Tang Zheng's cruel words immediately stunned the survivors. They all looked at him in astonishment, and then at the unlucky captain who had fainted on the ground. Blood kept flowing from his broken wrist and melted.
The large areas of snow are about to fall apart.
"No, aren't you keeping him here just to torture him for information?" Old Paul seemed to have been burned and quickly waved his hand to refuse.
"There will still be prisoners, within the next few days." Tang Zheng pointed his gun at them and urged, "Hurry up, do you want to wait for enemy reinforcements to arrive?"
The three residents of the wasteland were riding a tiger and couldn't get out. Little Paul watched his father all night, then suddenly stepped out of the crowd and pulled out the dagger inserted in his belt. Old Paul pulled him, but he threw him away.
"I did it. I have long wanted to try my hand at killing a soldier of the Iron Council." Little Paul walked to Captain Gore and squatted down, with anger in his eyes, and slapped him awake with two slaps.
"No, you should know the consequences of going against the Iron Council." Gore woke up and felt the coldness of the dagger on his face. He was startled and immediately stared at the triangular eyes and roared at little Paul, "
Do you want to die?"
"Ha, you are so tough. Don't beg for mercy. Show me the spirit of the residents of the wasteland." Lu Fan joked and continued to look through the body. He actually picked up a bottle cap. The little loli put it to his mouth and blew on it.
He smiled brightly.
"This knife is for Kaya's family." Little Paul didn't hesitate at all. Amidst Gore's horrified roar, he directly stabbed the dagger into his neck. He still couldn't help but twist it, completely smashing it.
It hit his trachea.
"Damn it, why don't you give him a breath?" Tang Zheng didn't expect this kid to be so decisive and ruthless, so he quickly called to Sholokhov next to him, "Quick, come over and hit me."
"Devil." Sholokhov's eyelids twitched. He thought that nothing happened to him, but he didn't expect that he didn't want to let him go. But he had to lower his head under the eaves.
"Boy, is Kaya your girlfriend?" Tang Zheng looked at the tall and tall Paul and motioned for him to search Gore.
Little Paul didn't say anything. He looked through the body skillfully and skinned Gore into a naked pig in a few strokes. He didn't even leave his underwear behind.
Tang Zheng was not concerned about himself, but Old Paul laughed with him and nodded, "Kaya is his girlfriend, but she is already dead."
Not interested in hearing such sad stories, Tang Zheng looked at the newcomers.
Xu Biyun, the two soldiers, the Anping brothers, Chu Baichuan, and the hawkers were all looking through the bodies. Others did not move at all, especially the female model and the drunk man with a big belly, and even stayed away.
Some of them not only disliked the corpses, but also hated the dirty clothes that had not been washed in several years and were covered with dirt. There seemed to be a body odor wafting in the air.
Several female models even covered their noses with impatient expressions on their faces. They wanted to tell Tang Zheng to leave here quickly, but they didn't dare to ask.
"Just pick it up, you won't get anything out of it." The urban management officer glared at the hawker and cursed him. He actually wanted to pick it up, but after taking a secret look at Tang Zheng, he gave up. He didn't want to work for nothing. Who knew this guy would do it?
I won’t take any commission, so I’ll keep my energy.
"Here you go." Little Paul folded his clothes, then put Gore's Akm rifle, bayonet, pistol, magazine, and other scattered items on top. He walked to Tang Zheng with his hands on them and handed them to him.
"Does anyone want protective clothing and coats?" Tang Zheng turned around and asked. He was not generous enough to give these things to the residents of the wasteland, but some newcomers did not appreciate it.
Several female models looked at the blood-stained coat and shook their heads. They did not want to wear such a thing, while others couldn't help but feel embarrassed when they saw their companions like this.
"Can I just choose guns?" A short-haired woman asked with some anxiety. After all, Tang Zheng had just killed ten people, and she was still a little scared.
"Sorry." Tang Zheng refused and sighed in his heart. As expected, none of the women except Xu Biyun had yet to adapt to the environment.
"Do you still think you are flowers, with men surrounding them all day long?" Pang Meiqin peeled off a soldier's military coat and threw it into the arms of a female model. "If you don't wear it, you will freeze to death."
"I want it." An Ning jumped up from his brother and wiped his nose. An Ping gave him a tug, then looked at Tang Zheng warily and shook his head, "We don't want it, but can you give us the coat? No.
For the gun and the magazine.”
Xu Biyun had already packed up the trophies and sent them to Tang Zheng. She patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "For my hard work, can you give me a gun for self-defense?"
Xiao Du held the gun and clothes, and after tugging at Lao Gao for a few times, he reluctantly gave them to him, and then glanced at Tang Zheng.
"Tang Zheng, here you go." Gao Wei had no intention of swallowing it, and he didn't even keep the bottle cap privately.
The hawker stuffed the bottle cap he found into his pocket when no one was paying attention, then walked over with his military coat in his arms and handed it to Tang Zheng.
"Slick, flattering." The fat Zhang Bingcheng snorted and turned his head away from them.
