This is a cruel law that even children in the wasteland world know, because there is a saying that all residents of the wasteland are familiar with.
"Even a baby will skillfully stab your heart with a table knife behind your back, and then take away every nuclear bottle cap on your body."
Old Paul and the other three were unsure of Tang Zheng's approach, so they chose to cooperate. Besides, judging from the other party's crazy consumption of supplies, they didn't care about fifty bullets at all.
"What year is it now?" Tang Zheng raised his finger, stared into their eyes, and said, "Don't be tricky."
"The year is 2153 AD, I don't know. Anyway, nearly a hundred years have passed since nuclear bombs destroyed the world." Old Paul was busy with his life every day, so he couldn't care about such trivial and useless information.
"Why don't some people wear radiation protection suits? Is it because they are poor? Or they don't need it?" Tang Zheng is not afraid of exposing his ignorance. If the other party is greedy, he will kill him. As for this era, he is very sad. After the nuclear winter,
Over a hundred years, the monsters have probably mutated for several generations.
"They are mutants from four generations later. Naturally, some of them are not afraid of radiation. We middle-aged people have too few resistant blood cells in our blood, so we can only carry them." Old Paul pointed to his mask and said helplessly,
"In fact, young people will also suffer minor radiation injuries, but they are too poor to do anything about it."
Tang Zheng took out the Geiger counter and looked at it. The value was only slightly higher than the safety level. It seemed that there was a radiation source near the transmission location.
"You have just arrived at the subway gathering place. The one you should be most wary of is the Iron Fist Council." Sholokhov also wanted to show off. After showing a friendly attitude, he asked, "Can I pick up these warheads?"
Tang Zheng nodded, indicating that it was okay, and then asked, "Are they a local evil force?"
"On the contrary, they maintain local order, but the law enforcement is very violent." Little Paul said with contempt and indignation on his face, "By the way, there are also high taxes."
"If you want to rest here, you'd better find a guide. This is a paradise for robbers, swindlers, drug dealers, thieves, and slave traders." Old Paul suddenly showed a lewd smile, trying his best to promote himself, and said, "And Moscow
The best prostitutes are all in our gathering place No. 12. If you need them, I can take you there. With Old Paul's reputation, I can give you an 8.5% discount."
"Let's go and join my companions. I guess those two unlucky guys have turned into corpses." When Tang Zheng said this, he threw the drum over and observed their expressions. Once these guys showed signs of indignation,
Emotions, he will kill them instantly.
Old Paul jumped out immediately and grabbed the drum, other people's life and death, it's bullshit.
"Don't you want those bullet casings?" Little Paul licked his lips. These people are so extravagant that they don't even pick up the bullet casings.
"Excuse me." Tang Zheng walked up casually and said with a smile, "What's the price of hiring a guide here?"
"A drum, no, a rifle." Old Paul changed his mind. He stared at the AK74 on Tang Zheng's chest and swallowed. He felt that if he could touch one, it would definitely be better than those ten bottle caps.
It's even better to be a top prostitute.
"How much can a nuclear bottle cap buy?" Tang Zheng glanced at little Paul who was passing by and said, "Don't think of me as a fool."
If Trojan hadn't said that the items carried by the survivors could not be exchanged for bottle caps, Tang Zheng would have been very frugal.
"One bottle cap can buy ten rounds of bullets, or one pound of black bread, 300ml of water, and 30ml of strong vodka." When it came to food, Old Paul swallowed his saliva and his stomach growled unsatisfactorily. Xiao Luo
Hof didn't hold back, but they had already developed a thick skin. In the wasteland world, you can't survive with a face.
"You only bought so few things?" Tang Zheng was still unable to have an immediate impact on prices.
"So little? Just save some food, it's enough to live for three days, you know? The majority of the property in the gathering place is only a dozen bottle caps, and more are traded with bullets." Little Paul said with the last word.
He picked up the bullet shells quickly and ran over. He was not out of breath at all, which showed that he was in excellent physical condition. After hearing Tang Zheng's words, he felt that this guy was really unreliable. Looking at his healthy face, he suddenly said, "You haven't been through this before."
Are you hungry?"
"Inevitable." Tang Zheng nodded subconsciously, causing Old Paul and the other three people to exclaim in surprise and look at him with envy and jealousy on their faces.
"If you are not short of money, you can go to the East District with a bottle cap to find a few cheap prostitutes to have a group sex with. If you like young prostitutes without sex, then add a nuclear bottle cap." Little Paul
Obviously already very familiar with this business, he solicited customers with a smile on his face, "If you give me your name as little Paul, you can get a 10% discount."
"Your father's name is worth 15% off." Tang Zheng chuckled and heard that the names of the two people should be Axe.
"You bastard, what are you talking about?" Old Paul pretended to be angry and slapped his son on the back of the head, just to please the guest.
