Code of Wasteland Survival

Ordinary people would rather spend a little more resource points than buy a ticket for this kind of carriage - crowded with so many radiation patients, who knows when they will be infected with radiation sickness, even though a large number of radiation sicknesses have been developed now Drugs, however, to completely cure radiation sickness, are still troublesome things that cost a lot of money and time.

However, this kind of carriage also has an advantage, that is, it is generally rarely inspected by the management personnel. Even if it encounters a boarding inspection, at most, it will stick its head into the carriage for a few glances, and then retreat with a disgusted expression. out.

Qi Lin wanted to save Cheng Yanqiu, but he didn't want to reveal his whereabouts, especially he didn't want people like Lei Mufeng to know his true identity.

The train started slowly, and the people in the entire carriage began to shake along with it—the old train, with the old rails, had no shock absorption at all.

Qi Lin closed his eyes slightly. It will take at least three hours for the 67106th train to reach shelter 367. During this time, Qi Lin has nothing else to do except close his eyes and rest his mind.

However, less than ten minutes after the train started, something unexpected happened in the carriage Qi Lin was in—a guy who seemed to be a gang member stabbed a sharp dagger into another passenger The reason is that the latter accidentally stepped on the former's shoes.

The dagger was polished from bone, so it was not detected by the station staff during the metal detection.

Damn it, what happened?! Get out of the way! Get out of the way for me!

After more than ten minutes, the management staff on the train entered the carriage holding an old shotgun. With the constant whipping of the gun butt, the crowd barely separated a gap enough for him to pass.

You bunch of dirty trash, get out of here! Don't touch me! It stinks! Believe it or not, I will throw you out of the car!

The manager swears and squeezes his way to the back half of the carriage, where the accident happened.

I saw a man in ragged clothes fell to the ground, his skinny back bent like a shrimp. Although his hands were tightly covering the wound on his abdomen, the blood from the wound was still oozing out. Beside him, On the other hand, there was a guy with a bare upper body, with a drunken look on his face, holding a dagger polished with animal bones in one hand, and a glass wine bottle in the other, staring closely at the people around him with his bloodshot eyes .

No one was willing to approach them. With these two people as the center, a rare open space appeared in the carriage, but it was precisely because of this that the carriage, which was originally like a can of sardines, became even more crowded.

Damn! The manager cursed immediately when he saw the two people, then grabbed the shotgun and pulled the bolt forcefully, aiming at the injured man who was obviously drunk.

Put down the weapon! Put down the weapon immediately or I will shoot!

Which onion are you? I... I am a member of the 'Bison Gang', the 'Bison Gang'...do you know that! Just because of you...stupid people...you dare to provoke me?

The wounded person spoke vaguely, turned his head suddenly, and jumped towards the train manager, stabbing the train manager's neck with the dagger in his hand!

Damn...you, are you looking for death!? The train manager was startled for a moment, and hurriedly took two steps back, only to find that the passage he just squeezed in was completely blocked. As a last resort, he could only use the shotgun The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the drunk who claimed to be a member of the Buffalo Gang, and he pulled the trigger forcefully!

As for whether the scattered iron sand and steel balls would hurt the people behind that lunatic, he didn't care. If they did, it would be the bad luck of those poor ghosts!

Boom!

However, I don't know if it was the manager's bad luck, or the old shotgun hadn't been maintained for too long. The moment he pulled the trigger, it suddenly exploded!

The iron sand that should have been ejected from the muzzle of the gun shot out directly from the burst chamber, mixed with a large number of fragments and still burning propellant, and hit the manager's chest and face directly!

Ahhhhhh—

The manager immediately let out an inhuman howl, dropped the scrapped shotgun, and covered his bloody face with his hands.

However, the drunk man still rushed in front of the manager, smashed the empty wine bottle on the manager's head with all his strength, grabbed the other man's collar with one hand, and kept slamming the dagger with the other. Stab each other's belly.

Go to hell! Hahaha! Go to hell! Go to hell!

While stabbing, the drunk man was still laughing wildly, obviously completely lost his mind.

Qi Lin stood in the crowd and watched this scene with cold eyes - in fact, he could easily stop all this, but he couldn't make a move. May be involved in new troubles.

And if Qi Lin didn't make a move, the thug would injure a few more people at most, and he would be subdued by the guards who came later. As for this train, it wouldn't stop for even a minute.

The administrator was covered in blood, and a large amount of blood was still gushing out of his mouth. His eyes were wide open, his abdomen was covered in blood and flesh, and his soft and drooping arms trembled from time to time. It was obvious that he was dead.

Who else?! Ah! Damn! Who else!?

The drunk kicked the dying manager away, held up the bloody dagger, and shouted loudly in the carriage.

Qi Lin suddenly felt that this guy should not be as simple as being drunk. It is very possible that he is a lunatic...

It didn't take long for the drunk man to be arrogant, and the guards on the train rushed into the train compartment. Compared with the management staff, the soldiers handled it more simply and neatly. With a gunshot, a round hole appeared in the forehead of the drunk man. , The whole person fell backwards on the floor of the carriage with a plop.

Get out of the way, everyone! Stay away from that car door!

The guards said expressionlessly, and then forcefully opened the side door of this carriage.

The bodies of the drunk man, the managers, and the first injured person who had not yet died were thrown down by these guards from the high-speed speeding train like trash—those creatures living in the tunnel, just need to In ten minutes, it can be eaten up completely, and there will be no bones left.

After a few symbolic warnings, the guards hurriedly left the carriage, and during the whole process, the train never stopped for even a second.