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After hearing this word mentioned by the other party, Qi Lin can basically be sure that these military policemen were treated as purging each other by this repressive operation and were forced to flee to the surface...but why were they not given by free will? Containment?

At this time, the humans in the refuge can basically be regarded as senior players of the "Wasteland Survival Code". They absolutely understand a truth, that is, the more people are on the wasteland, the more likely it is to survive. The bigger, and if you choose to act alone or in small groups, unless you have some absolute confidence in your own strength, otherwise, just a little accident is enough to make you never see the sun tomorrow.

And this kind of "small accidents", in this completely changed world, the frequency of occurrence can be said to be not low at all.

"To be honest, I think we should have followed that group of people. Maybe they were really a resistance organization." said a military policeman.

"You believe it? Anyway, I don't believe it? The organization method is not clear to others. Is it not clear that you have been a military police for so long? I think that "free will" is completely a trap. Maybe those who are taken away are now All have been killed!" The man sitting opposite the military police retorted.

At this moment, the man who went out to catch the wind also came back. Apart from anything else, he first drew out a knife and cut off a large piece of undercooked barbecue, and gorged himself without paying attention to the hot mouth.

"Follow him, in this world, one day is one day!" The gendarme who spoke at the beginning stopped arguing with his comrades, and reached out to the barbecue set on the bonfire.

"I don't want to die like this, I'm not married yet—"

"Don't even think about getting married. You can't even find a woman in this horrible place. You can choose a zombie girl or Thumbelina."

"Eh... the zombie ladies are very energetic, as long as the place is not rotted, I really want to play with it!" It is a Slav who is called a fighting nation, Mao Zi's speech was instantly caught by his companions. Shocked as a god.

"Fuck, old Ivan, do you taste heavy enough? Zombies have to hang on? Are you afraid to bite you off?"

"Cykablyat! I can break the teeth of that zombie lady by hardening, don't you?"

The conversation among the several military police gradually became "meat and fishy", and the barbecue on the shelf was also rapidly diminishing visible to the naked eye.

After more than half an hour, no other people appeared. It seems that they really only have these six people.

Qi Lin thought for a while, and finally decided that these military policemen would make contact. He put his weapon back behind him and walked out of the hiding place on his own initiative.

"Who? Come out! Or you'll shoot!"

Qi Lin did not deliberately hide his footsteps. Among the several military police there were also keen evolutionaries. Even though they had already raised their weapons, they aimed at Qi Lin who had not yet emerged from the shadows.

"It's not the enemy! Don't be nervous!" Qi Lin raised his hand and signaled that he was not carrying a weapon. He walked to a place ten meters away from the bonfire and stood still.

The six military police were looking at him warily, and he was looking at them.

"Who are you? Why do you appear here? Do you have any other companions?" The Maozi who was called Iwan by his companion asked first.

"Sorry, I can't tell you my name, I can only tell you that I am on the way to escape just like you." Qi Lin muttered.

"Who told you that we were running for our lives?" Mao Zi squinted his eyes, and the front sight of the submachine gun in his hand had been wandering back and forth on Qi Lin's forehead, throat and chest.

"You said it yourself."

"You've been eavesdropping on our conversation? How long have you been listening?!" The expressions of several military policemen changed slightly, Qi Lin could perceive that the force of their fingers holding the trigger increased a bit. You may shoot yourself at any time.

"It's about half an hour, you know, I'm also being chased by the organizer, and I'm alone, so naturally I have to be more cautious." Qi Lin replied.

"Are you alone? Are you being pursued by the organization? Are you the target of being purged?" Mao Zi seemed to be the leader of this team, and he kept throwing questions at Qi Lin one after another.

Qi Lin can conclude that as long as there are any questions in his answer, he will shoot for convenience without hesitation.

He can kill these people easily, but this is not his purpose. All he wants is gasoline, and there is a square gasoline drum at the feet of these military police, similar to the rust on the drum. And stains can confirm that this thing should come from the abandoned city rather than the underground world. It can be seen that these people should have found gasoline in the ruins.

As for whether there is only this barrel or more gasoline, Qi Lin cannot be sure.

"Yes, you are basically right. I am also the victim of that **** purge." Qi Lin nodded.

"Can you take off your mask? If I refuse, I will shoot? We don't mind killing you. To be honest, I still have some eyesore for your equipment."

"You'd better not shoot." Qi Lin glanced at that Maozi and pulled down the mask on his face.

In order to conceal his identity, Qi Lin also wore a simulated human skin mask under the mask. Even if these military police had seen his wanted order, what appeared to them at the moment was only a strange and ordinary one. Only face.

Maozi glanced at Qi Lin, the wariness in his eyes faded slightly, and continued to ask: "You really have only one person? Alone... How did you escape from the ground? You'd better tell the truth, don't Brothers are all considered fools—and, the spear on your back, is it a Gauss gun? What is your identity? Why do you have such equipment?"

"I am a soldier of the Special Forces in the Sixth District. I was ordered to cooperate with the people of'free will' to transfer the survivors of this cleansing operation. The large group of troops dispersed and ended up here." Qi Lin had already figured out his identity and reason when he walked out of the shelter. When the other party asked, he immediately spoke out very smoothly, without any signs of casual fabrication.

In addition, the tactical overalls prepared by the mastermind for him are indeed the styles used by the Special Forces of the Sixth District. Except for the absence of identity markers such as armbands on his body, his dress is indeed the same as the soldiers of the Special Forces of the Sixth District.

"The enemy's enemy is a friend. In other words, we should be friends." Qi Lin shrugged.