"No wonder it takes two years to save. A nuclear bottle cap is equivalent to ten yuan. No, you can't play with gang members and young prostitutes even if you spend ten yuan." Tang Zheng could already foresee the difficulty of this mission. He
The index finger of his right hand tapped on the barrel of the gun, and it was Morse code, but none of the three wasteland residents responded.
"Another unobtrusive means of communication, but there seems to be a gap in their cultural knowledge." Tang Zheng then laughed at himself. He was busy earning food for life every day, who could care about studying?
Learning is also the most practical way to fill your stomach as quickly as possible.
Tang Zheng guessed correctly. The residents of the wasteland basically learned to kill when they were eight years old, and disposed of corpses without changing their expressions. The cruel environment forced them to mature prematurely, and it was already a big deal for them to live to the age of fifty.
of gift and luck.
"Uncle, two sneak attackers came just now, but unfortunately we didn't catch them." Lu Fan was very disappointed, and his big black and white eyes glanced at the three wasteland residents behind him, "They are very familiar with the surrounding terrain, and we are afraid of stepping into a trap.
, no pursuit.”
The three old Pauls were happy that their accomplices had escaped, but then they became depressed again. Little Paul even bluntly persuaded them, "The bullets and grenades you used can buy two months of food.
Please save a little next time.”
"Ha, so valuable?" Lu Fan's face quickly turned bitter, "Doesn't that mean it will take us several years to save 10,000 bottle caps?"
"Except for the leaders of the Iron Fist Council, the Free Corps, the Rangers, and the upper echelons of the gathering place, whoever can carry a hundred bottle caps in his pocket is a tycoon." Little Paul mocked the little Lolita's self-esteem.
Regardless of his ability, his eyes were wandering around the female model. He had never seen a woman with such beautiful skin.
Bang, Old Paul slapped him in the face and quickly apologized to everyone.
"Go to the gathering place quickly and encounter the patrols of the Iron Fist Council. They will collect various high taxes from you under various names." Sholokhov looked around and said, "Be careful of other adventures.
They are a group of traders, and they sometimes appear as slave traders.”
The female models shuddered when they heard this term. They didn't want to be played like dogs.
"Slave traders? I'm just here to grab them. I'm just wondering where I can earn bottle caps." Lu Fan carried the grenade on his backpack, with a depressed look on his face, motioning for everyone to clear the way, and asked casually, "What else can I earn?"
The bottle cap method?”
"Being a slave trader, robbing and stealing, is the most risky and profitable job, followed by scavenging, hunting, drugs, cars, guns, bullets, and bread. They are all best-sellers in gathering places." Old Paul didn't have any idea at all.
Realizing that those things are criminal, "If you can find an arsenal, take back an oil refinery or something, you can make money."
"Isn't that right? Since you said that the Iron Fist Council is very powerful, then even if we enter the gathering place, we will be reported and come to our door, right?" Tang Zheng stopped and said with a smile, "Maybe you are the most powerful
The one who snitched first."
"Haha, how is that possible?" Old Paul was speechless. This was an obvious thing.
"Uncle, I think it would be a good idea to rob the Steel Council first. At least 20,000 bottle caps can be guaranteed." Lu Fan counted on his fingers and said, "This deal should be more cost-effective."
"Don't be impulsive. The Steel Council controls half of Russia's gathering places. They have at least 30,000 well-equipped soldiers under their command, and there are countless peripheral members." Old Paul was startled by little Loli's crazy idea.
Stop him quickly, "They were formerly the army, but over the past hundred years, military discipline has been terrible. When the wasteland residents resisted, they were suppressed violently, and there will be thousands of people in our gathering place on No. 12 alone."
There are only a few of you armed, and it’s not even enough to cram people’s teeth into.”
"How do they support so many troops? By exploitation?" Lu Fan rolled his eyes at him and said, "Are you too stupid?"
"They control all the resources to survive. What can we do? There are people who have the ability to manufacture arms, have recaptured oil refineries, have their own cars, and even tanks, and they can just crush us civilians.
." The two middle-aged men said nothing, but little Paul was filled with indignation. He had obviously suffered a lot.
"Hey, how can I listen to what they say? Is this Russian?" Xu Biyun came to Lu Fan's side and tried to communicate with little Paul. It turned out to be no problem.
"It must have been a Trojan horse. If it was difficult to communicate, how could we survive the past two years?" Pang Meiqin was very happy. It was amazing that she could master one more foreign language without spending any points.
"What's the name of that machine gun?" Little Paul stared at the roaring death in Qin Yan's hand, "How many bottle caps did you buy?"
"The German army's MG3 is known as a cloth tearing machine." Lu Fan glanced at him in surprise and asked, "Have you ever heard of Stalin?"
"What is that? Medicine? I only know about penicillin." Little Paul said very cautiously, "Even expired medicines are rarely circulated in gathering places. They can usually be bought on the black market, and they are all at high prices."
Just as Lu Fan was about to talk, a group of slightly neatly dressed soldiers appeared in sight, loudly warning them to stop and undergo inspection.
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***, I once again wrote the number of chapters in Chapter 13 wrong, but the content is correct.