Wasteland Code Survival Chapter 402: Buy a gun

"Guests, your food is ready, please use it slowly." A burly man with a not-so-clean white apron on his chest brought a stainless steel dinner plate to Qi Lin.

He is both a chef, a waiter, and the owner of this small restaurant.

This fly restaurant on the second floor of the street has an area of ​​only 20 or 30 square meters, three tables, and a bar. It is two o'clock in the afternoon. The restaurant has passed away. Except for Qi Lin, the only diners, There is only the owner of the restaurant.

The food on the stainless steel plate is not exquisite. Whether it is potato wedges or fried luncheon meat, there is a choking smell of oily smoke. A few pieces of yellow cabbage leaves are taken out of the can. It is the only side dish on the plate. This meal is worth eight resource points. Although the taste is not delicious, it is better than enough.

The consumption level of residents in the middle area is still much higher than that of the slum areas. In the slum area, a large bag of paste-like synthetic food can be eaten for three or four days with a little resource, but in the middle area, the average person The food standard for a meal reaches around five o'clock.

Qi Lin fiddled with the fried rice on the plate with a spoon, and then stopped the restaurant owner who had just turned and walked toward the bar.

The restaurant owner turned his head and wiped his big hands on the apron around his waist, his face was a little puzzled: "What's the matter? The guest, would you like to order something else?"

Qi Lin did not speak. Instead, he first took out a half-pack of "Hongta Mountain" from the old times from his pocket and stuffed it into the pocket of the restaurant owner's apron.

"Boss, I have something to ask you about."

"No problem, no problem, please do not hesitate to ask the guests." The restaurant owner was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously put his hand into his pocket, touched the half-pack of "Hongta Mountain", and his face burst out immediately. Gave a very warm smile.

The quality of old cigarettes, even the cheap low-end products, is much better than the inferior products supplied in the refuge, but this kind of thing, if you smoke one, you will lose one, like this Hongtashan, which is only sold for seven yuan in the old-time store, can be sold at a high price of close to one hundred resource points in the underground black market of the refuge.

A half box of Hongta Mountain, which is almost fifty resource points, is much more expensive than the meal ordered by Qi Lin.

"What is the name of the company opposite?" Qi Lin pointed to the big courtyard of the Red Shirt Gang across the street from the window.

The restaurant owner showed a strange look on his face, and asked, "Guest, are you not a local?"

"No?" Qi Lin shook his head, "I came from Vault 192 to do business. I didn’t expect the passages between the various refuges to be closed just a few days after I arrived here. I don’t know what. It will reopen later."

"No wonder, I told you, the name of the company opposite is "WIA Trading Co., Ltd", cough cough..." The restaurant owner coughed, then reached Qi Lin's ear and lowered his voice "But we locals all know that the name of the company is just a cover. Although it is engaged in the pharmaceutical trade on the surface, the other name of the WIA Trading Co., Ltd. is even more famous..."

"What's your name?" Qi Lin continued to pretend to be a fool.

"The Red Shirt Gang. This is the largest gang in our Refuge No. 187. The pharmacy business of Avia Trade only accounts for a small part of the Red Shirt Gang’s turnover. Those drugs, munitions and human trade, that’s The bulk of the money"

"There are still arms? Can I buy guns and bullets from them?" Qi Lin asked pretendingly in surprise.

"Of course!" said the restaurant owner, then suddenly narrowed his eyes, and asked mysteriously: "Why, how many guns do you want to play with the guest?"

"How do you say? Boss, do you have a way out?" Qi Lin is worried about how to get into the red shirt gang and find the warehouse for storing weapons, but now I see that this humble fly restaurant owner seems to be able Help yourself look like.

"Hey...to tell you, my brother-in-law works in the red shirt gang, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to get such a good street shop. If you want to buy a gun, you can find me. Brother-in-law, we only take 20% of the agency fee."

According to the current price of guns on the black market, the cheapest is the hand-assembled earthen pistol. This kind of pistol is very poor in range, accuracy and reliability. It can only be loaded with one bullet at a time, and it is particularly easy to jam. Or blow it up, but even with this inferior pistol, one has to sell for more than 60 or 70 resource points.

As for a crude imitation 54 semi-automatic pistol, the price has now reached more than three hundred points. If it is an old-age product, it will double this price.

And if it is a genuine 54-style pistol produced by a regular military factory~IndoMTL.com~ does not have more than four-digit points, it can't be eaten. As for the 95-style assault rifle, it is completely priceless. status.

The agency fee of 20% is not a small amount. No wonder the restaurant owner suddenly became so enthusiastic.

"Um...I really want to buy a **** star for civilian use, I don't know if you can get it." Qi Lin asked.

Civilian Big Black Star, this is the common name of ordinary people for the imitation 54-style pistol. This kind of pistol has a simple structure and good power. It can be regarded as one of several civilian imitation standard weapons.

In the past China, until the outbreak of the nuclear war, the ban on guns for ordinary citizens was not lifted. Therefore, it is much more difficult to obtain guns in the refuges in China than in the United States on the other side of the ocean. The price is much higher.

"Big Black Star, right? Okay, no problem. Guests, please wait here for a while. I'll find my brother-in-law." After that, the restaurant owner generously poured Qi Lin a full glass. The brewed beer, and then hurried downstairs.

Qi Lin raised his glass, took a sip, and his eyebrows wrinkled right away, fucking. This ghost beer is as sour as urine. Even the coffee made by the guy Hans would taste better than this. .

……

The owner of the restaurant came back after leaving for about twenty minutes. Behind him, he was followed by a guy wearing a water mill denim, a pair of ripped slacks, and a henhouse with colorful hair.

To use a buzzword in the old age, this guy is a typical "kill Matt non-mainstream".

Sill Matt’s arm is covered with a red armband, which is obviously the kind of person in the red shirt gang with a little bit of status. As soon as he walked up to the second floor, the small eyes with thieves and squirrels turned steadily and straight. Staring straight at Qi Lin's body.