Wasteland Code Survival Chapter 396: Weapons and gold bars

The oxygen content of the air in the tunnels of the refuge is extremely low, and even the normal human breathing is not enough. If you smoke here, a cigarette will be extinguished after being lighted without a few puffs.

Extinguishment is not bad. In some tunnels, the accumulated corpses will decompose and leaven in an oxygen-deficient environment, and a large amount of methane, commonly known as biogas, will be generated. If an open flame is used easily in such a place, it may be A whole body cannot be found.

Since the red shirt gang wants to smoke, they must not smoke in the tunnel. As far as Qi Lin knows, the nearest place with open gas supply equipment is a small trading market, although it has already passed. After trading hours, the gas supply pipeline in the market has also been closed. However, compared with the tunnel, the air environment there is pretty good.

Although it smells a bit, but at least it can make people take off the breathing mask on the face.

The red shirt gang walked out twenty to thirty meters. He opened several finger-sized holes with a tool on his self-made breathing mask, and the inferior cigarette he was holding came from one of the holes. Got out.

He took out a plastic lighter from his pocket again, tapped it lightly, and with a "pop", an electric spark flashed by, and a small flame burst out, but before he waited Put the smoke up and the faint flame went out with a pop.

The oxygen content is too low to support combustion at all.

"Damn!"

The man cursed and hit the fire several times, but each time it extinguished faster than once, in the end, only the sparks flashed continuously.

At this time, he realized that it was the hypoxia in the tunnel that prevented the lighter from igniting, and he cursed a few swear words, and then walked slowly in the direction of the trading market.

The trading market is a full 500 meters away from here. If you start at this distance, you can absolutely guarantee that it won't attract the attention of another red shirt gang.

Qi Lin followed closely behind each other. The two walked out over two hundred meters one after the other. Qi Lin suddenly increased, and quickly got close behind the red shirt gang, and pulled off the other's breath. Mask, covering his mouth and nose with his hand, his right hand clenched into a fist, and a fist hit the opponent's lower abdomen!

"Um—"

The Red Shirt Gang didn't realize what was born, they felt an unbearable pain in their abdomen, and immediately let out a painful grunt.

After the punch, Qi Lin quickly took out a black plastic bag and put a hand over the head of the red shirt gang. Then, he grabbed the opponent's wrist with both hands and twisted it hard--

"Ah--"

The pain of dislocation of the wrist made the red shirt gang scream again, but when he was about to call for help, he suddenly realized that a cold and sharp blade was resting on his neck. A small part of the edge has been cut into the skin.

The feeling of death approaching instantly made the hairs on his body stand upside down, and the whole person froze in place and did not dare to move. At this time, even the dislocated wrist didn't seem to hurt that much.

A stinky smell came, and Qi Lin lowered his head, only to realize that the other party's pants were soaked, and urine was dripping down the trouser tube on the ground.

So scared? Qi Lin was taken aback. It seemed that this guy was quite afraid of death... Since he was afraid of death, it would be easy to ask something out of this guy's mouth.

"Don't...don't kill me...food, resource points...what you want...I will give you..." After a few seconds, the red shirt gang tremblingly said, obviously, he was Qi Lin became the kind of gangster who lay in ambush in remote tunnels and robbed single pedestrians.

"Don't say anything, I just want to ask a few questions." Qi Lin lowered his voice, said in a hoarse voice, dragging the red shirt gang into a remote Inside the fork, the black plastic bag covering the opponent's head was dug into a small hole just enough to expose his nose, and the opponent's breathing mask was buttoned up.

The inside of the breathing mask is lined with a filter that can filter toxic and harmful gases. A plastic tube is connected to the bag used to contain the oxygen generator. If there is no such thing, ordinary people only need to stay in the environment of the tunnel. He would suffocate in ten minutes. He didn't want to have the red shirt gang fainted before he finished the question.

"You...what are you asking? Just don't kill me, and I will tell you what you ask!" The vision of the red shirt gang was completely obscured by the black plastic bag. He couldn't see Qi Lin. But from Qi Lin's sudden attack to drag him in here, the only thing he can be sure of is that the guy who hijacked him is far more powerful than himself, and wanting to kill himself is just a momentary thing.

The red shirt gang who recognized the facts quickly became very submissive-very few people would not fear death, especially those who often bully the poor, but they are also in the bottom of the refuge society. Gang members are even more afraid of death.

"Tell me, what kind of business does the'big business' your helper refers to." Qi Lin patted the opponent on the cheek with a dagger, and asked in a deep voice.

"Wh, what? What are you asking?" The gang of the Red Shirt Gang obviously didn't expect Qi Lin to kidnap himself, and asked such a weird question.

"I said, your helper recently asked you to act low-key for a ‘big business’. Then, what’s the content of this ‘big business’?" Qi Lin repeated the question in more detail.

"Why are you asking about this?" The red shirt gang was a little surprised.

"I am asking you now, not you. If you want to survive, answer me honestly." Qi Lin said, turning the dagger in his hand, and hitting the red shirt with his grip. Bangbangzhong was twisted and dislocated wrist.

"Ah...ah...!!!"

The opponent screamed again, and Qi Lin moved the dagger away.

"I... I also... I don't know... the helper's matter... how can we let small characters like us know..." The Red Shirt Gang said in a bit of horror, panting. .

"You really don't know?"

"I...I really don't know..." Hearing this guy's tone, it seemed that he was about to cry.

Qi Lin is a little depressed, this red shirt gang doesn’t look like they are lying—if the red shirt gang really wants to make a big move, it’s out of secrecy, and there is no place in the gang like this one. The guy, I don’t know if it makes sense.

However, in view of the chaos in the game world recently, Qi Lin couldn't help but wonder...The so-called "big business" of the Red Shirt Gang, is it intended to rebel?

Thinking of this, Qi Lin's heartbeat can't help speeding up a bit. Although he has no good feelings about the refuge official, but if Vault 187 is also caught in the storm of the rebellion, it means Qi Lin. The smooth days are coming to an end.

"I will ask you a few more questions. First, did your gang buy a lot of new guns and ammunition during this time?"

The Red Shirt Gang nodded and shook his head again.

"What do you mean? Yes or no?"

"That... Although a lot of guns were added to the gang, they were not bought, they were given by others." Red Shirt Gang said eagerly.

"Give it? Who gave it?"

"I don't know..." The Red Shirt Gang shook his head, "I have never seen them before. Just a few days ago, they moved several large boxes to one of our gangs. Inside the warehouse ~IndoMTL.com~ and then left. I was curious and took a sneak peek. It was full of brand-new guns and bullets, and a whole small box of gold bars!"

As if afraid that Qi Lin would not believe it, he twisted his **** laboriously and said: "I secretly took one, and it was hidden in the hidden pocket inside my pants——"

Qi Lin heard the words and took off his ugly overalls. Sure enough, a small gold bar the thickness of a finger was stuffed in a pocket in the inner layer of the pants.

This is an investment gold bar of commercial banks in the old era. The surface is slightly worn, with a purity of 99.99%, and a net weight of 5o grams. In the old days, such a small gold bar could be sold for RMB 10,000 or 20,000 price.

On the gold bar, there is only the bank's name, weight, purity, and a serial number. Apart from that, there is no other information. ...

　　

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