Doomsday Totem

Chapter 359 The Fat Sheep
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

After five shots, the remnant wall collapsed, and smoke and dust filled the wall immediately, mixed with a few wailing screams.

At the same time as the bullet was fired, Iron Slag quickly retreated while loading the bullet, leaving a distance of several meters.In a blink of an eye, three figures rolled out of the smoke and dust.Taking a closer look, they were all wearing half-leather and half-canvas clothing, with blood all over their heads and faces.Although the explosive shells did not directly hit their bodies, the high-heat shrapnel that sputtered out also beat them half to death.

"Surrender, we surrender!" "Forgive! Forgive!" "Don't kill us!"

When they saw the iron slag hiding behind a rock with guns in both hands, the three cemetery scavengers quickly knelt on the ground, begging for mercy with their hands raised high.

"One." Tie Slag counted the numbers, and when he counted to "two", the three scavengers got up at the same time and ran towards the direction they came from.One of them was running very fast, his skin was emitting a faint light, probably an insectoid with a "pump circuit".

Iron Slag originally wanted to communicate with them to understand the surrounding situation, but considering that his state was too weak to let the other party notice, he drove them away directly.However, his kindness soon brought crisis.

After running for a while, the three of them stopped.

"I'm scared to death." "What a ruthless person, he did it without meeting him." The fastest, well-proportioned middle-aged man and the tallest one said.

"He's injured, and he still has a lot of equipment on him," said the thinnest one.

"Dog nose, how do you judge?" the middle-aged man asked.

"The smell of blood on his body is very strong and fresh..." Halfway through speaking, the little man cursed, "What dog's nose, it's the king butterfly's sense of smell!"

"A dog's nose is a dog's nose, tell me quickly, or I will beat you up." The middle-aged man threatened.

"I can smell it. There are a lot of bullets on his body, as well as anesthetics, and...the smell of a woman..." said the little man.

"She's a woman!" the strong man exclaimed.

"He's a man..." The little man gave the strong man a look and said, "It's just that he smells like a woman, so there should be a woman around him."

"Fat sheep, he's injured, he has ammunition, potions, and women, hahaha." The brawny man laughed innocently.

"Don't think about it, women, let's go, find the Scarecrow, and sell this information to him. According to the rules, we can get [-]%." The middle-aged man said with a dark face.Scarecrow is the leader of the refugees in this area, known for his cruelty and insidiousness.

After more than ten minutes, the three deftly shuttled through the ruins covered with black moss, and rushed all the way to the entrance of a collapsed building.This is a police station before the big nuclear war. The ground part has collapsed, but the underground parking lot is still intact.This underground space is built in three layers, with an extremely stable structure. The outer layer is made of large pieces of granite, the middle part is reinforced concrete, and the inner layer is still granite. Although it has gone through more than 700 years, there is not much weathering. trace.

A few years ago, the Scarecrow led his men to drive away the refugees living here and tidy it up as their stronghold.

After walking through a short dark tunnel, the three of them came to a simple gate.

"Dong dong dong!" The middle-aged man knocked on the door, and then immediately backed away.

"Creak..." With an ear-piercing friction sound, a round hole opened on the door.

"Who?" asked a gruff voice inside.

"We got some news and want to share it with the Scarecrow." The middle-aged man said calmly.

"What information?" asked inside.

"We'll tell the Scarecrow directly," said the middle-aged man.

There was a cold snort inside, then a small door was opened and they were let in.

"You'd better pray, your news will be useful." The big man at the door crossed his arms and stared into the eyes of the middle-aged man, threatening.

"You don't need to worry about it." The middle-aged man replied, then waved his hand and walked in with the strong man and the small man.

There were a few dim mutton lamps along the road, and I could barely see a lot of broken bowls, rags, and quilts on the ground.There was a scent of animal fat in the air. The oil used in these suat oil lamps was not real suat oil, but fire oil refined from the fat of various radiation-mutated beasts.Their meat cannot be used for food, but can only be used to refine oil.As for the clothing made of fur, there is still a small amount of radiation, and only those who have become insects dare to wear it.

Not long after, the three of them walked out of the spiraling downward tunnel and came to an underground space.Looking up, several rays of sunlight came in from the small window on the top, bringing some light to this dark place.Looking left and right, there are thousands of square meters in size.In the darkness, people sat on the ground in twos and threes, men and women, old and young.

Several mutton oil lamps were lit in the middle of the hall, and a large stone chair was placed in it, covered with animal furs.In the flickering firelight, a tall and thin middle-aged man was sitting on a stone chair with his legs spread apart, holding a woman in his arms, and another woman was sitting on the left armrest.

"Scarecrow, I have good news for you." The middle-aged man stepped forward and said.

