infinite boiling

Chapter 319 Distributing the spoils

Tang Zheng's cruel words immediately stunned a group of survivors. They all looked at him in astonishment, and then at the unlucky captain who had fainted on the ground. Blood kept flowing from his broken wrist, melting There is a large amount of snow, which is about to hang up.

"No, didn't you keep him to torture information?" Old Paul shook his hand and refused as if he had been burned.

"There will be more prisoners, within a few days." Tang Zheng pointed his gun at them and urged, "Hurry up, do you want to wait for the enemy reinforcements?"

The three residents of the waste land were in a difficult situation. Young Paul looked at his father all night, and suddenly rushed out, pulling out the dagger stuck in his belt.

"I did. I wanted to kill a soldier of the Iron Council for a long time." Little Paul walked up to Captain Gore and knelt down, with anger in his eyes, he woke him up with two slaps.

"No, you should know the fate of going against the Iron Council." Gore woke up, felt the coldness of the dagger resting on his face, startled, immediately stared at the triangular eyes, and roared at little Paul, " Do you want to die?"

"Ha, you're tough enough, don't beg for mercy, let me see the spirit of the residents of the wasteland." Lu Fan joked, and continued to search the corpse, and found a bottle cap. He beamed.

"This knife is for Kaya's family." Without any hesitation, little Paul directly stabbed the dagger into Gore's neck amidst Gore's terrified roar. his trachea.

"Damn it, why don't you give him a breath?" Tang Zheng didn't expect this kid to be so decisive and ruthless, so he hurriedly called Sholokhov next to him, "Quick, come and make up the knife."

"Devil." Sholokhov's eyelids twitched. He thought it was nothing to do with him, but he didn't expect that he would never let him go, but he had to bow his head under the eaves.

"Boy, is Kaya your girlfriend?" Tang Zheng looked at the tall young Paul and motioned for him to search Gore.

Little Paul didn't answer, and skillfully rummaged through the corpse, and stripped Gore to a naked pig in a few strokes, not even leaving him his underpants.

Tang Zheng didn't care about himself. Instead, Old Paul laughed and nodded, "Kaya is his girlfriend, but she is dead."

Not interested in hearing such sad stories, Tang Zheng looked at the newcomers.

Xu Biyun, the two soldiers, Brother Anping, Chu Baichuan, and the peddler were all rummaging through the corpses, and the others didn't move at all, especially the female model and the man with the big belly who had been drunk, and they were even far away. Some, they not only dislike corpses, but also hate those dirty clothes that have not been washed for several years and are covered with mud. There seems to be a body odor in the air.

Several female models even covered their noses with impatience on their faces. They wanted to tell Tang Zheng to leave here quickly, but they didn't dare to ask.

"Pick it up, you won't be able to get a fart." The city manager glared at the peddler and cursed him. He actually wanted to pick it up too, but after sneaking a glance at Tang Zheng, he gave up. He didn't want to work for nothing. Who knew this guy would There will be no commission, let's keep our energy.

"Here you are." Little Paul folded his clothes, then put Gore's AKM rifle, bayonet, pistol, magazine, these odds and ends on top, walked to Tang Zheng with his hands in his hands, and handed them to him.

"Does anyone want protective clothing and a coat?" Tang Zheng turned around and asked. He was not generous enough to give these things to the residents of the wasteland, but some newcomers did not appreciate it.

Several female models looked at the blood-stained coat and shook their heads. They didn't want to wear this kind of thing, and the others couldn't help but feel embarrassed when they saw their companions like this.

"Can I just choose the gun?" A short-haired woman asked anxiously. After all, Tang Zheng had just killed ten people, and she was still a little afraid.

"Sorry." Tang Zheng refused, and sighed in his heart. Sure enough, all the women except Xu Biyun hadn't adapted to the environment yet.

"Don't you think you are flowers, and there are men surrounding them all day long?" Pang Meiqin took off a soldier's military coat and threw it into the arms of a female model. "If you don't wear it, you'll freeze to death."

"I want it." An Ning jumped up from his brother, wiped his nose, An Ping gave him a hand, then looked at Tang Zheng vigilantly, and shook his head, "We don't want it, but can you give us the coat? No gun and magazine."

Xu Biyun had already packed up the booty and sent it to Tang Zheng. He patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "For my hard work, give me a gun for self-defense?"

Xiao Du held the gun and clothes, and after tugging with Lao Gao a few times, he reluctantly gave them to him, then glanced at Tang Zheng.

"Tang Zheng, here you are." Gao Wei didn't intend to swallow it, and he didn't even leave the bottle cap behind.

The peddler stuffed a bottle cap he found into his pocket while no one was looking, and then walked over with his military coat in his arms and handed it to Tang Zheng.

"Slippery, flattering." Zhang Bingcheng with a big belly snorted, turned his head and ignored them.

"Why did you give it to me?" Tang Zheng was puzzled.

