The Executor of the Heavens: Beginning with the Watch Dogs

Chapter 97 A New Departure Preparation
Busy until the next morning, Hunter still didn't come back, and now Xie Yuan had to arrive at Polis Station as he promised.

But to say that Hunter is dead... He thinks it is impossible, because he can't feel that Hunter's ghost has come here.

Twenty years of research on the mind and body made him already at the fifth level at the age of 20. This is also one of the means by which he can suppress the dark ones and quickly sense mutant monsters.

This method can also perceive death. In his cognition, Hunter is not dead, but he just hasn't come back...

Could it be lost?Xie Yuan had a guess in his heart.

The adoptive father Alexei also supported this theory, so he still asked Xie Yuan to wait a little before sending the dog tag over.

But Xie Yuan still insisted on sending it as soon as possible, because the black monster really needs talents with the ability and means to target at the level of the four major forces. No matter what the black monster wants to do, he must do something to express that he is not capable enough alone.

Another point, Xie Yuan also wants to see these superpowers.

Alexei, who couldn't hold back his adopted son, could only ask Xie Yuan to wait another night, because there happened to be a caravan going to Riga station tomorrow, and they were recruiting bodyguards.

Xie Yuan agreed, and it was easy.

When I woke up the next morning, there was still no news from Hunter... I guess I was really lost.

"Artyom! You're finally awake! Are you still leisurely and leisurely as usual?" It was the young Eugene from the same station who came in to call people. He was also one of the guards. The Hanseatic League issued them wearing tactical armor Armor and sweater cut together clothes.

He came in and reminded Xie Yuan, "Okay, take your equipment and go to the platform; they are waiting for us...I will wait for you there. By the way, Artem, don't delay anything."

Xie Yuan also turned on the light, looked at the things that needed to be taken: notebook, mission record + map board, and his Amsel lighter, kettle, two boxes of military bullets... hang these luggage on your body After that, Xie Yuan went out.

In fact, it's just going out of the room, after all, there are still weapons that haven't been taken yet.

Every room in the subway station has been fully utilized, and they have become the housing of every resident. From these small alleys, you can hear the emotions of many people.

Xie Yuan always believed that after a nuclear explosion, people would definitely be destroyed, but Xie Yuan was also conquered by the fact during the 20 years he lived in the subway: as long as there is still a little hope in his heart, human beings can live longer than cockroaches.

But it's a little sloppy.

After walking up the steps, you will see a bustling "community", from those listening to speeches and sitting on benches in a daze, to those who sell things and those who do business.

Even the detention room for wrongful detention is just below the bulletin board, after all, how much space there is in the subway station.

Not long after he came in, a man sitting on a bench in a daze stopped Xie Yuan, and beside him was a dirty bear doll.

"Artyom, please...my son is seriously ill, can you give me two cartridges?" The man tried his best to promise, "I will return them to you as soon as possible."

"Oh, that's the last word I don't believe." Xie Yuan murmured in his heart. Two cartridges are already a huge sum of money in the subway. He only takes two cartridges when he goes out. It seems that the child is not clear .

But Xie Yuan still took out the bullet in his pocket and handed it to him, because now in the subway, everyone alive is precious.

"Take it and cure the child first, and pay it back slowly." Xie Yuan solemnly handed the bullet into the man's hand, "I won't be back for a while, don't worry."

"Thank you, Artem!" The man's expression finally relaxed, "I knew you were reliable."

Xie Yuan just smiled and didn't respond, and started to walk through the gun shop... There is no money here without a gun, but Xie Yuan just spent all the money.

Then I dodged a few crazy kids, walked through bars and markets, which were actually stalls on the side of the road, and came to the armory.

Eugene on one side is urging: "Artem, where is your equipment? Go to the arsenal to get some equipment!"

The meaning of the armory to each subway station is similar to the meaning of the arsenal to the country. It stores all kinds of dual-use weapons and ammunition exchanged, picked up, and self-made.

The administrator and director of the armory was a tall man in a felt hat who had been a technician in a manufacturing company before the war.He wears very nice glasses, it's a pity that every subway relic wears very heavy and old clothes these days, and the technician's waistcoat is faded and shiny.

Seeing Xie Yuan, the administrator greeted him very kindly: "Hi, Artem! Do you need a weapon?"

After getting Xie Yuan's nod, the administrator leaned down and looked for it in the gun cabinet below: "Okay, I'll look for it..."

After a while, he pulled out an earthen weapon from the cabinet - a submachine gun.

"Ah..." Xie Yuan wailed as if he had collapsed, "Can I use the gun I made myself? It's made of a lathe."

