"Is it the patrol team of the Iron Council again?" Gao Yu muttered, looking forward on tiptoes.
The newcomers' hearts suddenly tightened, their faces were full of worry, and their bodies unconsciously hid in the darkness behind them, not wanting to be seen by them. Chu Baichuan had the most rebellious spirit. At this time, he had already put the watermelon knife on his belt, secretly
Tila akm's rifle bolt.
"Where did these people come from?" Lu Fan raised his hand and directly shined the bright light of the LED flashlight on the faces of those people, without caring about their identities at all.
Suddenly being stabbed in the eye, the group of people covered their faces with their hands and cursed. The two men with guns even deliberately pulled the bolts of their guns and made the noise, hoping to frighten the group of wanderers.
"Fan Fan, don't make trouble." Zhang Bingcheng was startled. He didn't want to be shot to death randomly.
"You are just causing trouble. You are just a bunch of fish chasing the autumn wind. What are you afraid of?" Lu Fan grabbed a grenade and prepared to throw it out.
"If they were soldiers of the Iron Council, would Old Paul and the others dare to assume a fighting stance?" Tang Zheng snorted, very dissatisfied with Zhang Bingcheng's shrinking attitude.
The newcomers were relieved, but then felt that they were too stupid for not even being able to see such details.
"Leader, they are blocking here just to get some tolls. Give them to any of them. These guys are all guys who don't have the guts to go out to scavenge. They don't want to dirty your hands." Old Paul glared fiercely with a smile on his face.
Take a look at Toreev. This man is someone that even the Iron Council dares to kill without blinking an eye, let alone little shrimps like you.
"Old Paul, don't think you can talk like this just because you know my dad, be careful of me turning my back on you!" Toreev roared with a stern look on his face, and the group of young people behind him also yelled curses.
In the gathering place, not everyone has the courage to go out and fight for their lives like little Paul. Among the younger generation, there are many who are timid. The most they can do is kill a few radioactive rats in the sewer pipes. Most of the time
Just wandering around on the second floor, doing some tricks, abductions, thefts, and robberies. After all, every ten days and a half, there will be some businessmen and wanderers coming from other gathering places.
"Toreev, who are you scolding!" Little Paul was afraid of the Steel Council, but not them. He pulled out the pistol from his waist, and Capa pulled the sleeve and pointed it at them.
"Hey, shotguns have been replaced with cannons. No wonder you are so tough." Toreev's tone was full of sourness. He looked at Tang Zheng and saw their equipment. After swallowing his saliva, he calmed down a lot.
"Let's go!" Tang Zheng didn't want to waste time for these guys, so he urged Old Paul to hurry up. If Alice's apron couldn't be exposed, it would be no problem to give them a few radioactive rat corpses.
"I'm dreaming!" A young man held a gun and stood in front of Tang Zheng. He pushed the muzzle of the gun, which had even the rifling polished, against his waist, and reached out to grab his rifle.
Tang Zheng flicked the muzzle of the gun with one hand, and quickly grabbed his hair with the other hand, pulling it down hard. The unfortunate guy immediately lost his balance, and Tang Zheng's knee knocked up and hit him in the face.
.
Bang, this guy didn't even twitch, he just collapsed on the ground and fainted, blood and saliva flowing out from between his bruised lips.
Toreev's dozen or so people were startled. Before they had time to react, several new black guns were already pointed at them.
After all, these guys are fighting in a ragtag group. They may be good at fighting in groups and stabbing each other, but when faced with a real threat of death, their first reaction is to surrender.
After someone took the lead and threw away the rusty sabers and iron pipes in their hands, the others also gave up their resistance. The worst thing they could do now was to get a beating, but if they persisted, they might really die.
"Everyone put their heads in their hands and stand facing the wall." Lu Fan walked over, held the revolver and fired a shot, calling to little Paul, "Go and search, I only want bottle caps."
The newcomers were dumbfounded by this justified robbery. On the contrary, no one in the wasteland was surprised at all. Even Toreev just cursed in a low voice with a look of unhappiness on his face.
"They are poorer than me. It would be great if they could find a few bullets and come out with them." Little Paul kicked Toreev on the butt. He didn't even do anything. He just yelled, "Take off your clothes."
Already."
More than a dozen people cursed and cursed little Paul, but his hands were not slow. He was used to the cold anyway. Besides, he only had ragged clothes and no belongings from before.
"Forget it, get out of here." Tang Zheng noticed that little Paul didn't pick up their guns. Apparently he didn't want to do anything too bad, so he let them go.
After an interlude, Tang Zheng and others finally entered the first floor of Gathering Area No. 12. This used to be the Most Subway, but over the past 100 years, the space has been dug wider, and the rails can no longer be seen.
, it was probably taken by the Iron Council and melted down to make bullets.
"This is worse than the slums." Seeing this scene, the female models exclaimed. There are about five to six thousand people here, but less than one percent can have a tent to cover themselves. They curled up,
Huddled in the corner, eyes dull, quietly waiting for death to come.
