Glancing at the expressionless soldiers, Qi Lin bypassed the recruitment point and walked quickly into the material trading market.

Becoming a soldier and not having to continue playing in the Wasteland Survival Game may appeal to a lot of people who struggle to survive in the game - according to those on the black market, there are at least hundreds of people who have used up their three resurrection chances on the first day of the game, and those people are either cut off by the mastermind and squatted in the room waiting to die, or they are caught and thrown to the ground in protest......

Although banishment does not mean starvation, you can die four times in the game on the first day, and you probably won't live long in the real wasteland......

Play a game, or be cannon fodder, choose one of the two multiple-choice questions, but for those who are weak, the ending is basically the same.

Qi Lin didn't plan to enlist, although with his marksmanship as an accurate marksman, it was more than enough to be a sniper instructor in this era, but he didn't want to have too much to do with the army.

No matter how strong his personal combat power is, life and death on a battlefield of more than a thousand people cannot be controlled by himself, and Qi Lin does not want to be killed by those rebels with guns made by himself.

As for the Wasteland Survival Code...... Qi Lin suddenly discovered that this death game was actually quite fun.

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Due to the shortage of materials, the price of canned food in the trading market has also risen a lot, and Qi Lin spent a full fifteen resource points to buy three canned salted meat from the big fat man who looked like a butcher in clothes.

Looking at the trademark, the canned food is a canned sardine before the end of the world, and the surface of the tinplate still has a blackened trademark that is only half torn to the surface, but it is filled with pieces of fat and thin cut raw meat, and the surface of the raw meat is sprinkled with coarse salt flowers.

"This price is not too expensive! Now those pigs on pig farms can't be bought with money! Lao Tzu still has to trust the relationship! The big fat boss said loudly that his attitude towards this kind of "big customer" who buys three canned meat at a time will definitely not be bad.

Qi Lin looked at the cans in his hand that were no more than two hundred grams each, and said thoughtfully, "You mean the material crisis in the shelter next door?" ”

"Not really! In the morning, there were still those who wore gray skins and forcibly collected a wave of canned food at a low price, saying that they were going to disaster relief? It's really Ge Laozi! In my opinion, it is better to let those people starve to death! ”

The gray skin is the contempt of the people in the shelter for the "executors" who work for the administrators and masterminds, as well as the army, because they all wear gray uniforms - the army is a gray canvas training uniform, and the executor wears a small waistcoat over a gray flannel shirt, and the badge on the back of the small vest represents the department he works in.

Qi Lin didn't answer the fat boss's words, but carefully put the can into the tattered backpack behind his back, and then tied it tightly with a hemp rope.

At this moment, suddenly a riot broke out in a corner of the market, and a short figure ran outside through the crowd, and after two seconds, two executors also chased out, shouting while chasing: "Catch that boy, rebel!" ”

Rebels? Qi Lin was stunned, and then dropped a sentence: "I'll go see the excitement", and ran over.

Vault 187 has not had a few real rebellions, and most of the so-called uprisings were just spontaneous newspaper actions of people who were dissatisfied with their lives, and the one that Little Ray wanted to participate in before was completely a trap orchestrated by the administrators.

The market exploded at once, with the screams of the trampled men, the panicked shouts, and the roars of the people who caught the fish and stealing in the troubled waters, but more often than that, the excited cheers and noisy footsteps of the people, for no other reason than the cry of an executor: "Catch that rebel, and you will be rewarded!" ”

Qi Lin also mixed into the "arrest team", he found that among these people, except for the two executors and two soldiers, most of them were dressed in tatters, obviously some people who couldn't even eat to try their luck, if they were lucky enough to get the bounty, then at least they didn't have to worry about eating and drinking for a while.

The little man in front of him was extremely nimble, and he shuttled through the dense crowd of the market, and it didn't take long for him to run to the edge of the market.

