Wasteland Code Survival

[Title: Wasteland Survival Code Chapter one hundred and ninety-two Huishimieji Author: dark dust dispersion]

Welcome to the latest chapter of the Wasteland Survival Code 2k Novel Network!The domain name of this site: the complete pinyin of "2k fiction", easy to remember!Good-looking novels are highly recommended: The president's school flower depends on me, the master of the holy market, the lord of the snow eagle, the eternal dragon king, the legend, the ancient god, the peak of Wulian, the gate of the five elements, the gate of the mysterious world. Lin, looked at Song Xiaodie who was standing next to the wall, suddenly kicked an empty can on the ground towards Qi Lin, and then rushed towards Song Xiaodie!

"Be careful, Xiaodie!" Qi Lin slapped off the empty can flying towards his face, and threw the ball stick in his hand fiercely!

The high-speed spinning club hit the guy's ribs heavily, and a muffled sound and a crisp bone breaking sound came at the same time, but the person's left hand had reached Song Xiaodie's shoulder.

"Puff!"

This was the sound of a knife piercing into the flesh. Qi Lin was startled, but found that it was not Song Xiaodie who was injured. Instead, the man’s wrist holding the knife was pinched tightly by Song Xiaodie’s small hand, and Qi Lin threw it to him. Her folding knife completely penetrated the throat of the member of the red shirt gang, and a small sharp knife tip emerged from the back of her neck.

"Uh"

Qi Lin was stunned. Only then did he remember that Song Xiaodie was no longer the weak girl when his physical ability increased. The blood baron of the second-level strength can be transferred to reality with only one tenth of the extra power. Among them, her strength also surpasses most ordinary people.

Blood continuously poured out from the wound of the man, like a broken faucet, staining Song Xiaodie's white skirt and calf with blood red.

However, the latter did not show the panic that an average girl should have. With his left hand on the opponent's right wrist, the man immediately released his right hand, and the switchblade instantly fell to the ground.

Song Xiaodie’s right hand was firmly holding the pocket knife and chucking it back and forth in the wound. Accompanied by a large amount of warm blood shot, the man softened and knelt down. Turning to one side until this time, his eyes were still open, as if he couldn't believe that it was this seemingly weak blond girl who killed him instantly.

"Ahem."

Qi Lin coughed unnaturally. It is not surprising to say that he is surprised. After all, Song Xiaodie has been fighting mutant creatures in this highly realistic and fully immersed game during this period of time. The ultimate goal is to train qualified fighters who can survive on the wasteland.

"Sorry!"

Qi Lin was still recalling Song Xiaodie’s clean counter-killing actions just now, but who knew Song Xiaodie suddenly stole, "It's all my fault...I brought them in... I'm sorry..."

From Xu Tuzi’s words, it is not difficult to infer that Song Xiaodie asked him to watch when he went out to purchase supplies, and then he followed Song Xiaodie all the way and wrote down the house number, and then teamed up with two other people to plan a robbery Live.

"It's okay, I can't blame you for this. There will be no shortage of this dregs... Let me clean it up first, otherwise it won't be good if I will be seen." Qi Lin waved his hand and first took the ground. The necks of the two people who fainted with the clubs were twisted, then they stepped over the corpses and closed the airtight door of the room.

"Oh……"

Song Xiaodie nodded, but after that, she held up two small blood-stained hands, looked at Qi Lin helplessly, and said, "What should I do?"

After so many battles in the wasteland, killing is not difficult for her, but she has no experience in how to destroy the dead.

Qi Lin rubbed his eyebrows with a headache: "Well, dry the blood on your hands first, and then find a few large enough sacks to keep the clothes from changing, so you don't have to get dirty again later."

"okay"

Song Xiaodie knelt down and rubbed the blood from his hands on the clothes of the corpse.

Washing, mopping, cleaning and other steps used up a lot of water. Looking at the water meter that was spinning all the way, Qi Lin was not only a bit painful, but also the longest black pointer every turn, his own personal resource point account ten The number in the upper digit will fall down several times. Although it is low-grade water that is only minimally filtered and purified and cannot be drinkable, in this era of resource scarcity, such a large amount is also a sky-high price.

"Damn, the loss is big, I have to find some compensation..."

With that, Qi Lin squatted in front of the corpse and began to search for the things on the three people.

A severely deformed aluminum military jug, two boxes of low-quality homemade cigarettes with only a few sticks left, and a set of lock picking tools made of iron wire and metal brazing, and a few of them are just ordinary knives. In addition, there is nothing valuable in the three of them.

"How can those who came out to robbery these days help poor ghosts..." Qi Lin remembered the few people who blocked him when he went out last time. Those guys were also very poor and dying, fearing that they had the few money on him. , Are all used to buy murder weapons...

But these three people are different from those last time. They are in the identity of the Red Shirt Gang, so Qi Lin has to deal with their bodies carefully.

Song Xiaodie finally found three big and strong sacks from the pile of debris in the house. Before putting the three of them in, Qi Lin first untied the red cloth strips on their arms. I scratched all the faces with a knife, then turned around and asked, "Fluttershy, is there any sodium hydroxide? It's caustic soda or quicklime. I remember I bought some as a desiccant before."

"I am searching"

After a while, Song Xiaodie immediately ran over holding a glass bottle full of caustic soda. Qi Lin took the glass bottle and poured some caustic soda on the faces of the three of them carefully. Finally, he put the kettle again. All the water in it poured on.

"laugh"

A choking smell immediately dispersed, and as the caustic soda melted, the bloody skin on the three people's faces instantly corroded beyond recognition.

"Okay, I'll go to deal with the corpse. You clean the house again, and the traces are cleaned. Don't save money and oxygen. Turn on the power of the ventilation fan to the maximum. The bloody smell in the room is too strong. Next time you kill in your own home, try to use Blunt, don't see blood." Qi Lin exhorted Song Xiaodie.

"Ah? Next, next time?" Song Xiaodie was obviously stunned.

"Uh, I mean, if there is another time."

"But... you gave me this knife..."

"Ahem, this will be yours from now on." Old Qi Lin blushed, quickly pointed to the club lying on the ground, dragged three heavy sacks, hurriedly opened the airtight door and slipped out.

...

There was no one in the tunnel, but Qi Lin dragged the three conspicuous sacks and did not dare to stay too long.Generally speaking, the most appropriate and cost-effective way to dispose of corpses is to sell them to the black-hearted butchers in the black market, and turn these three guys into dried meat sticks hanging in the shop. However, if you do this, it is not allowed to be at the beginning. They will be recognized. After all, the forces of the Red Shirt Gang can be described as covering the sky with one hand in the dark corner of Refuge 187. Qi Lin is not sure whether those black market butcher shops are related to them.

Then the three corpses can only be dragged to a corner of the tunnel to wait for them to decay on their own. As long as they are not noticed, after the three corpses are decomposed by microorganisms into a pile of bones, the Red Shirt Gang will almost never die. Want to find these three people.2k novel reading network