Wasteland Code Survival

Although the situation has become increasingly tense, in the Lei family's mansion, the monthly dinner is still going on in an orderly manner.

A velvet tapestry of gold and red hung on the Baroque columns. Waiters carrying a variety of famous wines and delicacies walked through the crowd. A large-scale band played a gorgeous symphony in the corner, in the air. Everywhere is filled with the breath of drunken gold fans.

This is not just a banquet that only members of the Lei family participated in. Several other large families or members of large consortia will also be invited to participate. In the upper class, the families who can participate in this banquet will be recognized by everyone. For the real giants.

Ladies in expensive dresses gathered together and talked about jewelry and perfume, while young talents from various families talked about hunting and competition. Of course, the hunting in their mouths did not mean anything. Going up the wasteland to fight against mutant creatures refers to a kind of "premium sport" carried out in a hunting ground specially built for the powerful.

The mutant beasts in these hunting grounds have their teeth and claws removed, and drugs used to soften muscles have been injected into their bodies. An F-class alienated grizzly bear with a height of more than five meters, under the action of drugs, the actual combat effectiveness is even elite. The level is not up to.

In addition, when hunting is often accompanied by high-level bodyguards, there is no danger in this kind of sport. What is left is the excitement of hunting and the capital to boast of to girls in social circles.

"I just slaughtered an E-class mutant wolf last week. The body of the giant wolf is like a tank. I rode on its neck and cut the artery in its neck with a hunting knife until it A second before bleeding to death, it failed to lift me off of it—"

A guy in a black tuxedo with a glass of champagne in one hand and a beautiful girl in the other is bragging about his achievements to the girl in his arms, and the girl's eyes are full of admiration. Looks like this man is the most powerful evolutionary in the world...

Of course he is an evolutionary, but only the lowest level one. The evolutionary level of these giants is generally not high. It is not because they lack the resource points to buy serum, but they are unwilling to endure the unbearable level of promotion. It’s just pain.

"Unfortunately, because of those parasites, our family moved all the industries in the wasteland to the south, and the hunting ground has to be abandoned, otherwise I will definitely take you where to play."

"Okay..." Feeling the palm that was constantly stroking her waist, the girl lowered her head slightly and responded with shame.

"It shouldn't be long before the people below will clean up those monsters. There will definitely be a chance then."

"Ok."

"Let's go, dance." The teenager took the girl's hand, and the two walked to the dance floor in the middle of the hall. At this stage of the banquet, the dance floor was already overcrowded, and a pair of young men and women were stepping on the standard Dance steps, dancing lightly to the rhythm of the music.

The Kuroshio went south, and it seemed to be a trivial matter for those who had never fought the parasites head-on. In their impression, the parasites were nothing more than a relatively large number of mutant creatures.

These teenagers and girls are flowers that really grow in the greenhouse. Even in the refuge, they still lead a life indistinguishable from the old days, and the concepts of death and radiation are even thinner to the extreme.

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In a corner of the banquet hall that cannot be illuminated by light, there is a sofa. On the sofa sits two people, one old and one young. The old man is the thunder that Qi Lin had dealt with at the time, and the young man is always bound. In a black robe similar to that of a medieval wizard, even his face was not revealed.

In this banquet, such a strange attire is obviously incompatible with other people, to put it more seriously,

"These people... the future of mankind, do you old guys plan to hand it over to them?" The young man glanced at the peers on the dance floor and said, with a clear disdain in his tone.

"They are all elites of each family. It's best not to let them hear you, otherwise there will definitely be young and energetic guys who will throw the gloves on your face." Lei Ting's face has always been faint. Smile, exactly the same as when he had breakfast with Qi Lin.

"Elite? I'm sorry, except for their surnames, I don't think there is anything in them worthy of the word elite." The young man's words were still sharp.

"Your point of view is too extreme. As long as the blood of famous nobles flows in their veins, they are the elites of the upper class, elites. This is actually a very broad definition... I think you may be outside. It’s been too long, so it’s better to give yourself a vacation. Now it’s still too late to change clothes and find a beautiful girl to dance a song. The banquet is only halfway through." Lei Ting picked up the wine glass on the table and sipped it. He said.

"I'm not interested. I came here just to confirm one thing to you...Is there really only three months left for the war with the mastermind?"

"Isn't this what the speaker of the'organization' announced at the secret meeting? You shouldn't have come to ask me." Lei Ting said.

"Nonsense, who doesn't know that the old man is a puppet, you know more things than him."

"Then you really made a mistake this time, and I just learned about it."

"Okay, okay, I'm just a pawn anyway. The pawn doesn't need to know so many things. We just need to follow the instructions of the player, right?" the young man said angrily, putting his face mask slightly Pulled a little away, poured a full glass of champagne in one breath.

"You are a chess piece, why am I also a chess piece? Three months' time, less than a hundred days... Look at the people in the venue, how many of these people can live beyond one hundred days?"

"Why do these people live or die?" The young man finished the second glass of champagne, and then said, "What's more, the three-month time limit may just be the casual talk of the people above, maybe three Months later, you are still holding such a banquet here, drinking a bottle of champagne with 160,000 resources as plain water."

"I hope it's like that..." Just as Thunder said, there was a scream from the dance floor!

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