Chapter 12: Rebels

　　 glanced at the expressionless soldier, Qi Lin bypassed the conscription point and walked quickly into the material trading market.
To be a soldier, you don’t have to continue playing in the death game of "Wasteland Survival Code", which may attract a lot of unsustainable guys in the game-according to those in the black market, the first day of the game There are at least hundreds of people who have used up the three resurrection opportunities. Those people were either cut off by the mastermind and rationed and squatted in the room waiting to die, or they were arrested and thrown on the ground for disobedience and protest...
　　 Although being exiled does not mean starving to death, but in the first day you can die four times in the game, and it is estimated that you will not live long in the real wasteland...
　　Playing games, or being cannon fodder, choose one of two multiple choice questions, but for those who are weak, the ending is basically the same.
　　 Qi Lin didn't plan to apply. Although he used his precise shooter's marksmanship, he is more than enough to be a sniper instructor in this era, but he doesn't want to have too much relationship with the army.
　　 No matter how strong his personal combat power is, he can no longer control his life and death on a battlefield with more than a thousand people. Qi Lin doesn't want to be killed by the rebels with the guns he made.
　　 As for the "Wasteland Survival Code"... Qi Lin suddenly discovered that this death game is actually quite fun.
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　　 Due to the shortage of materials, the price of canned food in the trading market has also risen a lot. It took Qi Lin a full 15 resource points to buy three cans of bacon from the big fat man who looked like a clothes butcher.
Looking at the trademark, the can is a canned sardine before the end of the world. The surface of the tinplate still has a blackened trademark that is only half torn, but the inside is filled with pieces of fat and thin slices of raw meat. The surface of the raw meat is also sprinkled with coarse particles. Salt flower.
"The price is not too expensive! Now those pigs on the pig farms can't be bought with money! I still have to ask for a relationship!" The big fat boss said loudly, for this kind of three cans of meat at once." "Key customers", his attitude is definitely not bad.
　　 Qi Lin looked at the can of no more than two hundred grams each, and said thoughtfully: "You mean the material crisis in the shelter next door?"
　　 "No! Just in the morning, there were also those wearing gray skins who forcibly collected a wave of canned food at a low price, saying that they would go for disaster relief? It's really Lao Tzu's! In my opinion, it's better to let those people starve to death!"
Those wearing gray leather are the people in the refuge who slander the
executors
who work for the managers, the masterminds, and the military because they all wear gray uniforms—the military is a gray canvas training uniform, and they execute The other is a small waistcoat over the gray flannel shirt. The badge on the back of the small waistcoat represents the department he works in.
　　 Qi Lin didn't pick up the fat boss's words, but carefully put the can into the tattered rucksack behind him, and then tied it with a twine.
At this moment, a riot broke out in a corner of the market. A short figure ran away from the crowd. Two seconds later, two executors also chased out. They chased and shouted: "Grab That kid, rebel!"
　　Rebels? Qi Lin was stunned, and then dropped a sentence: "I'm going to see the excitement", and ran over.
Refuge No. 187 has not experienced several real rebellions. Most of the so-called uprisings were spontaneous newspaper acts by people who were dissatisfied with their lives, while the one that Xiao Lei wanted to participate in before was completely complete. It is a trap planned by managers.
The market was blown up all at once. There were screams from trampled people, panic shouts, and roars of people who caught fish and steal things in troubled waters, but more often, people cheered and noisy. There is no other reason for his footsteps, just because one of the executors shouted: "Catch the rebel, and you will be rewarded!"
Qi Lin also got into the "capture brigade". He found that, except for the two executors and the two soldiers, most of these people were dressed in tattered clothes. Obviously, they were all gangsters. If you can’t get enough food, you’ll be lucky. If you are lucky enough to get the bounty, you won’t have to worry about eating and drinking for a while.
The little man in front of 　　 was extremely flexible. He shuttled around in the dense crowds of the market. It didn't take long before he ran to the edge of the market.