"Do you know the consequences of mistakes?" the scarecrow teased the woman in his arms and asked without raising his head.

"I know." The middle-aged man said calmly.And the strong man beside him, who has been staring at the two women next to the scarecrow since he approached, has already fallen into dementia.In the radiation area of ​​the southern cemetery, women, no matter how old or young, beautiful or ugly, can only be occupied by powerful people.Of course, in the towns in the safe zone, there are many beautiful women, but gold coins or atonement coins are needed to make them open their thighs.

The redemption coin is a unique coin in the southern cemetery. There are usually several ways to get it. One is to hunt the powerful mutant creatures in the high-radiation area, the other is to pick up the materials dropped by the Temple and the World Council in the high-radiation area, and the third is It is to complete various tasks issued by the sheriff of the ground town, such as chasing fugitives, collecting certain materials, or going to a certain place for investigation.

In the southern continent, about 20.00% of the land is non-radiation-polluted or slightly polluted, mainly concentrated in the north of the Sewage River, and [-]% of the land is moderately polluted, mainly concentrated in the south of the Sewage River , while the remaining areas are highly polluted.

In the high radiation pollution area, the radiation concentration of the body will increase by 5.00% to [-]% every day. Even the beetle with the ability of "beetle stamina" or "worm regeneration" can't last long .

Different types of evolutionaries have different resistances to radiation. Low-level psykers, like ordinary people, cannot resist the erosion of radiation. Traditional evolutionaries have a certain resistance, while insectoids have low resistance. But even if the radiation concentration in the body is too high, the necrotic organs and skin can be restored, which is much better than other evolutionaries.As for psykers above the ninth level, they are completely immune to radiation.

Psionic energy is an accompaniment to the ancient nuclear war, and it is also a kind of radiation in essence, but it is harmless to the human body.To put it simply, psionic energy is pure high-polymerization energy, while radiation is high-polymerization energy full of impurities.After the ancient nuclear war broke out, the pure high-polymerization energy dissipated in the air, while the impurity-laden energy accumulated.

Since psykers above the ninth level have mastered the ability of "materializing star sand", they can decompose harmful substances into energy that is beneficial to themselves, so they are completely immune to radiation. .

After a while, the scarecrow pushed the woman in his arms away, and motioned for the middle-aged man to continue talking.So, the latter recounted the situation he just encountered.

"Could it be the monitors sent from the west?" the scarecrow asked worriedly.The so-called monitors are the special personnel that the World Parliament puts in the southern cemetery every once in a while to investigate the local situation.If an "evil organization" is found, they will send the Dawn Expeditionary Force or the Academy team to clean it up.The definition of evil organization is very broad, it can be "evil cult germination", it can also be "blood relative incest", or "moral degeneration", etc. It is almost up to the supervisors to have the final say.

"It's not like..." The middle-aged man shook his head and analyzed, "He wears a black tarpaulin military uniform and uses a large revolver. Supervisors are usually equipped with standard equipment, and they all wear silver anti-radiation suits. "

"The news is correct, you get [-]%, if the news is wrong, die!" After speaking, the scarecrow stood up, clapped his palms, and shouted loudly, "Brothers, the fat sheep has been caught."

Ten minutes later, more than 10 men came to the place where Tie Slag had just stayed.At this time, the iron slag had disappeared, but the blood on the ground was still clearly visible.

"Where are people?" asked the Scarecrow.While speaking, more than a dozen long guns and short cannons were aimed at the middle-aged man.

"Wait..." the middle-aged man said while gesturing to the little man.The latter immediately nodded knowingly, and then lay down next to the bloodstain on the ground. Immediately afterwards, two tentacles slowly protruded from his forehead, swaying sensitively.

After a while, the little man got up, pointed in one direction and said, "Over there."

"This dog has a good nose." The scarecrow recognized the insectification ability and praised it.

"Scarecrow, don't forget the rules." The middle-aged man reminded.

"What's the use of this broken ability? Can it kill people? Can it be a woman?" The scarecrow said disdainfully.

A moment later, the crowd, led by the little man, came to a group of collapsed buildings.

"He's around here," said the little man.

"Search!" The scarecrow waved his hand, and thirty people immediately dispersed, searching for every possible hiding place.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, there was a crisp metal impact sound.Immediately afterwards, only a loud "Boom!" was heard, and the two men were blown up at a corner.

At the same time, Iron Slag, who was hiding in a pothole more than ten meters away, opened his eyes.He set traps with frag grenades in three places he had to pass, just to rest for a while.As a result, he woke up after less than half an hour of sleep, and his heart suddenly became angry, and the whites of his eyes were stained with a layer of red.

(End of this chapter)