latent syndrome.

Chapter 312

"At the time I thought it was a gypsy scam, you know, those crystal divinations, voodoo voodoo."

"What a fucking super ancient tunnel, digging through the crust and mantle, and registering with a mobile phone number, it's really stupid."

"Is there a possibility? It's true. Those who bought the quota with 2000 yuan have already hoarded supplies that can live for hundreds of thousands of years. Now they are having a party, wine pool meat forest, after drinking, men and women Let’s have a big party together.”

"No, no, register with your mobile phone number. Now that you have Kiba's communication, which mobile phone can still get through? They have been dismantled and used as radios. Without a mobile phone, how will those people notify you?"

"It's always right to have a thought. When the camp is gone, you can go and find those people."

"Speaking of which, the Salvation Army will be here in a few days..."

Having said that, everyone in the hall fell silent.

Garner walked up to a long table and lined up a bullet on the table, asking the warehouse manager to pick up the supplies in exchange for half a liter of beer and a can of luncheon meat.

Each type of canned food has different prices. Under the standard weight, canned vegetables are equal to [-]ml of beer, preserved meats range from [-] to [-]ml, and the most expensive canned fruit is the most expensive. Some even use two special Bullets to buy.

The warehouse manager checked the bullet with a magnifying glass. It was produced by the Countermeasures Bureau without error. The coded notch and its craftsmanship can only be achieved by the Countermeasures Bureau's arsenal-standard ammunition.

It must be a special bullet.

Ordinary bullets are meaningless. Hitting infected people and berserk monsters is just tickling, but it is more than enough to kill ordinary people.

At this time, a disheveled man opened the door and made a creaking sound. All the people in the tavern were startled by the sound and looked over there one after another.

Because of herd mentality, Garner can't help but look back.

"Hold."

"A raw face."

"This is someone from outside!"

"How did he get in here?"

"Did he kill the person on duty?"

Several people immediately took out their pistols and aimed at the person at the door, but because the special ammunition was hard currency, and this kind of outsider might have extremely strong strength, no one shot first.

Each camp is extremely xenophobic, and will not be accepted unless it is repeatedly confirmed that there is no threat and some accommodation fees are paid.

"calm down."

The warehouse manager, who was going to pick up the cans for Ghana, also stopped, and used the walkie-talkie to ask the situation of the guards at the entrance of the camp. Everything was normal and there was no problem.

A drop of cold sweat dripped down his forehead, telling everyone not to shoot. There is only one possibility, the other party is a very high-level infected person.

The Bureau of Countermeasures once divided the infected into grades from E to S. This person is likely to be B-grade or even A-grade. As for S-grade, I dare not even think about it. It is a strong person who does not know how many people can produce one. .

Garner put his hand on the holster calmly, ready to deal with the next change.

That person seemed to have been wandering for a very long time, his curly gray hair was congealed into pieces, and his clothes were extremely tattered, as if he had been dug out of a garbage dump.

Even in this kind of apocalypse, clothes are not precious items, they can be found everywhere, and there are quite a few neat and clean ones, which are far from worth a special bullet.

It can only show that this person has been wandering in the dangerous outside world for a very long time.

He is very tall, but his back is slightly curved. Even if he is 1.9 meters tall and close to two meters, he looks only 1.8 meters in that posture.

Perhaps because of some neurological disease, the corners of his face and mouth twitched occasionally.

"I have no malice."

"I just came here to live for a few days, I need to take a shower, and I need to ask some questions."

The homeless man took off the package on his back. The package was big and heavy, like a cyclist's travel backpack. His strength was astonishing. When he came over with his hand, he made a sound, like countless The sound of small pieces of metal colliding together.

Everyone, including Garner, swallowed their throats, and the homeless man walked slowly to the long table next to the warehouse manager and slammed his backpack on it.

A few special-made bullets scattered from the piled up backpack. When the backpack was opened, it was full of special-made bullets. I don't know how many there were, hundreds of them, or thousands of them, or even more.

He generously grabbed a handful of them, about thirty or forty bullets, and placed them all on the long table, with a refreshing metallic sound.

It seems to have encountered some fierce battle, and the face has been disfigured, as if it had been gouged by an axe, from the upper left of the forehead to the chin, and the head was chopped off by something and then stitched up again.

"These should be enough."

"For the rest, please everyone in the audience have a few drinks."

Luka's tone was cold.

He didn't give up.

As long as you find that man, you can reverse everything and get everything back on track.

Apparently.

This is a super fat sheep, but no one at the scene dared to make up his mind. Even in such a long time, he has never encountered such a miraculous character.

Garner looked at the special ammunition that was shining brightly on the table, and his eyes were already straightened.

The warehouse manager was also dumbfounded, this man didn't take these bullets seriously at all.

"of course."

"These are completely enough."

"However, according to regulations, for the safety of the camp, some inspections must be done."

The warehouse manager bite the bullet and said, no one knows how he got these bullets, maybe he plundered a camp to have such rich assets.

"an examination?"

"Um……"

"I like rules."

"Without rules, the world is what it is today."

"What are the regulations?"

Luca asked. He had searched too many places, but there was still no sign of the man. After all the continents merged into a supercontinent, there was no so-called map, and even he was a little dizzy.

In the worst case, he would have to map the current world and do a blanket search.

Now his policy has also changed, and more manpower must be gathered to find that man.

"Check your radiation first."

"Please roll up your sleeves."

The warehouse manager has secretly notified the main combat forces of the camp to come here, and is now delaying time.

Luka did not refuse, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal his wrists covered with dirt and dust.

The supervisor put the instrument in his hand.

After five seconds.

The instrument emits a neutral electronic announcement sound.

[Radiation value: 0 roentgen. 】

[Belongs to the normal range. 】

【accessible. 】

Everyone present was shocked, their jaws almost fell to the ground, 0 roentgen?how can that be?No matter how strong the infected person is, when they come back from the outside world, they will leave radiation residues more or less.

What kind of monster is this person?

Garner's throat rolled, and he couldn't help but recall what the watchman said. Now the camp is in danger, and the Salvation Army will come back to search for supplies in a few days.

If it was this man, he might be able to deal with the infected people from the Salvation Army.

(End of this chapter)