The material trading market in the neutral zone is a circular hall excavated in hard rock with a diameter of nearly one kilometer. There are countless searchlights hanging on the top of the rock wall to illuminate, and the edge area is artificially excavated to extend in all directions. Some of the trails lead to the middle residential area, and the other leads to several main tunnels in the slums.
　　 The rebel army glanced back, and then got into a very narrow passage. Qi Lin saw that it was a road leading to a tunnel in a slum.
The rebels did not carry a backpack, nor did they have a breathing mask on them. Entering the kind of maze-like tunnel full of poisonous gas is almost indistinguishable from suicide. The pursuers looked at each other and the faces of people without breathing masks looked ugly. Up.
　　 Even if I go back to get it now, it is estimated that when I come back, the rebels would have been caught by others.
　　 And those with breathing masks rushed towards the passage with their legs pulled out almost in the next second-the entrance to the passage is very narrow, and only one person can enter at a time. No one is willing to let others seize the opportunity.
Qi Lin was the sixth to enter the passage. After walking through an aisle more than 30 meters long, he entered a small room. At the end of the room was a damaged airtight door-the door opened. The handle was unscrewed and thrown into the mechanical valve that pushed the metal door. As a result, the internal parts would get stuck when the entire door was closed, causing the airtight door to not be completely closed, but it could not be opened completely.
"This little bastard! I have to draw a dozen whips to catch him!" An executor in a gray uniform said bitterly. Qi Lin paid attention to the badge on his waistcoat. It was a shield with two on it. Crossed swords-the "public security department", the only violent organization in the refuge other than the regular army. It is responsible for assisting the military in public security management. It is equivalent to the pre-apocalyptic police, but the quality of these people is incompetent with the police. It's on par.
　　 "My lord, look... what should I do?" one of the people who came with him asked kindly.
"What else can I do! You guys, pry open the door for me! You have to ask Lao Tzu to run for repairing the airtight door! He is!" The executor cursed and directed a few people. A steel pipe used force to pry open the stuck airtight door. There were countless toothy metal rubbing noises inside the door. You can know how many precision parts were destroyed by this violent opening when you think about it with your heel. Under the law.
As soon as the airtight door was opened, a suffocating stench floated in. Qi Lin and the others immediately took out the breathing masks and brought them... Almost all of these gases are harmful gases. The concentration of carbon dioxide is terrible. A few mouthfuls will fall into a coma.
The executor obviously forgot to wear a breathing mask. He covered his nose and mouth, looked at the deep tunnel, and then said with a bit of disgust: "Presumably that rebel can't run far, you can just go and find the body, UU Reading www.uukānshu.com, of course, it’s not that much of a life to come back with the corpse to reward!"
After 　　, he quickly turned around and left. The air here is no longer suitable for human breathing.
The remaining few people put on huge breathing masks. No one can see the expression behind the mask. Qi Lin nodded at them and said: "There are so many branches in the tunnel, one for each person, and no one will grab anyone. Yes, everything depends on luck, how?"
"I have no opinion."
"I do not have either!"
"That's OK, I will choose the one on the far left." Just after Qi Lin finished speaking, a strong man yelled dissatisfiedly: "No, I took a fancy to that one! Who knows if you saw the rebel go there? After running away, we deliberately tricked us into choosing another side road!"
　　 "Then you go, I'll take the second one." Qi Lin nodded and said nonchalantly.
　　 In fact, he deliberately "sent" this first one to others. There is never a shortage of suspicious guys like this brawny among the residents of the refuge, and then he can seem to choose the second one at will.
　　 As for the rebel, if his judgment is correct, he should have chosen the second fork on the left.
　　 It is naturally impossible for Qi Lin to see which tunnel the rebels ran into, but there are many footprints on the ground, and a string of petite footprints that are not very conspicuous has attracted Qi Lin's attention.
The footprints are very small, either a woman or a child, but according to the figure of the rebel, it should be a child, and the footprints are of different shades. Obviously, they can’t control their steps in a panic escape. Combine these two points. Look, that rebel army ran into the second fork in all likelihood.
　　 Several people who came after each chose their own way. Qi Lin also took out a small flashlight from his waist and stepped into the second branch tunnel.