Chapter 51: Underground Survival Zone

Loud thunder rang out, and heavy rain fell on the desolate and endless plains. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoThe muddy rain collects into small rivers on the ground, making the road even more muddy.

There were few living creatures on the plains, and even mutated creatures living underground would not show their heads at this time, and the terrible lightning accompanied by the thunder that resounded in the sky enveloped the entire plain.

In the pouring rain, a lonely figure moved slowly. The rain had soaked all his clothes, and behind him were a series of shallow footprints washed by the rain.

Scar had been walking on the plains for three days, and because of the joint operations of the Zhenwu and the special forces, there was hardly any living creature in the vicinity. Not to mention seeing humans. With the help of his memory, he found the survival area recorded on the military map before, and for three days he endured the hunger in his belly, and made sure that he arrived at the survival area before starving to death. Fortunately, after the physical fitness has been nearly doubled, the endurance of the trace has also been enhanced.

wiped the rain on his face, and looked helplessly at the almost endless rain curtain, if the map in his memory was correct, he should have reached the range of the living area, but where is the empty place here like a human habitation.

"Is it misremembered?"

Scar shook his head vigorously, he was still very confident in this memory, so he still moved forward, thinking of countermeasures as he walked.

Just when he was at a loss, the rain curtain gradually decreased, and his vision was finally unaffected, and he found a building buried deep in the ground in the distance.

Scar walked briskly, it was a cement platform, if it wasn't for the rain washing the surface of the dirt away, Scar believed that he would not be able to find it even if he went around here a few times. In the center of the platform, there was a black manhole cover, and the mark used a strip of cloth to cover his face completely, and then came to the manhole cover.

Reaching out and pulling the manhole cover up, revealing a metal ladder that went straight down. Scar looked around, finally made up his mind, and got in.

After the manhole cover was closed, the whole environment was darkened, but fortunately, Scar's eyesight was good, and the metal ladder was as bright as a road sign under Scar's steel body, so Scar reached the ground unharmed.

When his feet stepped on the ground, a piercing chirp suddenly sounded, and he looked down meaningfully, and saw large rats struggling to flee in all directions.

The surroundings were so dim that Scar could only grope for the walls to slowly advance, and the passage was filled with a disgusting pungent smell, and Scar endured the discomfort in his stomach and began to gradually speed himself.

The dark passage was long, and there were no forks in the road, and at the beginning of the trace I was worried that I was in the wrong place, but as I went deeper, the smell of gagging became lighter and lighter, and in the distance of the passage, there was already a little striking light.

Traces were overjoyed and couldn't help but speed up their pace!

At the end of the passage is a circular iron gate, outside the iron gate stood two **** men with upper bodies, their bodies were full of scars, in addition to the rifles they were carrying behind their backs, each with a sharp machete pinned to their waists.

"Stop!"

One of them found the mark, took out a flashlight and shone it: "What for?" ā€

Scar raised his hands and slowly stepped forward, then said, "I need food." ā€

"It's a matter of skill to get food here." After seeing the marks clearly, the man who spoke beckoned, "I must remind you that the living area behind the door has been out of the jurisdiction of the government, and if you don't have any extraordinary skills here, I'm afraid it's better to wander outside." ā€

The man who spoke kindly reminded him, and then he and the other person began to twist the wheel on the iron door, and in a short time, the two of them worked together to pull the iron door open.

"Good luck."

After waiting for the trace figure to disappear behind the iron gate, the faces of the two men showed gloating expressions: "I didn't expect that there would be newcomers who couldn't open their eyes to come to us, and some of them have played now." Ha ha. ā€

The iron door slowly closed, blocking out the unbridled laughter of the two.

Scar's hearing was not bad, so he naturally heard the conversation between the two, but at this moment he really needed food, even if it was dangerous here, he couldn't care about it. With the ability that the current marks have mastered, it is not necessarily impossible to mix.

The iron gate has turned into another world, and the space is gradually spacious, and you can even see the houses built on both sides. At first glance, it looks like a living quarter. But if you look closely, you will find that it is unusually quiet, and the dilapidated houses poke their heads out from time to time, but no one comes out. The whole living area gives people an unusually oppressive feeling!

He wanted to find someone to inquire, but looking at the closed doors, he dismissed the idea.

Marks did not rush into the center of the survival zone, but carried AK on his back, and sometimes the deterrence of force can save a lot of trouble.

Carrying the gun on his back, he began to move towards the center of the survival area, he seemed relaxed, but in fact he was extremely nervous, at this time, if someone shot a black gun, it was really no place to cry.

Fortunately, he didn't go far, and a few people came to him, and the leader was a big fat man, and he couldn't figure out how anyone could be fat like this in today's world.

This big fat man is only 1.6 meters tall, and at first glance it looks like a round ball of meat. The fat on his face kept trembling as he walked, and his left eye turned out to be fake and pale. He wore a leather jacket with ripped cuffs, and because his belly was too big, he could only show his dark belly.

Behind the fat man were five men dressed as mercenaries, all of whom were carrying rifles, in a rather old-fashioned manner. When the five of them saw the brand-new AK behind the trace, they couldn't help but show a greedy look on their faces, I'm afraid that if they weren't afraid of the fat man in front of them, the five of them would rush over and grab it.

"This friend, I don't know why you came to my survival area?" The fat man in the lead said with a smile, with a kind face, but with the fat on his face, it looked indescribably weird.

Scar coughed and pretended to be calm, "I've run out of food, so I'll come here to see if I can get some supplies." ā€

When the fat man heard this, his only right eye couldn't help but light up: "Food, of course, but what do you exchange it for?" The fat man's eyes couldn't help but resist the AK hanging on his shoulder, and the meaning was self-evident.

Scar was quite embarrassed: "I don't have anything to exchange now, as for this gun, it's the capital of my meal, and I can't hand it over." ā€

The fat man glanced at the marks regretfully, and then said: "It's okay to change anything, but I need you to help me do something, as long as you help me finish it, I can give you at least ten days of food, how about it?" ā€

Without thinking about it, he agreed, and the fat man's face couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, great, come on, come with me." After the fat man finished speaking, he took the traces towards the center of the survival area.