"We and you are not friends, and you know that this is wasteland, a place where people can eat people. If you take the initiative to show up, there must be some attempt!" The guns of the military police still did not lower, but they learned After Qi Lin’s identity, they did not dare to shoot at will. The Special Forces in District 6...Although they don’t know the true strength of this force, none of them can be called Special Forces within the organization. It's good stubbornness. If you didn't get rid of this person in the first time, I'm afraid you will have to take a few lives.

"Yes, I do have something to want." Qi Lin nodded and pointed to the oil barrel at the feet of the military police, "I want gasoline, do you still have it?"

"Gasoline?" Mao Zi glanced at the oil drum with some confusion, then turned his gaze back to Qi Lin, "You want gasoline... So, do you have transportation?"

"You can understand it this way." Qi Lin deliberately pulled out a seemingly harmless, but dangerous smile in the eyes of this group of military police, and stretched out two fingers.

"I want 20 liters of gasoline. Of course, I won't let you give it in vain. I can change it."

"Change things? Okay, since you have a car, then use your car to change the gasoline." Maozi said.

"Do you want a car?"

"Nonsense, we've searched all the cars in this horrible place. They are all **** scrapped. No one can drive. If we had a car, we would have left here long ago!"

"The car is given to you, what use do I need gasoline for?"

"I don't care, if you want gasoline, you can change it with a car!"

"But I only have one car, and it's a motorcycle. I can only carry three people on my budget. The problem is... you have six people..."

As soon as Qi Lin's voice fell, the atmosphere between the six military police suddenly became a little tense, and they invariably took part of their attention from Qi Lin and placed them on their companions.

"Bah! Disturbance, right? Do you believe it or not, I'll make a hole in your forehead now?" Another military police suddenly spit at Qi Lin.

"It doesn't matter who opens a hole for whom..." Qi Lin said, his hands still held in front of him, and he didn't mean to go behind and touch a gun, but the pressure on these military police was A lot has been added invisibly.

There is a secret feeling among the evolutionaries. Although they don't know what Qi Lin's real level is, the pressure can still be felt... This guy who claims to be a special forces soldier in front of him, The level is definitely able to crush them, their only advantage is the number of people and the opportunity to pull the trigger first.

This guy is right. Once the two sides start a fight, the result is indeed still unknown...

"Well, we can slow down this transaction. I still have something to ask you." Mao Zi coughed, and slightly eased the tension between the two sides, and asked Qi Lin, "Since you Saying that you were working with that "free will" before, what kind of organization is this "free will"? Is it reliable? Where are the survivors sent?"

"I don't know if'free will' is reliable or not. In short, I'm just obeying orders, but I know where the survivors are going."

"Where have they all gone?"

"'Free Will' has established a safe stronghold on the surface, where there is enough living space and living supplies, and the survivors are sent to that place. To be honest, I am also planning to rush there. go with."

"Safety stronghold?! Where? How far is it from here?!" Maozi's breathing became a little hurried, in their minds, if this "free will" is just a means for an organization to kill survivors If there is no need to establish a complete stronghold on the ground, only a large enough pit is enough, but if there is a safe stronghold... it means that those who claimed to be "free will" before The news told them is true!

Thinking of the food, bedding, and beds in the stronghold, and maybe there are places to bathe, the hearts of these gendarmes must be shaken.

"What you said is true?"

"Believe it or not, even if I want to pit you, I don't need to pit myself in." Qi Lin had an indifferent expression on his face.

"Well, if you want gasoline, we can give it to you, but the condition is that you have to take us to see the safe stronghold of'free will'. If this stronghold is really like what you said, you have to Guaranteed to allow us to enter the stronghold."

"Although this request is a bit troublesome, it is not impossible... However, you have to show me the'goods'. I have to make sure that you really have enough gasoline before I can agree to this condition."

After the gendarmes looked at each other, Ivan waved at Qi Lin and said, "Come with me."

Three gendarmes stayed by the bonfire. Ivan, the "fourth" with a large-caliber assault rifle, and another young gendarme with Qi Lin, walked through several blocks and came to a place. At the entrance of the bunker.

"This is the fortification left by the army of the old age?"

Looking at the narrow entrance to the bunker and the waist-high sandbags piled up at the entrance, Qi Lin couldn't help but ask ~lightnovelpub.net~ it shouldn't be. We didn't find the standard equipment of the old army in it, only some police use. Weapons and simple home-made firearms, this should be the stronghold of a group of thugs. "Ivan and the others turned over the sandbags, pushed open the rusty iron door, and walked into the bunker.

A gendarme put a camping lamp on the table, and the light instantly illuminated the entire bunker-this is a bunker with an area of ​​about 100 square meters. In addition to the main hall, there is a bathroom and two rooms that are used as It was a bedroom room. The bathroom was full of dry human feces and garbage. One of the bedrooms was covered with dirty and rotten bedding and several dusty sleeping bags on the floor.

A dozen used condoms were thrown next to the sleeping bag. Several apparently female bones fell in the corner. Their hands and feet were tied together by ropes. It seems that these women should have been taken captive by the thugs. Vent tool...

"What about the thugs in this stronghold?"

"Some of them were mutated by radiation and turned into zombies, and then the entire stronghold was finished." Ivan kicked the door of another bedroom with a kick, and a rancid smell immediately spread from inside. I saw the corpses of three zombies collapsed on top of a pile of bones, and on the corpses of these three zombies, there were a few "fresh" bullet holes.

It seems that this mob stronghold encountered almost the same plot as that of the club.

"What about gasoline?"

"Don't worry." Ivan waved his hand, and the fourth one immediately pushed the table in the main hall of the stronghold to one side and lifted the floor. A dozen barrels of well-preserved gasoline appeared in front of Qi Lin.

"There is a small amount of evaporation, but at least about two-thirds of each barrel is left, how can it be 50 or 60 liters in total, what do you think?" Ivan asked Qi Lin.