Guan Huzi looked at Mo Qingping, and after seeing his serious expression, he said: "Iron mine, there have been a lot of lives filled there, and no one cares about it anymore. ”

"In the wilderness, everywhere is a place that adds to life, maybe I'm the lucky one." Mo Qingping pretended to be confident, in fact, he would never go there.

"Makes sense." Guan Huzi laughed, said words of approval, but nodded disapprovingly, he did not insist, and told Mo Qingping the specific location of the iron mine.

"Thirty miles to the west, in a low valley, there is a mine." Mo Qingping firmly remembered Guan Huzi's words and returned to his residence in District B.

After three days of not returning, the door of the cave where the residence in Area B was still intact, proving that there were no doves occupying the magpie's nest for the time being. The dilapidated cave was empty, with only an earthen kang and a stone table.

For refugees, all valuables are carried with them, and the caves are not safe, let alone when no one is around, even at night, they can be visited at any time.

Mo Qing lay flat on the kang, carefully observed the circle, and after making sure that no suspicious people came in, he carefully moved the stone table away, revealing a small gap, and an old shotgun was lying there quietly in the gap.

The shotgun also has ten rounds of ammunition, which is the same as the shotgun in the gatekeeper's hand, which is an old gunpowder shotgun. In this era, gunpowder weapons have been unable to keep up with the trend of the development of the times, and have gradually withdrawn from the stage of history, and there are large-scale armed forces only in refugee gathering places, which is not unrelated to the difficulty of finding warriors in refugee gathering places.

Force weapons are the standard for martial artists, but for non-martial artists, a Force weapon is no different from ordinary iron weapons, far more than the effect of overheated weapons, only those local tyrants will buy an Force weapon to fill the façade.

Mo Qingping took out the short-barreled shotgun and wiped it carefully, this gun was his most precious possession, only when Zhenzhen was in danger, he would take out this gun, no one could have imagined that he would hide him in the cave.

Holding the gun in his arms, Mo Qingping lay on the kang with his clothes closed and closed his eyes.

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It was already late at night, the underground passage of the refugee gathering place was pitch black, and the only few torches could shine brightly, and the night in Xicheng was equally dark, in the darkness, You Cheng was wearing the clothes of ordinary civilians and looked at the masked man in front of him who could not see clearly.

"My lord, everything is already arranged, just wait for the fish to take the bait." You Cheng said to the person in front of him with a little awe.

"Word has gotten out?" The masked man asked in a hoarse voice.

"The news has been released, and it will reach Xicheng soon."

You Cheng replied that he had spread the news of the nearby iron mine in advance, and that as long as Xicheng intersected with any of the surrounding refugee settlements, the news would reach the ears of Xicheng's higher-ups.

"Good." The masked man heard You Cheng's words, and there was a rare smile in his voice. "Pass the word and prepare to evacuate in batches."

"Understood." You Cheng answered, and when he was about to ask for instructions to leave, he heard the cold voice of the masked man say:

"Don't make your own decisions, don't make an example."

After saying that, the masked man disappeared into the night, and it was only at this time that You Cheng felt that his back had been soaked in cold sweat, he knew that the self-assertive action a few days ago almost made Xicheng aware of the existence of their organization in advance, fortunately, he retreated decisively at that time and did not leave any clues, otherwise the torture of the organization was not something he dared to try easily.

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The long night passed in different moods of different people, and when the first rays of sunlight penetrated through the hole in the underground refugee gathering place, Mo Qingping opened his eyes.

The shotgun was still in his arms, the door was still locked, and the pre-marked mark was still there, proving that no one had entered the room. Mo Qingping retracted his gaze, wrapped the shotgun in black cloth, and straddled it diagonally over his shoulder.

Mo Qingping, who locked the door of the cave, rarely showed a trace of reluctance in his eyes, he lived in this 103 cave in District B for more than three years, he didn't want to recall the things three years ago, he bought this 103 cave in B with the ruthlessness of Lang'er, and he may never go back if he leaves today, or dies outside, or enters the city. But he decided to gamble again, and the shotgun in his hand was the confidence for his gamble this time.

Mo Qingping, who stepped out of the gate of purification, did not delay, time was tight, another day passed, Xicheng would not wait for him in the same place, he had to hurry, if he couldn't catch up with Xicheng before dark, he didn't think he could spend the night safely in the wilderness.

The traces left by Xicheng's movement are still clearly visible, and Mo Qingping finally returned to Xicheng's trajectory after an hour.

When he arrived here, Mo Qingping let out a sigh of relief, the guards of each city would clean up a single mutant beast on the city's route to avoid the powerful mutant beast group, so in a short period of time, there would be no mutant beasts around the city's route. Xicheng is no exception.

Mo Qingping, who stepped on the trajectory of Xicheng's movement, hurried with all his might, and finally saw Xicheng when the afterglow of the sunset was about to dissipate.

"Great, finally caught up."

When Mo Qingping saw Xicheng, he seemed to see the hope of his future life, and he stepped up his pace to board Xicheng before the afterglow of the sunset completely disappeared.

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Scorpions in the desert, rats in the wilderness, no matter what era you are, you can see these tenacious lives. On the trajectory of Xicheng's movement, several mutant earth rats poked their heads out of the soil, and they looked at Xicheng moving in front of them with some fear after escaping the cleanup, and after confirming the safety of the perimeter, they cautiously drilled out of the ground.

The mutant earth rat that had just come out of the ground was startled by Mo Qingping, who suddenly ran over, and several mutant earth rats were about to burrow into the soil with their paws.

Mo Qingping, who was running rapidly, was also startled by the sudden appearance of mutant earth rats, and he hurriedly pulled the shotgun he was carrying and pointed it at them. Seeing that a few mutant earth rats disappeared into the soil in a few moments, Mo Qingping quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and moved over step by step with a shotgun in his hand.

When Mo Qingping moved to the hole left by a mutant earth rat, a gray shadow suddenly came out, and without a shotgun, Mo Qingping would definitely not be able to react effectively.

But Mo Qingping, who has been living in the wild since he can remember, knows that although the rats in the wilderness are timid, they are only relatively powerful creatures, and for equally weak creatures, the mutant earth rats will turn into fierce carnivores in an instant.

So Mo Qingping hung his shotgun slightly, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at every hole he passed, and when the gray shadow burst out, although he didn't see it clearly, Mo Qingping didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

"Bang" The thick-barreled shotgun spewed out tongues of fire and engulfed the mutant earth rats, and the huge recoil was transmitted to his body along his arms, Mo Qingping did not resist, and rolled sideways along the recoil.

The mutant ground rat that was hit by the shotgun was not killed immediately, and a huge wound on its thigh-thick body gurgled with blood.