Jack retreated, "It's too dangerous, let's bring this news back first......"

"But the rats are getting smarter, and every night and day, the chances of us getting good things are one point lower. Seeing the hesitation on Jack's face, Cullen stepped up and said, "That mouse has run away just now, there shouldn't be any other rats in ambush ahead, this is an opportunity." ”

In this day and age, any hesitation becomes a pass to death, either forward or backward.

Jack gritted his teeth and reinserted the steel pipe behind him, "Let's go." ”

There was no shelter for more than 100 meters from the aqueduct to the accommodation area, but at least the two of them didn't see any other rats appear, let alone worry that there were rats hiding in the aqueduct out of sight.

The distance of more than 100 meters is only a second for humans who are now racing against mutated creatures for a long time, and as long as they can rush in, they can get relative safety. After all, places where people can't find food are not very popular with rats, and even if there are a small number of rats inside, they can be avoided by using obstacles in the building, or simply kill them. With the strength of the two of them, as long as they are not attacked by a sneak attack, it will not be too difficult to kill a lone mouse.

In the full run, Jack felt his mouth become drier and drier, perhaps because the consumption was too great, or maybe the race against death made him sensitive. After running safely into the broken wall of the lodging quarters, Jack coughed violently, and even gasping for air felt extremely painful.

Whether it is congenital or acquired, mutants are always surprisingly bold, "How about it, I'll just say it's going to be fine." Coulomb cracked his mouth and laughed,

Although Jack can't fully remember when he said the phrase "it's going to be okay", he doesn't intend to correct it, saving every ounce of energy for the battle that may come later.

"Here you go."

Coulomb threw an iron can over, and Jack subconsciously caught it and shook it, and there was a liquid shaking sound inside. Quickly opened the mouth of the can, and it was actually cooking water that didn't smell too bad.

"What are you doing here?"

In order to reduce the evaporation of water as much as possible, Jack quickly twisted the mouth of the can. Although his mouth was so dry that he couldn't even speak, Jack suppressed the urge to take the jar and pour it violently. Although drinking water is a lot of precious, it is also a wealth that can be exchanged for various things, and no one will casually give their wealth to others for no reason.

"Look at you, you must have been doing something to save money, and you haven't drunk much water. Later, you may have to with mice, and it's good to have more stamina. ”

Jack hesitated, but threw the tin back anyway, "I can't afford to pay it back." ”

As soon as Culomb received it, he handed the tin can to Jack, "I didn't let you return it, if we die in a while, this water can only be cheaper for rats." If you find something and go back alive, this bit of water is nothing. ”

Hearing Coulomb say this, Jack no longer hesitated, and drank a few drops of water, trying to make the water exert its maximum value in his body and mouth. After drinking nearly 50 milliliters, he handed the water back again, "You can drink some too." ”

Coulomb was very crisp, and poured all the rest of the water into two gulps, which made Jack feel a pain in his flesh.

Putting the tin can back in the room, Coulomb carefully walked towards the depths of the lodging area with a selection of shelters unique to mutants. Jack had just wanted to search the building outside and leave, but this time he didn't object, and carefully followed Cullen.

After more than ten minutes, the two of them had arrived at the center of the accommodation area, which was probably occupied by people of the level of scientists, and the buildings were no longer tofu-like buildings and apartments, but independent villa-like buildings. And judging from the way these villas are damaged, only the wooden parts of the structure have been eaten by rats, while the more attractive window glasses and scattered metal are still preserved

"No one seems to have been here." Seeing so many things outside the house alone that could be taken back for water and food, Jack was not happy, but worried.

"Doesn't it mean that no one has been here to show that there are still a lot of good things?"

"But......" Jack looked around nervously, "there are mutants who are bolder than you, so it's certainly not because they didn't get to this depth." ”

"What do you mean?" The joy on Coulomb's face quickly subsided.

Jack felt that the water he had just drunk had been consumed, and his mouth became dry again, "No one is here to make it to mean they can't get there...... We didn't encounter a single mouse along the way, and if this was the case all the time, how could anyone else not get here? ”

"You mean, the rats made a trap to let us in?" Coulomb's face was bloody, but after a moment he said fiercely, "I've heard that before the war, everyone had guns, and if we could find a few guns in the house, we would be able to kill them even if it was a rat's trap." ”

Coulomb clearly overestimated the power of the gun and at the same time underestimated the power of the mouse. A group of rats surrounded it, and even the most experienced hunters had to wait for death, let alone the two who had only touched it, but had never practiced with precious bullets. In this era, bullets are high-end hard currency that can be eaten anywhere, and naturally not everyone can afford to use them.

