Chapter 30: Poor Wastelanders and Generous Employers
Chapter 30 Poor Wasteland Residents and Generous Employers
"The black metal texture of that machine gun is indeed charming, but I want a woman even more. Look at their skin, it's so white and smooth, it must be very comfortable to press against it." A young man with a slicked face said a poor man
He simply couldn't afford a gas mask, so he exposed his head to the air. However, as a mutant, he was no longer afraid of radiation damage.
This guy is tall and strong, with abnormally thick bones and joints. He is holding an AK47 that is in tatters even with the gun body. However, he still takes great care of it and keeps unconsciously wiping the barrel with his sleeve. This is obviously a result of years of doing it.
habit.
"Where did these wanderers come from? Are they all crazy? They ran out without wearing protective clothing, and those top-notch equipment..." Another middle-aged man wearing a black gas mask covered with stains and dust
He was chattering endlessly, talking about all kinds of doubts, but unfortunately no one cared about him. It was obvious that they were familiar with his cautious character.
"Okay, Sholokhov, I'm more concerned about how much food they have in their backpacks. I hope it's not frozen black bread. Also, lend me your sight. This broken telescope has a high magnification
It's too small." Gregory saw a few snowflakes falling on the telescope, which was so broken that only a single tube was left, and quickly wiped it off, fearing that it would get wet and the treasure would die.
Little Paul and Pavel immediately booed him. In the wasteland world after the nuclear war, every bit of material is extremely precious. A piece of bread the size of a fingernail is worth two people's lives.
"Follow us quickly, it's time to take action. If the Iron Fist patrol car sees them, we won't even be able to get a hair out of them." Old Paul climbed up, carrying his AK74 wrapped with tape, and sneaked carefully
Going up, Sholokhov also shut his mouth. They are all experienced wasteland adventurers, so they still have this bit of common sense.
Tang Zheng huddled on the third floor of an abandoned building. He only exposed the ten-power telescope out of the window to observe the pursuers. After only three minutes, he saw the figures of five people.
"Can the equipment get any worse? Four broken guns, and one person actually uses a homemade crossbow." Tang Zheng muttered, almost bursting into tears. Each of them was wrapped in a worn-out coat or cotton-padded jacket with black paint on it.
It was so black that it wouldn't be this dirty even if it hadn't been washed for a year. It was unkempt and unkempt, and its original appearance was no longer visible.
"It is indeed a wasteland world." Tang Zheng shuddered when he thought that he would have to live in this kind of world for two years. Let's not talk about the bathing problem. Fortunately, he brought toilet paper, otherwise he would be in terrible pain.
The northern suburbs of this city were bombed by nuclear bombs, so a small number of buildings are still intact. However, they have been uninhabited for more than a hundred years and have long been abandoned. Only an empty shell is left, and there is a thick layer of dirt on the ground.
There was a thick layer of dust, and only some birds and animals appeared in the ghostly city. Except for occasionally seeing some very vigorous weeds, no green plants could be seen anymore, and the entire field of vision was gray.
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"It's too desolate." Looking at this environment for a long time will give people a sense of depression. In addition, you can only hear your own breathing. Even Tang Zheng felt a little depressed and lonely.
The five wasteland residents carefully passed by the building where Tang Zheng was hiding. Except for Pavel and Little Paul, the three middle-aged people were very cautious and stopped to observe the surrounding buildings, because this was where Tang Zheng disappeared.
place.
Tang Zheng quickly lowered his body and slowly pulled the gun bolt. The footprints could not be covered up, and he could be engaged in battle at any time. Then he began to hesitate. It was certain to leave a prisoner behind, and he had to know the information, but what about the others?
Beat them all to death?
"I don't know what their relationship is like? It would be great if we could use supplies to solve the problem." Before understanding the general information about the city, Tang Zheng decided to pretend to be kind.
There is no doubt that the other party is hostile. Tang Zheng can see it from their greedy eyes. However, these five people just glanced at Tang Zheng's hiding place and ignored him and continued to chase Qin Yan and his party.
In their view, one person's bait is too little, and they must use limited bullets to obtain the largest prey.
Tang Zheng shrugged his shoulders and followed.
The five adventurers were very familiar with the terrain here. After a minute, Grigory and Pavel left the team and took a detour, obviously intending to ambush and intercept Qin Yan and his party.
"Good opportunity." After waiting for another minute to make sure they were far away, Tang Zheng hid behind an old car that was already covered in rust and started shooting at the remaining three old Pauls.
Click-click, the crisp sound of gunfire disturbed the quiet city, and with two pop-pop sounds, the bullet penetrated into Sholokhov's feet, splashing two handfuls of broken snow.
Because ammunition was scarce, the three did not fight back, but immediately looked for bunkers. They did not expect that the opponent had only one person and dared to attack.
"Come out and talk to me, or you'll get a headshot next time." Tang Zheng fired two short shots at the car where little Paul was hiding.
"You madman, bullets are free of charge, it's such a waste." Little Paul yelled. He had never seen such a wasteful person since he was a child.