The Neutral Zone is a rotunda carved out of the solid rock, nearly a kilometre in diameter, with numerous searchlights hanging from the top of the rock wall, and the edge area is a series of artificially carved paths, partly leading to the middle residential areas and partly to the main tunnels leading to the slums.

The rebel glanced back, and then slipped into a very narrow passage, and Qi Lin saw that it was a road that led to the slum tunnel.

The rebels did not carry backpacks or breathing masks, and entering the labyrinthine and gas-filled pit was almost indistinguishable from suicide, and the pursuers looked at each other, and the faces of those who did not wear breathing masks suddenly turned ugly.

Even if he goes back to get it now, it is estimated that when he comes back, the rebels will have already been caught by others.

And those with breathing masks, almost the next second, they pulled their legs and rushed to the passage - the entrance to the passage was very narrow, and only one person could enter at a time, and no one was willing to let others take the lead.

Qi Lin was the sixth to enter the passage, and after walking through a passage more than thirty meters long, he entered a small room, and at the end of the room was a broken airtight door - the handle of the door was unscrewed off and thrown into the mechanical valve that pushed the metal door, so that when the whole door was closed, the internal parts would be stuck, resulting in the airtight door could not be completely closed, but could not be fully opened.

"You little bastard! If I catch him, I'll have to whip him a dozen lashes first! An executor in a gray uniform said hatefully, Qi Lin paid attention to the badge on his vest, which was a shield with two crossed swords on it - "security department", the only violent agency in the shelter other than the regular army, responsible for assisting the army in law and order management, equivalent to the police before the end of the world, but the quality of these people cannot be compared with the police.

"Your Excellency, you see...... What should I do? One of the people who had come with him asked with some flattery.

"What else can I do! You guys, pry the door open for me! What's the matter, I have to let Lao Tzu run more when I repair the airtight door! What about him! The executor scolded and directed several people to violently pry open the stuck, airtight door with a steel pipe, and there were countless tooth-sore metal friction sounds inside the door, and you can tell how many precision parts were destroyed under this violent door opening method if you think about it with your heels.

As soon as the airtight door opened, a suffocating stench wafted in, and Qi Lin and the others immediately took out their breathing masks and put them on...... Almost all of these gases are harmful gases, and the concentration of carbon dioxide is terrifyingly high, and if you take a few more breaths, you will fall into a coma.

The executor obviously forgot to bring a breathing mask, he covered his mouth and nose, looked at the deep tunnel, and then said with some disgust: "Presumably that rebel can't run far, you just go and get the body back, of course, the reward for bringing the corpse back is not as much as catching alive!" ”

After saying that, he quickly turned around and left, the air here was no longer suitable for human breathing.

The rest of the people were wearing huge breathing masks, and no one could see the expression behind the mask, Qi Lin nodded at them and said, "There are many branches in the pit ahead, one for each person, no one robs anyone, everything depends on luck, how about it?" ”

"I'm okay with that."

"Neither do I!"

"Okay, I'll pick the leftmost one." As soon as Qi Lin finished speaking, a sturdy man shouted dissatisfiedly: "No, I like that one!" , who knows if you saw that rebel running there, so you deliberately deceived us into choosing another fork in the road! ”

"Then you go, I'll take the second one." Qi Lin nodded and said nonchalantly.

In fact, he deliberately "gave" the first one to someone else, and there was never a shortage of suspicious guys like this strong man among the residents of the Vault, and then he could choose the second one seemingly at random.

As for the rebel, if his judgment was correct, he should have chosen the second fork in the left road.

Qi Lin naturally couldn't see which pit the rebels ran into, but there were many footprints on the ground, and a string of inconspicuous petite footprints caught Qi Lin's attention.

The footprints are very small, either a woman or a child, and according to the body shape of the rebel, it should be a child, and the footprints are of different shades, obviously unable to control their pace in the panic escape, combined with these two points, the rebel, nine times out of ten, ran into the second fork in the road.

Several people who chased after each chose their own path, and Qi Lin also took out a small flashlight from his waist and stepped into the second forked tunnel.