Wasteland Code Survival Chapter 170: A dark corner in the city of steel

The dock yard in the eastern district can be said to be the most barren and chaotic area in the entire city of steel-those temporary shelters for container transformation do not have fixed occupants, and all players who have just joined the mutual aid club will be before they are assigned Arranged to live here.

In general, these players spend ten hours in the game world every day, and three to four hours will be brainwashed by the mutual aid priests in the square-well, no, in their terms, it should be preaching, or spreading The glory of the main **** who doesn't even have a name.

The rest of the time, they will basically spend here.

Although the doctrine of the Mutual Aid Association requires friendly and mutual assistance between members, the population base is large, and it is inevitable to be mixed, and I don’t know why, it seems to be intentional. The Mutual Aid Association did not send any armed personnel to strictly control the yard, that is, As long as no human lives or major disturbances are caused, what happens in the yard, Mutual Aid Association is completely closed.

Qi Lin was still wondering at first that this might not be contrary to their doctrine, but after a little understanding, he understood the meaning of the mutual aid association.

Mutual Aid Association said these players that everyone who wants to join the Mutual Aid Association must go through hardships in order to experience the greatness and glory of the Lord God, and those who do evil in the yard will not escape. The gaze of the main god.

On the surface of this passage, there seems to be no problem, but Qi Lin immediately saw the actual effect of this yard——

This is a filter like a sieve, which separates these new players into the mutual aid club layer by layer.

The Mutual Aid Association did not send anyone to manage it, but secretly it has been paying attention to the situation of the players inside. Those who are more powerful are often absorbed into military organizations such as the Knights Templar or the court in advance, and those Players who are weaker and humiliated by the strong will be assigned to the hardest and most tiring work in the entire city of steel-although these jobs are terrible, at least they leave the original environment and don’t need to be bullied. These weak people are grateful for the mutual aid association.

The ordinary people with the largest number of people are assigned to the four districts of the military port after the end of the observation period (mutual aid will call it the enlightenment period).

As for the players who are too stab at the head, and after joining the mutual aid association, they are very skeptical of the doctrine or the mutual aid association itself, but they often disappear inexplicably after a certain night.

These disappeared players have never appeared in the City of Steel since then.

Although Qi Lin lost the big padded jacket, he kept the metal brooch with the Libra emblem of the Mutual Aid Society.

The workmanship of the brooch is very rough. It should be hand-pressed with old-fashioned molds. It is completely incomparable with the emblems on elite knights and white-robed priests.

But at least this thing can give Qi Lin an identity that can enter the yard-players who are not members of the Mutual Aid Association in the City of Steel not only have to pay entry and exit fees wherever they go, but there are also many restrictions on various restrictions. Outsiders are forbidden to enter settlements like this renovated storage yard, or the lower deck of an aircraft carrier.

Put the brooch under the neckline, Qi Lin looked at the two conspicuous firearms, then disassembled them and stuffed them into the backpack, and then cut the top of his pants with a dagger. A few cuts and some mud were applied. The hair didn't need to be treated. The sea breeze turned into a messy chicken coop which just met Qi Lin's requirements.

After dressing up as a downcast player who just joined the mutual aid club, Qi Lin slowly walked into the yard with a straw stick in his mouth.

There is no lottery for the allocation of residences in the storage yard. As long as you see which container is still empty, you can get in. As for food and water, they are distributed during the daily mission.

Qi Lin followed the gap between the containers all the way to the depths, until he reached a container with a huge opening on the side, and then stopped. The opening was covered by a thick, dirty curtain. On the side, the "Holy Light Bar-Yard Branch" was painted with white paint.

"...There are actually branches." Qi Lin looked at the crooked fonts, then opened the curtain and walked in.

This is the largest container, and the space inside is not very narrow. A tattered bar is on one side, and a shaggy old man is holding a cup of dark liquid that does not look like wine. Behind the bar.

The few tables are full of people. More customers simply sit on the floor. Only about less than one-third of them hold bottles or cups in their hands, and in these containers, there are Almost half is empty.

It is a bar, but the smell of alcohol in the air is almost negligible. On the contrary, the taste of inferior Jet is exceptionally strong.

Qi Lin saw that not far from the bar, a player with a lame leg was leaning against the inner wall of the container, holding an empty mist suction device in his hand, and stuffing the mouth of the suction device In his nose, he was sucking deeply, with an intoxicated expression on his face, while the few people around were watching him with a trace of envy.

Qi Lin did not pay too much attention to the addicts, walked to the front of the bar a few steps, knocked on the countertop, and asked, "Is there anything else to drink?"

The old man raised his head strenuously and took a look at Qi Lin, and then said drunkenly: "You are late, it has already been sold out. The things I have here are limited supplies every day..." After that, He had another burp which was not very loud.

"If you have money, you can't buy it?" Qi Lin was stunned, no wonder so many people couldn't drink alcohol. It turned out that it was not that they could not afford it, but it was sold out?

"You have money? Will you have money for a poor ghost like you? Order extra items, but it's expensive..." The old man looked up and down Qi Lin and sneered.

"..."

Out of the principle of acting low-key, Qi Lin didn't intend to excuse anything, and continued to ask: "Is there anything to eat?"

"Black bread and bitter sweet potatoes, these are the two, I love to buy them or not."

"Come on a black bread." Qi Lin thought for a while and chose black bread. Another food in the old man's mouth, "bitter sweet potato" is actually a product of sweet potato mutated by radiation, and it is easy to grow~ IndoMTL.com~ The output is also large, but the taste and taste are extremely poor, and it contains traces of toxins. Long-term consumption will permanently damage the human nervous system.

In the game, the relative performance is that if you eat too much, your attribute value will be permanently reduced.

"Fifteen o'clock." The old man said, and found a rock-hard dough from under the bar and threw it on the bar.

The thing called "brown bread" by the old man smashed on the bar counter with a dull sound of "boom", which immediately attracted the attention of several players around, and all of those gazes contained Greed and hunger.

During the inspection period, the food distributed by the mutual aid association every day during the missions can at most maintain the players' fullness at the hunger level. It is absolutely impossible to eat.

Qi Lin looked at Natuo's dark and icy dough, which was still stained with dust and mold. To be honest, the taste of this thing is definitely not as good as the synthetic food distributed in the refuge, but the price is still good. It is more than ten times more expensive than synthetic food.

"Why? Too expensive? Bitter sweet potatoes two o'clock and one, take care of you." The old man looked at Qi Lin and said impatiently.