Bring Interstellar to the end of the world

Chapter 10 The Blind
The spring rain in the wasteland is not expensive, not because of its high frequency, but because the rain contains trace amounts of radiation particles, which will carry the radiation to any place where the rain comes.

Of course, today's rain is many, many times less harmful than the rain in the years after a nuclear war.

Although the current rainwater falling on the human body will basically not cause fatal harm, but unless it is absolutely necessary, no one will be stupid enough to put themselves under the heavy water curtain.

The romance of rain is the exclusive memory of the people of the old age. Unfortunately, they are all dead.

For people living in the wasteland today, rainy days are not good at all, because they can only hide under the eaves, look at the heavy rain in front of them with empty eyes, and pray that the rainy day will pass soon.

In this era of extreme material scarcity, in this barren land, hard work may not necessarily make you survive, but you will definitely not survive without work.

Mr. Hu is a member of the Black Saints. He wears an old straw hat on his head, a heavy gas mask outside his mouth, and walks on the circular corridor outside the second floor of the satellite receiving station with an M16 rifle with the butt removed. .

Between the railing and the railing is a bunker made of cement bags, which can defend against incoming bullets and protect people in the corridor.

The current situation in the area east of Gem City is relatively peaceful, and bandit organizations of all sizes are living in peace. In this situation, there is basically no need to worry about being attacked in rainy weather, and you only need to pay attention to the living corpses wandering in the wilderness.

Those ghost things are a big threat to the unarmed people, and to the people of the bandit organization, in most cases, they are no different from moving targets for gun practice.

Hu Laosi took two random steps, was about to take off the heavy gas mask, picked up the cigarette placed on the chair by the door and took two puffs, when he suddenly found a strange color intruding into his field of vision,
He looked through the binoculars and found that the guy walking on the road was not a thoughtless living dead, but a big living man wearing special clothing for shelters. It seemed that the other party's purpose was very clear, and it was exactly where he was. Satellite receiving station.

"Who is it, raise your hand." When someone came into the shooting range of the M16 rifle, he raised the gun and shouted sharply.

The man was empty-handed and showed no malice.

"I came here after seeing the recruitment notice on the wall. I hope I can join you." While speaking, the man took out a piece of paper from his coat pocket and shook it away from him.

The rain line quickly wet the paper, but Mr. Hu still easily saw the familiar picture and the familiar slogan --- "Dreams will set sail from here, black saints welcome you, wasteland Brave."

"Ha, it's another stunned young man who was tricked by the boss's rhetoric."

He has selectively forgotten the fact that he was also deceived by the recruitment poster.

"Hey, Pheasant, hurry up and meet him outside, there's a newcomer here."

It took a while for Mr. Hu to finish speaking, before a lazy reply came from the room on the first floor: "This kind of ghostly weather doesn't make people sleep peacefully."

The closed door of the satellite receiving station opened, and two gangsters with guns came out of it, walking towards the person standing in the rain.

Yes, the person who came to the satellite receiving station in the rain was Tang Yan who had just left Gaojiazhuang.

"Boy, are you a person from the shelter?" Pheasant came to him, looked at him carefully and said.

Tang Yan had a dejected expression on his face: "Yes, the living corpses captured our refuge, they...they are all dead, and only I escaped."

Another gangster with a gun very roughly pulled off the bag he was carrying behind his back and unzipped it.

"This is a gift I brought to everyone... It's a pity that I escaped in a hurry and only took out these few bottles."

The gangster who turned over the bag didn't listen to him at all. When he saw the wine bottle in the bag, he looked like he was bloody, put the gun behind his back, held a bottle of wine in one hand, and shouted excitedly towards the corridor on the second floor: "Mr. Hu!" Four, do you see it? It's wine, wine from the old days."

Hu Lao Si nodded in satisfaction: "Chang Wu, I told you a long time ago that the job of recruiting people is a fat job."

Chang Wu didn't seem to have heard what his companion said, and he played with the four bottles of wine fondly.

"This bottle is for me...the other bottle is for Hu Lao Si, and the last bottle is for Boss."

Pheasant walked up to him and slapped him: "Is there a free bottle of wine? Is there a free bottle?"

Chang Wu's mind has always been poor, but he is smarter than anyone else when it comes to drinking: "If you are the boss of the Pandaren Legion or the Razorman, it is best to give two bottles of wine."

"Who is our boss? Have you forgotten what he likes most? What he admires the most is Western culture. In Western culture, there is no saying that good things come in pairs. So you have one bottle and I have one bottle of Hu Laosi and one bottle. Give the boss a bottle, there is no problem at all."

Pheasant's eyes widened, as if meeting Chang Wu for the first time: "You bastard..."

Tang Yan stood motionless on the spot, watching the three thieves talk about how to distribute the four bottles of Langjiu, talking with high interest, completely ignoring his existence.

If these people knew that there were three full boxes of Langjiu in the storage space attached to the StarCraft system, they would not know how excited they would be.

At this moment, a gunshot was heard overhead.

The three people standing downstairs in the rain were startled, and turned their heads to look behind, only to see a black shadow falling to the ground between two dead trees not far away.

Hu Laosi raised the body of the gun and said with a smile, "The fifth one today."

The pheasant waved its head towards Chang Wu.

The man put the Langjiu in his hand back into his bag with a displeased face, and said to Tang Yan: "New here, come with me to remove the living corpse."