"Russian?" Tang Zheng smiled. It seems that these guys are not ordinary poor, so the negotiation is very likely to succeed.
"I will fire thirty bullets and tell me all the information about this city, or you will die." Tang Zheng roared, not afraid of revealing his position.
"At least fifty." Little Paul couldn't hold back his anger and dropped the bottom. As a result, his father gave him a sharp look.
"Impossible, at least I need a rifle." Old Paul bargained, but as soon as he spoke, the iron plate on his head was immediately punched with a series of bullet holes.
"Forty, by the way, you'd better decide quickly, otherwise those two unlucky guys will definitely die. My companions are not as kind as me." Tang Zheng had a lot of time. In order to prevent possible snipers, he quickly
Changed location.
"The opponent is very experienced and cannot snipe." Sholokhov put down the SVD with an unlucky look on his face, "It's a tough fight."
"Dad, what should we do? Forty bullets are a lot." Before little Paul could finish his words, intensive gunshots rang out in front of him. He was so startled that he almost jumped up and shouted depressingly, "You prodigal sons, you guys are going to kill me."
Leave the bullets for me."
What he responded to was a string of bullets. This time, even Old Paul and Sholokhov felt terribly distressed. These bullets could be exchanged for two days' worth of food.
After completely destroying their morale, Tang Zhengcai said leisurely, "I also want a guide. If you do a good job, there will be rewards."
Tang Zheng now has a lot of firearms on his body. In addition to his thunderstorm rifle and Gauss sniper rifle, he also has three C-level firearms, the lossless AK74 and the lossless M4A1. In addition, there are two ordinary M4A1, one An94, and two
An m1911a1 pistol, a six-barreled machine gun, and an m249 were all captured. As for various bullets, there were nearly 300,000 rounds, not to mention grenades and AT4s. It can be said that Tang Zheng is a mobile arsenal.
Tang Zheng picked up a lot of thunderstorm rifles in just two team battles, and let Pang Meiqin Baiguo and others have one each, so he didn't look down on those ordinary firearms at all, even the non-damaging ones were not in his eyes, otherwise
He won't give the Roaring Death to Miranda as a favor.
The gunshots on the front street stopped, but the sound of grenade explosions rang out one after another. Needless to say, it was Xiao Lu Fan who was torturing people again. If it were Pang Meiqin, she would definitely not want to waste another bullet, and she would also be holding a thunderstorm rifle.
To top up the numbers, I will never fire a shot unless absolutely necessary.
The faces of Old Paul and the other three suddenly turned pale and they were hesitant.
"Dad, don't hesitate. The grenades they threw are enough for us to buy food for a month. Besides, we are so poor. Even if you are robbed by others, your hands will probably be dirty." Little Paul is not belittling himself, but it is a fact.
Qiu Xiang, listening to the blasting sound of those grenades, his eyes turned green with envy, "You can't let such a big customer go."
"I will count to three, otherwise the negotiation is over and you will die." Tang Zheng knew that he had to put some pressure on these people, so he shortened the counting interval.
"Wait a minute, I agree." Old Paul agreed quickly. He also felt sorry for those grenades and shouted, "Tell your companions not to lose the grenades and give them to us. Just five."
"Put down the gun, put your head in your hands and come out. Don't worry, I won't carry a gun." Tang Zheng wanted to keep the protective clothing a secret, so he gave them the feeling that he was also afraid of being shot.
"Okay." Old Paul did not hesitate, hung the gun on his chest, and walked out slowly.
"Very good." When Tang Zheng saw all three people leaving their hiding places and walking onto the street, he asked, "Can I tell you who they are?"
"We are residents of this city. We all live in the subway gathering place. You wanderers also need to go there to replenish supplies, right? I can lead the way." Old Paul looked Tang Zheng up and down and asked, "Orientals, you guys
Come to your own gathering place?”
"Please note that you have no right to ask." Tang Zheng warned with a cold face, "Which city is this? How many gathering places are there?"
"Moscow, as far as I know, there are seven, but I have only been to two of them." Old Paul was very cooperative, but his eyes flashed with the cunning of a wastelander, "Can you pay ten bullets first."
"No problem." Tang Zheng put his hand behind his back, reached into his backpack, took out a drum, and shook it, "7.62mm bullet, good answer, this hundred-round drum is yours."
"What do you want to ask?" Little Paul's eyes turned green. He stared at the drum in his hand, then slid to the backpack on his back, guessing what was in it, and then looked at the brand new ball on Tang Zheng's chest.
ak74, he seemed to smell the delicious smell of gun oil, so he hesitated.
Little Paul began to think about whether he could be killed in hand-to-hand combat, because Tang Zheng was wearing three layers of protection, so there was no way to judge his strength from his size.
"Don't be impulsive. This guy's voice is very confident and he dares to walk past, which means he is not afraid of us at all." Sholokhov has sharp eyes and looked into Tang Zheng's eyes through the gas mask. He has nothing to fear.