The Big Bad Beats Your Chest [Quick Transmigration]

The relief station was rebuilt from a former star-rated hotel, with iron walls built around it. Bai Yulian roughly estimated that it should have been two or three o'clock in the morning when the two arrived.

Wang Zhengyang came to the iron gate with ease, and knocked on the iron gate regularly. After a long while, there was a sound of unlocking the iron gate, and a middle-aged man's face appeared.

The man's voice was still sleepy, "You kid hasn't died outside yet, what good things did you find this time?"

"It's definitely a good thing, Uncle Liu, let us go in."

"You?" The middle-aged man opened his eyes suspiciously, and when his eyes fell on Bai Yulian, a look of surprise flashed across his face, "Special people?"

As he spoke, he stepped aside and invited the two of them to come in.

The relief station only uses the first to third floors of the hotel. First, it is inconvenient because there is no elevator on the upper floors. Second, it is also for the convenience of management and maintenance. Because there is no electricity, all electrical appliances have become decorations. Even the hotel's anti-theft system It can't be started, it seems that the value of the generator in his hand is greater than he imagined.

It is not difficult to imagine that in the era when natural disasters came, the power supply networks of large and small cities were already well developed, and there would not be a power outage for decades, so there were very few families and shops with self-provided generators, which also caused After the modern society was paralyzed, generators became a sought-after and scarce commodity in one fell swoop.

"Uncle Liu, take us to see the proprietress, this master wants to change something."

The pale flashlight came, and the middle-aged man surnamed Liu saw the things in Bai Yulian's hands, and hurriedly pulled them to the other direction of the hall, "Come this way."

There are many people laying on the floor in the lobby of the hotel. They are exiles driven out by the base. Because they don’t know how long the supplies in their hands can last, no one is willing to pay a higher price for a comfortable room. .

Before meeting Bai Yulian, Wang Zhengyang was even worse than these people on the ground, and he couldn't even afford to stay in the relief station.

Bai Yulian could see clearly that each of them was covered tightly, and occasionally the protective clothing on one or two of them was damaged, and the exposed skin was festered badly.

Seeing that Bai Yulian was looking at a person whose body was festering, Wang Zhengyang came over and explained, "When there is no good skin left on their bodies, no matter how much supplies they can hand over, they will be driven out, and then they will become A true degenerate."

After the people in the hall were awakened by their movement, some turned over and continued to sleep, some numbly opened their eyelids, their eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and some people's eyes were completely glued to the generator. , there was undisguised greed in his eyes, and he restrained himself after seeing that Bai Yulian was not wearing protective clothing.

Wang Zhengyang said that there are regulations in the safe camp, special people are given priority to be protected, and in the camp, harming special people will be punished with a felony, but this kind of regulation is not so binding outside the camp.

The office at the back of the hall was converted into the boss’s room. The boss was a woman in her 30s with a bumpy figure wrapped in a protective suit. She was very unhappy when she was woken up. “Is there anything you can’t talk about tomorrow?”

Wang Zhengyang leaned forward with a playful smile, "Madam, the item I brought back to you this time is a hot item. If you are willing to wait, others may not. By tomorrow, you may not even see its shadow."

The proprietress was aroused, "Yo, what a big tone, come in."

When they came out of the proprietress' room, both of them had a travel bag with food and fresh water in it, and Bai Yulian had a few more receipts in his pocket that could be exchanged for food in the safe camp.

"You guys are just right for the proprietress's appetite. She has always wanted to buy a generator, and she will definitely keep it for herself after returning it to her hand, and will not resell it... The proprietress gave you so many things because she wants to share with you This grandpa makes friends..."

Old Liu said as he walked, leading them to a room on the second floor.

After Bai Yulian entered the door, Old Liu whispered to Wang Zhengyang, who was one step behind, "Your boy has met a noble person this time. If you want to go back to the safe camp, you have to seize the opportunity."

"I understand." This may be the only chance in his life.

Wang Zhengyang closed the door and explained, "This floor is occupied by employees hired by the proprietress, who are all strong young men. The upper floor is occupied by people who came out of the security base to do tasks and missed the closing time."

Bai Yulian nodded, went into the bathroom and changed his tattered clothes, the two of them surrounded the exchanged food, their movements were not refined.

Wang Zhengyang was very hungry, and Bai Yulian didn't give in. He has been empty since he woke up. Although slimes are omnivorous creatures in the true sense and can digest anything, he can't overcome the fact that the soul is human. Mental barriers, do not want to try all kinds of exotic "food".

"If I can't provide identification, will I be able to enter the secure camp?"

"Of course," Wang Zhengyang said enviously, "special people will be welcomed in any camp."

"Why?" Bai Yulian frowned, and asked the question he had always wanted to ask, "Special people are only physically strong and will not be affected by radiation. Why do the camps give such special treatment? It is because they want to Use them to develop a way to resist radiation?"

