Wasteland Code Survival

"Guest, your food is ready, please use it slowly." A burly man with a not-so-clean white apron on his chest brought a stainless steel dinner plate to Qi Lin.

He is both a chef, a waiter and the owner of this small restaurant.

This fly restaurant on the second floor of the street has an area of ​​only 20 or 30 square meters, three tables, and a bar. It is two o'clock in the afternoon. The restaurant has passed. Apart from Qi Lin, the only diners, there are only restaurants. The boss is alone.

The food in the stainless steel plate is not exquisite. Whether it is potato wedges or fried luncheon meat, there is a choking smell of oily smoke. A few pieces of yellow cabbage leaves taken out of the can are plates. The only side dish is a meal worth eight resource points. Although the taste is not delicious, it is better than enough.

The consumption level of residents in the middle area is still much higher than that of the slum areas. In the slum area, a large bag of paste-like synthetic food can be eaten for three or four days with a little resource, but in the middle area, the average person eats one meal on average. The food standard reached around five o'clock.

Qi Lin fiddled with the fried rice on the plate with a spoon, and then stopped the restaurant owner who had just turned and walked towards the bar.

The restaurant owner turned his head and wiped his big hands on the apron around his waist, his face was a little puzzled: "What's the matter? Do you want something else for the guest?"

Qi Lin did not speak. Instead, he first took out a half-pack of "Hongta Mountain" from the old era from his pocket and stuffed it into the pocket of the restaurant owner's apron.

"Boss, I have something to ask you about."

"No problem, no problem, please do not hesitate to ask the guest." The restaurant owner was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously put his hand into his pocket, touched the half-pack of "Hongta Mountain", and his face immediately burst into enthusiasm. Smile.

The quality of old cigarettes, even the cheap low-end products, is much better than the inferior products provided in the refuge, but this kind of thing, if you smoke one, you will lose one, like this pack of old times Hongtashan, which only sells for seven yuan in the store, can be sold at a high price of close to one hundred resource points in the underground black market of the refuge.

Half a box of Hongta Mountain is almost fifty resource points, which is much more expensive than the meal ordered by Qi Lin.

"What's the name of the company opposite?" Qi Lin pointed to the big courtyard of the Red Shirt Gang across the street from the window.

The restaurant owner showed a strange look on his face and asked, "Guest, are you not a local?"

"No?" Qi Lin shook his head, "I came from Vault 192 to do business. I didn't expect the passages between the various refuges to be closed just a few days after I arrived here. I don't know when it will be. Reopen."

"No wonder, I told you, the name of the company opposite is'WIA Trading Co., Ltd.', cough..." The restaurant owner coughed, then reached Qi Lin's ear and lowered his voice, "but We locals all know that the name of the company is just a cover. Although on the surface it is engaged in the pharmaceutical trade, the other name of the WIA Trading Co., Ltd. is even more famous..."

"What's your name?" Qi Lin continued to pretend to be stupid.

"The Red Shirt Gang. This is the biggest gang in our Refuge No. 187. The pharmaceutical business of Avia Trade only accounts for a small part of the Red Shirt Gang's turnover. Those drugs, arms, and human trade are the money. Big head"

"There are still arms? Can you buy guns and bullets from them?" Qi Lin asked in surprise.

"Of course!" said the restaurant owner, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and asked in a mysterious manner: "Why, how many guns do you want to play with the guest?"

"How do you say? Boss, do you have a way out?" Qi Lin is worried about how to get into the Red Shirt Gang's resident and how to find the warehouse for storing weapons, but now I see that this humble fly restaurant owner seems to be able to help himself Look like.

"Hey...to tell you, my brother-in-law works in the red shirt gang,

According to the current price of guns on the black market, the cheapest is the hand-assembled earthen pistol. This kind of pistol is very poor in range, accuracy and reliability. It can only be loaded with one bullet at a time, and it is particularly easy to jam or explode. , But even with this inferior pistol, one has to sell for more than 60 or 70 resource points.

As for a crude imitation 54 semi-automatic pistol, the price has now reached more than 300 points. If it is an old-age product, it will be doubled from this price.

And if it is a genuine 54-type pistol produced by a regular military factory, it does not have a four-digit point or more, and it cannot be eaten. As for the 95-type assault rifle, it is completely in a state of price and no market.

The agency fee of 20% is not a small amount, no wonder the restaurant owner suddenly became so enthusiastic.

"Hmm...I really want to buy a large black star for civilian use, I don't know if you can get it." Qi Lin asked.

Civilian Big Black Star, this is the common name of ordinary people for the imitation 54-style pistol. This kind of pistol has a simple structure and good power. It can be regarded as one of the few civilian imitation standard weapons.

In the past China, until the outbreak of the nuclear war, the ban on guns for ordinary citizens was not lifted. Therefore, in the refuge in China, it is much more difficult to obtain guns than the United States on the other side of the ocean, and the price is also paid. It's much higher.

"Big Black Star, right? Okay, no problem. Guests, please wait here for a while. I'll find my brother-in-law." After speaking, the restaurant owner generously poured Qi Lin a full glass of his own brew. Beer, and then hurried downstairs.

Qi Lin raised his glass, took a sip, his eyebrows wrinkled and fucked immediately. This ghost beer is as sour as urine. Even the coffee made by the guy Hans would taste better than this.

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The owner of the restaurant returned after leaving for about twenty minutes. Behind him, he was followed by a guy wearing a water mill denim, a pair of ripped slacks, and a henhouse with colorful hair.

To use a buzzword in the old days, this guy is a typical "kill Matt non-mainstream."

Killing Matt’s arm is covered with a red armband, which is obviously a kind of person in the red shirt gang. As soon as he walked up to the second floor, those small eyes with thieves and squirrels rolled around and stared straight. On Qi Lin's body.