Global wasteland: I hid in an air-raid shelter to build a nuclear bomb

Chapter 7 can also be a new copy of the 90% mortality rate?

At this time, in this night world, almost half of the people are hiding in their own shelters like turtles.

In a place where no one can see.

About ten thousand people scattered in every corner of this world in a team of five.

District 68, in the middle of a deserted street.

Five white lights suddenly rose from the ground, and after the white lights disappeared, five men in various clothes suddenly appeared on the spot.

"Ah."

A man glanced around with satisfaction and couldn't help but said: "It's really not easy. If it weren't for my quick hands, our team wouldn't be able to get the new E-level dungeon this time."

"A large-scale new dungeon with 1 participants, I'm already looking forward to the harvest after this customs clearance."

"Okay." At this time, a middle-aged man who seemed to be the boss put the safety on the automatic rifle in his hand, pulled the barrel to load it, and whispered while looking around.

"Cheer up, this dungeon is a newly demoted E-level dungeon, not an ordinary dungeon."

"After clearing this copy, we can enter the second floor of the Stargate smoothly."

Then the man paused, looked at the virtual panel aside, frowned and said in a deep voice: "This mission doesn't seem to have so many twists and turns, but it's quite straightforward."

"Within 8 hours, kill as many natives as possible in this instance."

"After 8 hours, players who successfully kill 200 natives will be sent back to the star gate."

"Kill a native, reward 100 star gate coins."

"When clearing the customs, according to the ranking of the number of indigenous people killed, an additional score will be calculated."

"Hey? Killing a native rewards 100 star gate coins?" Another man in the team grinned: "It's really a lot, 100 star gate coins can be exchanged for a full 1000 federal points."

"You can find a girl with a score of 80 in the Federation, and have a good night."

"That will kill a little more."

The men standing behind the captain looked at each other and laughed together, seeing the meaning that only men understand in each other's eyes.

However, the next second——

The five men suddenly looked serious and quickly raised the automatic rifles in their arms, aiming at the newsstand on the side of the street.

At this time in this quiet and empty street.

In the newsstand located in the middle of the sidewalk, there was a crisp cracking sound.

Very loud in the still of night.
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The person who set up this newsstand as a shelter was a girl in her twenties who was curled up in the corner of the newsstand with eyes full of fear at this time, covering her mouth tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.

The communication of the few people outside just now clearly penetrated into her ears.

Without any communication barriers, she clearly understood what the group of people were talking about, but just as she had just sent a distress message on the chat channel of Area 68, she was about to post what she had just heard on the channel.

She accidentally bumped into the table, and a ceramic tiger on the table fell to the ground.

With a crisp crunching sound, pieces of this ceramic tiger splashed everywhere.

The next second—

The conversation outside the newsstand stopped abruptly.

She tightly covered her mouth, tears fell from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably, staring at the fragments with despair, her body trembling uncontrollably.

When she was sent to this world.

A little boy was confessing his love to her, and gave her this tiger made of ceramics, wishing her a happy year of the tiger.

At that time, she laughed cheerfully at that boy as a straight man who didn't know how to have fun.

In the next second, the blackness in front of his eyes was teleported to this world.

And the ceramic tiger in her hand was the only thing she brought into this world.

With a gentle brother, this shelter that requires the least consumables was given to her by some men.

Originally, she also planned to find a single room in the office building as a shelter, but there were too many consumables, and the hoe had to be swung with full strength to get iron ore x 1.

She is a girl, how can she have so much energy to collect iron ore.

After making the kiosk a shelter without much trouble, she pulled down the shutters on the window and hid in the kiosk to chat with everyone on the District 68 chat channel.

And also specially put this ceramic tiger on the table, as a good omen, I hope the year of the tiger will be really auspicious.

However, at this time, the ceramic doll that she had hoped for, sounded the final countdown to her life like a death knell in the silent night.

Her eyes were full of fear and her body kept trembling. Hiding in the corner of the newsstand, she covered her mouth tightly at this moment, staring at the pool of ceramic shards on the ground, praying in her heart.

'They should go somewhere else, the sound of crumbling ceramics won't get their attention. '

'It's okay, it's okay, it's definitely okay. '

However, at this moment-

The small door of this newsstand was suddenly violently kicked open.

Looking at the men who suddenly kicked in the door in the night, the girl screamed uncontrollably, "Ah!!!"

The next second—

"Thumbs up!!!"

Gunshots sounded.

Without the slightest hesitation, these men pulled the trigger and beat the girl curled up in the corner of the newsstand into a sieve.

[Ding, congratulations on successfully killing a native, reward 100 star gate coins. 】

However, the men did not relax their vigilance. Instead, they turned on their flashlights and scanned the newsstand carefully, then stared at the broken tiles on the ground with a hint of understanding in their eyes.

At this time.

A man stepped forward and flipped the woman's body a few times, frowned and said, "Good guy, don't the natives in this world have weapons?"

"No weapons?"

The middle-aged man who looked like the boss stepped forward and frowned a few times before finally confirming one thing, this woman really didn't have any weapons.

"Tsk, Captain, you've been telling us that new dungeons are different from other dungeons, and the death rate of new dungeons is often above 90%."

"Now it looks like the death rate is a bit of a misnomer."

"Yes." A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the man next to him, he licked the corner of his mouth and laughed grinningly: "If the natives in this world are all such unarmed civilians, I can kill them all by myself."

"What is this called a new dungeon? Just call it a resource dungeon."

"All right."

The middle-aged man who looked like a head bowed his head for a while and then whispered: "Be vigilant, the 90% death rate of the new dungeon is the answer found by the people who have entered the stargate dungeon."

"Just because this woman is unarmed doesn't mean that other people are also unarmed."

"If I find out that any of you put the team in crisis because of your arrogance."

"Believe me--"

"When I get out alive, I will catch the whole family of that arrogant and careless person and feed them to the dogs!"

(End of this chapter)