"You killed those soldiers, of course you took them." Chu Baichuan kept fiddling with an AKM in his military overcoat, and discussed, "How about giving me one to play with?"

"Whoever picks it up, take it. It's my gift to you." Tang Zheng didn't care about these simple things. It's better to be human. After taking the eight nuclear bottle caps from little Paul's hand, he asked, " Army coat and pistol, you can choose one, and the rest will be given to the brothers."

"En." Little Paul nodded, and naturally threw the general's coat to Brother Anping.

"Are you interested in being my bodyguard?" Living in the wasteland era, little Paul didn't know what thank you is, but Tang Zheng didn't care about these etiquettes, playing with the nuclear bottle cap.

The nuclear bottle cap is about the size of a one-dollar coin. On the front is the head of a pretty girl pouring Coke from her head. On the back is the production date written in black.

It is said that these bottle caps come from the most popular nuclear cola in the world before the nuclear war. In the early days of the nuclear war, the currency system collapsed. No one would be stupid enough to use worthless banknotes. People who were lucky enough to survive began to barter , but with the large quantity and complexity of the goods, general equivalents will inevitably appear.

Because it is a metal product, the production technology is difficult to imitate, and it is very common, not easy to break, light, and easy to carry. Nucleon bottle caps are gradually accepted as general equivalents. Of course, there are also some black humor and nostalgia for wasteland residents. Emotions are at work.

The back of the bottle cap in Tang Zheng's hand was scratched by iron. After careful identification, it turned out to be in English, saying 'God, please help me!' '.

"A poor luck ghost's prayer before he died." Tang Zheng didn't believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, so he put the bottle cap in his pocket and asked, "Have you thought about it? Are you afraid of trouble?"

"Tang Zheng, aren't you joking?" Lao Gao still asked, stationed at the border post, they can well understand what it feels like to be short of supplies.

Seeing Tang Zheng nodding, the peddler let out a long breath, while An Ning ran to him and said thank you.

"Uncle is not so stingy." Lu Fan put away the bottle cap, took away the magazine, pointed to other things, and said, "Don't just give it to the residents of the wasteland?"

Zhang Bingcheng wanted it, but the urban management ran out like a rabbit, grabbed it in his hand, licked his face, and smiled, "Can I have another magazine?"

"No problem." Lu Fan took out a magazine from his backpack and gave it to him, and put the seized ones aside. She did not forget the Trojan horse's reminder that all items brought out of the room cannot be exchanged for nuclear bottle caps. .

Little Paul was hesitant. He also saw that this man was not an easy-going man. If he followed him, he might encounter a lot of trouble, but he didn't want to miss out on such a generous employer.

"Let me come." Old Paul recommended himself. Anyway, he had almost lived enough, and he had to do it himself if there was any danger.

"Dad." Little Paul said anxiously, "I'll go."

"Go and dispose of the corpse, and then take us to the gathering place." Tang Zheng noticed that the rookie who got the spoils was enduring nausea, wearing a military coat and a three-proof mask.

Tang Zheng was very dissatisfied with wasting 10 minutes from beating Gore to death. Fortunately, no other patrol team from the Iron Council appeared, otherwise they would have to make enemies as soon as they came.

After walking for another 10 minutes, the old Paul led the crowd to the corner of a long street, cleared away the thick snow, and exposed a manhole cover.

"The entrance of the subway station is controlled by the Steel Council. Taxes are collected for entering and exiting. It is no problem to walk from here." Old Paul rubbed his hands that were red with cold, and said, "This is my secret."

"I won't treat you badly, come in." Lu Fan took out a tactical flashlight, but there was nowhere to put it, "It's annoying, these three protections are too much of a hindrance."

"You don't need to go to the gathering place. There are five floors below the subway, all of which were dug after the nuclear winter. The further you go down, the smaller the radiation. In fact, it's okay to stay on the first floor." Sholokhov expressed it and grabbed He climbed down the iron ladder embedded in the concrete wall. He had two batteries, but he didn't want to waste this kind of space.

"Is there no threat down here? Rats after radiation or something?" Pang Meiqin leaned out and took a look into the sewer. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything, so he took out his tactical flashlight and looked down. Shaking.

"You'd better save your batteries. In gathering places, you can only buy five fully charged AA batteries for one bottle cap. Of course, because you don't know how much power you have, you generally can't trade them." Little Paul reminded, and his heart started Something is wrong, these people seem to be out of this world, and they don’t know how to cherish supplies. Seven of them took out tactical flashlights, one even had a miner’s headlamp, and two of them took out large strong lights The flashlights, and all of them are turned on, just wasting precious power in vain.

"Turn off the lights, do you want to attract monsters? Or do you want to be a target in the dark?" Tang Zheng was a little depressed. Because the fighting environment was harsh, he chose the more durable AK74M, but there was only one scope on it. other attachments.

(End of this chapter)