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- Catering for the 295th Festival
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The dark underground world is dark, damp and cold.
People can be seen in every tunnel. They used bricks and stones to level the concave ground, collected steel bars from the ruins, and hammered them deeply into the side walls of the cement pipes to form an upper and lower space. In addition to leaving a quarter of the narrow section for traffic, the flat ground cushion and steel railings are covered with hard objects such as wooden boards as beds. Looking around, the entire tunnel pattern looks like a sleeper train from the old days.
Between the bunks, people use broken wave tiles, wooden boards, iron sheets, cloth curtains and other available things to separate relatively independent places on a family or individual basis. Although it cannot have a sound insulation effect, it can to a certain extent satisfy people's private space from prying eyes.
Lin Xiang noticed that these sewer pipes, which were filled with beds, had three large characters painted in eye-catching white paint on the cross-section walls: "Residential Area".
He carefully studied this living style that he had never seen before with curious eyes. After several minutes, he and the soldiers who were following him turned around and walked towards another thick pipe labeled "Commercial District" next to them.
This place belongs to the core area of ??Sukaka Barachia, but it does not feel the prosperity that the city center should have at all.
Underground is a dark world. In order to avoid the powerful and terrifying mutated creatures that dwell in the ruins on 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 waste collected from the wilderness to chat in the dark and wet underground. , get a faint warmth and light.
Next to a huge cement pipe with a diameter of more than five meters, two middle-aged men with naked upper bodies and only a dirty rag around their crotches were holding the left and right ends of the spinning hammer-shaped rocker and using all their strength to move it. A metal horizontal shaft about three meters long pushes clockwise. Driven by two forces that rely on leverage, the interlocking steel gears pull the iron chain, dragging a huge exhaust fan more than four meters high to slowly rotate. Every time the oblate fan blades, whose surface is covered with various dirt and rust stains, roll, they will bring a smell of rot and mildew into the dull tunnel with stagnant air, but it can obviously make people feel jing. A refreshing breath of fresh air.
Around the pipelines in commercial areas, there are dozens of these gas replacement devices that are completely driven by human power. Several overseers, who were as fierce as wolves and tigers, were holding torture instruments such as whips or iron rods, and they swung them at the slow-moving axle pushers from time to time. The whipping was very skillful, leaving only shocking blood marks on the victim's body, but not damaging the bones and meridians at all. It can not only effectively warn these tired workers not to be lazy, but also avoid beating people to death.
The water at the bottom of the pipe has long dried up. Two semicircular grooves connected to the grooves on the ground collect the rainwater flowing down the pipe wall from the top of the cave into sedimentation tanks one by one. Under the light of a torch leaning in the gap in the pipe, Lin Xiang saw that the settling liquid was filled with a large amount of impurities. They are very turbid, with a yellowish-grey color, and are mixed with a large amount of sediment, garbage, and various kinds of dirt brought down from the surface. There is even a layer of grease-type green scales floating on the surface of the water. By visual inspection alone, it can be confirmed that this water contains a considerable degree of radiation. Even according to the wasteland world's unscrupulous dietary rules, this kind of dirty water that cannot even meet the worst five standards, not to mention being used as a drink, can bring diseases even for daily washing, and produce a series of terrible things. abnormal variation.
Dirty, dark, wet, lacking all necessary living resources for human beings - this was Lin Xiang's first impression of Sukka Barachia.
¡°Obviously, most of the people living here are engaged in jobs at the lowest level of society. Although the projects he knows about so far are probably cleaning pipes, replacing the air, risking his life to go hunting, etc., Lin Xiang does not think that the daily life standards of other ordinary civilians in the underground city will be higher. Human beings are social animals with a strong desire for control. With groups and settlements, there will naturally be hierarchy and gaps between the rich and the poor.
The appearance of Lin Xiang caused a commotion among the residents of Sukaka Barachia. There is no difference between the refugees in the wilderness. The underground city residents also use the simplest, most effective and intuitive cognitive method to judge the strength of their strength - neat, mighty, and military uniforms made of fine cotton woven fabrics. Summer clothes with heavy metalA sexy AK rifle, a variety of combat equipment worn on the body, whose names and actual functions are unclear. . . . . . All of these represent the incomparable dignity and strength of the residents of Sukaka Barachia. It is precisely because of this that although the eyes cast from all directions are indifferent, greedy, envious and jealous, they do not feel much hostility. Maybe, these guys who have been living underground for a long time are very good at hiding it, but as far as the current situation is concerned, at least. . . . . . For Lin Xiang and the guards, two strangers who were obviously coming to Sukaka Balachia for the first time, the underground residents showed a little bit of necessary acceptance.
