infinite boiling

Chapter 316 Poor Wasteland Residents and Generous Employers
"The black metal texture of that machine gun is indeed charming, but I want a woman more. Look at their skin, it's so fair and smooth. It must be very comfortable to press under my body." A young man with a beard all over his face is poor He couldn't afford a gas mask at all, so he exposed his head to the air, but he was a mutant, so he was no longer afraid of radiation damage.

This guy is tall and strong, with abnormally thick bones and joints, holding an AK47 that is even in tatters, but he still loves it terribly, and keeps wiping the barrel of the gun with his sleeve unconsciously. habit.

"Where did these wanderers come from? Are they all lunatics? They ran out without wearing protective clothing, and those top-quality equipment..." Another middle-aged man was wearing a black gas mask covered in stains and dust. People chattered endlessly, talking about all kinds of doubts, but unfortunately no one cared about him, obviously they were familiar with his cautious character.

"Okay, Sholokhov, I'm more concerned about how much food they have in their backpacks, I hope it's not frozen black bread, and lend me your scope, this broken telescope multiplies It’s too small.” Gregory saw a few flakes of snow falling on the broken telescope, so he quickly wiped it off, fearing that it would get wet, it’s so precious.

Little Paul and Pavel immediately booed him. In the wasteland world after the nuclear war, every bit of material is extremely precious, and a piece of bread the size of a fingernail is worth two people's lives.

"Follow up quickly, it's time to do it. If the Iron Fist patrol car sees them, we won't even get a single hair." Old Paul climbed up, holding his AK74 wrapped in tape, and sneaked cautiously Going up, Sholokhov also shut his mouth. They are all experienced wasteland adventurers, and there is still some common sense in this.

Tang Zheng huddled on the third floor of an abandoned building, and only exposed the 3-power telescope through the window to observe the pursuers. After only [-] minutes, he saw the figures of five people.

"Could the equipment be any worse? Four broken guns, and one of them used a self-made crossbow." Tang Zheng muttered, tears streaming down his face. Each of them was wrapped in worn coats or cotton jackets with black paint on them. It's pitch black, and it won't be so dirty even if it hasn't been washed for a year. It's unkempt, and it can't see its original appearance.

"It really is a wasteland world." Tang Zheng shuddered when he thought that he would live in this kind of world for two years. Let alone the bathing problem, it was a good thing he brought toilet paper, otherwise he would be in such pain.

The northern outskirts of the city have been bombed by nuclear bombs, so a small part of the buildings are still intact, but they have been abandoned for more than 100 years, and there is only an empty shell left, and the ground is even thicker. A layer of dust, only some birds and animals haunt the ghostly city, except for occasional weeds with strong vitality, no green plants can be seen, and the whole field of vision is all gray.

"It's too desolate." Looking at this kind of environment for a long time will give people a sense of depression, and coupled with the fact that he can only hear his own breathing, even Tang Zheng feels a little depressed and lonely.

Five wasteland residents cautiously passed by the building where Tang Zheng was hiding. Except for Pavel and Little Paul, the three middle-aged people were very cautious. They stopped and looked at the surrounding buildings, because it was Tang Zheng who disappeared. place.

Tang Zheng quickly lowered his body, and slowly pulled the bolt. Footprints cannot be covered up, and he may engage in battle at any time. Then he began to hesitate. It is certain that a prisoner will be left, and he must know the information, but what about the others?Kill them all?
"I don't know how their relationship is? It would be great if we can use materials to solve the problem." Before getting the general information about the city, Tang Zheng decided to pretend to be kind.

The other party was hostile, there is no doubt about it, Tang Zheng could tell from their greedy eyes, but these five people just glanced at Tang Zheng's hiding place, ignored him, and continued to chase Qin Yan and his party. In their view, a person's bait is too little, and they must use the limited bullets to get the biggest prey.

Tang Zheng shrugged his shoulders and followed.

The five adventurers were very familiar with the terrain here. One minute later, Gregory and Pavel left the team and took a detour, apparently to ambush and intercept Qin Yan and his party.

"Good opportunity." After waiting for another minute to make sure they were far away, Tang Zheng hid behind an old car that was already covered in rust, and started shooting at the remaining old Paul and the other three.

Da da, the crisp sound of gunfire disturbed the silent city. With two puffs, the bullet penetrated into Sholokhov's feet, splashing two fistfuls of crushed snow.

Because ammunition was scarce, the three of them did not fight back, but immediately looked for cover. They did not expect that there was only one person on the other side, and they dared to attack.

"Come out and talk to me, or you will get a headshot next time." Tang Zheng shot two short bursts at the car where little Paul was hiding.

"You lunatic, you don't need money for bullets, it's too wasteful." Little Paul yelled, since he was a child, he had never seen such a wasteful guy.

