"Ho..."

um fell to the ground and gasped for air.

Remington's black muzzle was pointed at his head, and he felt his eyes full of Venus, and a warm current was flowing down his forehead.

His little "vulture raider" was finished - all the members except him had been reduced to corpses and fell to the ground, and he didn't die simply because he was the last to enter, and it seemed that the other party was in no hurry to kill him.

The man with the gun pointed at him, he had the impression that he was one of the few people who was still alive when he was brought out of the vault's freezer.

It's just that, according to his impression, it seems that it shouldn't be so strong—and it can't be that healthy and strong.

When he entered Vault 110, he found that most of the freezers had been destroyed over the years, and the people inside had been completely rotten, and only a few of the freezers were still barely functioning, and the people inside were still alive - such as the people who were brought out.

Even if the freezer is still barely running, the people in it are already quite weak, and after opening the freezer cabin, most of them will die directly, and the rest will only have one breath left, and they will die violently at any time.

And the opponent's skill and sense of battle are too terrifying... Not to mention the marksmanship, the battle in the small room is not accurate, the point is that the other party is an enemy, there is no fear at all, and even hid under the corpse at the beginning, and they were overshadowed...

"Answer me a few little questions, and I can consider not killing you. ”

Zhao Li stepped on the chest of the small leader of the marauders, um with a foot, and the muzzle of the black hole pointed at the door of his face, and said lightly.

Zhao Li's body was stained with a lot of blood - of course it wasn't his, to be honest, dealing with such a few thugs who were no different from ordinary people except for guns, it was completely hand-to-hand, by the way, Zhao Li deliberately held a corpse as a meat shield in order to be safe in the shooting, and then was pleasantly surprised to find that this corpse meat shield can also be regarded as "armor", which can activate the effect of the "Armor Defender Medal".

"First question, what year is it? Who are you? What happened to Big Ameriken?"

um didn't dare to move, although he was muttering in his heart at the moment—"This is obviously three questions," but he still said honestly:

"It's the twenty-hundred-and-twentieth year of the wasteland, and we're marauders..."

"Wait, the two hundred and twentieth year of the wasteland?

Zhao Li pressed Remington down a little harder, and asked emphatically, according to the memory of the original owner of the body, it should also be dated to 20XX AD.

"I heard that it started on the day of the Doomsday War 220 years ago... How to recalculate time··· A time before that, I heard that it was called... As for the Great Ameriken you said was a country that existed in this wasteland before, right?

Like a bamboo tube pouring beans, um told everything he knew.

Although the leader of the marauders had no culture and his words were a little unclear, Zhao Li finally figured it out in combination with the memories of the original owner of the body.

It seems that at least 200 years have passed since the original global nuclear war... The original owner of this body has been sleeping in the freezer of the vault for at least two hundred years - it is indeed an old popsicle and an old frozen meat.

And the consequences of a nuclear war would be far more tragic than expected at the beginning of the war, and the rest of the world does not know – but the leader of Western democracies and the main force of the Cold War, the "Great Ameriken", has become a thing of the past.

According to the marauder, the years before the war are now called the "Golden Age", and now they are called the "Wasteland Age" and the "Age of Death" - intense radiation everywhere, wilderness full of crises and monsters, no state organization, chaos and despair everywhere.

"Very well, second question, how did you open the door to the Vault?"

Zhao Li continued to ask.

The purpose of the shelter is to resist the attack of nuclear bombs, and the heavy protective door is almost impossible to open by manpower, and it is absolutely impossible for these few wastes who do not even have good guns to enter the shelter by their own strength.

"I—We just passed by Vault 110 and found that the protective door there had been opened... We went inside, and it turned out that it had been searched, and there was basically nothing of value... It's just a few of you... Yes, I've heard that there are some powerful "big corporations" in the wasteland that have inherited quite a few Golden Age legacies, and only those who have the possibility to open the Vault..."

um swallowed nervously and stammered.

"Big Corporations?The Legacy of the Golden Age?Interesting..." Zhao Li scratched his chin and asked again: "Very good, you are very cooperative, the last question, how did you plan to deal with us?"

Faced with this question, um obviously didn't want to answer, but after Zhao Li's fingers tightened the trigger slightly, he still chose to give in: "I, we want to dispose of you as food, food without radiation is very valuable in the wasteland, and we can eat it ourselves..."

Zhao Li nodded, didn't seem to be angry, and said calmly to um and said, "Very good, you are an honest child, I won't kill you." ”

um breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the other man remove the large muzzle of the Remington black hole from his head, but then his pupils shrank sharply and he let out a loud shout.

"No!"

Boom!

Clicks–

Boom!

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Boom!

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Boom!

I saw Zhao Li directly use a Remington shotgun to shoot at um in each of his limbs.

Almost as close as he was fired, the countless steel balls that the Remington shotgun shot out instantly smashed um into a cloud of blood at the joints of his limbs.

"Ahh

His hands, feet, and limbs were directly broken, and um could only cry out loudly in pain and convulsions in place.

"I just said I wouldn't want to kill you, and I really didn't kill you. ”

Zhao Li took out a few Remington's thick shotgun bullets from his pocket, and said lightly while reloading: "But I didn't promise not to hurt you, enjoy the pain, trash." ”

In this way, Zhao Li bent down in the bitter wail of the leader of the marauders, and picked up one of the leader's old assault rifles, as well as the guns and ammunition of several other dead marauders—all of which magically disappeared directly into Zhao Li's hands.

Well... Of course, this is not magic, but the "space equipment" that Zhao Li only spent a lot of money to activate not long ago-Golden Dragon Claw!