Wasteland Code Survival

[Title: Code Chapter one hundred survive the wasteland of rebellion ninety-seven: dark dust dispersion]

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

"If you want to survive, you'd better think about it." Qi Lin held up his dagger, and the sharp tip of the knife gently slid across 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 armband!

Qi Lin instantly remembered the rebels who intercepted Hans in the outer area of ​​the Kuroshio...If there is only one person with a skull tattoo, it may be just a coincidence. The skull tattoo pattern is not unpopular at first, but there are two There is a skull tattooed on his body, and there is another person with a skull armband. Qi Lin is almost 80% sure that the people who sent guns, ammunition and gold bars to the Red Shirt Gang are the rebels of the Skeleton Legion!

The skeleton army sent these things to the Red Shirt Gang, the whole thing can be said to be very obvious... The "big business" in the words of the Red Shirt Gang leader is obviously to launch 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 soon after they moved the box...I don't know where it came from...I don't know anything else...Gold bars, gold bars, I have already given you Yes, I will give you the resource point, can you let me go?"

The Red Shirt Gang stammered a bit, obviously, he only knew so much about this matter.

Qi Lin collected the gold bars, and then searched all the cigarettes, food, lighters, etc. from the opponent, and then put a hand on the head of the red shirt gang.

The other party was stunned, and then immediately guessed that Qi Lin didn't plan to let him go alive, when even yelling and struggling

"Crack."

Qi Lin forcefully broke the necks of the red shirt gang, and the opponent's body immediately collapsed.

Dragging the corpse into a dark corner, Qi Lin first tore off the black plastic bag, then took off the other party’s clothes and pants, then picked up a half of the brick on one side, and pressed hard against the corpse’s head. Hit the ground a dozen times.

Qi Lin didn't lack this little money, and he didn't plan to use this gold bar. If it were taken out and seen by others, it might cause unnecessary trouble, but he couldn't keep it for him. Otherwise, if someone from the Red Shirt Gang finds the corpse and finds gold bars, they will definitely be suspicious.

But in this way, everything on his body was stripped, and his head was brutally smashed open again. It was a normal murder case.

Even if the body is discovered, those people will only imagine the identity of the murderer as those robbers or wanderers, and will not trace Qi Lin's body.

Throwing the bricks stained with brain and blood aside, Qi Lin walked out of the corner. It was at this time that another Red Shirt Gang had finished the "things" and walked towards here.

Qi Lin stood silently, holding his breath, shrinking into a shadow. Although there were a few dim lights in the tunnel, because of this, the places that were not illuminated by the lights appeared darker.

"Hey, old dog, where did your grandson go to smoke?! Hello?! I have finished the matter, we should go back! It's too late to go back, so I must be scolded to death by Li Baldhead"

The red shirt gang shouted as the crowd walked, but no one responded to him.

"Grass mud horse! I went back and didn't tell me, damn grandson!" The man yelled a few more times, and realized that after doing useless work, he cursed and walked in the other direction. Obviously, he had already assumed that his companion had left himself and went back alone.

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

I saw that woman fell to the ground, and a few small black beetles were crawling on the woman's disheveled body. After hearing Qi Lin's footsteps, they crawled off the woman and got in quickly. Deep in the dark tunnel.

The woman is dead. Judging from the bruise on her neck, she should have been strangled to death by the red shirt gang.

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

The woman’s clothes were torn into strips of rags, and her legs were stretched out in an extremely indecent posture. In addition to the liquid left by the red shirts, there was a lot of flowing between the women’s legs. After the filthy things die in the human brain, the sphincter muscles will lose control, so incontinence is a very normal phenomenon.

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

Qi Lin glanced at the woman's face for the last time. Although this woman could be regarded as a beauty before her death, the extremely painful and distorted face and the long tongue that dragged it out made that face look extremely scary. .

With a faint sigh, Qi Lin walked past the corpse.

Qi Lin can’t save her like Song Xiaodie. If she is saved, the news about the imminent rebellion of the Red Shirt Gang will leak out. At that time, it will not only cause chaos inside Vault 187, It may also cause the Red Shirt Gang to initiate a rebellion.

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

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

Seeing Song Xiaodie’s smile, Qi Lin, who was in a bad mood, felt a touch of warmth for a moment. This simple small room of only a dozen square meters, unconsciously, actually had some The taste of "home".

In Qi Lin's memory, the part that he had never had a house, his childhood was completely spent in the chaotic country of war, where there were only employers, friendly forces and enemies...

Qi Lin gently shook his head, 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, we have to prepare in advance." 2k Novel Reading Network