Code of Wasteland Survival

After drinking the soaking wine, Qi Lin declined Cheng Yanqiu's invitation to let him sit in the Thunder City branch of the Cheng's consortium, and walked to the streets of Thunder City alone.

Although the atmosphere in the city is quite tense, there are still many players on the street. Qi Lin glanced at it and found that these players are mainly divided into three types. The first is the hunters and mercenaries who have just returned from the north of the city. Many of them are wounded. There are bloodstains on their clothes and armors that have not completely dried up, and some are carried on their shoulders. Back to the "trophy".

The expressions and emotions of this type of players are the most, there are tired, depressed, excited... all kinds, Qi Lin even saw a guy with one arm and one leg missing, drinking a can. The inferior beer in the room, while bragging loudly with the people around him.

The second type is beggars who shrink on the side of the road or on the corner of the street. Because the outer space of the city is compressed by mutant creatures, Thunder City has to put these low-level players from the outside shack into the city... After all, some At that time, these people still used it a bit, and just handed out simple weapons and half a moldy rye bun, which could be used as cheap cannon fodder.

In the wasteland, although human life is not valuable, it can be regarded as a resource.

From time to time, hunters and mercenaries who have just returned from the battlefield come to these poor players, picking and picking like the goods on the stalls, sometimes it seems that there are a few female players who look decent, and they can negotiate the price. , And then the former will hug the chosen woman and leave here.

The entire street is an open flesh market.

Apart from alcohol, only **** can help players on the front line relieve their nervous stress.

As for the third type of people on the street, they are the most active and clever-intelligence dealers.

This kind of people will never lack their presence anywhere. With their unique ability, they can get a bowl of rice empty-handed. I have to say that this industry does have its appeal.

Because of being besieged by the army of mutant creatures, the rapid expansion of Thunder City during Qi Lin’s departure was greatly curbed, and the changes in the buildings in the city were not great. Qi Lin followed a familiar road. Soon I found the Lexington Shield firm where Passerfenni was originally located.

Qi Lin didn't know what happened after that day, but, as one of the few people he had socialized in Thunder City, Passerfani decided to visit first.

After all, Qi Lin not only lacks equipment now, but he also has a large number of mutant creature serums that he has just picked up from outside and needs to be shot.

The Lexing Shield Firm still looks the same, with two expressionless NPC guards standing at the door. Qi Lin walked in quickly and saw rows of weapon racks on display in the lobby. Many players were there. Walking up and down between the weapon racks, choosing the equipment they are satisfied with.

"Excuse me, do you have any needs?" A sweet female voice sounded aside. Qi Lin looked back and found that it was an NPC waiter wearing a skirt with the Lexington shield logo.

"That... Parsephanie, are you?" Qi Lin asked.

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of this name, what else do you need my help for, please?" the npc waiter said respectfully.

"I haven't heard of it?" Qi Lin was taken aback, could it be that after that, Parsephanie left here? Was this NPC recruited from the main brain side later?

There is only this possibility. Otherwise, even if Pasifani is no longer working here, it is impossible for these employees to forget the name of their former boss so quickly.

"Um... then you call the person in charge here." Qi Lin said in a deep thought.

"Sorry, ordinary customers do not have this authority, unless you can prove that you have sufficient reasons to need the person in charge of our firm to come forward in person..."

"This reason is not sufficient? Or your person in charge doesn't want to do business anymore?" Qi Lin didn't bother to explain anything about the npc. He opened the corner of his backpack and revealed a dense pile of mutant biological serum. Needle.

"Sorry, distinguished guest! I was the one who lost!" The npc waiter immediately apologized in panic. Although she is just a randomly generated intelligent a by the main brain, she is no different from a real person in terms of humanized settings.

"Please."

With that, the npc waiter took Qi Lin to a very comfortable small private room at the back of the lobby and said: "I have sent someone to contact our supervisor. Please wait a moment in the VIP room. If you Whatever you need, I can provide you with any service..."

As the npc waiter said, he inadvertently raised his hand and unbuttoned the top two buttons of the skirt jacket. A pair of plump and tender peaks immediately pushed the clothes apart, revealing a deep gully.

Coupled with the npc waiter's beautiful face and a shy blush on his face, the temperature in the small private room suddenly rose.

what? The Lexington Shield consortium also set this function for NPCs?

Qi Lin was stunned, but he didn't have the X-worm upper brain. For Qi Lin, this was just an artificial person who was simulated as a female appearance. Having a relationship with such a guy was like using a senior The same as inflatable dolls.

What's more, the ghost knows if there is a camera or something in this VIP room.

It seems to be to give Qi Lin time to "do errands". I waited for 20 minutes. The coffee on the coffee table was cold, and the "supervisor" in the NPC waiter's mouth was late. It was a man with very thin hair. A middle-aged man with a bloated figure, a big belly, and a suit that doesn't fit well. The suit has been completely deformed, and people can't help but worry about whether the button on his chest will fly out directly. .

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was busy with something urgent just now--" The supervisor of the firm opened the door, rubbed his palms and walked in with a smile. After seeing the npc waiter with no passive clothes on his body, his face couldn't help but There was a look of surprise for a moment.

He knows the charm of these high-priced NPCs customized from the main brain~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When he is free, he often calls a few NPC waiters to his office to enjoy it. Generally speaking, if not Without time, or just venting, few people will refuse to have a **** with such a beauty.

There are many wealthy clients, after being served comfortably by the beautiful npc, they will be relatively easy to talk about business, but the young man in front of him... is obviously dressed as a desolate hunter, like this kind of person, even It is estimated that the poor people on the street outside could send a clean and beautiful woman to the door, but he didn't even touch it?

The supervisor murmured inwardly, but the expression on his face was adjusted all of a sudden. He smiled and said while he was on the sofa opposite Qi Lin and said: "Listen to the people below, you have A large shipment? I don’t know what you want to do with—"

Before the supervisor had finished speaking, Qi Lin put his backpack heavily on the coffee table between the two. The glass syringes filled with serum in the backpack collided with each other, and immediately made a intensive clanging sound.

Hearing this sound, the supervisor was shocked. In an instant, he felt that the sofa under his buttocks was as hot as a frying pan, and he could no longer sit still. He got up and walked around the side of the coffee table, trying to reach out to the heavy military nylon backpack.

However, the supervisor still reacted halfway through his hand, stopped quickly, turned his head, and eagerly looked at Qi Lin: "Um...may I see the goods first?"

Qi Lin didn't speak, but just nodded, indicating acquiescence.

No worries, the supervisor immediately opened the backpack--with the sound of clattering, countless mutant creature serums slipped out of it and fell onto the coffee table and the street stall.

"This...so much?!"...