The old man looked at the bullet carefully, and was sure that the transaction was intact and could be used. Then he took out a metal thought from his close-fitting breast pocket, opened it carefully, put the bullet, turned his eyes back to Lin Xiang, smiled and shook his head, and said, "The number of bullets is not enough, at least five is enough to cover the money for this meal. The source of umbrellas in Suka Balachia is much more difficult than outside, especially the uncontaminated water and meat... The quantity is very rare. You should understand that I don't mean to collect more."

Lin Xiang nodded in agreement. While chewing the small amount of bread in his hand, he took out a bullet from his backpack and placed it in front of the old man one by one. The number was eight.

"Ask! What do you want to know about handsome young man?" The old man put away the bullets and continued to smile.

“All information about this city—Qiu—”

Lin Xiang stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth, patted the crumbs left on his hands, picked up the cup, drank most of the water in one breath, breathed a long sigh of relief, took out the pack of "np Bijia Fo" cigarettes that had been torn open from his pocket, took out two pieces, handed one to the old man sitting at the table, and said calmly: "I hope I can hear an attractive story from you."

......

The exact time when the name Sukaka Balachia appeared in people's memory and minds has been completely forgotten. The black man who first appeared in this underground space did not actually become the first city lord or ruler like in the novel, but was conspired to cut off his head and become a nutrient that was filled into countless stomachs and intestines. In the end, only residues and feces were left and excreted from the body.

The nuclear war had just ended ten years, maybe fifteen or twenty years. In short, it was almost at that time that the first group of residents appeared in Sukaka Balachia. No one remembered whether their number was hundreds or thousands, and no longer important. Later generations rarely remembered the hardships and hardships of pioneering, only knowing that some people tried every means to close most of the exits adjacent to the ground, so that the mutated creatures in the surface ruins could not invade the underground pipeline network, leaving only a few necessary tunnels for hunting and entry.

In the underground city, there are hundreds of air vents connected to the ground. Relying on the most primitive human power rotation, residents can survive in a muddy and turbid environment.

Water comes from surface infiltration. The rainwater flowing into the ground follows the network inside the pipeline and eventually flows into an abandoned old-time tap water plant. It has long lost its energy supply and cannot operate, but it can discharge silt through several water precipitation and regular human digging to obtain high-radiation water equivalent to level 4 quality. Compared with the third-level water quality that the human body can barely accept, long-term reference to level 4 water is tantamount to suicide. However, the residents of Sukaka Balachia have no better choice than this.

Of course, there are still several small-volume purification tanks in the water plant, which are well preserved. But their processing capacity is only a few dozen liters a day. In the black market, the price of this kind of water purification is very good. Only if you have a large amount of resources in your hands or have a certain amount of power in the city can you be qualified to use it.

There are almost no foreigners here, and the population relies entirely on urban residents' intermarriage. Suka Balachia lacks all living supplies, and at the same time uses all possible methods to create resources to a certain extent. They rely on steel bars collected from the ruins to create weapons, and separate the components of nitrate from the urine of residents. A nearby abandoned mine can get sulfur, and the charcoal shavings obtained from the ferrous materials can create lethal gunpowder.

As for salt... dig out the silt in the ruined drainage pipe network, after precipitation, these dirts that have actually existed since the previous era, with traces of human excretion in the old era, contain a large amount of salt substances that flow out from restaurants and houses. Repeatedly precipitate, filter out impurities with fine-textured fabrics. In the end, the remaining liquid smells bad and is dark yellow and turbid, but it contains salt and other substances necessary for the human body. If you think this method of collecting salt from ancient feces is really dirty and too disgusting, then you can also try another method commonly used by Suka Balachian residents who wear it close to their body with clean fabrics. After high-intensity exercise, sweat that seeps out of the body is quickly absorbed. When cooking, soak the completely dry and hard clothes in the soup, which can also increase the taste and salt.

The ruling structure of the entire city is very loose. With the city lord as the core, an army of about 120 people maintains the order of Sukaka Balachian. If it were not for helplessness, no one would want to stay in such a place. But they could not leave the dark and wet underground, and the ubiquitous radiation completely closed the last slightest fantasy of people's connection with the outside world.

......

Facing the old man's answer, Lin Xiang's eyes were silent for a moment, and he took out a 7.62mm rifle bullet from his pocket, placed it on the table, and said, "I know, you have a certain area of ​​farming area outside the ruins of the surface. When you go out, how do you use to resist radiation?"

The old man put away the bullet, looked at him with inquiring eyes, smiled apologetically, and said, "This is actually not a secret. Sorry, I have to take advantage of you. Of course, this may not be anything to you."

Lin Xiang spread his hands out indifferently and shrugged his shoulders.

The old man stared at him carefully for a while, stood up, walked into the pipe compartment, took out a palm-sized iron plate, and gently handed it to Lin Xiang.

It is said to be a plate, but it is actually an open canned pork box. It contains dozens of small insects that look like cockroaches. After frying, the surface is covered with burnt yellow light. Because the distance is very close, you can clearly see the sharp barbs and hanging claws on the legs, as well as the stiff and terrifying cut-shaped hips.