When Xie Yuan was 18 years old, his universal tool could be officially used.In order to improve his life, when he was clearing out monsters and bandits in the subway tunnel, he secretly made a pile of iron materials into a pile of parts with the help of a universal tool, and then assembled a small lathe and a Small punch.

Therefore, in the production of military industry, the exhibition hall has a greater production capacity than ordinary subway stations. Xie Yuan himself sometimes works part-time with the administrator to make guns.

For example, imitating EMP-44 submachine guns and MP3008 submachine guns, and sometimes making some shell guns... Anyway, it is the wool of the Third Reich.

"No!" the administrator rebuffed, "You are just going to Riga Station, you don't need such a good gun. Your father will not agree to issue it to you.

You don't want to be robbed as soon as you arrive at the station, do you?You must know that the guns you made are basically reserved by the Hanseatic League, so you can imagine how precious it is. "

Xie Yuan could only curl his lips speechlessly. This was the crudest submachine gun in the world during World War II, but it was still easier to use than the homemade submachine gun in his hand now.

"And don't underestimate this 5.45mm submachine gun, which is also made by our armory." The administrator pulled the bolt of the submachine gun, showing that it is still full of elasticity, "The accuracy of the head is very poor, and it will overheat after a few hits — that's why they called it the "Asshole Gun," hahaha."

After laughing, he still firmly put the gun on the counter, which means: either accept this gun, or go to the gun shop to buy it yourself.

But how could Xie Yuan have the money to buy a gun? He had just lent it to someone for medical treatment, so he could only accept the gun with a bad face.Ever since I had a lathe in my subway station, I have never made a bastard gun, which means that this gun was either collected from outside, or it was six years old.

Seeing that Xie Yuan had put away the gun, the administrator took out two short magazines for submachine guns from the drawer...Bunban: "Remember to shoot in short bursts, Artem... I'll give you some more bullets."

"Alas." Xie Yuan could only hold these 30 bullets, and the capacity of the bullet plate was 15 bullets, two of which was about 30 bullets.

What's interesting is that if the hybrid gun fires 10 rounds in a row without stopping, it will overheat, and the barrel will swell and jam. It's just so firm.

After handing out the bullets, the administrator took a hand-cranked generator to the counter, which consisted of a flashlight, rechargeable batteries, and a hand-crank: "This is a universal charger that can charge your battery."

Yu pulled out a gas mask: "Here's another gas mask. Remember to wear it when you're going through a high-radiation zone...or—God bless you—on the ground."

"Give me two more canisters!" Xie Yuan put away the charger and gas mask, pleading.

"Let's find a few more on the way. This is a military first aid kit. In case of any accident, you will need it." The administrator took out a small orange box from under the table.

It was actually morphine and a few bandages, but Xie Yuan accepted it anyway, it might be useful on the road.

"Okay, I'll give you what I have to give you, my friend. Now you can try the gun in my shooting range." The administrator spread his hands and waved, "Remember, don't put your head in the firefight. come out."

"Hmm...give me two more knives." Xie Yuan checked the equipment and felt that something should be added. "The bullets may not be enough."

"Knife..." The administrator was in trouble, scratching his head, "Your father told you not to touch the knife this trip, he was always afraid that you would swing the knife at humans, because your skills would scare people.

To be honest, I don’t know how you learned your skills. I just watched it once, and I was afraid when I watched it from the side. "

"Will you give me six more bullets in the magazine, or give me two knives?" Xie Yuan really felt that the firepower was insufficient, "You can't watch me outside because of insufficient ammunition and have an accident!"

"Six? You still really know how to speak like a lion," the administrator shook his head as soon as he heard it. He could only compromise and take out the two short knives wrapped in cloth from under the table and put them on the counter. You two."

"Well... okay." Looking at the two butterfly double knives made by himself, Xie Yuan could only put the knives away with depression, and the administrator also showed a satisfied smile.

The style of Russian knives is very rough, but now the resources of the subway are scarce, so they generally use scrap iron to make a long-backed knife, the style is similar to the phoenix knife, and it does not exceed 30cm.

As for folding knives and thick-back hunting knives...they have basically disappeared here. The former cannot be made, and the latter is a waste of iron. In fact, Xie Yuan's butterfly double knife is 45cm long, which is not allowed.

But the resource was found by Xie Yuan, so he let it go. Xie Yuan used a total of four knives. In addition to the butterfly double knives, he also had a Tibetan machete and a large kitchen knife.

And the last knife is taboo in the station, Xie Yuan was ordered by his adoptive father not to use this knife in any place where there are people.

But the butterfly knife is enough. When he went out, Xie Yuan let out a long sigh. There was one last person to visit.

(End of this chapter)