Section 295 Catering

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The dark underground world, dark, wet, cold.

People can be seen in every tunnel. They use bricks and stones to flatten the concave ground, collect steel bars from the ruins, and nail them deeply into the side walls of the cement pipes with iron hammers to form two upper and lower layers of space. In addition to leaving a quarter of the narrow part for traffic, the flat ground cushion and steel bars are all covered with hard objects such as wooden boards as paving. Looking around, the entire tunnel is like a soft sleeper train from the old era.

Between the shops, people use broken bo-shaped tiles, wooden boards, iron sheets, cloth curtains and other things that can be used to separate relatively independent places. Although they cannot achieve sound insulation, they can somewhat satisfy people's si-have space to avoid being peeped.

Lin Xiang noticed that these sewer pipes filled with chuáng pavilions were painted with three large characters on the cross-section walls with eye-catching white paint: "Residential Area".

He carefully studied this way of living with curious eyes. After several minutes, he turned around with the soldiers following him and walked towards another thick pipe mouth next to him marked with the "commercial area".

This is the core area of ​​Sukaka Balachia, but there is no feeling the prosperity that the city should have.

Underground is a dark world. In order to avoid the powerful and terrifying mutant creatures in the ruins of the surface, people who have lived underground for a long time cannot obtain natural light by setting up transparent equipment. They can only use various combustible wastes collected from the wilderness to obtain faint warmth and light in the dark and wet ground.

Next to a huge cement pipe with a diameter of more than five meters, two middle-aged men with red upper bodies and only a dirty rag were surrounded between their legs. They were each holding the left and right ends of the spinning pounding rocker and pushing the metal horizontal axis of about three meters long clockwise. Driven by the two leverages, the mutually ligated steel gears pull the iron chain, dragging a huge exhaust fan more than four meters high, slowly turning. The flat fan blades with various dirt and rust on the surface will bring a dull tunnel of turbid air silted, bringing a trace of rotten and moldy smell into the dull tunnel, but it can obviously make people feel the refreshing air.

Around the commercial area pipelines, dozens of such gas replacement devices are set up, which rely entirely on human power. Several supervisors, who are as fierce as wolves and tigers, are holding torture instruments such as whips or iron rods, and are occasionally waving at those who push the shaft slowly. The whipping is very skillful, leaving only shocking blood marks on the torture subjects, but will not hurt the bone meridians at all. It can not only effectively warn these tired laborers not to be lazy, but also avoid beating people to death.

The water at the bottom of the pipeline has long dried up. Two semicircular draws connected to the ground grooves collect the rainwater flowing down the pipe wall "clearly and silence" along the pipe wall into sedimentation tanks. Under the reflection of a torch in the gap of the pipeline, Lin Xiang saw that the precipitation liquid is filled with a lot of impurities. They are very turbid, with yellow-gray appearance, mixed with a large amount of mud, sand, garbage and various dirt carried from the surface. The surface of the water even has a layer of grease-type green light. Just based on visual inspection, it can be confirmed that this water contains a considerable degree of radiation. Even according to the unscrupulous dietary rules of the wasteland world, this kind of dirty water that cannot be met by even the worst five standards, not to mention as a beverage, even daily washing will cause diseases and produce a series of terrible abnormal mutations.

Dirty, dark, wet, lacking all human life resources————————————————————————————Lin Xiang’s first impression of Sukaka Palachia.

Obviously, most of the people living here are engaged in the lowest-level work of society. Although the projects we know at present are probably cleaning pipes, changing air, risking our lives to go out to hunt, etc., Lin Xiang does not believe that the daily living standards of other ordinary people in underground cities will be higher. Humans are a group animal with strong control. If there are groups and settlements, they will naturally have a gap between the rich and the poor.

Lin Xiang's appearance caused a stir among the residents of Sukaka Balachia. It was no different from the refugees in the wilderness. The underground city residents also used the simplest, most effective and intuitive cognitive method of judgment on the strength of their strength———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

These represent the incomparable dignity and strength of the Sukaka Balachian residents. It is precisely because of this that although the eyes that came from all directions were cold, greedy, envious and jealous, they could not feel much hostility. Perhaps, these guys who have lived underground for a long time are very good at concealing, but as far as the current situation is concerned, at least... for Lin Xiang and the Guard, two strangers who obviously came to Sukaka Balachian for the first time, the underground residents have also expressed a little bit of necessary acceptance.

