The bright white beams of LED flashlights swaying around, the gray cement walls, the splattering of bright red blood, and the scurrying fat radiated rats and corpses formed a cruel picture of the doomsday.
This group of radioactive rats actually grew into a size comparable to that of an adult hunting dog, and moved extremely quickly, swarming over like a tide. They evolved sharp fangs and claws, and could pounce and bite like hunting dogs.
And with their huge numbers, they dare to attack any wild beast.
The survivors retreated subconsciously, their footsteps disorderly, and the intensive gunshots reflected through the sewer pipes, as if ringing in their ears, and the roar almost tore their eardrums.
"So many?" Lu Fan was startled, and quickly pulled out the safety pin and threw the grenade out.
Boom, because the radiation rats were too crowded, the limbs of seven or eight were immediately blown to pieces and scattered on the wall.
Smelling the smell of blood, the radiation rats became even more crazy.
"Run away, there are more than a thousand radioactive rats, you can't beat them." As soon as Old Paul saw these guys, he immediately turned around and ran away, shouting, "They will be eaten."
But except for the panicked newcomers, none of the conquerors retreated because Tang Zheng did not retreat.
Suddenly, the Roaring God of Death in Qin Yan's hand spit out tongues of fire, forming a barrage. As the shells were ejected, the bullets dragged their dark red tails and hit the swarm of radiation rats, instantly sweeping out the flesh and blood passage.
"Shang Wu, Meiqin, and Qin Yan are responsible for strafing the rats when they change their ammunition belts. Lu Fan, throw grenades behind you." Tang Zheng calmly killed the radioactive rats that had been lucky enough to escape the barrage, and gave the order.
"Lao Gao, Xiao Du, come behind me and shoot. I will make up for you as many bullets as you want."
Although it is a circular passage, there is no problem in arranging two rows of people.
"Thank you." Lao Gao didn't show any pretense and ran over with the original Bayi bar. Then he glanced at the ak74m in Tang Zheng's hand and said with a smile, "The black ak is quite cool, but it is more comfortable to use domestic products.
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A grey-looking broken 8-1 stick turned out to be a mess in Gao Wei's hands. Probably because the post had scarce supplies and was used to being frugal, Gao Wei only fired a single shot, but every shot was sure to hit.
"I want to play too." Seeing Tang Zheng and others suppressing the swarm of radioactive rats, Gao Yu felt itchy. He raised his m200 sniper rifle and searched for the target through the optical sight, but his reaction was not fast enough.
Every time I locked onto a target, I was blown away by someone else.
"Look at me." Liu Heng held the Type 03 rifle, deliberately stood in front of the female model, struck a pose he thought was cool, and started shooting.
"Be careful not to hit us." Pang Meiqin glanced back, worried about the shooting skills of these two people.
"You guys..." Old Paul kept his running posture and froze, watching the swarm of radioactive rats that had devoured many residents of the wasteland being brutally killed. While he felt a burst of relief, he also felt sorry for these wanderers.
Destroyed bullets and grenades.
"What a waste." Sholokhov was full of envy, jealousy, and almost swallowed his saliva with his tongue.
Tang Zheng pressed the magazine to release the jammed gun, and when it fell to the ground, the new magazine had been reset, and the muzzle flash continued to flash in everyone's eyes.
Seeing that the situation was under control, the newcomers calmed down. They all blocked their ears and looked at the battlefield. The smell of blood and gunpowder smoke drifted over, irritating their noses and throats, making them feel like vomiting.
Three minutes later, the swarm of irradiated rats left more than 400 corpses and retreated like a tide.
"Is it that simple?" Liu Heng blew on the hot barrel, feeling a little regretful, "Such a good target, let's try some more."
"Easy? Even if an adventure team of twenty people saw such a huge swarm of radioactive rats, they would have no choice but to run for their lives. Not to mention their number and combat effectiveness, who in the world would have so much ammunition to consume? You just destroyed them.
I can buy enough food for half a year." Little Paul couldn't understand Liu Heng's attitude and said no, but he was quickly slapped by his father.
"Rat meat is cheap, and it's not worth consuming ammunition." Sholokhov glanced at the corpses and said, "If there are too many, you won't be able to sell them."
"Why? I'm going to exterminate the rats? Twenty pounds of meat for one bottle cap, how come there are hundreds of these corpses?" Lu Fan didn't feel bad about the grenades, she still had many more.
"Poor people only eat rat meat, but they can catch it themselves, and a bottle cap is also a huge wealth to them. They will definitely buy more useful supplies." Old Paul sighed, "Twenty pounds of meat.
The price of a bottle cap was more than ten years ago, so I let you run away. This is simply a loss-making business."
"It turns out it's not that the market can't digest it, it's that there is no market at all." Lu Fan complained, "Why didn't you make it clear earlier?"
"Hurry up and leave. You still have to rent a place. When it gets dark, the first two floors of the gathering place will be completely dark. Nothing can be done." Old Paul rubbed his hands, pulled out a dagger, and squatted under a radioactive
Next to the mouse, he quickly disembowelled it and cut off the parts that had the least amount of radiation and were the most delicious.
