Wasteland Code Survival

Chapter 52 The Lair
After last night's battle, although Qi Lin now has all the weapons on hand, his plan to go to that university has not changed.

Among the trophies of yesterday, the most common weapons were sabers and assault rifles. These two things can only stare at the thick armor of Chiryu-[-], and want to really hurt tin cans like power armor. , or use large-caliber anti-materiel weapons, or explosives with sufficient equivalent.

There are a few grenades on those hunters, but the number is too small. Even if they are bundled together, the power can only blow a small dent in the armor of the Chiryu VI, which is still a little far away from breaking the armor.

"If only there were explosives for those men in black to ambush the hunters." Qi Lin sighed.

Last night, he was startled by the huge explosion. Judging from the large crater created by the explosion, the high explosives buried in the ground to blow people up have at least the equivalent power of tens of kilograms of TNT.

If these explosives exploded within five meters of Chilong-[-], it would definitely be good enough for the people in the power armor.

It's a pity that those men in black seemed to only carry so much explosives. Besides, Qi Lin didn't find any traces of explosives on them.

However, the power of explosives made with flammable and explosive chemicals such as nitroglycerin will not be much lower. In the old days, some overseas terrorists often made such things. A bottle of earthenware disguised as a drink The amount of liquid explosives is no more than [-] milliliters. Once it is detonated on a vehicle such as a bus, there will not be a few survivors in the entire vehicle.

Qi Lin's current location is not far from that university, and due to the sharp drop in the number of surviving players, the density of players distributed in the competition area has also dropped significantly. Qi Lin walked for half a morning, but there was no meet any player.

It's almost noon now, and Qi Lin, who had only eaten two compressed biscuits for breakfast, couldn't help but feel his stomach begin to protest slightly. It turned out that his satiety had dropped below [-] points.

After finding a fairly clean house, Qi Lin took out a can of luncheon meat, pried it open with a dagger, and then dug a large piece into his mouth.

The luncheon meat is very salty, very greasy, and the content of starch is also very high. You can hardly taste the original taste of pork.

This should be the military rations allocated to Class B troops in the old days, and it is a second-class supply.

At the end of the war, most of the supplies were transported to underground shelters for storage, and due to the massive depreciation of banknotes, the price of canned pork that cost more than ten yuan in a peaceful era soared to three or four hundred in an instant. The price of fresh fruits and vegetables has risen even higher.

Of course, this price is not shocking compared to when the resource points were implemented in the refuge and the coins were completely discarded.

After all, if people know that all the money in their hands will be turned into waste paper in a few months, the price of these things will increase tenfold, and people will rush to buy them.

The promotion of the resource point system suddenly turned more than 90.00% of the people in the shelter into proletarians. At that time, it really felt like returning to the "planned economy" era in the early days of the founding of China.

Fortunately, human beings are really a creature with strong adaptability... In the eyes of many people, the synthetic food that can only be used as pig feed has now become a refuge for most people to survive. The staple food, and even many people eat this white paste-like thing in many different ways...

The canned meat that Qi Lin eats now has become an unattainable delicacy for many shelter residents.

Because he can make his own firearms, Qi Lin has not been living in a very tight situation in the past three years... and those who are really incompetent and unwilling to do hard work can only rely on the little money given out by the sanctuary's brain every day Subsistence allowances—the so-called minimum guarantees can only guarantee the minimum that a person "will not starve to death".

The food calories that can be exchanged for those subsistence allowance resource points can only maintain the minimum consumption of an ordinary person's body for a day, and many people are so hungry that they don't even have the energy to stand up and walk a few steps.

The saddest thing is that when these people are finally willing to do those dirty and tiring jobs, they will find out in despair that due to long-term hunger and malnutrition, they can no longer even lift a mining hoe.

If things go on like this, it will only form a vicious circle... People like this who can only lie down and wait to die account for nearly one-fifth of the residents in the slums.

Most of the remaining people will still look for some profitable jobs in order to make a living. Although life is difficult, at least they can maintain it.

The only things that have not changed much in value in the old and the new are the precious metals.

The consortiums and families in the wealthy areas, in addition to storing a large amount of living resources, the only thing that can support them to continue to prosper in the underground world is the ton after ton of gold that is packed in safes and transported underground by heavy private armed forces up.

And those banknotes, passbooks held by ordinary people, and even the stocks and bonds that were "sold at a low price" by the rich in the last period of the war, have really become a pile of waste paper, or it is too hard to use it to go to the toilet kind of.

The saying "Store antiques in prosperous times, and buy gold in troubled times" is absolutely true.

As a precious metal with rare output, gold is not only used for the single purpose of making jewelry. In industry, the demand for gold is a terrible figure. Among other things, just making so many internal components of the game cabin The gold needed is an astronomical figure.

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Qi Lin took out the whole can of luncheon meat three times, five times and two times. He didn't even spare a little bit of minced meat and pork on the inner wall of the can. He scraped all of them off with a dagger, and then threw the empty can aside.At this time, several bloodthirsty rats who had been peeping in the dark for a long time all came out at once, scrambling for the empty can that was still a little greasy.

Qi Lin found that since he killed countless ordinary bloodthirsty rats and a special cold-resistant species that night, he would invisibly exude an aura of suppression against this low-level mutant creature, making ordinary people Bloodthirsty rats will never take the initiative to attack themselves.

This is also good, a lot of time, can save a lot of time and energy - bugs and mice are powerful, but annoying enough.

After replenishing the food, Qi Lin picked up the AR rifle that was set aside and installed a high-power scope, and started to move towards the university not far away.

His footsteps were a little fast and hasty, but even so, there was still no sound, and the whole person was like a silent ghost, quickly walking through the deserted streets and alleys.

What Qi Lin can think of, others may not be able to think of it. Perhaps the various reagents in the university's chemistry laboratory have been preempted by other players. If that is the case, Qi Lin will have to make other plans early.

……

Five minutes later, standing in front of this old university, Qi Lin felt a little hesitation in his heart.

It's not that this place has been searched by other people, on the contrary, Qi Lin can be sure that no other players have gone in to investigate this university.

The entire university, as well as the adjacent blocks, were filled with a faint stench, and the exteriors of the relatively well-preserved teaching and dormitory buildings were entwined with gray-white spider silk.

These spider threads are extremely corrosive and tenacious. Even hard masonry has been cut into several centimeters deep. Qi Lin has no doubt that in a few years, these buildings will never be seen again. Instead of showing its original appearance, it was completely transformed into several huge cocoon-shaped nests.

Yes... the lair, with a perception attribute as high as 12 points, clearly tells Qi Lin the message of "danger", and now the mutant creature that can make Qi Lin feel "dangerous" is at least at the same level as a second-level evolutionary E-level boss...

(End of this chapter)