Wasteland Code Survival Chapter 207: Jackal and 8 fingers

Mutated jackals are really not a good prey. They can eat very little meat, and the fat content in the meat is also very low. The taste is dry, the taste is a bit sour, and it also has a stinky and fishy taste. .

However, in the current situation, Qi Lin has no other choice for a while. What's more, in the wasteland, some food is good, and who cares whether the food used to satisfy hunger is good or not.

Qi Lin stepped on the bonfire first, and then took the Tokarev pistol and touched it quietly towards the small mountain bag.

Jackals are just ordinary mutant creatures that don’t even have an elite level. Qi Lin did this just to not disturb the prey. Otherwise, if the prey chooses to escape, Qi Lin will have to catch up hungry. A large amount of unnecessary distance.

Qi Lin had just approached a distance of about one hundred meters from the jackal. The jackal seemed to notice some movement, supported his limbs, and stood up from the ground.

"Huh?" Qi Lin crouched behind a bush and turned on the dynamic camouflage. He is a downwind position. With his strength and dynamic camouflage, even with the jackal Cut the distance by half again, and the other party should not be able to find himself.

Even the radius of Cooper's sound and motion detection alone cannot exceed one hundred meters. How could this average jackal feel wrong?

Is this the so-called natural premonition of danger?

While Qi Lin was still wondering, there was a scream, and a simple javelin made of a dagger tied to a wooden stick broke through the air and directly nailed the jackal to the ground!

There are also people on the other side of the small mountain bag!

Qi Lin was surprised at first, but then immediately calmed down-since the opponent chose to use the javelin to hunt the jackal, Qi Lin can judge from the power and speed of the throw that the opponent is only one at most One to two levels of evolution.

Every time the evolver increases by one level, the gap between the levels becomes more obvious. In addition, now Qi Lin is in the dark and the opponent is in the light. As long as Qi Lin is willing, he can take action when the opponent comes to pick up the prey. Kill it instantly.

Less than a minute after the javelin killed the jackal, a figure wrapped in an earthy yellow desert cloak eagerly ran up from the other side of the hillside, although the sky was completely dark at this moment, but the opponent The familiar face and the palm with only four fingers still made Qi Lin recognize him.

This is the guy who molested and humiliated Feiyan in the Warburg-Bazhi.

"Why is he here? Did he escape from the fortress or came here after his resurrection?"

The current appearance of Eight Fingers can be described as embarrassed. Except for the khaki cloak, all the clothes are in tatters. In order to keep warm, a lot of dirty cloth is tangled up in a mess. Article. On his feet, one is wearing a plastic slippers, and the other is without shoes. He steps on a small woven bag with a nylon rope tied at the mouth.

Looking at the appearance of Bazhi, which is even more sloppy than most beggars in the old days, Qi Lin knew that during this period of time, the other party should be very miserable.

The eight fingers quickly ran to the corpse of the jackal, and at this moment, Qi Lin had already raised the pistol in his hand.

The effective range of the former Soviet Union TT-33 Tokarev pistol is only 50 meters. At a distance of 100 meters, it is almost the limit of lethality, and the accuracy is completely impossible to guarantee.

However, the problem of accuracy is not a problem for Qi Lin at all-the "Eagle Eye" skill is turned on, the trajectory is determined, the compensation value is calculated, and a dotted line extending from the muzzle and connecting the eight fingers to the vital points is immediately It was outlined in Qi Lin's mind.

"Bah!"

There was a spark from the muzzle. He heard the eight fingers of the gun body just raised his head, and the 7.62mm bullet happened to penetrate his right eye. It exploded and shattered most of his head. He just lost his kinetic energy and stayed in the head of Eight Fingers.

The eight-fingered squatting body shook slightly, and fell down beside the jackal's body with a "puff".

Putting away the pistol, Qi Lin observed for a while, and ran quickly to the top of the mountain after confirming that the opponent had no companions.

There is nothing left on Bazhi's corpse except a water sac with half a pot of dirty water left. It seems that he was forced by food to choose to hunt mutant creatures.

Looking along the hillside where the Eight Fingers came up, Qi Lin found a small shack built with branches and plastic sheets between the piles of bushes at the foot of the mountain in the distance. It seems that this should be the temporary residence of Eight Fingers. Up.

Grabbing the javelin that was pulled from the jackal, Qi Lin ran to the shack, but before he got even closer, a strong rancid smell made Qi Lin's empty stomach puff up. A bite of pungent stomach acid filled his throat directly.

"Oh...what is this..."

At a distance of more than ten meters, Qi Lin could see a decayed corpse lying in the shack. It appeared to be a dead female zombie. The naked lower body of the zombie was exposed outside the shack. There seemed to be some special traces of filth on the thighs and between the legs.

"...this buddy, a bit of a horror..."

Qi Lin recalled Feiyan's description of Bazhi once: "Extremely lecherous, psychopath, mania, and a little mental illness..."

Compared with this guy who is as powerful as the X corpse, Qi Lin suddenly felt that he is also a mental patient. In contrast, Aya Kui is not too cute...

Forcibly resisting the inner discomfort, Qi Lin walked around the shack, and after not finding anything of value, he turned back to the top of the mountain, took the corpse of the jackal, and returned to his campfire. side.

Although the corpse made Qi Lin really sick, it failed to reduce his appetite. With his fullness falling to single digits, his hungry stomach has begun to call uncontrollably. Up.

Human is iron, rice is steel, even if it is a third-level evolutionary, it is impossible not to eat fireworks in the world, and the fact is on the contrary, the stronger the evolutionary, the faster the energy consumption of the body, and the fullness of The faster the consumption rate.

"It would be great if the radiant energy in the body can be converted into satiety..."

Qi Lin endured hunger and complained, first lit a bonfire, and at the same time, his saber neatly sliced ​​the jackal’s body and took out the intestines and internal organs in the abdominal cavity.

Then, untie the dagger from the javelin, and string the jackal on the barrel of the gun~IndoMTL.com~ In fact, the best way to handle food in the wild is to bury the prey under the hot embers Hot cooked, but the conditions are limited, Qi Lin can only take the method of smoking and barbecue.

Jackal’s fur is the first to come into contact with the bonfire. It emits a scent of protein after being burnt. After the fur has been burned, the oil is slowly removed from the muscles with the lick of the flame. It leaked out, and the air began to fill with a tempting smell of meat.

While chewing on the hard and cold beef jerky, Qi Lin rolled the barbecue on the fire with one hand, took out a metal kettle from his backpack, poured two packs of instant coffee into it, and screwed on the cap. After shaking it vigorously, he also threw the kettle by the campfire.

There are warm barbecues, aromatic coffee... For someone struggling to survive in the wasteland, what better dinner than this? ...

　　

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