"What are the characteristics of those who send guns, ammunition and gold bars?"

"I...I don't know...I can't remember..."

"If you want to survive, it's better to think about it carefully." Qi Lin held up the dagger, and the sharp tip of the knife gently slashed the throat of the red shirt gangster.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!...I remember! I remember! Among those people, there were two people with skeleton tattoos on their chests, and one of them also had a sleeve embroidered with a skeleton pattern!"

Skeleton armband!

Qi Lin instantly remembered the rebels who intercepted Hans in the outer area of ​​the Black Tide... If only one person had a skeleton tattoo, it might be just a coincidence. The tattoo pattern of the skeleton was not an unpopular, but there were two people with skeleton tattoos on their bodies, and one with a skeleton armband. Qi Lin was almost 80% sure that these people who brought guns, ammunition and gold bars to the Red Shirt Help were the rebels of the Skeleton Legion!

The Skeleton Legion brought these things to the Red Shirt Gang, and the whole thing was very obvious... The "big business" mentioned by the leader of the Red Shirt Gang was obviously a rebellion!

"How many of those people are there, where did they come from, and how long have they been?" Qi Lin asked again.

"Six... no, seven. They quickly disappeared after they moved the boxes... I don't know where they came from... I don't know anything else... I have given you gold bars, gold bars, I've given you resources too. Can you let me go?"

The Red Shirt Gang members said stutteringly, obviously, he only knew so much about this.

Qi Lin put away the gold bars, then searched the other party's cigarette, food, lighter and other things, and then put one hand on the head of the red shirt gangster.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and then immediately guessed that Qi Lin did not intend to let him live, so he started to struggle with screaming.

"Click."

Qi Lin's subordinates used force and twisted the neck of the Red Shirt Gang, and the other party's body immediately fell down.

Dragging the corpse into a dark corner, Qi Lin first pulled off the black plastic bag, then took off the other party's clothes and pants, then picked up half of the brick on one side, and smashed it hard on the corpse's head for more than a dozen times.

Qi Lin is not short of this little money, and he has no intention of using this gold bar. If he takes it out and is seen directly, it may cause unnecessary trouble, but he cannot leave it to him. Otherwise, if the Red Shirt Gang finds the body and finds the gold bar, he will definitely be suspicious.

Now that everything on his body has been stripped naked and his head has been brutally smashed open. No matter how you look at it, it is a normal case of murder and robbery.

Even if the body is discovered, those people will only imagine the identity of the murderer as robbers or wanderers, and will not track down Qi Lin.

Throwing the bricks covered with brain and blood aside, Qi Lin walked out of the corner. At this moment, another Red Shirt Gang gang member finished the "things" and walked towards the place.

Qi Lin immediately stood quietly with his breath and shrank into a shadow. Although there were a few dim lights in this tunnel, it was precisely because of this that those places that were not exposed to the light seemed even darker.

"Hey, old dog, where did your grandson go to smoke?! Hey?! I've finished the work, we should go back! It's too late to go back, so I have to be scolded to death by Li Bald Head."

The Red Shirt Gang shouted while walking, but no one responded to him.

"Grassy horse! I won't tell me if I go back first, Damn, grandson!" The man shouted a few more times, and found that he was doing useless work at all. Then he cursed and walked towards the other direction. Obviously, he had already decided that his companion had left him and went back alone.

After this guy walked away, Qi Lin returned to the door of the self-service hotel along the same road.

I saw the woman lying on the ground, and a few little black beetles were crawling around the woman's disheveled body. After hearing the footsteps of Qi Lin, they crawled down from the woman and quickly penetrated into the depths of the dark tunnel.

The woman was dead. Judging from the bruises on her neck, she should have been strangled to death by the Red Shirt Gang member.

In fact, even if the Red Shirt Gang members don't kill her, she will die of hypoxia and suffocation or carbon dioxide poisoning.

The woman's clothes were torn into strips of rags, and her legs were spread out in an extremely indecent position. In addition to the liquid left by the red shirt gang members, there were also many dirty things flowing between the woman's legs. After the human brain died, the sphincter would lose control, so incontinence is a very normal phenomenon.

The foul smell was difficult to isolate even the filter in Qi Lin's breathing mask, but it was a rare meal for the insects and microorganisms living in the tunnel.

Qi Lin took a last look at the woman's face. Although this woman could be regarded as a beauty during her lifetime, her extremely painful and twisted face, as well as her long dragged tongue, made the face look particularly terrifying.

He sighed imperceptibly, and Qi Lin walked over to the corpse.

Qi Lin could not save her like she did when she saved Song Xiaodie. If she saved her, the news about the upcoming rebellion of the Red Shirt Gang might leak out. At that time, it would not only cause chaos inside the Shelter No. 187, but also may lead to the Red Shirt Gang launching a rebellion.

...

Thirty minutes later, Qi Lin returned to his residence. At this time, Song Xiaodie had woken up from the game cabin and was cooking a pot of stewed with canned food in a homemade aluminum pot.

"Are you back?" Seeing Qi Lin open the door and come in, Song Xiaodie raised her head and showed a clean smile.

Seeing Song Xiaodie's smile, Qi Lin, who was in a bad mood, felt a little warm for a moment. This simple small room with only a dozen square meters had an unknowingly smelled of "home".

In Qi Lin's memory, the part that never had a home, his childhood was completely spent in the chaotic country of war, where only employers, friendly forces and enemies...

Qi Lin shook his head gently, sealed the memories again, then changed into a serious expression, and said to Song Xiaodie in front of him:
Chapter completed!