infinite boiling

Chapter 317 Subway Shelter
"In the wasteland, fools die."

This is the cruel law that even children in the wasteland world know, because there is a saying that all wasteland residents are familiar with.

"Even a baby will skillfully stab your heart with a table knife behind your back, and then touch every nuclear bottle cap on your body."

The old Paul and the three were not sure of Tang Zheng's way, so they chose to cooperate. Besides, in terms of the other party's crazy consumption of supplies, they didn't care about fifty bullets at all.

"How many years is it now?" Tang Zheng raised his finger, looked into their eyes, and said, "Don't play tricks."

"It's 2153 A.D., I don't know. Anyway, it's been nearly 100 years since nuclear bombs wiped out the world." Old Paul was busy with his life every day, so he didn't care about these trivial and useless information.

"Why don't some people wear anti-radiation suits? Is it poor? Or they don't need it?" Tang Zheng is not afraid of exposing his ignorance. If the other party becomes greedy, he can just kill him. As for this era, he is very sad. After the nuclear winter For more than 100 years, it is estimated that the monsters have mutated for several generations.

"They are mutants after four generations, and some of them are naturally not afraid of radiation. We middle-aged people have too few resistant blood cells in their blood, so we can only carry them with them." Old Paul pointed to his mask and said helplessly, "In fact, young people will also suffer from slight radiation damage, but they are poor and have nothing to do."

Tang Zheng took out the Geiger counter and looked at it. The value was only a little higher than the safe level. It seemed that there was a radiation source near the transmission location.

"You have just come to the subway gathering place, the most important thing to be wary of is the Iron Fist Council." Sholokhov also wanted to show a friendly attitude, and asked, "Can I pick up these warheads?"

Tang Zheng nodded, indicating yes, and then asked, "Are they local evil forces?"

"On the contrary, they maintain the local order, but the law enforcement is very violent." Little Paul said with contempt and indignation on his face, "By the way, there are also high taxes."

"If you want to rest here, you'd better find a guide. This is a paradise for robbers, liars, drug dealers, and slave traders." Old Paul suddenly showed a wretched smile, and tried to sell himself, saying, "There is also Moscow." The most outstanding prostitutes are all in our No. 12 gathering place, if you need it, I can take you there, and for the sake of old Paul, you can get a [-]% discount."

"Let's go, go meet up with my companions, I guess those two unlucky ghosts have already turned into corpses." When Tang Zheng said this, he threw the drums over and observed their expressions at the same time. emotion, he would kill them instantly.

Old Paul jumped out at the first time, grabbed the drum, and did other people's life and death.

"Don't you want those bullet casings?" Little Paul licked his lips. These people are so extravagant that they don't even pick up the bullet casings.

"Please go ahead." Tang Zheng walked forward casually and said with a smile, "What is the price for hiring a guide here?"

"A drum, no, a rifle." Old Paul changed his words, stared at the AK74 on Tang Zheng's chest, and swallowed. He felt that if he could touch one, it would definitely be better than those ten bottle caps. The best whore is even more fun.

"How much can a nuclear bottle cap buy?" Tang Zheng glanced at Little Paul who passed by, and said, "Don't take me for a fool."

If the Trojan horse hadn't said that the items carried by the survivors could not be exchanged for bottle caps, Tang Zheng would have been very frugal.

"One bottle cap can buy ten rounds of bullets, or one pound of black bread, 300ml of water, and 30ml of strong vodka." When it came to food, Old Paul swallowed, and his stomach let out a cry, Xiao Luo Hof didn't hold back either, but their skins had been tempered a long time ago. In the wasteland world, they couldn't live without a face.

"Just bought such a few things?" Tang Zheng still had no way to directly affect the prices.

"That's so much? Save some food, enough to live for three days, you know? Most of the property of the people in the gathering area is only a dozen bottle caps, and most of them are traded with bullets." Little Paul with the fastest way After picking up the bullet casings at a high speed, he ran over, not panting at all, which shows that his physical fitness is excellent. Hearing what Tang Zheng said, he felt that this guy was really unreliable. Looking at his healthy face, he suddenly said, "You have never been hungry, have you?" ?”

"Inevitable." Tang Zheng nodded subconsciously, but the old Paul and the others suddenly exclaimed and looked at him with envy and hatred.

"If you are not short of money, you can go to the East District where you gather to find a few cheap prostitutes to have a group sex with a bottle cap. If you like young prostitutes who don't have a penis, then add another nuclear bottle cap." Little Paul obviously Already familiar with this way, he solicited customers with a smile all over his face, "If you name me little Paul, you can get a [-]% discount."

"Your father's name is worth [-]% off." Tang Zheng laughed, hearing the names of the two people, it should be Axe.

"You bastard, what are you talking about." Old Paul slapped his son on the back of the head pretending to be angry, just to please the guests.

