Wasteland Code Survival Chapter 91: Depression
After eating, Qi Lin went to the underground black market of Vault 187 as usual.
This rebellion doesn't know how long it will last. Qi Lin has to hoard as much as possible while there are still supplies in the market. Anyway, for him, resource points are not a problem.
However, as soon as he walked into the underground black market, Qi Lin's heart felt a little bit. He has been soaking in the game these days. Unexpectedly, the situation outside has become so serious...
At least two-thirds of the stores in the black market are closed. Although the remaining one-third are still open, there are very few items on the shelves in Yemen.
There is only one word to describe this scene: depression.
Seeing that the booth selling gun parts that he used to trade before was still open, Qi Lin immediately walked over and said hello: "Boss, how is the business these days?"
"What else, you have seen, I guess I will close the stall ahead of time today, should I come tomorrow or not?"
"Ha, isn't it? It's not bad, how much is it?" Qi Lin smiled, and picked out a 762mm barrel from the stall. This barrel is well maintained and hardly worn. And the length is also convenient for interception and modification, which is a good general standard part.
"220 o'clock." The boss glanced casually and said, "Your eyes are still so poisonous. This is the product that came from next door yesterday."
220 points, although this barrel is really good, but the price is almost double the previous.
"So expensive?" Qi Lin frowned.
"I have no choice. Although there is no shortage of goods, there are fewer buyers, and the prices of those who sell food have increased again. I can only increase it along with it." The boss sighed and took out half of it from his pocket. The cigarette holder was lit with a scythe, and he took a sip with enjoyment, and then patted Qi Lin on the shoulder: "My brothers are also old acquaintances. Brother, please listen to my persuasion. Don't make any guns now, just sell If you don’t go out, people are dying next door every day. Now there are more guns than people..."
There are more guns than people?
Although the boss didn't say this directly, Qi Lin suddenly estimated the severity of the battle in Vault 188.
Refuge No. 187 originally had 400 troops. If the individual equipment is calculated according to the package, the equipment inventory of each refuge can be three times the number of the standing army, which is 1,200.
But in the past few days, whether it is forced or voluntary, the number of new recruits is at least 2,000. Even if there is a small number of recruits with their own equipment, the inventory will definitely not be able to satisfy so many recruits.
At least hundreds of people need to buy some firearms scattered among the people in the refuge, or simply pick up a stick on the battlefield.
But now, Qi Lin actually heard that there are more guns on the front line than people? !
Are the recruits being consumed so quickly?
No wonder, along the way, Qi Lin feels that the number of residents has decreased a lot, whether it is a tunnel or a black market. It seems that he has been forced to conquer, or he dared not come out in his own residence.
The strong government order was announced not long after the Wasteland Survival Grand Prix, and Qi Lin also received news that all residents of Vault 187 from 16 to 45 years old must be forced to enlist in the army or pay a sum of 500 resources. The "offset tax" of a certain point can be exempted from military service.
500 resource points are an astronomical amount of money for many slum players. Most people who cannot pay the "offset tax" can only hide in the room and pray silently. The conscription team knocked on their door, and the rebellion was quelled.
"Thank you, brother, for your reminder." Qi Lin sighed, put down the barrel, and then swiped freely to give one thousand resource points to the boss who sells gun parts for free.
Seeing the huge amount of money that suddenly appeared on his account, the boss suddenly opened his eyes, and said in disbelief: "Brother, brother, are you...?"
"Information fee." Qi Lin smiled at the boss, got up and left the booth.
There is no need to continue shopping in the black market. The trading market that is going to be on the bright side now. Food, clean water, vitamins, storage batteries, and fuel are all necessary materials for living in the shelter. Qi Lin wants Before the stock is out of stock, hoard these materials to the greatest extent.
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Although the trading market is a bit more lively than the black market, it is not much better. Residents of a few refuges sparsely pick and choose from the monotonous stalls. Qi Lin glanced at it and found that the stalls were at most bags of bags. There are other synthetic foods, including potatoes, pancakes and brown bread. As for meat foods, there is no trace at all.
As for a shop where Qi Lin often buys canned meat, the door is closed, and a tattered wooden sign is hung outside, with the words "out of stock and closed" written on it with a marker.
Qi Lin brought two sacks that can hold 100 kilograms of flour this time. After spending several times the previous resource points, Qi Lin used various resources to fill the two sacks.
But the supplies are far from enough. If Qi Lin's power could not bear more weight now, he would even wish to move the entire trading market back—the small shops in the refuge had not been sent. Door-to-door service.
With this wave of purchases by Qi Lin, prices in the trading market have been driven up by several percentage points. When Qi Lin stepped out of the market, he had already clearly felt a few more malicious glances behind him.
Qi Lin has only one person, no firearms on him, and so many embarrassing supplies. At this time, it is inevitable that some people have the idea of taking risks.
"One, two, three, four, five, actually five followed..." Qi Lin walked with two big sacks on his back, carefully distinguishing the footsteps behind him. After the physical improvement of the game cabin, Qi Lin's hearing is much better than before.
Due to the rebellion, the number of soldiers and enforcers patrolling in the refuge is also much less. Just be careful not to be seen by others~ IndoMTL.com~ Those who follow Qi Lin can completely disguise Qi Lin as suffocating in the tunnel. The illusion of death-but they all overlooked an obvious question: how powerful is a person who can carry two bags of more than 200 kilograms of supplies and still walk easily...
Finally, in a small tunnel with no people, Qi Lin stopped, and the five people behind also hurried up. Two of them quickly circumvented both sides of the tunnel, then turned around and aligned. Lin formed a trend of encirclement.
"Boy, get acquainted, put down the things on your body, and then give us the resource points in the account, we can let you go!" In front of Qi Lin, one was naked and tied around his waist. The man wearing a crimson belt and his muscles **** said viciously.
Through the breathing mask on the man’s face, the sound appeared to be a little bit of metal collision. He swept it with the corner of his eye. Except for the guy who looked like the boss, the other four people took out themselves from the body. Weapons: Two people each hold a steel pipe with a small arm length, one holds a folding knife in his hand, and the last one is dragging a long iron chain car lock on the chain. Each buckle is as thick as an adult's little finger.
"Hurry up! Do as I told you to save yourself the pain!" Seeing that Qi Lin didn't respond, the boss was obviously a little impatient.