Lin Xiang tightened his headband tightly behind his head, raised his foot to the steps, and walked into the commercial area reflected by countless swaying flames.

He doesn't like the appearance of long hair.

But Ying Jia said that the image of using a hairband to tie it into a ponytail was very consistent with the faint melancholy of wisdom mixed with wisdom. At least, it can reduce the tenacity and hardness of a pure soldier, soften a little bit of nvxing and look handsome enough. Especially when raising hands and feet, it exudes the unique temperament of aristocratic.

In the old days, men were handsome and were a kind of capital that could compete with beauty. Especially for the slim man with indifferent temperament, it was easy to attract countless squeals and watch from the street. In serious cases, there would even be a scene where a sticky and slippery liquid poured out of the road and rushed up to ask for the phone call, and even hugged his neck and asked for it wildly.

This is not an illusion plot in the fantasy. Like men, NV people feel irresistible to words like beauty. Although many NV people have to take off their clothes and accompany the rich and wealthy people who buried their necks for various reasons, after turning off the lights, or when they close their eyes and are emitting a stinky smell, they still fantasize about a majestic man lying on their bodies in their completely closed consciousness space, either Jacky Cheung, Andy Lau, or one of the countless handsome male stars, but they are definitely not half-bald, black spots on their faces, and they can breathe for a long time when they swing a golf ball. They just got an erection in less than five seconds, and were a rich man older than their grandfather.

The light illumination of the commercial area is much brighter than other areas. This mainly comes from two rows of metal pipes protruding from the top of the wall and spreading toward the depth of the inner depth along the pipe. They spew blue and red flames, which are very similar to the clustered flame ring on the liquefied stove in the old era. As for the energy source that maintains combustion... the air is filled with a faint odor emitted from the Jiawan. Judging from the environment and the resources that underground residents can use, it should be the biogas produced by rotten dirt or feces.

The population density of commercial areas is obviously much larger than that of residential areas.

As soon as they walked into the pipe, they immediately hugged a few people wearing violent clothes. According to the old days, they had very good figures. Although they had a long-term malnutrition and lack of subcutaneous fat, they completely met the definition of "skinny". They almost didn't wear any clothes, and their circumference and inner cube were replaced by a few pieces of cloth connected with thin ropes. It seemed that they could barely mention the /xing/yu that men wanted to send shèchouchā,

"I can accompany you if I have two hundred grams of rou, and I can play whatever I want."

A middle-aged NV man with dark skin and a heavy body odor all over his body without taking a bath for a long time stood in front of Lin Xiang and twisted his body in a bold posture.

"I only need one hundred and fifty grams. I can suck it out in the most comfortable position, and I can also help you clean your butt———"

Next to him, an old woman whose mouth was squinting and whose teeth were obviously falling off, used her skinny arms to separate the crowd, and opened her wrinkled mouths covered with dark and dark teeth, howled desperately: "I don't have teeth, I can't bite your device, you will feel unprecedented comfort, I promise----"

"One hundred grams of rou, you can play with me for a whole forty-eight times."

She was in front of Lin Xiang, and she was closest to Lin Xiang. She looked at a pretty young man. She obviously didn't want to miss this opportunity to make a fortune. She suddenly lifted up the circumference that wrapped her upper body, and found six large sizes, hanging in the room in front of her like grapes, using a charming mouth-watering person, right? Yes, I'm a mutant, but I'm very clean and have no radiant disease. If you like to come from behind, I will make you feel like an unprecedented thorn———”

As she said that, she took off the rag around her waist and turned wildly and boldly. She saw that the tun part that should have been divided into the left and right halves, which were very strange and terrifyingly divided into the upper, middle and lower six pieces. She could no longer judge by relying solely on her eyes, which tun slit is the real position. It feels like... it is like a complete tun part, because of some kind of surgery, it was forcibly cut into six parts, leaving no scars, and her skin was still smooth, but it looked chilling.

This is the genetic effect caused by radiant. In the wasteland world, because parents are infected by radiant, they have congenital deformities, multiple limbs, conjoined bodies and even males at the same time. NV double/xing/organs are everywhere.

Lin Xiang pushed away the mutant nv person blocking his face, and the guards following him came out a dagger from his waist, and terrified that they were slashing hard into the air. Several sales/yivs that blocked the road did not feel anything abnormal at first, until their hair fell from their foreheads, recalling the cold and cold light that passed by in front of them, they seemed to be bitten by some unknown insect. They were full of fear and suddenly screamed and snatched away.