Tang Yan put on a look of fear, dawdled on the spot for a while, gritted his teeth and followed Chang Wu towards the two dead trees.

The satellite receiving station is far away from the urban area, and there are very few groups of living corpses to patronize. The small number of living corpses wandering here are not enough of a threat to the Black Saints.

Chang Wu walked between two dead trees, grabbed the living corpse's feet, and deliberately gave Tang Yan the shot head.

He cursed in his heart, endured the pungent stench and tremblingly raised the corpse's shoulders, followed the other party's instructions and walked towards a large pit on the west side of the satellite receiving station.

The living corpse was supposed to be a woman. Although a large part of her hair had fallen off, some of it still stuck to her skull, and the blood from the wound flowed down, staining Tang Yan's shelter suit.

He didn't pay attention when he came to the satellite receiving station. When he walked to the side of the big pit, he saw a lot of living corpses densely packed inside. Some were shot in the head, and some had their arms or legs broken.

After throwing the living corpse into the pit, Chang Wu went back. He squatted down with his back to the three of them, and kept retching while holding on to a tree next to him.

"Hahahaha, what a rookie." Pheasant laughed from behind.

When Tang Yan returned to the gate of the satellite receiving station, the system sent a feedback and got 3 reward points.

This means that the three gangsters have initially let down their vigilance and began to accept him.

"Hey new here, what's your name?"

Tang Yan looked up at Hu Lao Si, and casually made up a name: "Li Xiang."

"Come, come, come, come up."

He obediently walked up the stairs to the circular corridor outside the room on the second floor.

Hu Laosi threw the M16 rifle to him and pointed to a dead tree on the left front: "Did you see it? There..."

His eyes lingered on the gun lying in his arms for a while, and then he realized that he followed Hu Laosi's direction and saw a slowly moving figure behind the dead tree.

"Come on, try your marksmanship."

Tang Yan's eyes moved between the gun and the living corpse for a moment, then raised the gun body to his face, and squeezed the trigger forcefully.

click, click, click...

No bullets fired, just the hollow sound of the trigger being pulled.

"Hahahaha." Hu Laosi's laughter came from behind, and the irony was obvious.

"You should pull the bolt first before pulling the trigger."

Tang Yan showed a suddenly realized expression, pulled the bolt according to his instructions, aimed again at the living corpse behind the dead tree, and pulled the trigger with his index finger.

Da-da-da.

This time the bullets went out, but unfortunately they all flew into the sky.

"Hey, hey, that's enough, my blind sharpshooter." Mr. Hu held down the barrel of the gun and took the M16 rifle from him: "It's really lucky that you can come here from Vault 1001 like this guy."

Tang Yan gasped and gasped, his face red as if on fire.

At this time, the pheasant came out of the room on the first floor and looked at the corridor on the second floor with suspicious eyes.

Mr. Hu killed the living corpse who was attracted by the gunshot and ran towards the satellite receiving station with one shot, and said calmly: "This kid's marksmanship is not good enough."

Pheasant didn't say anything, and motioned Tang Yan to carry the body with him.

Hu Laosi's behavior seemed to be teasing the newcomer, but in fact Tang Yan knew better than anyone else that this was the man's tentative behavior.

To be arranged by the boss of the Black Saints to recruit new recruits at the satellite receiving station, he must not be the kind of brainless gangster with a big head and a thick neck, at least he has considerable observation skills and scheming.

Just like what Hu Laosi said in a joking tone just now, being able to come from Vault 1001 to the satellite receiving station unarmed is a very suspicious thing in itself.

Fortunately, his acting skills are good, and his performance is very good, which dispels Hu Laosi's worries.

Throwing the living corpse into the pit and returning to the satellite receiving station, his luggage was gone. Chang Wu took out a set of worn leather armor and told him clearly that it was a relic left by his dead companion.

He did not refuse, and obediently took off his dirty shelter-specific clothing and put on the leather armor that could barely resist stray bullets.

After the replacement, he looked at himself in the closed-circuit monitor, and he really had a bit of a gangster temperament.

Well, it would be perfect if a scorpion tail was tattooed on the face.

Pheasant sent a text message to the people at the base.

In this collapsed world, the telephone network has long been paralyzed, and the way Pheasant and others communicate with the base relies on walkie-talkies instead of more cumbersome communication stations. This shows that the base of the Black Saints is not far from the satellite receiving station. Considering The terrain factor is at most 8-9KM, and if it is further away, it will exceed the communication range.

The reason why Tang Yan tried so hard to pretend to be a rookie, and obediently let Hu Laosi and others order him, was because he knew that the satellite receiving station was not the base of the Black Saints, and it would not help to eliminate the three of them by violent means. Out of the base, he can't wipe out the bandit group by himself. It's better to find a way to sneak in first, and then play it by ear. Anyway, all weapons are in the system space and can be taken out at any time.

As the saying goes: The strongest fortress is also the easiest to break from within.

Pheasant disconnected from the base and took him to the back room. Unexpectedly, there were two newcomers before him, lying on a dirty mattress for a morning break. On the table were drinking cups and There are bowls and chopsticks, and there is an old chessboard in the corner, with scattered chess pieces next to it.

He lay down on the sofa against the wall, waiting for Hu Laosi's arrangement.

(End of this chapter)