Three hours have passed since Jiang Longjie killed his adjutant, but the situation has not only not improved at all, but is still deteriorating.

More than half of the executors were killed by the rebels before they could react to what was happening, and more than a third of Jiang Longjie's regular troops lost contact with the headquarters.

The ghetto has been completely occupied by the rebels, and two-thirds of the middle sector has fallen into the hands of the rebels - the rebels who have exchanged fire with the garrison of Vault 187 are not only the Red Shirts, but also a dozen other gangs, large and small, and a small but very strong Skeleton Legion force.

According to the information transmitted from the combat zone, the number of fighters on the rebel side was about 2,000 to 3,000, but the troops that Jiang Longjie could use now were only 300 people.

Of course, the security forces in the rich area plus private bodyguards can barely make up two or three hundred people, but those people are not suitable for Jiang Longjie to command.

"How many tunnels are connected to the other shelters?" Jiang Longjie asked.

"Report sir, there is one more in the middle area, and there is another one in the rich area!" The answer was a young soldier with the rank of second lieutenant, who was the new adjutant who had been temporarily promoted by Jiang Longjie twenty minutes earlier.

"Let the troops be supported by several nearby shelters...... Whatever they ask, say yes! ”

"That'...... What if they offered to take over Vault 187? The adjutant hesitated, but then asked.

"......" Jiang Longjie gritted his teeth, and finally sighed and said categorically, "Promise them too!" ”

The rebels in Vault 187 were no longer something Jiang Longjie could deal with, and he obviously underestimated the true strength of the rebels to fall into such a passive situation - thanks to the mysterious film, otherwise, he probably wouldn't even have had the opportunity to call for support.

Vault 187 is the capital that Jiang Longjie has painstakingly operated for many years, yes, but the premise of having capital is to live, and if you lose your life, there will be nothing.

Jiang Longjie understands this truth very well - if something is gone, it can be earned back, but when a person dies, there is no way to come back to life.

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Jiang Longjie and the Red Shirts were fighting hotly, but Qi Lin had already rushed back to his residence, and according to the original plan, he had to take advantage of the initial chaos to find a way to get out of Vault 187.

Back at her lodgings, Song was ready to go—she was wearing a fitted khaki "Archaeopteryx" jacket, carrying a sturdy nylon backpack with scabbards and pistol holsters wrapped around her legs, and the baseball bat that Qi Lin had given her in her hand.

Qi Lin's backpack Song Xiaodie had also helped him tidy up, in addition to weapons and ammunition, there were also some commonly used medicines, oxygen generators, and three days of food and water.

The two put on breathing masks, Qi Lin grabbed the double-barreled shotgun leaning against the door, pushed the two twelve-gauge deer bullets into loading, and walked out of the residence one after the other.

The ghetto has been overrun by the Red Shirts' rebels, but now that the Red Shirts are fighting with the regular troops of the Vault in the middle zone, the slums are peaceful.

Most of the power supply in the slum depends on a large generator set located in the core of the slum, I don't know whether this generator set was turned off by the rebels or blown up by the garrison, now the whole slum is plunged into darkness, all the lights in the tunnel are extinguished, fortunately, the electronic lock of the airtight door has a built-in battery, otherwise Qi Lin and they may not even be able to open the door of their residence.

"There's no one here, let's go." Qi Lin whispered, leading Song Xiaodie through the dark and narrow tunnels.

There were not many troops stationed in the slums, and there were no valuable targets worth protecting and fighting for, so the Redshirts didn't leave much manpower here, and along the way, Qi Lin didn't even run into a single rebel.

Vault 187 is connected to the outside world by a total of seven passageways, one of which is located in the rich area, four in the middle area, one on the edge of the slum, and the last one, which leads to the ground.

The passage to the ground could not be opened without the permission of the mastermind, so the target Qi Lin chose this time was the passage located on the edge of the slum.

This passage was newly excavated a year ago and leads to the adjacent middle area of Vault 188, through which most of the troops sent by Vault 187 had passed through the previous Vault 188 rebellion.

After advancing about 500 meters along the route in his memory, Qi Lin suddenly heard a noise in front of him, so he immediately stopped, and at the same time pressed his hand on the shoulder of Song Xiaodie, who was following behind him.

"Someone." Qi Lin turned his head and whispered, but his mouth accidentally hit Song Xiaodie's lips and wiped it over.

That soft feeling made Qi Lin's heart move slightly, and Song Xiaodie's face quickly rose a flush, but at this time, neither of them made any sound.

Qi Lin handed the double-barreled shotgun he was holding to Song Xiaodie's hand, patted Song Xiaodie's shoulder and motioned for her to stand still, then pulled out a steel bar with a sharpened front end, bent down and touched it forward......

It was two Red Shirt rebels, wearing the kind of miner's helmet with a flashlight on their heads, one carrying a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle with a bayonet on it, and the other holding a homemade mace with some fresh minced meat on top of the nail at the end of the mallet.

The two of them were facing the direction where Qi Lin was, and Qi Lin naturally wouldn't be polite to them, so he rushed behind the two of them in three steps and two steps, raised the steel bar in his hand, and stabbed directly at the neck of the red-shirted rebel who was carrying 56 and a half-

With a "poof", the steel bar directly penetrated the unlucky man's neck, and the sharp front end stabbed out of his throat, Qi Lin raised his foot and kicked him in the back, pulling the steel bar out.

A gushing of blood immediately shot out of the wound, and the man stumbled forward a few steps before falling to the ground, his body still twitching, and it was only then that the other Redshirt rebel holding the macehead realized what had happened.

The man immediately let out a strange scream, raised the mallet and smashed it down on Qi Lin's head, Qi Lin hurriedly took a step sideways, dodged the opponent's attack, and at the same time turned the steel bar in his hand and stabbed into the opponent's chest!

"Ahh

The man immediately screamed, but Qi Lin did not stab the other party's vital point this time, and the red-shirted rebel did not die, but struggled from a distance.

Bowing his head to dodge the mace thrown by the other party, Qi Lin let go of the steel bar in his hand, took a step back, pulled out the silenced revolver inserted under the ribs, and raised his hand to shoot it, ending the opponent's pain.

"Ahem." Qi Lin coughed lightly, and Song Xiaodie immediately ran over from the darkness.

The two dragged the two bodies aside, then turned off the flashlights on the miners' helmets, so that no one could find the bodies of the Redshirt rebels in the dark tunnels unless someone got close.

Qi Lin picked up the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle with a bayonet, which was a ceremonial gun used by the soldiers of the honor guard of the Chinese army in the old era.

However, the firing pin of the general ceremonial gun will be removed and cannot be fired, and this 56 and a half has obviously undergone a lot of modifications, not only replacing the entire bolt, but also adding a twenty-round expansion magazine.

However, the rebel carried very few bullets, only 14 rounds, which was not even enough to fill an entire magazine.