Finally, Qi Lin added a small section of Picatinny rails above the frame of the gun, and then installed a small set of mechanical sights.

Anyway, the farthest combat distance that Qi Lin defined for this pistol was only thirty to fifty meters, and the mechanical sights were completely sufficient.

Then, Qi Lin made a quick-draw holster out of a piece of artificial leather and a few rivets, and hung it under his ribs.

As soon as the holster was finished, the airtight door of the residence was opened, and Song Xiaodie's petite body flashed in nimbly, and then turned around to close the airtight door.

"How's it going, did you find the charging cable?" Qi Lin inserted the revolver into the holster and stood up.

Song Xiaodie shook her head, then took off the breathing mask on her face, "No, I didn't even find the charging cable of the new smartphone, I didn't expect this kind of old era to be everywhere now so rare." ”

"Then I'll think of another way......"

"However, I found this!" The depressed look on Song Xiaodie's face suddenly swept away, and she grimaced at Qi Lin, then jumped briskly in front of Qi Lin and took out a black nylon bag from her shoulder bag.

"What is this?"

Qi Lin took the nylon bag with some doubts, and as soon as he got his hands on it, he knew what it contained.

"Camera!"

Qi Lin quickly opened the nylon bag, only to see an old-fashioned point-and-shoot camera lying inside, with an unopened roll of film on the side.

Qi Lin picked up this roll of film and looked at it, this is a roll of photographic film produced before the war, five or six years have passed since now, although the imaging clarity and so on will definitely be impressed, but this is already the latest film that can be found.

Anyway, as long as you can see what is in the captured image, it is enough.

Qi Lin loaded the film into the camera, then found dozens of 9mm pistol bullets and put them in his pocket, and was about to go out, but at this time, Song Xiaodie suddenly grabbed the corner of Qi Lin's clothes.

"Can I ...... Coming with you? ”

Song Xiaodie asked tentatively, a faint trace of worry in the depths of her eyes.

"You stay at home, I'll just be alone, anyway, it's just to take a few pictures, nothing will happen, even if those people find out, they won't be able to catch me."

Qi Lin thought about it, but still refused Song Xiaodie's request.

It's not that she thinks Song Xiaodie is cumbersome, but in terms of combat effectiveness alone, Song Xiaodie may be much stronger than many strong men in the Red Shirt Gang. The key is that Song Xiaodie is too beautiful, she belongs to the type that will instantly attract other people's eyes at a glance, if you want to take such a dazzling beauty, then you don't need to sneak in, it is better to go directly to the Red Shirt Gang from the main entrance.

"What about you...... Be sure to come back safely. Song Xiaodie didn't say much, just nodded obediently and let go of the corner of Qi Lin's clothes.

I don't know why, Qi Lin suddenly had a mischievous thought in his heart, grabbed Song Xiaodie's shoulders, and then rubbed his hands vigorously on the girl's little head, kneading the girl's originally smooth long hair into a mess.

However, Song Xiaodie did not resist, but instead stretched out her slender arms, hugged Qi Lin's waist tightly, and then put her head on Qi Lin's chest.

This action lasted for more than ten seconds before Song Xiaodie let go of Qi Lin, took two steps back, and took out a small and delicate folding knife from his pocket and stuffed it into Qi Lin's hand.

"I bought it with the money I earned, and I originally wanted to give it to you as a birthday present, but I'd give it to you now, maybe you can use it." Song Xiaodie whispered, a faint flush on her white cheeks.

Qi Lin remembered that it seemed that in two days, it would be his birthday - in fact, he didn't know what day his birthday was, but he regarded the day he killed the first person as his birthday, and he had mentioned this matter when he was chatting with Xiao Lei, and he didn't know when Xiao Lei told Song Xiaodie.

Qi Lin opened the folding knife and saw that the terrifying cold light flashed from the blade, and looking up along the blade, it was the wavy texture left by the process of covering the soil and burning the blade, and as for the handle of the knife, there were two pieces of dark brown black walnut.

Obviously, this is a good knife made by hand, not the kind of road goods produced in the factory assembly line.

"I love this knife, thank you for the gift." Qi Lin said with a smile, put the folding knife close to his body, and turned around to open the airtight door of the residence.

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The Red Shirts are the number one underground gang in Vault 187, and although most of its members are active in the slums of Vault, the gang's headquarters are located in the most prosperous part of the Middle District.

The Red Shirts' headquarters has four soccer field-sized courtyards and a six-story building — the tallest building in the middle of the vault with a dome height of only 80 meters.

Of course, although most people know that this is the headquarters of the Red Shirts, it is impossible for the Red Shirts to call themselves gangsters in the open, and in the official archives, the Red Shirts also have a well-named official name - "Weiya Trading Co., Ltd." ”

This large courtyard, as well as the six-story building, are all the property of Weiya Trading Co., Ltd., but everyone who goes in and out of it has a red strip of cloth wrapped around their arms without exception.

Depending on the strip of red cloth wrapped around his arm, it can be seen at a glance how high the status of the gang members is within the Red Shirts - like those thugs and thugs who are in the slums, their arms are wrapped around a dirty and torn strip of red cloth, as if they were picking a red shirt from the garbage heap and tearing it off, while at the headquarters of the Red Shirts, gang members of this level can only wander around the perimeter of the courtyard.

In addition to these thugs, the members of the higher ranks, the red strips of cloth on their arms have been replaced with red armbands, and the texture and grade of their clothes are much better than those of the lowest guys.

As for those who were able to enter the six-story building, they were all core members of the Red Shirts, most of them wore bright red uniforms, and on the back of the clothes were printed the "Weiya Trading Co., Ltd.", which is also the emblem of the Red Shirts, a coiled Huaxia dragon, and two crossed short swords.

Qi Lin sat on the second floor of a small restaurant across the street from the Red Shirt headquarters, condescendingly observing the courtyard of the Red Shirt station, the Red Shirt gang he killed before only said that the weapons and gold bars were stored in the warehouse of the headquarters, but where the warehouse was, Qi Lin did not know anything about it.