"The black metallic texture of that machine gun is indeed charming, but I want a woman more, you see their skin, it is so fair and smooth, it must be very comfortable to press underneath." A young man with a scanned face and a beard could not afford to have a gas mask, so he exposed his head to the air, but he was a mutant and was not afraid of radiation damage for a long time.

This guy is tall and strong, with unusually thick bones and joints, and he is holding an AK47 that even the body of the gun is in tatters, but he still loves it to death, and he has been unconsciously wiping the barrel with his sleeve, which is obviously a habit that has been cultivated all year round.

"Where did these wanderers come from? Are they all crazy? He ran out without wearing protective clothing, and those superb equipment......" Another middle-aged man with a stained and dusty black gas mask chattered, his mouth blaring all kinds of doubts, but unfortunately no one cared about him, obviously familiar with his cautious character.

"Alright, Sholokhov, I'm more concerned about how much food they have in their backpacks, hopefully not frozen black bread, and lend me your scope, which is too small." Grigory saw a few snowflakes fall on the telescope, which was so broken that only a monocular remained, that he quickly wiped it off, fearing that it would get wet and kill the baby.

Paul Jr. and Pavel immediately booed him, in the wasteland after the nuclear war, every little bit of material is extremely precious, and a piece of bread the size of a fingernail is worth the life of two people.

"Hurry up, it's time to do it, if we let the Iron Fist patrol see them, we won't even get a hair." Old Paul got up, carrying his tape-covered AK74 and sneaked up cautiously, and Sholokhov kept his mouth shut, both experienced wasteland adventurers, and this common sense was still there.

Tang Zheng shrank on the third floor of an abandoned building, only showing his tenfold telescope out of the window, observing the pursuers, and only three minutes later, he saw the figure of five people.

"Can the equipment be any worse? Four broken guns, and one person with a homemade crossbow. Tang Zheng muttered, about to burst into tears, each of them was wrapped in a shabby coat or cotton jacket, which was pitch black, and it would not be dirty to this extent if it was not washed for a year, and it was unkempt, and they could no longer see their original appearance.

"It's a wasteland world." Thinking that he was going to live in this kind of world for two years, Tang Zheng shuddered, not to mention the bathing problem, fortunately he brought toilet paper, otherwise he would have been in pain.

The northern outskirts of the city have been bombed by nuclear bombs, so a small part of the buildings are still intact, but they have been uninhabited for more than a hundred years, and they have long been deserted, leaving only an empty shell, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the ground, only a few birds and animals haunt the ghostly city, except for the occasional sight of some wild grasses with strong vitality, and no greenery can be seen, and the whole vision is gray.

"It's so desolate." This kind of environment will give people a sense of depression after watching it for a long time, plus they can only hear their own breathing, even Tang Zheng feels a little depressed and lonely.

The five wasteland residents cautiously passed by the building where Tang Zheng was hiding, except for Pavel and Little Paul, the three middle-aged people were very cautious, stopped and observed the surrounding buildings, because this was the place where Tang Zheng disappeared.

Tang Zheng hurriedly lowered his body and slowly pulled the bolt of the gun, the footprints could not be covered, and he could engage at any time, and then he began to hesitate, leaving a prisoner is for sure, you must know the intelligence, but what about the others? All killed?

"I don't know what their relationship is? If only we could solve the problem with materials. Before figuring out the general information of the city, Tang Zheng decided to pretend to be kind first.

There is no doubt that the other party is hostile, Tang Zheng can see it from their greedy eyes, but these five people just glanced at Tang Zheng's hiding place, they didn't care about him, and continued to chase Qin Yan and his party, in their opinion, one person's bait is too little, and they must use a limited number of bullets to get the maximum prey.

Tang Zheng shrugged his shoulders and followed.

The five adventurers were very familiar with the terrain here, and after a minute, Grigory and Pavel left the group and made a detour, obviously going to the front of Qin Yan and his party to ambush and intercept.

"Good opportunity." After waiting for another minute to make sure they were far away, Tang Zheng hid behind an old car that had already been crawling with rust, and began to shoot at the remaining three old Pauls. The silent city was disturbed by the crisp sound of gunshots, and with two pops, bullets got into Sholokhov's feet, splashing two handfuls of broken snow.

Because of the scarcity of ammunition, the three of them did not fight back, but immediately looked for cover, they did not expect that there was only one person on the other side, and they dared to attack.

"Come out and talk to me, or you'll get a headshot next time." Tang Zheng shot two short shots at the car where Paul was hiding.

"You madman, you don't need money for bullets, it's a waste." Little Paul scolded, since he was a child, he had never seen such a bad guy.

"Russian?" Tang Zheng smiled, these guys don't seem to be ordinary poor, so the negotiation is very likely to be successful.

