Monitors, and signal transceivers." No. 147 said in a deep voice.

"Sh*t!" A black soldier cursed immediately.

"Could it be that the organization put this thing on us?" Cheng Yanqiu still had the last sliver of luck in his heart.

"This small signal transceiver... has an effective distance of only 2000 meters. If the power is too high, the mosquito will be burned to death, but it can receive its signal within a distance of 2000 meters..."

"There is only a copy of the main brain..." Cheng Yanqiu accepted the words of No. 147 with a wry smile, "Everyone, it seems that we have been exposed."

"We have to get out of here, immediately, immediately!" said No. 147, "I have analyzed the information left by those who participated in the U plan operation. People encountered something in the depths of the ice sea, but obviously, they were all killed by the mastermind!"

"It's...too late..." Cheng Yanqiu said, raising the large-caliber assault rifle in his hand, and the soldiers around him also raised their weapons.

When I spoke just now, countless snakes with thick arms and patterned scales had completely surrounded the Thunder Falcon team on the top of the mountain. These snakes seemed to appear out of thin air. Before that, the Thunder Falcon team had already They searched the entire mountaintop, even the tiniest cracks in the rocks, not to mention snakes, not even a few insects.

"Damn it, I hate snakes the most..."

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Wasteland World, Tomahawk City, Basin Edge.

The sun has risen to its highest point. Although it is still blocked by thick radiation clouds, this time is considered the best time for sunshine on the wasteland.

Qi Lin sat cross-legged on a big rock, took out two extremely delicately packaged cans from his backpack, and prepared to start lunch.

The current Qi Lin is completely different from the Qi Lin when he first entered the game. At that time, he had to plan carefully even to buy ammunition, but now, he has so many resource points that he can hardly spend them all. Moreover, Before Cheng Yanqiu left Cheng's consortium, this guy secretly transferred 15.00% of Cheng's consortium's liquidity directly into Qi Lin's account.

15.00% doesn't seem like much, but it's actually a huge amount. This amount is even enough for Qi Lin to directly buy a small-to-medium-sized shelter.

Having money is also a kind of trouble, especially when you know that all the money will be invalid in the near future, but you have no chance to spend it at all, this kind of trouble is even more obvious.

The really valuable things in the wasteland are difficult to buy with resource points, such as ER004, such as the Fat Man nuclear bomb, or the golden serum that no one has yet obtained. The top transactions are often barter.

And those things that can be bought with money are not of much help to Qi Lin-the current transaction price of a C-grade serum in the auction house is between 400 million and 450 million points, which is also the current price. The highest grade serum was publicly auctioned, and a C grade serum can create a fourth grade evolutionary, but for Qi Lin, even if this kind of thing absorbs a hundred, it is not as good as holding a fuel for his improvement. Great night's sleep.

His evolutionary route is completely different from the conventional evolutionary.

(End of this chapter)