Chapter 91: depression

After eating, Qi Lin went to the underground black market in Vault 187 as usual.
This rebellion doesn't know how long it will last. Qi Lin must hoard as much as possible while there are still supplies in the market. For him, resource points are not a problem anyway.
However, as soon as he walked into the underground black market, Qi Lin's heart sighed. He has been soaking in the game these days. Unexpectedly, the situation outside has become so serious...
At least two-thirds of the stores in the black market are closed. Although the remaining one-third are still open, there are very few items on the shelves in Yemen.
There is only one word to describe this scene: depression.
Seeing that the stall selling gun parts that he used to trade before was still open, Qi Lin immediately walked over and said hello: "Boss, how is the business these days?"
"What else, you have seen, I guess I will close the stall ahead of schedule today, or should I come tomorrow?
"Ha, isn't it? This thing is good, how many points?" Qi Lin smiled, and picked out a 762mm barrel from the stall. This barrel is well maintained, almost wear-free, and the length is also It is convenient to intercept and modify, and it is a good general standard part.
"220 o'clock." The boss glanced casually and said, "Your eyes are still so poisonous. This is the product that came from next door yesterday."
220 points, although this barrel is indeed good, but the price is almost double the previous.
"So expensive?" Qi Lin frowned.
"I can't help it. Although there is no shortage of goods, there are fewer buyers, and the prices of those who sell food have increased again, so I can only increase the price." The boss sighed, took out half of the cigarette holder from his pocket, and used The fire sickle was lit, he took a sip of enjoyment, and then patted Qi Lin on the shoulder: "Our brothers are also old acquaintances. Brother, please listen to my persuasion. Don't make any guns now. You can't sell them. People are dying next door every day, now there are more guns than people..."
More guns than people?
Although the boss didn't say this directly, Qi Lin immediately estimated the severity of the battle in Vault 188.
Refuge No. 187 originally had 400 troops. If the individual equipment is calculated according to the package, the equipment inventory of each refuge can be three times the number of the standing army, which is 1,200.
But in the past few days, whether it is forced or voluntary, the number of new recruits is at least 2,000. Even if there is a small number of recruits with their own equipment, the inventory will definitely not be able to satisfy so many recruits.
At least hundreds of people need to buy some firearms scattered among the people in the shelter, or simply pick up sticks on the battlefield.
But now, Qi Lin actually heard that there were more guns on the front line than people? !
Could it be that those recruits were consumed so quickly?
No wonder, along the way, Qi Lin feels that the number of residents has decreased a lot, whether it is a tunnel or a black market. It seems that he has been forcibly recruited, or he is hiding in his own residence and dare not come out.
The strong government order was announced not long after the Wasteland Survival Grand Prix, and Qi Lin also received the news that all residents of Vault 187 between the ages of 16 and 45 must be forced to enlist in the army, or pay a sum of 500 resource points. "Offset tax" can be exempted from military service.
500 resource points is an astronomical amount for many slum players. Most people who cannot pay the "offset tax" can only hide in the room and pray silently for the conscription team. The rebellion can be quelled before opening the door of his own house.
"Thank you, brother, for reminding." Qi Lin sighed, put down the barrel, and then swiped freely to give one thousand resource points to the boss who sold gun parts for free.
Seeing the huge sum of money that suddenly appeared on his account, the boss suddenly opened his eyes, and said in disbelief, "Brother, brother, are you...?"
"Information fee." Qi Lin smiled at the boss, got up and left the booth.
There is no need to continue shopping on the black market anymore. Now the bright trading markets that we are going to go to, food, clean water, vitamins, storage batteries, and fuel are all necessary materials for living in the refuge. Qi Lin will take advantage of it. Before the stock is out of stock, hoard these materials to the greatest extent.
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Although the trading market is more lively than the black market, it is not much better. Residents of several shelters are sparsely picking and picking from the monotonous stalls. Qi Lin glanced at it and found that the stalls were at most bags of synthetic food. , There are potatoes, pancakes and brown bread, as for meat food, there is no trace at all.
As for a shop where Qi Lin often buys canned meat, the door is closed, and a tattered wooden sign is hung outside with the words "out of stock and closed" with a marker.
This time, Qi Lin brought two sacks that can hold 100 kilograms of flour. After spending several times the previous resource points, Qi Lin used various resources to fill the two sacks.
But this amount of supplies is far from enough. If Qi Lin's power is not yet able to carry more weight, he would even want to move the entire trading market back-the small shops in the refuge are not delivered to the door. service.
With this wave of purchases by Qi Lin, prices in the trading market have been driven up by several percentage points. When Qi Lin walked out of the market, he had already clearly felt a few more malicious glances behind him.
There is only one person in Qi Lin, no firearms with him, and so many embarrassing supplies. At this time, it is inevitable that some people will have the idea of ​​taking risks.
"One, two, three, four, five, actually five followed..." Qi Lin walked with two large sacks on his back, carefully distinguishing the footsteps behind him, and passed the game cabin. Qi Lin’s hearing is much better than before.
Due to the rebellion, the number of soldiers and executors patrolling in the refuge is also much less. Just be careful not to be seen by others~EbookFREE.me~ Those who follow can completely disguise Qi Lin as suffocating in the tunnel. The illusion of but they all overlooked an obvious question: how powerful is a person who can carry two bags of more than two hundred kilograms of supplies and still walk easily...
Finally, in a small tunnel with no people, Qi Lin stopped, and the five people behind also hurried up. Two of them quickly circled both sides of the tunnel, and then turned around, Qi Lin formed A trend of encirclement.
"Boy, get to know each other, put down the things on your body, and give us the resource points in the account, and we can let you go!" In front of Qi Lin, one was topless, with a deep stick tied around his waist. The man with the red belt and the muscles all over said viciously.
Through the breathing mask on the man's face, the sound appeared to be a bit of metal collision. He swept it with the corner of his eye. Except for the guy who looked like the boss, the other four people took out their weapons from them: Two people are holding a steel tube with each arm, each holding a pocket knife, and the last one is dragging a long iron chain car lock, each ring on the chain The buckles are as thick as an adult pinky.
"Hurry up! Do as I said, and save yourself the pain!" Seeing that Qi Lin didn't respond, the boss was obviously a little impatient.