Jack thought so, but he couldn't say it to hit Cullen. Just took out the steel pipe and followed him, and walked to the most advanced villa that had no door.

From the outside, the wooden staircase inside the door, the wooden floor has been gnawed away by rats, leaving only an indigestible concrete floor. So Jack reckoned that the rest of the furniture in the house was the same, and it was definitely not easy to find something to use in a pile of rubble.

But after carefully entering the house, the two looked at each other with incredible eyes at the same time.

"What's wrong with us today?" Coulomb said a little sluggishly, "Seeing that it was about to be hit by an ambush rat, it actually crawled out and ran away on its own." All the way to this place that no one has ever been to easily. Just walk into a house, it's all good things. This luck is too good to be normal. ”

Jack nodded blankly. It's impossible to imagine what kind of monster the former owner of this house was, everything here, from the lockers to the tables and chairs, was made of iron that rats couldn't eat.

Steel, which can smelt all sorts of things, is a good thing in itself in this era of consumption and no production.

What's more, as long as the iron furniture doesn't contain enough delicious food to drive rats crazy, then whatever it contains, it will remain intact. Books, medicines, electronic devices, these are treasures that are not much worse than weapons.

Coulomb, who had been stunned for a long time, cheered, and no longer cared about the mice that might suddenly pop out, and rummaged through the room roughly.

"Oh my God, this is a handheld game console, it should be able to be used if you have electricity, and you can sell it to those big guys when you go back...... First aid kit, damn it, the medicine is rotten...... Is this a toy? Someone should want to ...... Hey, what are you still standing for, look for anything you can take, take it all, this time we really sent it. ”

Seeing that there were no rats appearing after Culomb made such a big noise, Jack simply began to join the ranks of the looting. It's just that he focuses more on the books that are in good condition than on Coulomb's aimlessness, and although he doesn't know how to read, he knows that in some ways books are of the greatest value.

Although there are a lot of things in the room, there are not many that can really be taken away according to the ability of the two of them. Eventually, Coulomb gave up a lot of things that seemed to be worth a lot of food, but he wasn't sure anyone would ask for them. Then he was pleasantly surprised to find some knives in the kitchen that were not rusty, and after carefully wrapping them in cloth and putting them in his bag, he started the idea of going upstairs again.

According to the experience heard from other people, guns are usually placed in the bedroom, and the bedroom of this house is on the second floor, and from the downstairs, if you can go up, you will probably find a good gun.

Of course, if you can go up, the stairs here have been eaten by rats, and the entrance to the second floor, which is more than four meters high, looks a little out of reach.

"Come and help me."

Coulomb tried to pull the cabinet down the stairs, but after a few attempts, it only shook the cabinet, so he had to call out to Jack for help.

Jack hesitated, but walked over and pushed the cabinet up with Cullen.

At the moment when the iron cabinet was pushed, it rubbed against the uneven concrete floor and made a sound that made people's teeth sore.

"Damn."

Jack cursed and stopped.

In this eerily quiet place, such a sound is enough to be heard hundreds of meters away.

It only took half a second for the two of them to make a decision, and then they ran towards the door at the same time, but they only took a few steps before suddenly stopped. The sound of rats could be faintly heard, and it was coming from all directions.

The two looked at each other in horror, and at the same time continued to push the iron cabinet with all their strength.

Now the rats don't have many predators to dodge, and their sheer size allows them to gain more strength while losing the ability to fly through walls. Therefore, if the two of them can hide upstairs, they may still have a way to survive...... At least to live a little longer.

Coulomb, who was desperately pushing the iron cabinet, looked out from the doorway, and a rat was coming out of the sewer dozens of meters away. The mouth of the sewer, which allows humans to easily enter and exit, actually made it extremely difficult for this rat to squeeze out, and with the power of its sharp claws to cut shallow pits in the concrete floor, it was able to squeeze its body out little by little.

As it squeezes out more and more parts of its body, it moves faster and faster to dig the ground, as if a little slower it will lose a delicious meal.

Not because I was afraid that the two humans would run away, but because I was afraid of being preempted by my own kind.