"Little Paul, you just said that the body belongs to us. It turns out you were being cunning." Pang Meiqin stared at him, feeling sorry for the thunderstorm bullet that had been shot away.
"No, don't you want to eat?" Little Paul will not be stumped by such accusations. Lying is a basic ability of wasteland residents.
"Everyone, help gather the corpses, Fanfan, put them up." After Tang Zheng finished speaking, he took Old Paul and others to the corner in front to wait. He didn't want to reveal the secret of the space props, otherwise the wastelanders would go crazy for their lives.
Grab it.
"We can also help." Old Paul smiled and chatted, "It's not far."
"If you hadn't taken the long way around, we would have arrived long ago."
The three Wastelanders had stern expressions on their faces, and when they were about to explain, Tang Zheng waved his hand to stop them, "We are wearing the military coats of the Iron Council soldiers, will we cause trouble?"
"You're worrying too much. It's very common for soldiers to have unlucky supplies." Old Paul wiped his cold sweat and felt that he had better be honest. This guy is not easy to fool.
"Our clothes and firearms are relatively new, is there any problem?" If it weren't for the concern about radiation, Tang Zheng would have wanted everyone to smear their faces.
"No problem, the third floor of the gathering place is where the upper class people live. Not only is the environment good, but it also has street lights, bars and various facilities." Old Paul warned with an envious tone, "But there are not a thousand bottles.
The assets that have been built cannot be entered."
"It seems that the robbery is all done with one vote." Tang Zheng didn't mind playing a robbery game. Anyway, he was a Russian, so he had no pressure, but he quickly rejected the proposal and asked, "No one will keep the bottle caps, right?"
?They should all be replaced with supplies and used to recruit subordinates?"
"Of course, guns, subordinates, food and water, these are the most important things. If you don't spend the bottle caps as soon as possible, they will be robbed sooner or later."
The residents of the wasteland were not stupid, so they caused a lot of trouble for Tang Zheng and others to collect bottle caps. This stuff had been circulating and was scattered in the hands of nine people in the gathering place.
"How many people were there in the three gathering places you went to?"
"Is it more than 400,000?" Old Paul was not sure. "The population has increased a lot in recent years, but there are also many deaths."
"Who are the people on the other floors?" Ying Shangwu led everyone to follow, and Tang Zheng signaled to continue moving forward.
"The first floor is full of poor people who can't even eat, sick people, abandoned old people and children. Simply put, they are people waiting to die, so it is the messiest there. The second floor is the residence of ordinary residents.
It accounts for about 70% of the population in the gathering place. There are police from the Iron Council to maintain law and order, but it is not much better. By the way, it is okay to kill people casually, but if you are caught by the police, you have to wait to pay a huge fine. "Old man.
Paul took a breath, because he had entered familiar terrain and was no longer afraid of attacks, and his voice became louder.
"The third floor is where various armed groups are stationed. Most men want to join, but the leaders are not stupid and only choose the best subordinates." Old Paul took off his gas mask, spit, and said
, "However, their work is also very dangerous. Every once in a while, they have to go out to explore the outside world and look for supplies. After all, the leader does not support them in vain."
"Do you want to join them? For outsiders, seeking shelter is the best way to settle down, otherwise the local snakes will definitely bully you." Little Paul was thinking about them.
"Idiot, how can a leader rely on others?" After scolding his son and complimenting Tang Zheng, Old Paul continued to introduce, "The fourth floor is where the Steel Council is stationed, and the fifth floor is where they store supplies.
All are under martial law. If you enter without permission, you will be beaten to death."
"Because life cannot be lived on the surface, the underground of Moscow has been dug in all directions. There are still some people living in caves alone, trying to keep themselves safe." Sholokhov pointed to the top, "Maybe someone is eavesdropping above.
Our conversation.”
"What is the most profitable business in the gathering place?" Pang Meiqin was really not used to this dirty environment and wanted to complete the task and leave the game as soon as possible.
"If you live here for two years, you will definitely go crazy." Xu Biyun groped every part of the firearm, trying to get familiar with it as quickly as possible.
"Let's live for a week before we talk." Zhang Bingcheng interrupted, feeling very worried and thinking that he should talk to Tang Zheng and win over a few allies.
"If you want to get rich, go out and scavenge, but the mortality rate is the highest. As for doing business, don't even think about it. You don't have the supplies, so I can't do it here. The most valuable things are still the same, drugs, alcohol, high-end food, and beauty.
Women." Old Paul reminded kindly, "You are new here, so it is best to work together with others, but be careful not to be shot in the dark."
After walking along a 30-degree slope for 200 meters, after turning a corner, Old Paul pointed to the entrance of a cave. From here, climb up ten meters to reach the gathering place.
"Hey, Old Paul, business is good, why don't you introduce it to us?"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the three wasteland residents suddenly changed and they picked up their weapons.