"No wonder you have to save for two years. A nuclear bottle cap is equivalent to ten yuan. No, you can't play group *p and young prostitutes with ten yuan." Tang Zheng could already foresee the difficulty of this task. The index finger of his right hand tapped on the body of the gun, which was the Morse code, but none of the three wasteland residents responded.

"Another unobtrusive means of communication has been added, but their cultural knowledge seems to have a gap." Tang Zheng laughed at himself immediately. He is busy earning food for his life every day. Whoever cares about studying, even if Learning is also the most practical way to fill your stomach as soon as possible.

Tang Zheng guessed right. The residents of the wasteland basically learned to kill at the age of eight, and dispose of the corpses without changing their expressions. The cruel environment forced them to mature prematurely, and it is already a great achievement to live to 50 years old. Blessings and luck too.

"Uncle, two sneak attackers came just now, but unfortunately we didn't catch them." Lu Fan was very disappointed, and his big black and white eyes glanced at the three wasteland residents behind him, "They are very familiar with the surrounding terrain, we are afraid of stepping on the trap , did not chase."

The old Paul and the three were happy that their accomplices had escaped, but then they became depressed again, and the younger Paul even bluntly persuaded them, "The bullets and grenades you used can buy food for two months. Save a little next time."

"Ha, it's so valuable?" Lu Fan's face quickly became bitter again, "Doesn't that mean that it will take us several years to save 1 bottle caps?"

"Except for the leaders of the Iron Fist Council, the Freedom Group, the Wanderer Legion, and the upper-level figures in the assembly area, whoever can carry a hundred bottle caps in his pocket is a millionaire." Little Paul sneered at Little Lolita's self-esteem. He was careless, but his eyes were on the female model. He had never seen a woman with such good skin.

Crack, old Paul slapped him, and quickly apologized to everyone.

"Hurry up and go to the gathering place. When you meet the patrol team of the Iron Fist Council, they will collect various high taxes from you in various names." Sholokhov looked around and said, "Be careful of other adventures groups of slavers, and they sometimes make guest appearances as slave traders."

When the female models heard this word, they all shuddered. They didn't want to be played like dogs.

"Slave traders? I'm here to snatch them up. I'm worried about where to earn bottle caps." Lu Fan carried a backpack with a hand grenade on his back, with a gloomy expression on his face, motioning for everyone to open the way, and asked casually, "What else can I earn?" The bottle cap method?"

"Being a slave trader, robbing and stealing, this is the job with the greatest risk and the fastest return, followed by scavenging, hunting, drugs, cars, guns, bullets, and bread, all of which are bestsellers in gathering places." Realizing that those things are crimes, "If you guys can find an arsenal, take over an oil refinery or something, you can make money too."

"No, since you said that the Iron Fist Council is very powerful, then even if we enter the gathering place, we will be reported by others, and they will come to the door, right?" Tang Zheng stopped and smiled, "Maybe you are the last The first whistleblower."

"Haha, how is it possible?" Old Paul was at a loss for words, it was obvious.

"Uncle, I think it's good to grab the Iron and Steel Council first, at least [-] bottle caps can be guaranteed." Lu Fan counted with his fingers, and said, "This deal should be more cost-effective."

"Don't be impulsive. The Iron Council controls half of Russia's gathering places. They have at least 100 well-equipped soldiers under their command, and there are countless peripheral members." Old Paul was taken aback by little Lolita's crazy idea, Hurry up and stop him, "Their predecessor was the army, but after 12 years, the military discipline is terrible, and when the residents of the wasteland resist, they are all violently suppressed, and there are about a thousand people in our No. [-] gathering place alone Armed, there are only a few of you, and it’s not enough to put a gap between your teeth.”

"How do they support so many troops? Relying on exploitation?" Lu Fan gave him a blank look, and said, "Aren't you too stupid?"

"They control all the resources that can survive. What can we do? Some people have the ability to manufacture arms and recover oil refineries. They have their own cars and even tanks. They just crush us civilians. .” The two middle-aged men didn’t speak, but little Paul was filled with righteous indignation, apparently having suffered a lot.

"Hey, how can I listen to them? Is this Russian?" Xu Biyun moved to Lu Fan's side and tried to communicate with little Paul, and it was all right.

"It should be that the Trojan horse is moving its hands and feet. If it is difficult to communicate, how can we survive the past two years?" Pang Meiqin is very happy, and she can master a foreign language without spending points, which is amazing.

"What's that machine gun called?" Little Paul stared at the roaring death in Qin Yan's hand, "How many bottle caps did you buy?"

"The MG3 of the German army is called a tearing machine." Lu Fan glanced at him in surprise and asked, "Have you heard of Stalin?"

"What is that? Drugs? I only know about penicillin." Little Paul said seriously, "Even expired drugs are rarely circulated in gathering places. They are usually only available on the black market, and they are all expensive."

Just as Lu Fan wanted to talk, a group of neatly dressed soldiers appeared in sight, warning them loudly to stop and undergo inspection.

PS, I once again mistyped the number of chapters in chapter [-], but the content is correct,
Sorry for the input method problem!
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