"Hey."

After sitting quietly for more than an hour, Zhao Qian heard the sound of the iron door behind him, and the old man walked out from behind the iron door.

"The people below have come to take over."

Old Evan said that his complexion was still rosy because of the wine, but his shabby clothes and an unconcealable smell all showed that the old man had not taken a bath for a long time.

Maybe much longer than some ordinary people think.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that the little guy looked back at himself but did not speak, Old Evan said with concern.

He glanced at the magazine covers scattered next to the gun parts, and his eyes flashed with relief. If that hadn't happened, the little guy in front of him might have had a girlfriend a long time ago, or he might have changed a few of them.

"Want to get to know the girl?"

Shook his head.

Zhao Qian glanced at the other party, took out the box 15 Liqun from his arms and scattered away. In the spirit of talking less and listening more, he wanted to get more useful information from this old man, but it was obviously a bit counterproductive.

Old Evan took the box of foreign cigarettes in front of him, which looked like newly opened seals, did not smoke it, but put it under the tip of his nose intoxicated, closed his eyes and smelled it, and quickly put it away carefully.

"Hide it, no one can see it."

This old drunkard is serious.

"Don't forget what happened to Johnson, who found a good gun last week."

As if he was afraid that the guy in front of him would be reckless, he said hatefully. It was as if the tragedy of a corpse that had been shot in the head with a blunt object from behind seemed to come to mind.

I was a little surprised.

Zhao Qian didn't show it, he looked at the person in front of him, the old man was chattering about who might have killed Johnson.

Listen quietly.

From the scattered sentences and the scaly feathers of the task prompts, Zhao Qian could still hear something.

After the nuclear war, the legendary Judgment Day, the group of people in front of them took refuge in a bomb shelter dug near this town because of the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union in the twentieth century. They were lucky to have avoided at least the first wave of disaster. And the second wave of unexpected disasters turned most of the town's surviving people into a bunch of rats hiding in underground bomb shelters.

Terminator. From the T-200, which was barely able to resist at first, to the T-500, which became increasingly difficult to deal with, the surviving birds could only survive with the help of food collected from the town and the surrounding area by a few brave men.

"Alright, old Evan."

Inside the iron gate, a tall black man walked out.

He nodded at the old and young group in front of him, signaling that it was time to hand over.

Another black man walked out of the iron door, a little short compared to the one outside, but he gave a very stocky feeling. It is commonly known as being short and fat.

The old man picked up the gun parts scattered on the ground, got up and walked towards the door where the blacks had come out.

Zhao Qian also stood up and followed, but after taking a few steps, he seemed to think of the contents of one of the two magazines, the leaflet.

When I turned around to get it, I found the black man holding one of the books and reading it with relish. Two handfuls of miscellaneous items were added to the iron bucket, which made the strange smell of fire in the bucket burn even more.

Obviously, this guy who is a male animal has his eyes on what Zhao Qian forgot to take on the ground at first sight. The ******** girl on the cover undoubtedly makes this opposite sex who has seen a lot in the wasteland and hasn't bathed for months be much more attractive.

"Why don't you go back?"

Glancing at Zhao Qian, who was walking not far away, he asked knowingly.

"Stuff."

The oriental boy pointed to the book in his hand, fortunately the guy in front of him had obviously not discovered the secret hidden in it.

"What?"

The black man pretended. He knew the Chinese in front of him, Lee. Same as Bruce's last name, but the difference is that he is notoriously good-natured in the Underground Gathering, and sometimes he is just silent when he is bullied.

Didn't say much.

A pistol was in front of him, and before the could react, it was pressed against the guy's head.

“FU-CK！”

The other two also noticed this, and the stocky black man also subconsciously raised his gun, a Woods who was some years old.

But he had apparently forgotten the old man beside him, and the left wheel was held by some old and withered hands.

Three-gun standoff.

"Stuff."

A few words mixed with slang broke out, and Zhao Qian looked at the black man who obediently handed over the magazine, as if he didn't feel the oppression of the atmosphere at all.

"Hi man, you don't have to ......"

"Shut up."

Zhao Qian said coldly, and murderous aura involuntarily emerged from his every look and movement.

The creatures that were still chirping all around them were silent at the moment.

Putting away the gun, the black man on the opposite side, who didn't dare to move, gasped.

By the light of the fire, he took a closer look around.

The somewhat shattered train platform, which had been blown up by something, was much bigger than he had imagined.

Follow the old Evan who collected the gun in front of him, open the door and follow the old dug tunnel to the gathering place.

It is worth mentioning that although the gathering place was originally only an abandoned bomb shelter, they seem to have been inspired by the excavation of some of the earlier mines. Connecting the area of your activity to the sewers in the town that has not completely collapsed (this is a large town not far from the big city) greatly saves time in finding resources and improves the safety of going out.

And then there was a night watchman like Old Evan who kept an eye on the environment.

Glancing at the two of them, there was some silence, and the black man was obviously still a little uncomposed. He stared at the two magazines in Zhao Qian's hand, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

This guy was going to kill me just now.

The black man thought, not even hearing anything from his companion.

It's just that the next second he stood up like a frightened old dog.

"Bang! Da! Da! Da! ”

The gun rang out, and the gun was raised again in an instant.

The same goes for old Evan.

But it wasn't the guns fired by each side.

Zhao Qian didn't move, he listened to the loud gunshots coming from out of nowhere in the snowy night outside the abandoned train station.

There was no sound.

He heard better than these people.

The intermittent sound was mixed with the howls of wild beasts.

People?

Zhao Qian thought, but Old Evan dragged him into the iron gate.

It wasn't their responsibility, because the handover was over, and the old man didn't want to get into even the slightest trouble that might have something to do with those things.

Because, trouble, is dead.