Chapter 392 Weapons and Gold Bars

The oxygen content in the air in the tunnels of the shelter is extremely low, which cannot even satisfy the normal breathing of human beings. If you smoke here, a cigarette will be extinguished after only a few puffs after it is lit.

It is not bad to extinguish it. In some tunnels, the accumulated corpses rot and ferment in an oxygen-deficient environment, which will generate a large amount of methane, which is commonly known as methane. None of the bodies could be found.

Since the red shirts want to smoke, they must not smoke in the tunnel, and as far as Qi Lin knows, the nearest place with open gas supply equipment is a small trading market, although the trading hours have passed , The gas supply pipeline in the market has also been closed. However, compared with the tunnel, the air environment there is quite good.

Although it stinks a bit, at least it can make people take off the breathing mask on their faces.

The member of the Red Shirt Gang walked 20 to 30 meters, and he made several finger-sized holes in the breathing mask he made with tools, and the inferior cigarette he was holding came out of one of the holes. .

He took out another plastic lighter from his pocket, flicked it lightly, and with a "click", the electric spark flashed, and a small flame burst out, but before he could put the cigarette together Going up, the faint flame went out with a puff.

The oxygen content is too low to support combustion at all.

"Oh shit!"

The man cursed and struck the fire a few more times, but each time it went out faster and faster. In the end, there were only electric sparks flashing past.

At this time, he realized that the lack of oxygen in the tunnel made it impossible to light the lighter, cursed a few more words, and then walked unsteadily in the direction of the trading market.

The trading market is a full 500 meters away from here. If you do it at this distance, you can absolutely guarantee that you won't attract the attention of another red shirt gang.

Qi Lin followed closely behind each other, and the two walked more than 200 meters one after the other. Qi Lin suddenly accelerated, and quickly got close to the back of the Red Shirt Gang. Covering his mouth and nose with his hands, he clenched his right hand into a fist, and punched him on the opponent's lower abdomen!

"Well--"

Before the Red Shirt Gang could realize what had happened, they felt an unbearable pain in their abdomen, and immediately groaned in pain.

After punching, Qi Lin quickly took out a black plastic bag and put it on the head of the red-shirted gang, then grabbed the opponent's wrist with both hands and twisted it——

"ah--"

The pain of the dislocated wrist caused the red shirt gang to scream again, but just as he was about to call for help, he suddenly found that a cold and sharp blade was resting on his neck, and the edge of the blade had already A small portion cut into the skin.

This feeling of approaching death instantly made the hairs on his body stand upside down, and he froze in place, not daring to move. At this moment, even the dislocated wrist didn't seem to hurt so much.

There was a smell of foul smell, and Qi Lin lowered his head, only to find that the other party's pants were soaked, and urine was continuously dripping down the trousers on the ground.

So cowardly? Qi Lin was taken aback, it seemed that this guy was quite afraid of death... Since he was afraid of death, it would be very easy to ask something out of this guy's mouth.

"Don't...don't kill me...food, resource points...whatever you want...I'll give you..." After a few seconds, the red shirt gang trembled and said, obviously, he regarded Qi Lin as a It is the kind of gangster who lurks in remote tunnels and robs single pedestrians.

"Don't make a sound, I just want to ask a few questions." Qi Lin lowered his voice and said in a hoarse voice, dragging the red shirt gangbang into a remote fork road, Then he dug a small hole in the black plastic bag covering the opponent's head, just enough to expose the mouth and nose, and put on the opponent's breathing mask.

The inside of the breathing mask is lined with a filter that can filter toxic and harmful gases, and a plastic tube is connected to the bag below that is used to hold the oxygen generator. If there is no such thing, ordinary people only need to stay in the tunnel environment He would suffocate in minutes, and he didn't want that member of the Red Shirts to pass out before he finished his question.

"You...what do you want to ask? As long as you don't kill me, I'll tell you whatever you ask!" The view of the red shirt gang was completely blocked by the black plastic bag. He couldn't see Qi Lin's appearance. From Lin's sudden attack until he was dragged in here, the only thing he could be sure of was that the guy who hijacked him was far more powerful than himself, and it only took a moment to kill him.

The members of the Red Shirt Gang who recognized the facts quickly became very obedient—few people are not afraid of death, especially gang members like them who often oppress the poor but are also at the bottom of the refuge society. I am even more afraid of death.

"Tell me, what kind of business is the 'big business' that your gang leader refers to." Qi Lin patted the other party's cheek with a dagger, and asked in a deep voice.

"What, what? What are you asking?" The members of the Red Shirt Gang obviously didn't expect that Qi Lin would kidnap him, and asked such a weird question.

"I said, your boss recently asked you to keep a low profile for a 'big business'. So, what is the content of this 'big business'?" Qi Lin repeated the question in more detail.

"Why do you ask this?" The members of the Red Shirt Gang were a little shocked.

"Now I am asking you, not you. If you want to survive, answer me honestly." Qi Lin said, turning the dagger in his hand, and using the handle to stick it on the red shirt to help the crowd. The top of the dislocated wrist.

"Ah... ah...!!"

The opponent let out another scream, and Qi Lin moved the dagger away.

"I... I also... I don't know... The matter of the gang leader... How can we let small characters like us know..." The red shirt gang said in a panic, panting heavily.

"You really don't know?"

"I... I really don't know..." Hearing this guy's tone, it seemed like he was about to cry.

Qi Lin was a little depressed, and the Red Shirt Gang didn't seem to be lying—if the Red Shirt Gang really wanted to make a big move, out of secrecy, a guy with no status in the gang like the one in front of him, It's reasonable to not know.

However, in view of the recent chaos in the game world, Qi Lin couldn't help but wonder... the so-called "big business" of the Red Shirt Gang, isn't it planning to rebel?

Thinking of this, Qi Lin's heartbeat can't help but speed up a little - although he doesn't have a good impression of the official shelter, but if the No. 187 shelter is also caught in the storm of rebellion, then it means that Qi Lin's life is stable It's over.

"Let me ask you a few more questions. First, have your gang bought a lot of new guns and ammunition during this time?"

The red shirt gang members nodded, and then shook their heads.

"What do you mean? Yes or no?"

"That...although there are a lot of guns in the gang, but they are not bought, but given by others." The red shirt gang said in a hurry.

"Sent it? Who sent it?"

"I don't know..." The Red Shirt Gang shook their heads, "I've never seen that group of people before. Just a few days ago, they moved several large boxes into a warehouse controlled by our gang. Then I left, I got curious and took a sneak peek, there were brand new guns and bullets inside, and a whole small box of gold bars!"

As if afraid that Qi Lin would not believe it, he twisted his butt with great effort, and said, "I secretly took one and hid it in a hidden pocket in the inner layer of my trousers—"

Hearing this, Qi Lin took off his worn-out overalls, and sure enough, a small gold bar the size of a finger was stuffed in a hidden pocket inside the trousers.

This is an investment-type gold bar issued by commercial banks in the old days. The surface is slightly worn, the purity is 99.99%, and the net weight is 50 grams. In the old days, such a small gold bar could be sold for a price of 10,000 to 20,000 RMB.

There is only the name of the issuing bank, weight, purity and a serial number on the gold bar, but there is no other information.

I want a recommendation ticket and a monthly ticket, but without a ticket, the motivation to code words is almost gone...orz