Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 91 Depression
After eating, Qi Lin came to the underground black market in Vault 187 as usual.

I don't know how long this rebellion will last. Qi Lin must stock up as much as possible while there are still supplies in the market. Anyway, for him, resource points are not a problem.

However, as soon as he entered the underground black market, Qi Lin's heart skipped a beat. He had been soaking in the game for the past few days, but he didn't expect that the situation outside had become so serious...

At least two-thirds of the stores in the black market are closed, and the remaining one-third of the stores are still open, but Yemen is deserted, with very few items on the shelves.

There is only one word to describe this scene: depression.

Seeing that the gun parts booth that he used to trade with was still open, Qi Lin immediately walked over and said hello: "Boss, how is the business these days?"

"What else can I do? You've seen it too. I think I'm going to close the stall early today. Is it a matter of whether I will come tomorrow or not?"

"Ha, can't you? This thing is good, how much is it?" Qi Lin smiled, and picked out a 7.62mm gun barrel from the booth. It is also convenient to intercept and modify, and it is a good general standard part.

"220 points." The boss glanced at it casually, and said, "Your eyes are still so poisonous, this is the product that just came from the next door yesterday."

220 points, although this barrel is indeed good, but the price is almost twice as high as before.

"So expensive?" Qi Lin frowned.

"I have no choice. Although there is no shortage of goods, there are fewer buyers, and those who sell food have increased their prices, so I can only follow suit." The boss sighed, took out half of the cigarette holder from his pocket, and used it The fire sickle was lit, and he took a sip with a look of enjoyment, and then patted Qi Lin on the shoulder: "Our brothers are also old acquaintances, brother, just listen to my advice, don't make any guns now, they can't be sold at all, People are dying every day next door, and now there are far more guns than people..."

More guns than people?

Although the boss didn't say this directly, Qi Lin estimated the severity of the battle in shelter 188 at once.

Refuge No. 187 originally had 400 troops. If the individual equipment is calculated according to the formula, the equipment inventory in each refuge can be armed with three times the number of standing troops, that is, 1200 people.

However, in the past few days, no matter whether they were recruited by force or voluntarily, the number of new recruits was at least 2000. Even if there were a small number of recruits with their own equipment, the inventory would definitely not be able to satisfy so many recruits.

At least hundreds of people need to buy some firearms scattered among the people in the refuge, or simply carry a wooden stick to the battlefield.

But now, Qi Lin actually heard that there are more guns than people on the front line? !
Could it be that those recruits were exhausted so quickly?
No wonder, along the way, no matter whether it was a tunnel or a black market, Qi Lin felt that the number of residents had decreased a lot. It seemed that they were either forcibly recruited, or they were hiding in their residences and dared not come out.

The compulsory conscript order was announced not long after the Wasteland Survival Grand Prix, and Qi Lin also received the news that all the residents of the entire No. "Offset tax" in order to be exempted from military service.

500 resource points is an astronomical sum of money for many slum players. Most people who can't afford the "offset tax" can only hide in their rooms and pray silently before the conscription team knocks them down. The rebellion can be quelled before opening the door of one's own room.

"Thank you for reminding me, brother." Qi Lin sighed, put down the barrel of the gun, and then with a swipe, he gave [-] resource points to the boss who sold gun parts for free.

Seeing the sudden huge sum of money in his account, the boss opened his eyes suddenly, and said in disbelief, "Brother, brother, are you...?"

"Information fee." Qi Lin smiled at the boss, got up and left the booth.

There is no need to continue shopping in the black market. Now we are going to the public trading market. Food, clean water, vitamins, storage batteries, and fuel are all necessary supplies to survive in the shelter. Stock up on these materials to the greatest extent before they run out of stock.

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Although the trading market is more lively than the black market, it is not much better. A few residents of the shelters are picking and picking at the monotonous stalls. Qi Lin took a look and found that there were at most bags of synthetic food on the stalls. , there are potatoes, pancakes and black bread, as for meat food, there is no trace at all.

As for a shop where Qi Lin often went to buy canned meat, the door was closed, and a tattered wooden sign was hung outside, with the words "out of stock and closed" written on it with a marker pen.

Qi Lin brought two big sacks that could hold [-] kilograms of flour this time. After spending several times the resource points before, Qi Lin used various resources to fill these two sacks completely.

But this amount of supplies is far from enough. If Qi Lin's strength is not enough to carry more weight, he would even wish to move the entire trading market back - the small shops in the shelter do not deliver goods to the door. Serve.

Accompanied by Qi Lin's wave of purchases, the prices in the trading market have been driven up by several percentage points. When Qi Lin walked out of the market, he already clearly felt a few malicious eyes behind him.

Qi Lin was alone, and he didn't carry a gun on his body, and he had purchased so many coveted supplies. At this time, it was inevitable that some people would have the idea of ​​taking risks.

"One, two, three, four, five, actually five followed..." Qi Lin walked with two big bags on his back, carefully distinguishing the footsteps behind him, passing the game cabin With the improvement of his body, Qi Lin's sense of hearing is also much stronger than before.

Due to the rebellion, the number of patrolling soldiers and executors in the shelter has also decreased a lot. As long as you are careful not to be seen by others, those followers can completely disguise Qi Lin as if he suffocated to death in the tunnel—but, They all ignored an obvious question: How much strength does a person who can carry two bags of more than [-] kilograms of supplies and walk easily have...

Finally, in a small tunnel with no one around, Qi Lin stopped, and the five people behind also hurried up, two of them quickly went around the sides of the tunnel, then turned around, Qi Lin formed a A siege.

"Boy, be sensible, put down your things, and then transfer the resource points in your account to us, and we can let you go!" Right in front of Qi Lin, a shirtless man with a deep waist tied With a red belt, the muscular man said viciously.

Through the breathing mask on the man's face, the sound seemed to be the sound of a few metal collisions. He glanced at it from the corner of his eye. Except for the guy who looked like the boss, the other four people took out their weapons from their bodies: Two people are holding a steel pipe as thick as a forearm, one is holding a jackknife, and the last one is dragging a long iron chain lock, each link on the chain The buttons are as thick as an adult's little finger.

"Hurry up! Do as I say, and save yourself the pain of flesh and blood!" Seeing that Qi Lin didn't respond, the boss was obviously a little impatient.

(End of this chapter)