Wasteland Code Survival

The oxygen content of the air in the tunnel of the refuge is extremely low, and even the normal breathing of humans cannot be satisfied. If you smoke here, a cigarette will be extinguished without a few puffs after it is lit.

Extinguishment is not bad. In some tunnels, the accumulated corpses will decompose and leaven in an oxygen-deficient environment, which will generate a large amount of methane, which is commonly known as biogas. If an open flame is used easily in such a place, I am afraid that it will even be complete. 'S body could not be found.

Since the red shirt gang wants to smoke, they must not smoke in the tunnel. According to Qi Lin, the nearest place with open gas supply equipment is a small trading market, although the trading time has passed. , 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 used a tool to open several finger-sized holes on his self-made breathing mask, and the inferior cigarette he held was drilled out of one of the holes. .

He took out a plastic lighter from his pocket again, hit it lightly, and with a "pop", an electric spark flashed by, and a small flame burst out, but he didn't wait for him to collect the smoke. Going up, the faint flame went out with a pop.

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

"Oh shit!"

The man cursed and struck the fire several times, but each time it extinguished more quickly, in the end, only electric sparks flashed continuously.

At this time, he realized that it was the hypoxic environment 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, and 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 more than two hundred meters in tandem. Qi Lin suddenly increased, and quickly got close behind the red shirt gang, and pulled off the other's breathing mask. Covering his nose and mouth with his hand, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and a fist hit the opponent's abdomen!

"Well--"

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

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

"what--"

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, and the edge of the blade already had a A small part is cut into the skin.

This 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 persuaded?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...whatever you want...I will give you..." After several seconds, the red shirt gang tremblingly said, obviously, he is treating Qi Lin as The kind of gangsters who lay in a remote tunnel and rob and rob single pedestrians.

"Don't say anything, I just want to ask a few questions." Qi Lin lowered his voice and said in a hoarse voice, dragging the red shirt gang into a remote fork in the road. Then 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 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. Without this thing, ordinary people only need to stay in the tunnel environment for more than a dozen. He would suffocate in minutes, he didn't want to have the red shirt gang fainted before he finished the question.

"You...what are you asking? As long as you don't kill me, 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's appearance, but Cong Qi Lin suddenly attacked until he dragged him here. The only thing he could be sure of was that the guy who hijacked him was far more powerful than himself. It was just a momentary thing to kill himself.

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

"Tell me, what kind of business does the'big business' that your helper said about?" Qi Lin patted the opponent's 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 is the content of this'big business'?" Qi Lin repeated the question in more detail.

"What are you asking about?" The Red Shirt Gang's gang was a little surprised.

"Now I am asking you, not you asking me. If you want to survive, answer me honestly." Qi Lin said, turning the dagger in his hand, and slamming the red shirt with his grip to help the crowd. The upper part of the 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 affairs... 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 was a little depressed. This red shirt gang didn’t seem to be lying--if the red shirt gang really wanted to make any big moves, out of secrecy, like the guy in front of him who had no status in the gang, I don't know it is reasonable.

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 doesn't have any good feelings about the sanctuary, if Refuge 187 is also caught in the storm of the rebellion, it means Qi Lin's life is stable. It's over.

"Let me ask you a few more questions. First, has your gang bought a lot of new guns and ammunition during this time?"

The Red Shirt Gang nodded, then shook his head again.

"What do you mean? Yes or no?"

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

"Give it? Who gave it?"

"I don't know..." Hongshan Gang shook his head, "I have never seen those people before. Just a few days ago, they moved several large boxes to a warehouse controlled by our gang. Then I 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 he was afraid that Qi Lin would not believe it, he twisted his ass laboriously and said, "I secretly took one, and hid it in the hidden pocket inside my pants——"

Qi Lin heard the words and took off his awkwardly worn overalls. As expected, a small gold bar the thickness of a finger was stuffed in a secret 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 era, such a small gold bar could be sold for RMB 10,000 or 20,000.

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

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