"Guest, your meal is ready, please use it slowly." A burly man with a not-so-clean white apron tied to his chest brought a stainless steel dinner plate in front of Qi Lin.

He is both a chef and a waiter, as well as the owner of this small restaurant.

This fly restaurant on the second floor of the street is only twenty or thirty square meters, three tables, a bar, it is now two o'clock in the afternoon, the restaurant has passed, except for Qi Lin, the only diner, there is only one restaurant owner.

The food on the stainless steel plate is not exquisite, whether it is potato wedges or fried luncheon meat, there is a choking smell of oily smoke, and a few slices of yellow cabbage leaves that look like they have been taken out of a can are the only side dishes on the plate - this meal worth eight resource points is not delicious, but it is better than the portion.

The consumption level of residents in the middle area is still much higher than that in the slums, and in the slums, a large bag of pureed synthetic food can be eaten for three or four days with a little resource, but in the middle areas, the average meal standard for ordinary people has reached about five points.

Qi Lin flicked the plate of fried rice with a spoon, and then stopped the restaurateur who had just turned and walked towards the bar.

The restaurateur turned his head and wiped a pair of big hands on the apron around his waist, with a puzzled look on his face: "What's wrong?" Guest, do you want to order something else? ”

Qi Lin didn't speak, but first took out half a bag of "Hongta Mountain" left over from the old era from his pocket and stuffed it into the pocket on the restaurateur's apron.

"Boss, I'd like to ask you about something."

"No problem, no problem, you just ask." The restaurant owner was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously put his hand into his pocket and touched the half bag of "Hongta Mountain", and a very enthusiastic smile immediately bloomed on his face.

The quality of cigarettes in the old era, even if it was a cheap low-grade product, was much better than the inferior products supplied in the shelter, but this kind of thing, all of them smoked were one less one, like this pack of Hongta Mountain, which only sold for seven yuan in the old era store, in the underground black market of the shelter, it could be sold for a high price of close to 100 resource points.

Half a box of Hongta Mountain is almost fifty resource points, which is far more expensive than the meal ordered by Qi Lin.

"What's the name of the company on the other side?" Qi Lin pointed to the big courtyard of the Red Shirt Gang across the street outside the window.

The restaurateur had a strange look on his face and asked, "Guest, you're not a local, are you?" ”

"Isn't it?" Qi Lin shook his head, "I came from Vault 192 to do business, but I didn't expect that just a few days after I arrived here, the passages between the various shelters would be closed, and I don't know when it will reopen." ”

"No wonder, let me tell you, the name of the company opposite is 'Weiya Trading Co., Ltd.', ahem......" The restaurant owner coughed, then leaned into Qi Lin's ear and lowered his voice, "But we locals know that the name of that company is just a disguise, although it is ostensibly engaged in pharmaceutical trading, but the other name of this Weiya Trading Co., Ltd. is even more famous......"

"What's the name?" Qi Lin continued to pretend to be stupid.

"The Red Shirts. This is the largest gang in our Vault 187, and the pharmacy business of Wia Trade accounts for only a small part of the Red Shirts' turnover, and the drug, arms, and human traffic, that's the bulk of the money-"

"And arms? Can you buy guns and bullets from them? Qi Lin asked pretending to be surprised.

"Of course!" The restaurateur said, then his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he asked a little mysteriously, "What, how many guns do you want to play with?" ”

"How so? Boss, do you have a way? Qi Lin was worried about how to infiltrate the Red Shirt Gang's station and how to find a warehouse to store weapons, but now he saw that this inconspicuous owner of the Fly Restaurant seemed to be able to help himself.

"Hey...... To tell you the truth, my brother-in-law works in the Red Shirt Gang, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to get such a good street shop, if the customer wants to buy a gun, you can find my brother-in-law, we only take 20% of the intermediary fee. ”

According to the current price of guns on the black market, the cheapest is the hand-assembled home-made pistol, this kind of pistol is very poor in terms of range, accuracy and reliability, it can only be loaded with one bullet at a time, and it is particularly easy to jam or explode, but even this kind of inferior pistol, one has to be sold for more than sixty or seventy resource points.

As for an inferior imitation 54 semi-automatic pistol, the price has now been speculated to more than 300 points, and if it is a product of the old era, it will be one or two times higher than this price.

And if it is a genuine Type 54 pistol produced by a regular military factory, it will not be able to eat it at all without a four-digit number of points - as for such a thing as a Type 95 assault rifle, it is completely in a state of price and no market.

Twenty percent of the intermediary fee, this is not a small amount, no wonder this restaurateur suddenly became so enthusiastic.

"Hmm...... I'd love to buy a civilian big black star, I don't know if you can get it. Qi Lin asked.

Civilian big black star, this is the common name of ordinary people for imitation 54 pistol, this pistol has a simple structure and good power, and it is one of the easier to get among several folk imitation standard weapons.

In the past, until the outbreak of nuclear war, the ban on guns for ordinary citizens was not lifted, so in the shelters in the Huaxia area, it was much more difficult to get a gun than in the rice country on the other side of the ocean, and the price to pay was much higher.

"Big Black Star, huh? Okay, no problem, you can wait here for a while, and I'll go get my brother-in-law. After saying that, the restaurant owner generously poured Qi Lin a full glass of home-brewed beer, and then hurriedly ran downstairs.

Qi Lin raised his wine glass, took a sip, and his eyebrows immediately wrinkled - fuck, this ghost beer is as sour as urine, even if it is the coffee made by Hans's guy, it tastes better than this.

……

The owner of the restaurant returned after about twenty minutes of absence, followed by a guy wearing a pair of terrazzo denim, ripped slacks, and a man with colorful chicken coop hair.

To use a buzzword from the old days, this guy is a typical "kill Matt non-mainstream".

Kill Matt had a red armband on his arm, obviously belonging to the kind of person with a little status in the Red Shirt Gang, as soon as he walked up to the second floor, the small eyes of the thief eyebrows and rat eyes turned around, and they stared straight at Qi Lin's body.