"That's not the case. There are not many large security camps in the world. In China, I know only a few. The small security camps like the one I was in before didn't have a research room at all, so how can we use special personnel to do research?" ?The biggest role of special people is that they can get close to meteorites."

Wang Zhengyang was a little excited. He didn't know why this special person who suddenly appeared in this area had no common sense at all, but this also just gave him a chance to curry favor with this person, and he had absolutely no bargaining chip to get this person to help. I can only search my guts to answer this person's questions.

"Ordinary people like us can't get close to meteorites even if they wear protective clothing. In the past, some people who were not afraid of death took over the task of cleaning up meteorites issued by the camp, and they all ended up becoming degenerates without sanity. Only special people can To clean up the meteorites, the more special forces there are in the safe camp, the fewer the number of meteorites around, and the smaller the radiation..."

"I see. Does the so-called clean-up mean the complete destruction of meteorites?" Bai Yulian was a little surprised. Nowadays, the human society is obvious, production is backward, and technology is stagnant. way?

"How is it possible? As far as I know, there is no method that can completely eliminate radiation. There are many 'tiankengs' set up by the people in charge of the security camps on the earth. Cleaning up refers to the collection of meteorites by special personnel, and then Transported to the 'tiankeng'."

This method treats the symptoms but not the root cause, that is to say, the radiation problem has not been completely resolved, and Bai Yulian is a little frustrated.

"Those fallen ones, why do they only appear at night?"

"I don't know. Anyway, during the day, they hide in places without sunlight, parking lots, basements, warehouses, wherever it is dark, so there will be certain risks in finding supplies during the day."

Strange, this kind of monster is not a vampire in western legends, how could it be afraid of light?Bai Yulian fell into deep thought.

"what are you doing?"

Bai Yulian grabbed the half-kneeling Wang Zhengyang with one hand, preventing him from kneeling down.

"Brother Hu, please help me. I was framed when I was kicked out of the safe camp. I didn't kill anyone."

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Back then when the large human forces withdrew, they took away a large amount of advanced technology. Powerful people in the political, business, and military circles all boarded spaceships with their families. The original political system and social system were completely disintegrated. Hundreds of years later, Radiation is still raging. Today's human society does not have a complete regime. It is more similar to the city-state system in ancient times. Every safe camp is an independent small country. belong.

According to Wang Zhengyang, the security camp he was in used to be a small military region in the south of China's territory. At that time, the head of the military region only got ten tickets. He didn't know how to choose. He was unwilling to cut off the soldiers' vitality. He also didn't want to abandon his wife and children to escape alone, so he gave up all the quotas and stayed behind to lead his soldiers to accept many survivors. This small military area gradually evolved into today's safe camp.

When the number of camps was the largest, the population exceeded 500, but as time went by, human survival became more and more difficult, and the total number of people now is only about [-].

The two had no means of transportation. After walking for a long time, they finally saw the gate of the military area from a distance. In mid-air, a dark red national flag was fluttering in the wind, with a little desolation of the end.

At this time, the gate of the camp was closed tightly, and the security guards on duty stood on the high platform, watching everything around the camp with binoculars.

"In the past, there was a situation where the fallen people formed a group to besiege the safe camp in broad daylight, so the security work of the camp was changed in shifts, and we couldn't slack off for a moment. However, the fallen people's siege of the camp usually happened in the evening and late at night. At that time, the camp will send more Patrol personnel from the security team." Wang Zhengyang explained on the side.

The two didn't need to knock on the door, someone had already come out to greet them.

The soldier wore a radiation-proof mask, and his tone seemed to be joyful, and he seemed anxious, "Excuse me, are you here to visit relatives and friends or to resell supplies? You need to show your ID first and register before you can enter."

There were only two special people in the camp, and the soldier knew at a glance that the young man in front of him was not from the camp, and the people who followed the young man were naturally classified as outsiders by him.

Bai Yulian showed a friendly smile, "I'm sorry, we want to join the Liucheng security camp, but we can't provide identification. In exchange, I can help clean up the nearby meteorites without payment."

The soldier's eyes lit up when he heard the words, "Follow me."

The surrounding area of ​​the safe camp is reinforced with special materials, the effect is equivalent to the protective clothing worn by Wang Zhengyang, which can weaken the radiation. It is not necessary to wear protective clothing in the camp, but some people with special physiques will be affected by radiation even in the camp. , the number of such people is as rare as special people.

Wang Zhengyang uncovered the cloth on his face, revealing a scorching face. Even if he is seen by the most familiar people, it will take a lot of effort to recognize him. He has enemies in the camp, so he listened to Bai Yulian. He suggested that he would not use his original identity until he was able to bring down the enemy.

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