"......" looked at the attributes of the ring, and Qi Lin was silent for a long time. &乐&文&{}. {l} {xs520}. If Qi Lin had found the ring first, maybe the carload wouldn't have died.

However, Qi Lin was not an indecisive person, and after sighing, he dragged all the corpses on the ground to the truck, and then pulled them away from the side of the road, and threw them all into an inconspicuous depression - when the corpses were refreshed an hour later, there was no trace.

After disposing of the corpse, Qi Lin put the ring on the little finger of his left hand, and then launched it directly

"Disguise" and

"Hidden" - seeing that an imperceptible glimmer seemed to flash on the ring, Qi Lin felt that his face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of things, and his ID was also from

"9527" turned out to be a very inconspicuous one

“5699703”。 Through the rearview mirror on the truck, Qi Lin found that his face shape had changed from the original delicate shape to a tough Chinese face, his double eyelids had become single eyelids, his complexion had become more and more sallow, and a circle of hard short beards had grown on his lips.

Reaching out and touching it, the texture of the beard was very real, Qi Lin tried to pull it again, and found that the beard seemed to be growing on his face, not only could not be torn off, but it would also bring pain to Qi Lin.

"Tsk, I didn't expect a white-robed priest to have this kind of good thing, and it just happened to appear when it was most needed, I'm afraid it didn't overdraw all the character...... "...... It seems to have become a rule to fight first before entering the city, but this time, Qi Lin's harvest is far greater than when he bullied Los Angeles Feng at the gate of Thunder City...... It's just that compared to the Los Angeles wind, the mutual aid association is also more difficult to provoke.

At the very least, in Thunder City, Los Angeles Feng didn't dare to make a move on himself, and now, as long as Qi Lin dared to reveal his identity in the City of Steel, it was estimated that he didn't need those Templars to make a move, and those fanatical players would be able to pile themselves to death with a sea of people.

The truck couldn't be driven, and the power armor was too conspicuous, so Qi Lin could only find a place in the field to hide these two things, and then used a few rags to wrap all the Gauss sniper rifles and PSG-1 guns, put on a backpack and walked in the direction of the steel city.

The Templars were still half an hour before they were resurrected, and at least for half an hour, the Mutual Aid players in the Iron City had no idea what was happening at the outpost.

As long as Qi Lin can seize this time to sneak into the city, plus the two skills of the Hidden Ring, then those players of the mutual aid club want to catch him, and it will be no less difficult than looking for a needle in a haystack.

…… After more than half an hour, Qi Lin finally came to the front of this steel city. I saw a mountain-like supercarrier, like a wedge, most of which was wedged into the port of the military port, and relying on this behemoth, all kinds of strange-shaped buildings rose from the ground, clinging to the sides of the ship, like a pile of oversized barnacles attached to it.

And the military port in the old era before it was no longer half of what the military port looked like, so I insisted on saying something like it...... Qi Lin felt that the outer urban area of this steel city was a bit from some old movies in the old era

The shadow of the "Kowloon Walled City". At the entrance of the Iron City, Qi Lin saw a number of Templars dressed in white robes maintaining order in the city, and those players seemed to be faintly divided into two groups, one of which, after a simple registration, was taken to a tent, and in front of the tent with the Libra emblem of the Mutual Aid Society, there were several large wooden barrels, and each player who was brought there could receive a black loaf of bread or two baked potatoes from the barrel.

The other group was not only denied food, but also had to pay a sum to the Templars

"City Entrance Fee", which can be a resource point, ammunition, food, or anything of value.

Qi Lin silently observed from a distance for five minutes, and then found a long line of players and followed silently.

If he guessed correctly, those who had food to receive should be players who were willing to join the mutual aid society, while those who had to pay the entrance fee were just the opposite.

The number of players in the two groups is about two to one, and there are many players who have joined the mutual aid association, all of them are the same as the group of people Qi Lin met on the road before, with ragged clothes, yellow faces and thin muscles, all of them look like beggars, and many of them immediately gobble up the food as soon as they got it.

The large barrels of food were quickly distributed, and it was not long before a small pickup truck drove out of the city, and several Templars, with the help of a group of Mutual Aid members, removed several more large wooden barrels from the car.

At this time, I don't know who took the lead, and the players who were waiting for the distribution of food immediately cheered: "Long live the Lord God!" Long live the archbishop! ”

"Long live the Lord God! Long live the archbishop! ”

"Long live the Lord God! Long live the archbishop! At this time, a kind fat priest jumped down from the co-pilot of the pickup truck, raised his fat palm, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then said in a loud voice: "As long as you join the mutual aid association, from now on, everyone will be a family, sharing blessings and difficulties...... Of course, we still need to thank the great Lord God, all these foods are given by the Lord God......" Watching the fat priest impassionedly preach in the increasingly hot gaze of a group of players, a word suddenly popped up in the head of Qi Lin, who was watching from a distance-

"Divine stick." ………… After more than an hour, the long queue on Qi Lin's side finally came to an end, and after the Templar asked Qi Lin if he was not willing to join the mutual aid association, his originally enthusiastic smile suddenly turned a lot colder, and said to Qi Lin in a routine tone: "Then you need to pay a city entrance fee, 30 resource points, or something of equivalent." ”

"So expensive?" Thirty resource points, this price is definitely not cheap, you must know that in the shelter, the kind of 200 grams of synthetic food, the exchange price is only 0.5 resource points, even in the game, thirty resources can, it is enough to exchange for fifteen high-quality 7.62mm bullets.

"If it's too expensive, don't go into the city, or join the mutual aid society - you guys who have no faith will never be able to understand the greatness of the Lord God-" Qi Lin pursed his lips, thought for a while, and then transferred his hand to the Templar with a hundred resource points, and then quietly leaned into the other party's ear, and whispered: "Brother, I would like to ask you something, this steel, ah no, where is the best information in the Holy City?" Seeing the amount of resource points that Qi Lin transferred to him, the Templar was stunned for a moment, but then, he immediately showed a knowing smile, and said in the same whisper: "Want to inquire about the news?" The Holy Light Bar in the Holy City is a good place to be—alright, alright, you go in, next—"

"The Holy Light Bar?" Qi Lin repeated the name, in this steel city, even places like bars, do they have to be contaminated with a little magic stick in their names to improve their compulsion?

Just when Qi Lin was about to find someone to ask him how to get to the Holy Light Bar, a guy who followed him into the city, dressed as a hunter and with some thief eyebrows, suddenly followed quickly, and showed Qi Lin a smile that he felt very obscene no matter how he looked at it.

"Hey, bro? Hunters? Did you also come to this holy city to make a fortune? ”