Glanced at the expressionless soldier, Qi Lin bypassed the conscription point and quickly walked into the material trading market.

You don’t have to continue playing in the death game "Wasteland Survival Code", which may attract many people who are unsustainable in the game. According to those in the black market, at least hundreds of people used up their three chances of resurrection on the first day of the game. Those people were either cut off by their master’s brain and squatted in the room and waited for death, or were dissatisfied with protests and were arrested and thrown on the ground...

Although being exiled does not mean starving to death, those who can die in the game four times on the first day will probably not live long when they reach the real wasteland...

Play games or be cannon fodder, and choose one of the multiple-choice questions, but for those with weak strength, the ending is basically the same.

Qi Lin did not intend to go to the envoy. Although with his precise shooting skills at the time, it was more than enough to be a sniper instructor in this era, he did not want to have too much to do with the army.

No matter how strong his personal combat power is, he cannot control his life and death on a battlefield of more than a thousand people. Qi Lin does not want to be beaten to death by those rebels holding 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 supplies, the canned food prices in the trading market also rose a lot. Qi Lin spent fifteen resources to buy three canned bacon from the fat man who looked like a butcher in clothes.

Looking at the trademark, the canned food is canned sardines before the end of the world. There is also a black trademark on the surface of the tinplate that is torn to a half, but it contains pieces of raw meat cut with fat and thinness, and the surface of the raw meat is sprinkled with coarse salt flowers.

"This price is not expensive! Nowadays, those pigs in pig farms can't buy them even if they spend money! I have to rely on their relationship!" The fat boss said loudly. His attitude towards such a "big customer" who buys three canned meat at one time will definitely not be bad.

Qi Lin looked at the cans at most no more than 200 grams each in his hand and said thoughtfully: "Are you talking about the material crisis in the shelter next door?"

"Not! Just in the morning, there were those who were wearing gray skin, who forced a wave of canned food at a low price and said they wanted to go to disaster relief. I'm really good! In my opinion, it's better to let those people starve to death!"

Those who wear gray skin are the despicable names of the people in the shelter to those "executors" who give managers, masters and the army, because they all wear gray uniforms - the army is gray canvas for training uniforms, while the executor wears a small vest outside the gray flannel shirt, and the badge on the back of the vest represents the department where he works.

Instead of taking the fat boss's words, Qi Lin carefully put the can into the ragged backpack behind him and tied it tightly with a hemp rope.

At this moment, a riot suddenly broke out in a corner of the market. A short figure knocked away the crowd and ran out. After two seconds, the two executors also chased after him, shouting, "Catch that boy, rebel!"

The rebel? Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'll go and see the fun", and ran over.

There were no real rebellions in the shelter No. 187. Most of the so-called uprisings were just spontaneous newspaper behaviors by some people who were dissatisfied with their lives. The time Xiao Lei wanted to participate before was completely a trap planned by managers.

The market was suddenly in an uproar, with screams from people who were trampled, panic shouts, and roars when they caught people who were snatching fish and stealing things. But more of them were people's excited cheers and noisy steps. The reason was that an executor shouted: "Catch that rebel, you will be rewarded!"

Qi Lin also got into the "accusation brigade". He found that among these people, except for the two executors and two soldiers, most of them were dressed in tatters, and they were obviously some people who could not even eat to eat. If they were lucky enough to get the bounty, they would not have to worry about eating and drinking for at least a while.

The small man in front was extremely flexible and was traveling around in the dense crowd of people in the market. Soon, he ran to the edge of the market.

The material trading market in the neutral area is a circular hall carved out from hard rocks, with a diameter of nearly one kilometer. There are countless searchlights for lighting hanging on the top of the rock walls, and the edge area is a well-connected path that is man-made. Some lead to the middle residential area and some lead to several main tunnels in the slums.

The rebel looked back and then got into a very narrow passage. When Qi Lin saw that it was a road leading to a slum.

The rebels did not carry backpacks and had no breathing mask on their bodies. After entering the labyrinth and poisonous tunnel, they were almost no different from suicide. The pursuers looked at each other, and the faces of those who did not have breathing masks suddenly became ugly.

Even if I go back to get it now, I guess the rebels would have been caught by others when I come back.

Those who wear breathing masks rushed towards the passage almost the next second - the entrance to the passage was very narrow, and only one person could enter at a time, and no one was willing to let others seize the opportunity.

Qi Lin was the sixth entry passage. After walking through an aisle that was more than 30 meters long, he entered a small room. At the end of the room was a damaged airtight door. The handle of the door was twisted off and threw it into the mechanical valve that pushed the metal door. In this way, the internal parts would be stuck when the entire door was closed, resulting in the airtight door not being completely closed, but not being fully opened.

"This little bastard! I have to whip him a dozen times first when I catch him!" An executor in a gray uniform said hatefully. Qi Lin paid attention to the badge on his vest. It was a shield with two crossed swords on it - the "Public Security Department". The only violent agency in the shelter except for the regular army, responsible for assisting the army in public security management, is equivalent to the police before the end of the world, but the quality of these people is incomparable to the police.

"Sir, look... what should I do?" One of the people who followed him asked with some compliment.

"What else can you do? You guys, pry the door open for me! Is it? I want to make another trip to repair the airtight door! Is it his?" The executor cursed and directed several people, using a steel pipe to pry the stuck airtight door open with violence. There were countless tooth-sourier metal friction sounds inside the door. When you think about it, you can tell how many precision parts were destroyed under this violent method of opening the door.

As soon as the airtight door opened, a suffocating stench floated in. Qi Lin and his men immediately took out their breathing masks and brought them with them... Almost all of these gases were harmful gases, and the concentration of carbon dioxide was terrible. If you take a few more breaths, you would fall into a coma.

The executor obviously forgot to bring a breathing mask. He covered his mouth and nose, looked at the deep tunnel, and then said with some disgust: "I guess the rebels won't run far, just go and retrieve the corpse. Of course, if you come back with the corpse, you won't be able to catch so many people alive!"

After saying that, he quickly turned around and left. The air here is no longer suitable for human breathing.

The remaining few people were wearing huge breathing masks, and no one could see the expression behind the mask. Qi Lin nodded to them and said, "There are many branches in front of them, one for each person, and no one robs anyone of them. Everything depends on luck, how about it?"

"I have no objection."

"Neither I!"

"Okay, I'll choose the one on the left." As soon as Qi Lin finished speaking, a strong man shouted dissatisfiedly: "No, I like that one! Who knows if you saw the rebel running there and deliberately deceived us to choose another fork! "

"Then you go, I'll go the second one." Qi Lin nodded and said indifferently.

In fact, he deliberately "sent" to others. There is never a shortage of suspicious guys like this strong man. Then, he can choose the second one on the side casually.

As for the rebel, if his judgment is correct, he should have chosen the second fork on the left.

It was naturally impossible for Qi Lin to see the rebels running into any tunnel, but there were many footprints on the ground, and a string of petite footprints that were not very conspicuous attracted Qi Lin's attention.

The footprints were very small, either women or children. According to the rebel's body shape, they should be a child, and the footprints were different in depth. Obviously, they were unable to control their pace while running for life in a panic. Based on these two points, the rebel probably ran into the second fork.
Chapter completed!