"Why give it to me?" Tang Zheng was puzzled.
"You killed those soldiers, of course you took them." Chu Baichuan, wearing a military coat, kept playing with an akm and discussed, "How about giving me one to play with?"
"Whoever picked it up can take it. It's a gift from me." Tang Zheng didn't care about these simple things, so he might as well do it as a favor. He took the eight nuclear bottle caps from little Paul's hand and asked, "
Military coat and pistol, you can choose one and give the rest to the brothers."
"Yes." Little Paul nodded, and naturally threw the general's coat to the Anping brothers.
"Are you interested in being my bodyguard?" Living in the wasteland era, little Paul didn't know what thank you meant, but Tang Zheng didn't care about these etiquettes and played with the nuclear bottle cap.
The cap of the nuclear bottle is about the size of a one-yuan coin. On the front is a picture of a beautiful woman pouring Coke over her head. On the back is a string of production date written in black.
It is said that these bottle caps came from the most popular Nuka-Cola in the world before the nuclear war. In the early days of the nuclear war, the monetary system collapsed. No one was stupid enough to use worthless banknotes. People who were lucky enough to survive began to barter.
, however, as the volume of goods becomes larger and more complex, general equivalents will inevitably appear.
Because it is a metal product, the production technology is difficult and difficult to imitate. In addition, it is very common, not easy to break, light and easy to carry. Nuclear bottle caps are gradually accepted as a general equivalent. Of course, there is also some black humor and the nostalgia of wasteland residents.
Emotions cause trouble.
The back of the bottle cap in Tang Zheng's hand had a piece of writing scratched by an iron tool. After careful identification, it turned out that it was still in English and it said 'God, please save me!'.
"A prayer before the death of an unlucky ghost." Tang Zheng did not believe in any ghosts and gods, so he directly put the bottle cap into his pocket and asked, "Have you thought about it? Are you afraid of trouble?"
"Tang Zheng, are you kidding?" Lao Gao still asked. Stationed at the border guard post, they could well understand what it was like to be short of supplies.
Seeing Tang Zheng nod, the vendor let out a long breath, while An Ning ran to him and said thank you.
"Uncle is not that stingy." Lu Fan put away the bottle cap, took away the magazine, pointed at other things, and said, "Why don't you just give it to the residents of the wasteland?"
Zhang Bingcheng wanted to, but the urban management officer ran out like a rabbit, grabbed it in his hand, licked his face, and said with a smile, "Can you give me another magazine?"
"No problem." Lu Fan took out a magazine from her backpack and gave it to him, and put the seized items aside. She did not forget Trojan's reminder that all items taken out of the room cannot be exchanged for nuclear bottle caps.
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Little Paul was hesitant. He also saw that this man was not a cheap man. If he followed him, he might encounter a lot of trouble, but he did not want to miss such a generous employer.
"I'll do it." Old Paul recommended himself. Anyway, he has almost lived enough, so if there is danger, he should do it by himself.
"Dad." Little Paul said anxiously, "I'll go."
"Go and get rid of the body, and then take us to the gathering place." Tang Zheng noticed that the newcomer who had received the trophy was holding back his nausea and was wearing a military coat and a three-proof mask.
Tang Zheng was very dissatisfied with the ten minutes he had wasted from killing Gore. Fortunately, no other patrol teams from the Iron Council showed up, otherwise they would have made enemies as soon as they arrived.
After walking for another twenty minutes, Old Paul led everyone to the corner of a long street. The thick snow was cleared away, revealing a manhole cover.
"The entrance to the subway station is controlled by the Steel Council, and there is a tax on entry and exit. It's no problem to walk from here." Old Paul rubbed his hands, which were red from the cold, and said, "This is my secret."
"I won't treat you badly, come in." Lu Fan took out a tactical flashlight, but there was nowhere to put it, "It's really annoying, these three protections are too much in the way."
"You don't have to go to the gathering place. There are five floors below the subway. They were all dug after the nuclear winter. The lower you go, the smaller the radiation. In fact, it's okay to stay on the first floor." Sholokhov expressed it and caught it.
He climbed down the iron ladder embedded in the cement wall. He had two batteries, but he didn't want to waste such a place.
"Is there no threat down here? Radiated rats or something?" Pang Meiqin leaned out and took a look into the sewer. It was pitch black and couldn't see anything, so she took out her tactical flashlight and looked down.
Shaked.
"You'd better save batteries. In the gathering place, you can buy five fully charged AA batteries for one bottle cap. Of course, because you don't know how much power there is, you usually can't trade it." Little Paul reminded him, and started to think.
Something felt wrong. These people seemed not to be from this world. They didn't know how to cherish supplies. Actually, seven of them took out tactical flashlights. One even had a miner's headlamp, and two took out large bright lights.
The flashlights were all turned on, so precious power was wasted.
"Turn off the lights, do you want to attract the monsters? Or do you want to be a target in the dark?" Tang Zheng was a little depressed. Because the combat environment was harsh, he chose the more durable ak74m, but there was only one sight on it. Without it,
