infinite boiling

Chapter 321 Power Distribution
The bright white beams of LED flashlights swaying, the gray concrete walls, the splashing red blood, and the scurrying fat radiation rats and corpses constitute a cruel picture of the end of the world.

This group of radiated mice has grown into a size comparable to an adult hunting dog, and they are extremely agile, rushing over like a tide. They have evolved sharp fangs and claws, which can pounce and bite like hunting dogs. And relying on the huge number, they dare to attack any beast.

The survivors retreated subconsciously, their footsteps were messy, and the dense gunshots reflected through the sewer pipes seemed to resound in their ears. The roar almost tore the eardrums.

"So many?" Lu Fan was taken aback, quickly pulled out the safety pin, and threw the grenade out.

Boom, because the radiation rats were too crowded, the limbs of seven or eight of them were blown to pieces and splashed on the wall.

Smelling the smell of blood, the radiated rats became even crazier.

"Run away, there are more than a thousand radiated rats, you can't beat them." Old Paul turned around and ran away when he saw these guys, shouting, "They will be eaten."

But except for the flustered newcomers, none of the conquerors retreated, because Tang Zheng did not retreat.

Suddenly, the Roaring Death God in Qin Yan's hand spat out tongues of fire, and immediately formed a barrage of bullets. When the shells were thrown, the bullets dragged their dark red tails and hit the group of radiated rats, sweeping out the passage of flesh and blood in an instant.

"Shang Wu, Mei Qin, and Qin Yan are responsible for strafing the rats when reloading the belt. Lu Fan, throw grenades towards the back vigorously." Tang Zheng calmly killed the radiated rats that had escaped the impact of the bullet screen, and gave orders. "Old Gao, Xiao Du, shoot behind me, I'll make up for you as many bullets as you need."

Although it is a circular passage, it is no problem to arrange two rows of people.

"Thank you." Lao Gao was not pretentious, and ran over with the original eight-one bar, then glanced at the AK74M in Tang Zheng's hand, and said with a smile, "The black AK is cool, but it is still comfortable to use with domestic products. "

A shabby [-]-[-]-bar in the hands of Gao Wei actually played well in Gao Wei's hands, probably because the outpost's supplies were scarce and he was used to frugality, Gao Wei only shot a single shot, but every shot was sure to hit.

"I'm playing too." Seeing Tang Zheng and others suppress the swarm of radiation rats, Gao Yu felt itchy, raised his M200 sniper rifle, and searched for the target through the optical sight, but his reaction was not fast enough. The first time he locked the target, he was blown away by others.

"Look at mine." Holding the Type 03 rifle, Liu Heng deliberately stood in front of the female model, posing in a pose he thought was cool, and started shooting.

"Be careful not to hit us." Pang Meiqin glanced back, very worried about the two people's shooting skills.

"You..." Old Paul remained in the running posture, stunned, watching the radiation rats that had devoured many wasteland residents being tortured and killed, he felt a burst of relief, but also felt sorry for these homeless people Discarded bullets and grenades.

"It's too wasteful." Sholokhov was so envious and jealous that he almost swallowed his saliva and tongue together.

Tang Zheng pressed the magazine to release Kasun, and there was a Kappa sound. When it fell to the ground, the new magazine had been reset, and the muzzle flame continued to flash in everyone's eyes.

Given that the situation was under control, the newcomers calmed down and blocked their ears. Looking at the battlefield, the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke wafted over, irritating their nose and throat, making them feel like vomiting.

Three minutes later, the group of radiated rats left more than 3 dead bodies, and retreated like a tide.

"It's that simple?" Liu Heng blew on the scorching barrel, feeling a little regretful, "Such a good target, let's have some more."

"Easy? Even if an adventure team of 20 people sees such a huge swarm of radiation rats, they can only escape for their lives. Regardless of their number and combat effectiveness, who in the average guy has so much ammunition to consume? The one you just destroyed It can buy enough food to last for half a year." Little Paul couldn't understand Liu Heng's attitude, so he retorted, but was soon slapped by his father.

"Rat meat is cheap, and it's not worth consuming ammunition." Sholokhov glanced at the corpses, and said, "If you talk too much, you won't be able to sell them."

"Why? I'm still going to exterminate rats? Twenty pounds of meat is a bottle cap, how can these corpses be replaced by hundreds?" Lu Fan didn't feel sorry for the grenade, she still had a lot.

"Poor people eat rat meat, but they can catch it themselves, and a bottle cap is a huge fortune to them, so they will definitely buy more useful supplies." Old Paul sighed, "Twenty pounds of meat The price of a bottle cap was more than ten years ago, so I let you run away, this is a loss-making business."

"So it's not that the market can't digest it, it's that there is no market at all." Lu Fan complained, "Why didn't you make it clear earlier."

"Hurry up, you still have to rent a place to stay. When it gets dark, the first two floors of the gathering place will be completely dark, and you can't do anything." Old Paul rubbed his hands, pulled out a dagger, and squatted in a radiant Next to the rat, he quickly disemboweled it, cutting off the part with the least radiation accumulation and the most delicious part.

