After eating, Qi Lin came to the underground black market of Vault 187 as usual.

I don't know how long this rebellion will last, Qi Lin must take advantage of the fact that there are still materials in the market now, and hoard as much as possible, anyway, for him, resource points are not a problem.

However, as soon as he walked into the underground black market, Qi Lin's heart chuckled, he had been immersed in the game for the past few days, but he didn't expect that the situation outside had reached such a serious point......

At least two-thirds of the stores on the black market are closed, while the remaining one-third are still open, but Yemen has few items on the shelves.

There is only one word to describe this scene: depression.

Seeing that the stall selling firearm parts that he used to trade was still open, Qi Lin immediately walked over and said hello: "Boss, how is the business these days?" ”

"What else, you have also seen it, I estimate that I will close the stall in advance today, whether I will come tomorrow or not?"

"Hah, not really, right? This stuff is good, how many points? Qi Lin smiled and picked out a 7.62mm barrel from the stall, this barrel is well maintained, almost no wear, and the length is also easy to intercept and modify, it is a good general standard part.

"220 points." The boss glanced at it casually and said, "Your eyes are still so poisonous, this is the goods that just came from next door yesterday." ”

220 points, although this barrel is really good, but the price is almost twice as much as before.

"So expensive?" Qi Lin frowned.

"I can't help it, although there is no shortage of goods, but there are fewer buyers, and the price of those who sell grain has risen again, so I can only follow the rise." The boss sighed, took out half of the cigarette holder from his pocket, lit it with a fire sickle, took a puff with a look of enjoyment, and then patted Qi Lin's shoulder: "Our brothers are also old acquaintances, brother, you just listen to my advice, don't do any guns now, you can't sell them at all, there are people dying next door every day, and now there are many more guns than people......"

More guns than people?

Although the boss didn't say this directly, Qi Lin immediately estimated the fierceness of the battle in Vault 188.

Vault 187 originally had an army of 400 men, and if the individual equipment was calculated as a set, each vault could have three times the number of armed standing troops, that is, 1,200 men.

But in the past few days, whether it is forced conscription or voluntary, the number of new soldiers is at least more than 2,000, and even if a small number of recruits with their own equipment are counted, the inventory will definitely not be able to meet so many recruits.

At least a few hundred people need to buy some guns from the scattered people in the shelters, or simply carry a stick to the battlefield.

But now, Qi Lin actually heard that there were more guns than people on the front line?!

Could it be that those recruits were consumed so quickly?

No wonder, along the way, whether it was a pit or a black market, Qi Lin felt that the number of residents had decreased a lot, and it seemed that they were either forcibly requisitioned, or they hid in their own residences and did not dare to come out.

The forced conscription order was announced shortly after the end of the Wasteland Survival Grand Prix, and Qi Lin also received the news that all residents of Vault 187 between the ages of 16 and 45 must be forced to enlist, or pay an "offset tax" of 500 resource points in order to be exempt from military service.

500 resource points is an astronomical amount of money for many slum players, and most of those who can't afford to pay the "offset tax" can only hide in their rooms, silently praying that the rebellion can be quelled before the conscription team knocks on their door.

"Thank you for the reminder." Qi Lin sighed, put down the barrel of the gun, and then with a casual stroke, he gave a thousand resource points to the boss who sold firearm parts for free.

Seeing the sudden extra amount of money in his account, the boss suddenly opened his eyes and said in disbelief: "Brother, brother, ...... are you?" ”

"Intelligence fees." Qi Lin smiled at the boss and got up to leave the stall.

There is no need to continue shopping in the black market, and now he is going to the trading market on the bright side, food, clean water, vitamins, storage batteries, and fuel are all necessary materials to survive in the shelter, and Qi Lin wants to hoard these materials as much as possible before they are out of stock.

……

Although the trading market was a little more lively than the black market, it was not much better, and the residents of the few shelters were picking and picking at the stalls with monotonous goods, and Qi Lin saw that the stalls were at most bags of synthetic food, as well as potatoes, pancakes, and black bread, and as for meat food, there was no trace of it at all.

As for a shop where Qi Lin often went to buy canned meat, the door was closed, and a tattered wooden sign hung outside, on which were written with the words "out of stock and closed" written in a large marker.

Qi Lin brought two hemp bags that could hold 100 kilograms of flour this time, and it took several times as many resources as before to fill these two sacks with various resources.

But this material is far from enough, if it weren't for Qi Lin's strength now that he can't carry more weight, he would even want to move the entire trading market back - those small shops in the shelter don't have door-to-door delivery services.

With Qi Lin's wave of procurement, the price of the trading market has been raised by several percentage points, and when Qi Lin walked out of the market, he already clearly felt a few more malicious eyes behind him.

Qi Lin was only one person, and he didn't carry a firearm, and he had purchased so many eye-catching materials, at this time, it was inevitable that some people would have the idea of taking risks.

"One, two, three, four, five, actually followed by five ......" Qi Lin carried two hemp bags on his back, and while walking, he carefully distinguished the footsteps behind him, and after the improvement of the body of the game cabin, Qi Lin's hearing was also much stronger than before.

Due to the rebellion, the number of soldiers and executors patrolling the shelter was also much smaller, and those who followed could have disguised Qi Lin as if he had suffocated in the tunnel if they were careful not to be seen by others - but they all ignored the obvious question: how much strength did a person who could carry two bags of more than two hundred kilograms of supplies and still walk with ease......

Finally, in a small pit where no one was around, Qi Lin stopped, and the five people behind also hurried up, two of them quickly walked around both sides of the tunnel, and then turned around, forming an encirclement towards Qi Lin.

"Boy, get acquainted, put down the things on your body, and then transfer the resources in the account to us, and we can let you go!" Directly in front of Qi Lin, a shirtless man with a crimson belt around his waist and muscles all over his body said viciously.

Through the breathing mask on the man's face, the sound seemed to be a few metal collisions, and he swept it with the corner of his eye, except for the guy who looked like the boss, the other four people all took out their weapons from their bodies: two people each held a steel pipe with a thick and thin arm's length, one person held a folding knife in his hand, and the last one was dragging a long chain lock, and each link on the chain was as thick as an adult's little thumb.

"Hurry up! Do as I say, save the flesh and skin! Seeing that Qi Lin didn't react, the boss was obviously a little impatient.