Code of Wasteland Survival

What are the characteristics of those who send guns and ammunition and gold bars?

I... I don't know... I can't remember...

If you want to survive, you'd better think carefully. Qi Lin held up the dagger, and the sharp point of the knife gently scratched the throat of the red shirt gang.

Don't kill me, don't kill me!...I remember! I remember! Among those people, two have skull tattoos on their chests, and one wears an armband embroidered with a skull pattern!

Skull armbands!

Qi Lin instantly remembered the rebels who intercepted Hans in the outskirts of the Kuroshio... If there was only one person with a skull tattoo, it might just be a coincidence. One person has a tattoo of a skeleton, and another person wears a skeleton armband. Qi Lin is almost 80% sure that these people who sent guns, ammunition and gold bars to the Red Shirt Gang are the rebels of the Skeleton Army!

The Skeleton Legion sent these things to the Red Shirts, the whole thing can be said to be very obvious... The big business that the leader of the Red Shirts said is obviously launching a rebellion!

How many of those people are there, where did they come from, and how long have they stayed? Qi Lin asked again.

Six... no, seven, they disappeared as soon as they brought the boxes... I don't know where they came from... I don't know anything else... Gold bars, gold bars I have given you Yes, I will give you resource points too, can you let me go?

The members of the Red Shirt Gang stammered a little, obviously, that's all he knew about this matter.

Qi Lin put away the gold bars, and then searched away all the cigarettes, food, lighters, etc. from the opponent's body, and then put one hand on the head of the gang in red shirts.

The other party was stunned, and then immediately guessed that Qi Lin didn't intend to let him survive, and Dang even screamed and struggled——

Crack.

Qi Lin's hands twisted the neck of the gangbang gang in red shirt, and the other party's body collapsed immediately.

Dragging the corpse to a dark corner, Qi Lin first tore off the black plastic bag, then took off the opponent's clothes and pants, then picked up half of a brick on one side, and slammed it hard on the corpse's head. It hit the ground a dozen times.

Qi Lin is not short of this little money, and he doesn't plan to use this gold bar. If he takes it out and is seen by others, it may cause unnecessary trouble, but he can't keep it for him. Otherwise, if the members of the Red Shirt Gang find the body and find the gold bars, they will definitely become suspicious.

But in this state now, everything on his body was stripped off, and his head was roughly smashed open again. No matter how you looked at it, it was a normal case of murder and robbery.

Even if the body is found, those people will only imagine the identity of the murderer as those robbers or wanderers, and will not track down Qi Lin.

Throwing aside the bricks covered with brains and blood, Qi Lin walked out from the corner. Just at this time, another member of the Red Shirt Gang finished their things and came here.

Qi Lin immediately held his breath and stood still, shrunk into a shadow - although there were a few dim lights in this section of the tunnel, it was precisely because of this that those places that were not illuminated by the lights appeared darker.

Hey, old dog, where did your grandson go to smoke?! Hey?! I finished my work, we should go back! We are late, and Baldy Li will scold him to death—

The red-shirted gang members shouted as they walked, but no one responded to him.

Grass mud horse! Don't tell me when you go back first, this grandson! The man yelled a few more times, and after realizing that he was doing useless work, he walked over in another direction while cursing. Obviously, he had decided that his companion had left him behind and went back alone.

After the guy had gone far away, Qi Lin returned to the door of the self-service hotel along the original road.

I saw the woman fell on the ground, and several small black beetles were crawling around on the woman's disheveled body. After hearing Qi Lin's footsteps, they crawled off the woman one after another, and quickly burrowed into the bed. Deep in the dark tunnel.

The woman was already dead. Judging from the bruises on her neck, she should have been strangled to death by members of the Red Shirt Gang.

In fact, even if the red shirt gang didn't kill her, she would have died of hypoxia asphyxiation or carbon dioxide poisoning when she was left here.

The woman's clothes were torn into rags, and her legs were spread out in an extremely indecent position. Apart from the liquid left by the gangsters in those red shirts, there was still a lot of blood flowing between the woman's legs. Filthy things - after the death of the human brain, the sphincter loses control, so incontinence is quite normal.

Even the filter inside Qi Lin's breathing mask can hardly block that stench, but for the bugs and microorganisms living in the tunnel, it is a rare meal.

Qi Lin took one last look at the woman's face. Although this woman could be regarded as a beautiful woman before she was alive, the extremely painful and distorted face, as well as the long protruding tongue, made that face look extraordinarily terrifying. .

Sighing imperceptibly, Qi Lin walked past the corpse.

Qi Lin can't save her like he saved Song Xiaodie. If he saves her, maybe the news about the upcoming rebellion of the Red Shirt Gang will be leaked. At that time, not only will it cause chaos inside the No. 187 shelter, It could also lead to red shirt gangs bringing up a rebellion.

...

Thirty minutes later, Qi Lin returned to his residence. At this time, Song Xiaodie had woken up from the game cabin, and was cooking a pot of stew with canned food in a homemade aluminum pot.

Are you back? Seeing Qi Lin open the door and come in, Song Xiaodie raised her head and showed a clean smile.

Seeing Song Xiaodie's smile, Qi Lin, who was in a bad mood, felt a little bit of warmth for a moment - this small and simple room with only a dozen square meters, unknowingly, there was something Gave some taste of home.

In Qi Lin's memory, the part that never lived at home, his childhood was completely spent in a war-torn chaotic country, where there were only employers, allies and enemies...

Qi Lin shook his head lightly, sealed those memories again, then put on a serious expression, and said to Song Xiaodie in front of him:

There will be a big mess soon, and we have to prepare in advance.