"I'll shoot thirty bullets and tell me all I know about the city, or you'll die." Tang Zheng roared, and he was not afraid of revealing his position.

"At least fifty." Xiao Baoer couldn't hold his breath and leaked the bottom directly, but was glared at fiercely by his father.

"No way, at least a rifle." Old Paul bargained, but as soon as the words came out, the iron sheet on his head was immediately shot out by a series of bullets.

"Forty, by the way, you'd better hurry up and decide, or those two unlucky ghosts will surely die, and my companions are not as merciful as I am." Tang Zheng had a good time, and in order to prevent possible sniping, he quickly changed his position.

"The other party is very experienced, so there is no way to snipe." Sholokhov put down the SVD, with a gloomy face, "It's hard stubble." ”

"Dad, what should I do? Forty bullets is not a lot. Before little Paul's words fell, a dense gunfire had already sounded in front of him, and he almost jumped up in shock, and shouted in frustration, "You losers, leave the bullets to me." ”

In response to him was a string of bullets, this time even the elder Paul and Sholokhov were distressed, and these bullets could be exchanged for food for two days.

After completely demolishing their morale, Tang Zheng said leisurely, "I also want a guide, do a good job, and there will be another reward." ”

Tang Zheng now has a lot of firearms, in addition to his own thunderstorm rifle and Gauss sniper rifle, there are also three C-level firearms, lossless AK74 and lossless M4A1, in addition to two ordinary M4A1, one AN94, two M1911A1 pistols, a six-barreled machine gun, and one M249, all of which are captured, as for all kinds of bullets, nearly 300,000 rounds, not to mention grenades and AT4, it can be said that Tang Zheng is completely a mobile arsenal.

Tang Zheng picked up a lot of thunderstorm rifles in just two team battles, and let Pang Meiqin Bai Guo and others have one, so he couldn't look down on those ordinary firearms at all, and even the undamaged ones were not in his eyes, otherwise he wouldn't have given the Roaring Death to Miranda as a favor.

The gunfire on the front street stopped, but there were grenade explosions one after another, no need to ask, it was Xiao Lu Fan who was abusing people again, if it was replaced by Pang Meiqin, she would definitely be reluctant to waste an extra bullet, she was holding a thunderstorm rifle and was also full, and she would never fire a shot unless she had to.

Old Paul's faces turned white all of a sudden, and they hesitated.

"Dad, don't hesitate, the grenades thrown by others are enough for us to buy food for a month, and besides, we are so poor, even if you rob others, you probably will have dirty hands." Little Paul is not belittling himself, but seeking truth from facts, listening to the explosion of those grenades, his eyes are green with envy, "This kind of big customer, you can't let it go." ”

"I'll count three times, otherwise the negotiations will be over, and you will wait for death." Tang Zheng knew that he had to give these people some oppression, so he compressed the counting interval very short.

"Wait, I agreed." Old Paul hurriedly agreed, and he also felt sorry for those grenades, and shouted, "Tell your companions not to lose the grenades, give us them, just five." ”

"Put down the gun, come out with your head in your hands, don't worry, I won't bring a gun either." Tang Zheng wanted to keep the secret of the protective suit, so he gave them a feeling that he was afraid of shooting.

"Okay." Old Paul did not hesitate, hung the gun on his chest, and walked out slowly.

"Good." Tang Zheng saw that all three of them had left their hiding place, and they also walked onto the street, and asked, "Can I tell you who you are?" ”

"We're residents of the city, and we all live in the subway cluster, so you wanderers are going there to replenish supplies, right? I can lead the way. Old Paul looked Tang Zheng up and down and asked, "Orientals, you came to your own gathering place?" ”

"Please note that you do not have the right to ask." Tang Zheng warned with a cold face and said, "Which city is this?" How many hangouts are there? ”

"Moscow, as far as I know, there are seven, but I've only been to two of them." Old Paul was very cooperative, but his eyes flashed with the cunning of the wastelanders, "Can you pay ten bullets first?" ”

"No problem." Tang Zheng put his hand behind his back, stretched out his backpack, took out a drum, and shook it, "7.62mm bullet, good answer, this 100-round drum is yours." ”

"What do you want to ask?" Little Paul's eyes were green, staring at the drum in his hand, and then slid to the backpack behind him, guessing what was inside, and then looked at the brand-new AK74 on Tang Zheng's chest, he seemed to smell the delicious smell of gun oil, so he hesitated.

Xiao Baoer began to think about whether hand-to-hand combat could kill him, because Tang Zheng was wearing three protections, and there was no way to judge his strength from his size.

"Don't be impulsive, this kid's voice is very confident, and he dares to walk over, which means that he is not afraid of us at all." Sholokhov's eyes were very sharp, and he looked at Tang Zheng's eyes through the gas mask, and people were not afraid at all, and they regarded them as ants.