Lin Xiang tightened the hair tie behind his head, stepped up the steps, and walked into the commercial district illuminated by countless flickering lights.
He doesn¡¯t like the way his hair looks long.
Ke Yingjia said that the image of his hair tied into a ponytail was very consistent with his light melancholy mixed with wisdom. At least, it can reduce some of the tenacity and hardness of a pure soldier, soften it with a hint of enchantment, and match it with a handsome enough appearance. Especially when he raises his hands and feet, he exudes the unique temperament of an aristocrat.
In the old days, handsome men were a kind of capital that could compete with beautiful women. Especially a slim and handsome man with an indifferent temperament can easily attract the screams and onlookers of countless crazy girls on the street. If the situation is serious, there will even be a woman who has sex at the scene, and the vagina is gushing with sticky wetness, rushing up on the spot and asking for the phone, or even desperately holding her neck and begging for sex.
This is not a fantasy plot in a fantasy novel. Women, like men, feel irresistible to words like beauty. Although many women have to take off their clothes for various reasons to have sex with the rich man who has his neck buried in dirt, but after turning off the lights, or closing their eyes and being forcefully penetrated into the body by the smell of ni¨¤os¨¡o, they are completely closed. In her conscious space, she still fantasizes about the majestic man lying on her body, either Jacky Cheung, Andy Lau, or one of countless handsome male stars, and it is definitely not someone with half-bald hair, dark spots all over her face, playing golf. He was panting for a long time while swinging the ball, and his erection erupted in less than five seconds. He was a wealthy man who was older than his grandfather.
The illumination in commercial areas is much brighter than in other areas. This mainly comes from the two rows of metal pipes extending from the top of the wall and running along the pipes to the depth of the interior. They spit out blue and red flames, much like the flame rings on the liquefying stoves of the old days. As for the energy source to maintain combustion. . . . . . The air was filled with a faint smell of armor. Judging from the environment and the resources available to underground residents, it should be biogas produced by the fermentation of rotting sewage or feces.
The population density of commercial areas is obviously much higher than that of residential areas.
As soon as I walked into the pipeline, several women in skimpy attire rushed up to me. According to the old times' view, they all had good figures. Although long-term malnutrition results in a lack of subcutaneous fat, it fully meets the definition of "skinny". They wore almost no clothing, and their chests and underwear were replaced by several pieces of cloth connected by thin strings. It seems that I can barely bring up the /xing/yu that a man wants to say sh¨¨chouch¨¡.
"With two hundred grams, I can accompany you and play as you want."
A middle-aged woman with dark skin and a strong body odor from not bathing for a long time stood in front of Lin Xiang, twisting her body in bold postures.
"I only need 150 grams. I can help you suck it out in the most comfortable position, and I can also help you clean your butt¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª"
Next to him, an old woman with no appearance at all, a pinched mouth, and apparently all her teeth had fallen out, struggled to separate the crowd with her skinny arms, and opened her mouth covered with disgusting dark tooth holes. He frowned and howled desperately: "I have no teeth, so I can't bite your vagina. You will feel more comfortable than ever before. I promise¡ª¡ª"
"With one hundred krogans, you can play with me for a full forty-eight hours."
There was a young woman in the front position, closest to Lin Xiang, who obviously didn't want to let go of this opportunity to make a fortune. She suddenly lifted the chest that covered her upper body, revealing six breasts of different sizes, hanging in bunches on her chest like grapes, and using her charming mouth to kiss her, right? Yes, I am a mutant, but I am very clean and have no radiation sickness. If you like to come from behind, I will make you feel the thrill you have never experienced before¡ª¡ª"
As she spoke, she took off the rag around her waist and turned around wildly and boldly. She saw that her tunics, which should have been divided into left and right halves, were strangely and terrifyingly divided into upper, middle, and upper halves. Next six slices. It is no longer possible to judge solely by the naked eye which tunnel seam is the real location of the vagina. Feel. . . . . . It's like a complete butt that was forcibly cut into six parts due to some kind of surgery, no scars were left, and the skin was still smooth, but it looked chilling.
This is a genetic effect caused by radiation. In the wasteland world, because their parents were infected by radiation, there are many mutants born with congenital deformities, multiple limbs, conjoined bodies, and even dual sex organs, both male and female.
Lin Xiang pushed the mutated woman in front of him with all his strength. The guard behind him took out a dagger from his waist and slashed it through the air in a threatening manner. Several sellers/yivs blocking the road did not feel anything unusual at first, until their hair fell from their foreheads one after another, and when they thought of the icy cold light passing through their eyes, they felt as if they had been bitten by some unknown insect, and their faces were full of panic. He suddenly screamed and jumped out of the way.