"Russian?" Tang Zheng smiled. These guys don't seem to be poor in general, so the negotiation is likely to succeed.

"I'll fire thirty bullets and tell me all the information about this city, or you will die." Tang Zheng roared, not afraid of revealing his location.

"At least fifty." Little Paul couldn't hold his breath, and directly missed the bottom line, but his father gave him a hard look.

"Impossible, at least I need a rifle." Old Paul bargained, but just as he spoke, the iron skin on his head was immediately punched out by bullets.

"Forty, by the way, you better decide quickly, or those two unlucky ghosts will definitely die. My companion is not as kind as I am." Changed location.

"The other party is very experienced, so there is no way to snipe." Sholokhov put down the SVD, with a look of displeasure on his face, "It's a hard stubble."

"Father, what should we do? Forty bullets are quite a lot." Little Paul hadn't finished his sentence yet, and there were already intensive gunshots in front of him. He was so startled that he almost jumped up, and shouted depressedly, "You prodigal sons, put Leave the bullets to me."

What responded to him was a string of bullets. This time, even old Paul and Sholokhov felt distressed to death. These bullets could exchange enough food for two days.

After completely demoralizing them, Tang Zheng said leisurely, "I also need a guide. If you do well, there will be rewards."

Tang Zheng has a lot of firearms on his body now. In addition to his thunderstorm rifle and Gauss sniper rifle, he also has three C-level firearms, a non-destructive AK74 and a non-destructive M4A1. In addition, there are two ordinary M4A1s, one AN94, and two An M1911A1 pistol, a six-barrel machine gun, and an M249 were all seized. As for various bullets, there were nearly 30 rounds, not to mention grenades and AT4s. It can be said that Tang Zheng is completely a mobile arsenal.

Tang Zheng picked up a lot of thunderstorm rifles in two team battles alone, and gave Pang Meiqin Baiguo and others one each, so he didn't look at those ordinary firearms at all, and even the non-destructive ones would not be in his eyes, otherwise He would not give the Howling Death to Miranda as a favor.

The gunshots on the front street stopped, but there were explosions of grenades one after another. Needless to say, it was Xiao Lufan who abused people again. If Pang Meiqin was replaced by Pang Meiqin, she would definitely not want to waste an extra bullet. Recharge, unless it is absolutely necessary, never fire a shot.

The faces of the old Paul and the three turned pale all of a sudden, hesitating.

"Dad, don't hesitate. The grenades thrown by them are enough for us to buy food for a month. Besides, we are so poor, even if you rob someone, you will probably feel dirty." Little Paul is not belittling himself, but the fact To be honest, listening to the explosion of those grenades, his envious eyes turned green, "This kind of big customer can't be let go."

"I'll count to three, otherwise the negotiation is over, and you will die." Tang Zheng knew that these people should be oppressed, so he compressed the counting interval to a very short time.

"Wait, I agree." Old Paul quickly agreed, he also felt sorry for those grenades, and shouted, "Tell your companion not to lose the grenades, just give us five of them."

"Put down the gun and come out with your head in your hands. Don't worry, I won't bring a gun either." Tang Zheng wanted to keep the protective clothing a secret, so he gave them a feeling that he was also afraid of being shot.

"Okay." Old Paul didn't hesitate, hung the gun on his chest, and walked out slowly.

"Very good." Tang Zheng saw that the three of them had all left their hiding places and walked up the street, and asked, "Can I tell you who they are?"

"We are residents of this city, and we all live in the subway gathering place. You homeless people also go there to replenish supplies? I can lead the way." Old Paul looked Tang Zheng up and down, and asked, "Oriental people, you Come to your gathering place?"

"Please note that you do not have the right to ask." Tang Zheng warned with a cold face, "Which city is this? How many gathering places are there?"

"Moscow, as far as I know, there are seven of them, but I have only been to two of them." Old Paul was very cooperative, but the cunning of wastelanders flashed in his eyes, "Can you pay ten bullets first?"

"No problem." Tang Zheng stretched his hand behind his backpack, took out a drum, and shook it, "7.62mm bullets, good answer, this one-hundred-round drum is yours."

"What do you want to ask?" Little Paul's eyes turned green, he stared at the drum in his hand, then slid to the backpack on his back, guessing what was in it, and then looked at the brand new bag on Tang Zheng's chest. AK74, he seemed to smell the delicious gun oil, so he hesitated.

Little Paul began to think about whether he could be killed in hand-to-hand combat, because Tang Zheng was wearing three protections, and there was no way to judge his strength from his size.

"Don't be impulsive, this kid's voice is very confident, and he dared to walk over, which means that he is not afraid of us at all." Sholokhov's eyes were sharp, and he saw Tang Zheng's eyes through the gas mask. He had no fear at all, Treat them like ants.

(End of this chapter)