"Hi."
After sitting quietly for more than an hour, Zhao Qian heard the sound from the iron door behind him, and the old man walked out from behind the iron door.
"The people below are coming to take over."
Old Ivan said, his complexion was still rosy due to drinking, but the shabby clothes and an unconcealable smell on his body all showed that this old man had not taken a bath for a long time.
Perhaps much longer than some ordinary people imagine.
"What's wrong" Seeing that the little guy looked back at him but said nothing, Old Yiwen expressed concern.
He glanced at the magazine covers scattered next to the gun parts, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.
If that thing hadn't happened, the little guy in front of him might have had a girlfriend long ago, or he might have had several girlfriends.
"Want to meet a girl?"
Shaked his head.
Zhao Qian glanced at the other party, took out Liqun's box of 15 from his arms and dispersed.
With the attitude of talking less and listening more, he wanted to get more useful information from this old man, but it obviously backfired.
Old Yiwen took the box of foreign cigarettes that looked like newly opened ones.
He didn't smoke them, he just put them under his nose intoxicatedly and smelled them with his eyes closed.
He quickly put them away carefully.
"Hide it well so no one can see it."
The old drunkard said seriously.
"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 rash, he said bitterly.
The tragedy of a corpse whose head was shot from behind with a blunt instrument seemed to reappear in his eyes.
Somewhat surprised.
Zhao Qian didn't show it.
He looked at the person in front of him.
The old man was chattering about how Johnson might have been killed by someone.
Listen quietly.
Zhao Qian could still hear something from the scattered sentences and task prompts.
After the nuclear war, that is, the legendary Judgment Day, the group of people in front of them hid in a bomb shelter near this town that was dug due to the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union in the 20th century.
They were lucky to have escaped at least the first wave of disaster.
The second wave of unexpected disasters completely turned most of the surviving people in this town into a group of rats hiding in underground air-raid shelters.
Terminator. 500, this group of surviving frightened birds could only survive with the help of food collected by some brave people from the town and surrounding areas.
"Okay, Old Ivan."
Through the iron gate, a fairly tall black man came out.
He nodded to the old and young group in front of him, indicating that the handover was ready.
Another black man came out of the iron gate.
Compared with the one outside, he looked a little shorter, but he gave people a very solid feeling.
It is commonly known as short and fat.
The old man picked up the gun parts scattered on the ground, stood up and walked towards the door through which the black people came out.
Zhao Qian also stood up and followed, but after taking a few steps, he seemed to think of something in one of the two magazines, the promotional leaflet.
When I turned around to get it, I found that the black man was holding one of the books and reading it with gusto.
Two handfuls of debris were added to the iron bucket to make the fire with the strange smell in the bucket burn more intensely.
Obviously, this guy who is a male animal focused on the things on the ground that Zhao Qian forgot to take at the first sight.
The girl on the cover undoubtedly makes the opposite sex who has seen many months in the wasteland without taking a shower much more attractive.
"Why don't you go back?"
Glancing at Zhao Qian who was walking not far away, he asked knowingly.
"thing."
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The Oriental boy pointed at the book in his hand.
Fortunately, the somewhat careless 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, Li.
He has the same last name as Bruce, but the difference is that he is famous for his good temper in underground gathering places.
Sometimes he just stays silent when bullied.
Not much was said.
A pistol was pressed against the guy's head before the nigger in front of him could react.
"fuck" The other two people also noticed this, and the stocky black man subconsciously raised his gun, an old Woods.
But he obviously forgot about the old man beside him.
The revolver was held by some old and withered hands.
Three gun confrontation.
"thing."
Several words mixed with slang came out.
Zhao Qian looked at the black man who obediently handed over the magazine.
He didn't seem to feel the oppression of the atmosphere at all.
"Hey man, you don't have to" "Shut up."
Zhao Qian said coldly, murderous intent emerging from his every look and movement involuntarily.
The surrounding creatures that were still chirping now became quiet.
Sheathing the gun, the black man on the other side who didn't dare to move took a deep breath.
With the bright firelight, he carefully looked around.
This train platform, which had been blown to pieces by something, was much bigger than he had imagined.
Follow Old Ivan who was collecting 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 this gathering place only had abandoned air raid shelters at the beginning, as people dug through some of the earlier mines, they seemed to have gained more inspiration.
Connect your activity area with the sewers in the town that have not completely collapsed.
This is a larger town not far from the big city, which greatly saves time in finding resources and improves the safety when going out.
Then there appeared night watchmen like Old Ivan who were always observing the environment.
After looking at the two people, they were a little quiet.
The black man was obviously still not recovered.
He stared at the two magazines in Zhao Qian's hand, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.
This guy would definitely kill me just now. thought the negro, not even hearing a word said by his companion.
But the next second he stood up like a frightened old dog.
"Bang da da da" The gun rang out, and the gun was instantly raised again.
The same goes for old Ivan.
But it was not the shots fired by both sides.
Zhao Qian did not move.
He listened to the loud gunshots coming from nowhere in the snowy night outside the abandoned train station.
There was no sound.
He heard better than these people.
The intermittent sounds were mixed with the howls of wild beasts.
Human?
Zhao Qian thought, but Old Yiwen dragged him into the iron gate.
This was not their responsibility, because the handover was over, and the old man didn't want to get into any more trouble that might be related to those things.
Because trouble can kill people
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