Wasteland Code Survival

In the real world, a medium-scale refuge in Huaxia District, the middle area.

Unlike the refuge slums, which are all made up of tunnels and caves, the middle area is more spacious and the total area is broader. Here, most people have a stable job and income, and there are also various Commercial buildings provide residents with various services—compared to slums, this place is closer to the social structure of small towns in the old days.

Suspended rail cars are the most common means of transportation in the middle area. In the underground space of the refuge, there are no roads extending in all directions for cars. People who want to go farther can only take this special transportation. tool.

Some of the metal tracks of the suspended railcars are embedded in the dome of the underground space, and some are simply volley structures. In the middle area, as long as you look up, you can see the crisscross metal suspension rails dividing the top of the shelter into one piece. Block irregular spaces.

An old-fashioned suspension car with paint almost peeling off came slowly and stopped on the edge of a platform, and a thin middle-aged man got off the suspension car.

This middle-aged man wore a slightly faded but very clean, trim-fit brown suit, holding a metal cane in his hand, a small hygienic beard on his tight lips, and a shiny head. Combed into a flat stick, quite a retro style of the Eastern aristocracy during the Meiji Restoration period.

The middle-aged man walked off the platform and looked around without a trace. Then he walked along a small alley until he stopped in front of a small Japanese-style izakaya.

Although there is a tattered Japanese-style red lantern hung at the entrance of this pub, and the signboard is also written in Japanese, no matter whether it is a drinker or a seller of alcohol, it is very pure. In Chinese, even the wines on their tables are mostly "Red Star Erguotou" and "Hezi Beer" which shouldn't appear in izakayas.

Sniffing the smell of inferior alcohol in the air, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, bent over and got in through the small door less than half a meter wide, and walked to the counter without squinting.

"What do you want to drink? It's a small business, no credit." The owner of the izakaya lay on the counter with a toothpick in his mouth, and glanced lazily at the middle-aged man.

"Sake." The middle-aged man covered the counter with his body and placed a few coins on the counter.

Now all the common currencies used in refuges around the world are resource points stored in the main brain. The currencies of the old era have been completely abandoned except for gold.Not to mention banknotes, those coins left over before the war either became toys in the hands of children in the refuge, or they were collected by some large consortia at low prices and returned to the furnace for use elsewhere.

Seeing the few coins that the middle-aged man suddenly touched, the corner of the izakaya owner's eyes twitched slightly. He looked at the customers sitting outside on tatami mats drinking and chatting. After making sure that no one was looking in this direction, he put it away. Those coins, took out a key card from under the counter, pressed it on the counter, and moved it in front of the middle-aged man.

"Back, basement."

The owner of the izakaya finished talking, then sat back and stopped looking at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took the key card on the counter, walked around the counter and walked to a small patio behind the izakaya. In the corner of the patio, there is a square metal cover plate, and the edge of the cover plate is pressed A wooden box full of empty wine bottles.

The middle-aged man removed the wooden box and lifted the cover. Below it was a narrow staircase. He looked around again before getting in and turning around to close the cover.

The length of the stairs is not long. The middle-aged man walked more than a dozen steps before reaching the bottom. A small door appeared in front of him with a rusty slot on the door handle.

Inserting the key card into the slot, the middle-aged man opened the small door and walked into the basement with a click of the metal lock tongue inside the door.

The situation inside the basement is completely different from the outside. The floor is covered with high-end carpets and tatami mats, the walls are inlaid with precious red wooden boards, and a crystal carved lamp hangs from the ceiling.

In the middle of the basement, there is a small wooden table full of Japanese style. On the table are several dishes of exquisite side dishes and a pot of sake. A young man in the uniform of a refuge officer is sitting on the other side of the small wooden table. , Holding a wine glass in one hand and eating chopsticks in the other.

"I haven't seen you for nearly five years, you still look rude." The middle-aged man said, and sat down on the other side of the small wooden table. He took the jug and poured himself a glass.

"Nonsense, I'm just a big man in the army, you love me, you think everyone is like your weakness, nonsense! By the way, the taste of your Dongying cuisine is indeed okay, just the amount. Too little, not enough to eat at all.” The officer said, but the chopsticks in his hand did not stop at all, and the wind rolled up several slices of sashimi like a remnant of the wind, washed them in a saucepan, and then stuffed them into his mouth. .

"Your way of eating is completely violating Tianzhen, although these fish are artificially bred in underground fish ponds, but in this era, they are already considered the top ingredients." The middle-aged man looked at with some dissatisfaction. That young officer.

"The top-notch ingredient? Wouldn't it also turn into feces in the end? What's the difference? Forget it, don’t talk to you about this, how about it, the previous piece of information is out of order? Identity, how come here in person...Mr. Mitsui?"

"Please don't call my name directly here, Ozawa-kun."

"Then don't call me Ozawa, it sounds like an old-time Dongying aV actress, my name is Lei Xiaoze!"

"Well, Mr. Lei Xiaoze." The middle-aged man nodded.

"Okay." Lei Xiaoze waved his hand, drank the wine in the glass, and said, "Are you sure that the Toyama from Yamato Heavy Industries is really dead?"

"Yes, this point, we can basically be sure... Toyama has never appeared in public since a year ago, and the internal meetings of Yamato Heavy Industries also used the so-called'remote operation' to let his robot secretary replace the execution. The new plan and the report submitted under the approval... But according to the intelligence we obtained by breaking into Yamato Heavy Industries' internal spies, also a year ago, Mr. Toyama's personal medical staff had resigned and their whereabouts are currently unknown."

"The old guy from Toyama suffers from severe asthma and heart disease. Had it not been for high-tech medical means, this old thing would have returned to the West before the war, but now Yamato Heavy Industries has even withdrawn his personal medical staff. Dropped, so you guys think he is dead, right?"

"Yes, Yamato Heavy Industries' research is not focused on medical treatment, so we don't think that Mr. Toyama's body has the possibility of healing."

"That's good." Lei Xiaoze put down his chopsticks and put his hands on the table, "The problem is, if Toyama is dead, then behind this robotic secretary, the man who manipulates the entire Yamato Heavy Industry is again Who?"

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