Seeing Tang Zheng and others walking by, only some children stretched out their hands, looking at them expectantly, begging for food, while more people didn't even want to waste the effort of stretching out their hands, because they knew what
None.
"They don't even light a fire. Are these people too lazy? There's nothing we can do without food, but there's plenty of firewood outside." A female model covered her nose and spoke unscrupulously.
"You don't even look at who these people are. Do they have the physical strength? They will probably die if they can't get out of the subway." Lu Fan rolled his eyes at them with disdain. These women actually commented on others. They probably stayed there for a week.
, will also become a frequent visitor here.
After being choked, the female model did not dare to reply because she did not want to be kicked out of the team.
"The air here is too bad." Pang Meiqin could smell the stench in the air even though she was wearing a three-proof mask. "Is there a plague?"
"So pray that you don't get sick, otherwise just fight it, you know that just one cold medicine can destroy your family." Old Paul walked quickly, chasing away the children begging around, and explained, "These are all
The council disliked the orphans whose parents had died or had been abandoned, so they were expelled from the second floor."
"Tell me about the terrain." Tang Zheng's sympathy was not overflowing. Before he was safe, he had more things to worry about.
"There are four passages in the southeast, northwest and north to enter the second floor. They are easy to recognize and don't need to be remembered at all." Old Paul took everyone to the east area, a cement road big enough for three tanks to go parallel, diagonally downwards, about 20 meters away.
, everyone saw the street scene on the second floor,
There are all criss-crossed stone streets here. The houses on both sides are not made of bricks, but are cave dwellings dug directly out of the soil, and then painted with a layer of waterproof building materials on the outside, so they look very rustic, but they are different from those on the upper floors.
Bi, it is already heaven on earth.
"The amount of radiation here is less than the safe value. You don't need to wear three-proof clothing." As soon as Sholokhov finished speaking, he found that the young leader was already looking at the Geiger counter.
When the prostitutes standing outside soliciting customers saw Tang Zheng and his entourage, they immediately greeted Tang Zheng and his entourage warmly and blew kisses. They were scantily clad, and the strips of cloth on their bodies could only cover their most important parts, but they found it insufficient and even pulled their hair.
I placed a *** and asked someone to inspect the goods.
"Hey, you only need four pieces of black bread to satisfy the most outstanding prostitute on the second floor!" A woman who was closest to Tang Zheng and others walked over and deliberately twisted her body to let her breasts sway to attract attention.
Except for Tang Zheng, all the men looked away. The urban management and the vendors looked like they had taken advantage of the situation, staring at the prostitute's breasts.
"Brother, that one is so big!" An Ning snorted back the snot, secretly glanced at the prostitute's breasts, and shared his findings with An Ping.
"How's it going, little brother, are you interested?" The prostitute's vision was very accurate, and she could tell at a glance that Tang Zheng, who was walking at the front, was the leader, and he was well prepared. But when she saw that he was not interested in her, the smart prostitute immediately
I changed my target and headed towards the Anping Brothers.
Because of the gift of the Trojan horse, the survivors all learned Russian, so they can understand these words.
"Just four pieces of black bread and two bullets will do." The prostitute squatted down without any hesitation, first kissed An Ning, then hugged him, and squeezed his head into her plump vagina.
"Brother." An Ning Que was caught off guard and couldn't stand firm. He suddenly grabbed someone's chest. He was at a loss and asked his brother for help.
The urban management and the hawkers were envious. Although this Russian girl was a little dark, dirty, and mediocre in appearance, she was a genuine Ocean horse. When they thought that two bullets could be used to ride it, the two of them were tempted.
He reached into his pocket and touched the magazine, and immediately felt like a rich man.
"Actually, this wasteland world is not bad." The city manager and the vendor looked at each other and actually reached a tacit understanding.
"Go away." When Sholokhov saw the prostitute entangled An Ning, he immediately walked out, picked up the SVD with both hands, and hit her on the shoulder with the butt of his gun.
"If you want to vent, it's best to find prostitutes you know well, otherwise be careful of them wiping your neck when you sleep." Old Paul looked at the smiling faces of the urban management and hawkers, and said, "Otherwise, the magazine the leader gave you will become
Someone else’s trophy.”
"Two hundred meters east from here, there is a black iron bar. I know the strippers there. They are beautiful, have good skin, and can get 10% off." Old Paul turned into a pimp again and started soliciting business.
The urban management officials and vendors had never experienced such treatment in real life. They immediately felt a little carried away and felt that they were uncles. They snorted to express their understanding.
"Forget it, how can you still work if you destroy her appearance?" Tang Zheng took out a magazine from his backpack with his backhand, ejected four 5.45mm bullets, and threw them to the smashed prostitute who was sitting on the ground begging for mercy.
"Thank you." The prostitute was grateful and didn't dare to pester her anymore and left in a hurry.
"What did you do with the bullets? It's such a waste." The city manager yelled, thinking that Tang Zheng was a fool and he should at least touch him.
Tang Zheng ignored him, turned back to the newcomers, and asked, "It's time to discuss it now. What are you going to do?"
