Wasteland Code Survival

Chapter 399 Box
Wia Trading Co., Ltd., which is the big yard of the Red Shirt Gang, is full of people wrapped in red cloth strips busy back and forth—of course, the business that is on the surface will naturally not be related to drugs and arms. Taking into account the relationship, most of the boxes that are transported in and out by forklifts are marked with vitamin tablets, antibiotics and the like.

Those lower-level gang members of the Red Shirt Gang would stop when they saw Li Shuo, and respectfully call out "Brother Li"-Li Shuoming's identity on the surface was the sales manager of "Wiya Trading Co., Ltd." Inside the shirt gang, there is a middle-level cadre in charge of gray business.

Bypassing an open space where many containers were stacked, Li Shuo led Qi Lin to a well-guarded warehouse.

This warehouse is as high as two floors and covers an area of ​​one to two thousand square meters. There are two armed gang members patrolling back and forth at the door.

"Brother Li... Hey, who is this buddy? Does he have a strange face?" One of the gang members saw Li Shuo approaching and took the initiative to say hello, but when he saw Qi Lin who was following Li Shuo At that moment, he suddenly grasped the severely worn 81-bar rifle in his hand.

"Haha, this is my new recruit, Xiao Wang." Li Shuo laughed, then smoked a cigarette and handed it to the helper guarding the warehouse.

The gang member took the cigarettes, but still had a troubled look on his face: "Brother Li, you also know that the gang leader said that outsiders from this warehouse are not allowed to approach, you are making things difficult for the brothers. .”

"Haha, what an outsider, Xiao Wang is also a brother in the gang, how can he be considered an outsider!"

"Brother Li can't say that. You know, new members have a probation period now, and they have to slowly get mixed up from the outside. Besides, especially during this period, the leader has specially ordered that idlers are not allowed to wait." Come here……"

Before the warehouse guard could speak halfway, Li Shuo leaned over, whispered a few words in his ear, and then stuffed something into the other's palm, and the gang just looked at Qi Lin, He nodded with great reluctance and said, "Okay, Brother Li, you can take him in, but you can only stay in there for 10 minutes at most, and once the 10 minutes are up, you have to come out immediately, otherwise if someone above finds out , we will all be punished."

"Okay, I got it, I got it, this time I will trouble my brother."

Li Shuo patted the warehouse guard on the shoulder with a smile, then Qi Lin winked, and the two followed the warehouse guard to the huge warehouse.

The six-meter-high metal gate of the warehouse was tightly closed. This is the passageway used for the entry and exit of forklift trucks. The guard led the two people to the small gate on the side, looked around vigilantly, and then He took out a key from his pocket, opened the door, and said to the two, "Brother Li, go in quickly, and I will open the door after 10 minutes."

"Okay, no problem, I'll treat you to a drink next time!" Li Shuo and Qi Lin had just entered the warehouse, and with a bang, the guard closed the small door from the outside.

"Boss Wang, we don't have much time—come with me—all the shotguns on the right-hand shelf are worth [-] to [-] points. , slugs can be used.”

Li Shuo led Qi Lin all the way to the long row of shelves, took a look, and picked out a well-made double-barreled shotgun from the shelf.

"Look at this one. The style of the Winchester M1887 also uses the lever burst operation mode. There was a famous old movie before, "Terminator" Boss Wang, you should have seen it? The one in it is called Shi or something. That's the gun you're using, brat."

"Schwarzenegger." Qi Lin said.

"Yes, yes, that's Schwarzenegger. Don't look at this gun as an imitation, but it's a master craftsman who made this gun. Look at the receiver, it's all cut out with a lathe, and this wood... ..." Li Shuo spitting and bragging about the imitation M1887 in his hand.

In Qi Lin's opinion, this M1887 is indeed a relatively good self-made weapon in appearance, at least compared to those earth-made shotguns on the waste soil that are welded with rusty steel pipes and angle irons and wrapped in rags. Guns are much better.

However, this gun has a fatal flaw—that is, the wall of the barrel is too thin, and its strength is not up to standard at all.

Generally, one-time forming precision seamless steel pipe is used to make the barrel. However, the barrel of this imitation Winchester M1887 is obviously a hollow welded steel pipe rolled from steel plate. Although the surface has been polished, it is The weld seam is still very obvious.

If this low-strength welded steel pipe is used as the barrel, there may be a danger of blasting the chamber after only a few shots.

Among other things, the ordinary-looking, huge-caliber, earth-made shotgun that can only fire iron sand on the shelf next to it is stronger than this flower shelf M1887. At least the barrel of that gun is from a It is cut from the frame of the bicycle instead of being rolled from a steel plate less than two millimeters thick.

"Let me take a look again. Anyway, there is still more time. 10 minutes is enough for us to look at several guns."

Qi Lin walked to the shelf while talking, but the corner of his eye was constantly looking at every corner of the warehouse.

The warehouse is very large, and there are many things stacked in it, but a few huge wooden boxes covered with canvas in the northwest corner caught Qi Lin's attention.

There is no other reason, a corner of a box is exposed from under the canvas, and there is an emblem painted on it with black ink. Although it was scratched with something, Qi Lin can still vaguely distinguish it. A skull pattern.

It should be those boxes!
Qi Lin pretended to look at a few homemade shotguns, then deliberately showed a dissatisfied expression, and said to Li Shuo: "I don't like these guns very much. Since they are all here, Boss Li asked me to Let's see if there are any other goods—hey, by the way, what are those boxes containing, are they also guns?"

As Qi Lin said, ignoring Li Shuo's reaction, he walked towards the big boxes on his own.

"Wait! Boss Wang, wait a minute! You can't touch the things over there, that's—"

Before Li Shuo finished speaking, Qi Lin turned his head suddenly, showed him a strange smile, then suddenly turned behind Li Shuo, and slashed heavily on the back of Li Shuo's head with a hand knife.

Li Shuo's body softened, and he fell down immediately. Qi Lin quickly caught him, and then gently put him on the ground.

Qi Lin controlled the force of this hand knife quite precisely, and he would wake up on his own within an hour or two at most.

After Li Shuo was brought down, Qi Lin immediately took out his camera, ran to the big boxes, and took a few photos of the skull emblem on the boxes.

Then, Qi Lin put the camera aside, lifted the canvas, and pushed away one of the large wooden boxes nearly one person tall——

The wooden box was filled with broken plastic foam. Qi Lin pushed the plastic foam away, and the things underneath were immediately exposed.

Dozens of 47-type submachine guns imitated from the AK56 assault rifle were neatly stacked in the box. Qi Lin took one out and looked at it. inferior goods produced there.

And at the end of the gun stock, there is a small skull emblem.

(End of this chapter)