Continue to move forward, walking aimlessly in the narrow and crowded pipes, passing through the gaze of a shaped gaze. Every few steps, there is always a man in rags or nv people coming out of the corner, with a flattering or flattering smile on his face, and his mouth is splashed and desperately selling something they regarded as a treasure... A coat that has not been completely destroyed, a fairly intact porcelain cup, or a ring of a man from the ruins and dust, a ring of a man of an old era, and an unusable watch are all said to be a unique treasure in the words of praise. As for the price... but it is just a very cheap one.

Obviously, the level of understanding of currency among Sukaka Balachian residents is still in the original barter stage. They do not charge any currency issued by family forces. Even the hard currency used in the light-spread shè area, such as Skeleton Yuan and Red Flag Yuan, can only be regarded as waste paper that feels uncomfortable even if you wipe your shit.

A piece of wood is tied with iron wire, and a wooden board about half a meter square is hung horizontally above the pipe. It is written with eye-catching white paint on it with a few twisted words—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Judging from the name of the sign, this should be a shop with bars, hotels or restaurants. Along the thick sewer wall, four or five ragged wooden tables chewing by ants, and there are simple triangular round stools next to them. Two stout men in old suits stood in front and back of the table and chairs, holding a solid and heavy nail-headed stick in their hands, looking at every passerby passing through the narrow passage next to them with a cold and arrogant look.

"Hello, do you want some fresh fried rou cakes?"

An old man with a hunched body and a slightly bald hair walked out of the narrow compartment on the inner wall of the pipe, half-hugging his hands, smiled at Lin Xiang who had just approached the passage and the guard behind him, "It can be seen that this is your first time in Sukaka Balachia. To be honest, this place is very stuffy and not as fun as other places. But as long as those damn radians exist, we must stay here honestly. Haha, people always have to eat when they are alive. I have a little good fried rou and pretty good wine here. Don't worry, they are all very clean, and they are definitely not the kind of dirty thing that anyone can eat."

Lin Xiang did not keep resisting as he had before. He hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded. At the boss's attentive greeting, he pulled open a chair that was wiped back and forth by the other party with a rag to sit down.

This is indeed a very wise businessman. He is very experienced and good at thinking about the psychology of customers. Regardless of whether the food here can be eaten or not, if you want to have a detailed and comprehensive understanding of the basic situation of Sukaba Balachia, necessary sales are always inevitable.

Two glasses of clean water were placed on the table. It was very clear and there was no impurities visible.

"It's secondary water, which can be drunk."

The guard opposite the table took out a needle detector from his backpack, chā the disinfected tubular probe into the cup, and looked at the numbers displayed on the surface of the instrument and nodded slightly.

In the compartment next to the tube wall, a "chi" sound of food and boiling oil just in contact came. Then, a very rich fragrance spread in the air. Dozens of pale and thin civilians quickly gathered at both ends of the narrow passage. Their eyes flashed and their nostrils and mouths quickly opened between the expansion and shrinkage. The strong aroma of oil pierced the hungry stomach, and everyone's throat was shaking up and down, making a clear "gurgling" sound of swallowing saliva.

Two plates containing bread and fried rou were quickly placed on the table.

The bread is very dark and rough, with wheat grains that have not completely removed the case. The cake-shaped pieces look crispy and refreshing, big enough and thick enough. When folded, you can see the tender and smooth silk.

The boss did not lie, the bread and rou were very clean, and it was a clean food with a faint amount of radiant amount.

Lin Xiang clamped the rou with a large slice of chopped bread, and looked at countless onlookers with envy and desire. While chewing the food with a lot of taste, he also clearly saw that almost all onlookers were following the rhythm of their teeth, subconsciously chewing the air in their empty mouths. It seemed that this instinctive action could make them feel a little bit full and happy when they really eat.

"How much should I pay you?"

Chewing the bread, Lin Xiang raised his head and faced the boss waiting next to the dining table, asking slowly.

"The Sukaba Balachians never charge any banknotes———"

The old man's wrinkled smile flowed out a signal of another meaning. He pulled a chair from the side and sat down, saying seriously: "I only collect gold here. Or... something else I need."

Lin Xiang nodded in a clear way, swallowed the food in his mouth hard, took out two pistol bullets from his pocket, and placed them on the table.

"I don't have this nine-mm caliber gun. If it's a 7.62mm universal warhead, I can also provide you with a bottle of good quality wine."

The old man picked up the bullet and looked at it carefully for a while, shook his head and gently put it down.
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