"Little Paul, you just said that the corpse belongs to us, so you were playing tricks." Pang Meiqin stared at him, feeling sorry for the knocked-out thunderstorm bullet.

"No, don't you guys eat it?" Little Paul would not be stumped by this kind of accusation. Lying is a basic ability of wasteland residents.

"Everyone help gather the corpses, Fanfan, pack them up." After Tang Zheng finished speaking, he dragged Old Paul and the others to wait at the corner ahead. He didn't want to reveal the secrets of space props, otherwise the wastelanders would have to go crazy Grab it.

"We can also help." Old Paul laughed and said, "It's not far away."

"If you don't take a long way, we'll be there early."

The faces of the three wastelanders were awkward. Just as they were about to explain, Tang Zheng waved his hand and stopped them, "Will we cause trouble if we wear the military coats of soldiers from the Iron Council?"

"You worry too much, it's very common for soldiers to have unlucky supplies." Old Paul wiped off his cold sweat, thinking that he should be more honest, this guy is not easy to fool.

"Our clothes and firearms are relatively new. Is there a problem?" If it weren't for the concern about radiation, Tang Zheng would have wanted everyone to smear their faces.

"No problem, the third floor of the gathering place is the place where the upper class people live. Not only is the environment good, but there are also street lights, bars and various facilities." Old Paul warned with an envious tone, "But there are not a thousand bottles. Covered assets cannot be accessed.”

"It seems that one ticket is enough to rob." Tang Zheng didn't mind playing a game of robbers. He was Russian anyway. He didn't feel pressured, but he quickly rejected the proposal and asked, "No one keeps the bottle caps, right?" ? Should they all be replaced with supplies for recruiting and subordinates?"

"Of course, guns, men, food and water are the most important things. If the bottle cap is not spent as soon as possible, it will be robbed sooner or later."

The residents of the wasteland are not stupid, so they brought great trouble to Tang Zheng and others to collect bottle caps. This thing has been circulating and scattered in the hands of nine people in the gathering place.

"How many people were there in the three gathering places you have been to?"

"Over 40, right?" Old Paul was not sure, "The population has increased a lot in the past few years, but there have also been many deaths."

"Who are the people on the other floors?" Ying Shangwu led the crowd to follow, and Tang Zheng signaled to move on.

"The first floor is full of poor ghosts who can't even eat, sick people, abandoned old people and children. Simply put, they are people waiting to die, so it is also the most chaotic. The second floor is the residence of ordinary residents. It probably accounts for [-]% of the population of the gathering place, and there are policemen from the Steel Council to maintain law and order, but it’s not much better, by the way, it’s okay to kill people casually, but if you are caught by the police, you will have to wait to pay a huge fine.” The old man Paul took a breath, and since he entered familiar terrain, he was no longer afraid of the attack, and his voice became louder.

"The third floor is where the various armed groups are stationed. Most men want to join, but the leaders are not stupid, and only select the most outstanding subordinates." Old Paul took off his gas mask, spit, and said , "However, their jobs are also very dangerous. Every once in a while they have to go out to explore the outside world and look for supplies. After all, the leader does not support them for nothing."

"Do you want to join them? For outsiders, seeking a shelter is the best way to settle down, otherwise local snakes will definitely bully you." Little Paul was thinking of them.

"Idiot, how could the leader be attached to others." After scolding his son and complimenting Tang Zheng by the way, the old Paul continued to introduce, "The fourth floor is where the Iron Council is stationed, and the fifth floor is where they hoard supplies. All are under martial law, and if you enter without permission, you will be beaten to death."

"Because the surface cannot live, Moscow's underground has been dug in all directions, and some people live alone in caves, trying to keep themselves safe." Sholokhov pointed to the top, "Maybe there are people eavesdropping on it. Our conversation."

"What business is the most profitable in the gathering place?" Pang Meiqin was really not used to this filthy environment, and wanted to complete the task and leave the game early.

"If you live here for two years, you will definitely go crazy." Xu Biyun groped every part of the gun, wanting to get familiar with it as soon as possible.

"Let's talk about it after living for a week." Zhang Bingcheng interrupted, very worried, thinking that he should talk to Tang Zheng, and win over a few allies by the way.

"If you want to make a fortune, go out to pick up waste, but the death rate is the highest. As for doing business, don't even think about it. You don't have supplies, so you can't do it here. The most valuable things are those things, drugs, alcohol, high-end food, beautiful Woman." Old Paul kindly reminded, "You are newcomers, it is best to form a group with others, but be careful, don't get black shot."

Walking through a 200-meter [-]-degree slope, after turning a corner, the old Paul pointed to a hole, and climbed ten meters from here to the gathering place.

"Hey, old Paul, the business is good, why don't you introduce it to us?"

Hearing this, the expressions of the three wasteland residents changed suddenly, and they picked up their weapons.

(End of this chapter)