"This is a mutated cockroach, and you can find them in any corner of Sukaka Balachia. These guys are very numerous, taste and are very good."

As he said that, the old man stretched out his finger to pick up a black worm that had been blown from the plate, stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewing it slowly, and bursts of crisp cracks appeared as his teeth bite.

"There are not many foods that can be found in Sukaba Balachia, and we never miss any edible thing. This cockroach has a certain degree of radiation resistance. After capturing, it is extracted first. After concentration, the raw slurry obtained is an anti-radiation drug. However, the effect of this drug is not long-lasting and can only be used for no more than an hour. Using this kind of thing, we can take turns to return to the ground computer to visit the w hand] and tilt the noodles near the entrances and exits of several major tunnels. As for the remaining part after extraction... Haha! You also see that the taste after frying is very crisp and tastes very fragrant.,

Speaking of this, the old man opened his mouth, stretched out his little finger with long nails, took out a cockroach leg stuffed into it from the gaps of his loose teeth, smiled apologetically and bared his teeth, put the black arthropod into his mouth, grinding and chewing it carefully.

Maybe, it's really as he said...

...It tastes really good?

Lin Xiang smiled bitterly and shook his head and was about to continue talking, but a woman with a drunken face came over her. She pulled out the chair and sat down, unscrupulously lifted the short skirt around her waist, revealing her round and perky and slender legs, and whispered in a seductive tone: "Hi! Handsome boy, please give me a drink tonight, I'm yours." Compared to the women she met at the entrance of the passage, she was young enough and had a good figure. Although her skin was too dark, too rough, and average in appearance, she had the unique charm of a healthy woman. In comparison, she should be considered the most popular beauty in this underground city. However, if you follow the standards of Yinyue City or the outside world, you can only be worth fifty at best.

Lin Xiang frowned and signaled the guards sitting next to him not to take action. At the same time, he pushed his feet hard on the ground and moved the chair nearly thirty centimeters to the side and backward.

Suka Balachia obviously does not have enough food sources to provide to all residents, and the survival rules of the wasteland world are also very simple. A woman like this who can get sufficient nutrition and even drink alcohol must belong to a certain power in the city. She does not need to sell her body in exchange for food, and few people dare to use food to make her take off her clothes and take the initiative to go to bed. The only explanation... She has attracted the attention of some "big people" in the city. Maybe it is a temptation, or it may be a prelude to the subsequent story.

"Bang--"

A steel pipe as thick as an arm was smashed in the air, smashing the cups, plates, bowls and cups placed on the dining table to the ground and smashing it to pieces. A crack in the center of the wooden tabletop fixed by a triangle bracket also appeared.

This is a fat black man who is more than two meters tall. On both sides of his shoulders, he has a wide and thick belt connected to his lower body and shorts. His skin filled with fat and fat is trembling like waves. His hands holding the steel pipe are more prosperous. Every time he waves, he will pull the fat and breasts that collapse on his chest and jump around. He can't notice the strength and muscles of the body. He is simply the expansion and pressure of the volume caused by the obese body.

He spat hard at the ground, stared at Lin Xiang's beautiful and glamorous uniform with greedy eyes, and said fiercely and violently: "Boy, you dare to touch my woman?"

"Herta, this is not a place for you to spread rumors and cause trouble."

The old man stood up, pointed to the woman sitting next to him with a charming face, and roared angrily at the black man: "Take your woman away immediately. Otherwise I..."

"You corpse him, mom, shut up for me."

The black man took out a double-tube gunpowder gun from his back, raised it flat and pointed it at the old man. His thick lips splashed with dirty saliva, and roared wildly: "I know you have made a lot of benefits from here, but he touched my woman, my woman, your corpse, he, mom, do you understand? Old bastard, if you still don't understand the situation, you can try to see what it feels like to take off your wife's clothes and throw them out and let them do it casually? This guy must give me a fair delete

The woman sitting next to the dining table also stood up, and pulled off her clothes quickly and exposed a pair of amazingly sized pear-shaped, plump and breasts. She clung to the black body, and used a noticeable disguise, screaming with extremely harsh and false panic voice: "Herta, he touched me, he touched me without paying."

, "Is it a great pleasure to be seen by someone casually? Put on your clothes, otherwise I will wait for the gun barrel to help you clear the black man below you and hit the woman's chest with a heavy gun. He turned around rudely, aiming the gun at Lin Xiang's head with a condescending blue veins on his neck, and roared like thunder: "You little face, you want to play in vain without paying. Women who dare to provoke me must pay the price to take off all their clothes, put down everything, and get out of Sukaka Balachia immediately-

Lin Xiang forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart against the provocation of this kind of corpse and naked chariot. This trick that can be seen through at a glance is obviously challenging his dignity. He didn't want to tell anything at all. There were too many murders or scams in the wasteland world. Although the actions of this fat black man were in line with the laws of survival and could not be considered as sinful, he shouldn't provoke himself. If he hadn't grown so much fat all over his body, he had produced even if he had only the most basic evolutionary ability, the black pig should have known the terrifying strength of the guards sitting beside him and would not have done such a rash act that was almost suicide.
Chapter completed!