??Continue to move forward, walking aimlessly in the narrow and crowded pipes, passing safely through all kinds of eyes. Every few steps, a man or woman in ragged clothes would pop out from the corner, with a flattering or flattering smile on their face, frothing at the mouth and desperately trying to sell something they regarded as a treasure. . . . . . A coat that is not completely rotten, a porcelain cup that is still intact, or a ring found from the dust pile of ruins that belongs to a human from the old era, or a watch that cannot be used, are all expressed in words of praise. It is said to be a unique treasure. As for the price. . . . . . But it's just extremely cheap meat.
¡°Obviously, the residents of Sukakabalachia¡¯s understanding of currency is still stuck in the primitive barter stage. They do not accept any currency issued by family forces, and even the hard currency used in light-radiation areas, such as Skull Dollars and Red Flag Dollars, can only be regarded as waste paper here that makes people feel uncomfortable.
A wooden board about half a meter square tied with iron wire hangs across the pipe. Written with eye-catching white paint were a few crooked words on it - "passionate sensation".
Judging from the name of the sign, this should be a shop with functions such as a bar, hotel or restaurant. Along the wall of the thick sewer pipe, there were four or five shabby wooden tables that were infested with insects and ants, and there were simple triangular round stools next to them. Two stout men in old suits stood at the front and back ends of the space occupied by the table and chairs. Each held a strong and heavy nail-headed stick in their hands. They looked at the narrow passage from the side with cold and arrogant eyes. Every passer-by who passes by.
"Hello, would you like some fresh pancakes?"
An old man with a stooped body and slightly bald hair walked out of the narrow compartment in the inner wall of the pipe. With his hands half lowered, he smiled at Lin Xiang and the guards behind him who had just approached the passage: "I can see that you should be It¡¯s my first time to come to Sukaka Barachia. To be honest, this place is boring and not as fun as other places. But as long as those damn radiations continue to exist, we must stay here honestly. Haha, people are alive , you have to eat. I also have some good fried meat and pretty good wine here. Don¡¯t worry, they are all clean and definitely not the kind of dirty food that anyone can eat."
Lin Xiang did not resist as before. He hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded. Under the boss's attentive greeting, he pulled out a chair that had been wiped back and forth with a rag and sat down.
This is indeed a very smart businessman. He has a sharp eye and is good at understanding the psychology of customers. Regardless of whether the food here is edible or not, if you want to have a detailed and comprehensive understanding of the basic situation of Sukaka Balachia, necessary expenditures are always inevitable.
Two glasses of clean water are placed on the table. Very clear, no impurities visible.
"It's second-grade water, drinkable."
The guard across the table took out a needle detector from his backpack, inserted the sterilized tubular probe into the cup, and nodded lightly while looking at the numbers displayed on the surface of the instrument.
In the compartment next to the tube wall, there was a "chichi" sound that erupted when the ingredients and boiling oil just came into contact. Immediately, a very strong meat fragrance filled the air. Dozens of sallow and skinny civilians quickly gathered at both ends of the narrow passage. Their eyes flickered and stared at Lin Xiang sitting at the table. Their nostrils and mouth were rapidly expanding and contracting. The strong aroma of oily meat irritated the hungry stomachs, and everyone's throats were shaking up and down, making a clear "gurgling" sound as they swallowed saliva.
Two plates with bread and fried meat were quickly placed on the table.
The bread is very dark in color and very rough, with wheat kernels that have not completely taken off the outer shell. The meat balled into a cake shape looks crispy and refreshing, large and thick enough, and the pink and tender meat can be seen in the folded sections.
The boss did not lie. The bread and meat are very clean and are clean foods with weak radiation.
Lin Xiang sandwiched the pieces of meat with large slices of sliced ??bread, and took a big bite under the envious and longing gazes of countless onlookers. Chewing rich foodAt the same time, he also clearly saw that almost all the onlookers were following the rhythm of his teeth, subconsciously chewing air in the empty mouth. It seems that this completely instinctive action can make them feel a little bit of the fullness and happiness of actually eating something.
"How much should I pay you?"
Chewing the bread, Lin Xiang raised his head, faced the boss waiting at the table, and asked unhurriedly.
"The people of Sukakabalachia never collect any banknotes¡ª¡ª"
The old man¡¯s wrinkled smile revealed a signal with another meaning. He pulled a chair from the side and sat down, and said seriously: "I only accept gold here. Or something else, something I need."
Lin Xiang nodded clearly, swallowed the food in his mouth, took out two pistol bullets from his pocket, and placed them on the table.
"I don't have such a nine-millimeter gun. If it is a 7.62-millimeter general-purpose 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 moment, then shook his head and put it down gently.
Lin Xiang smiled, put away the pistol bullets, and took out two 7.62mm rifle bullets from the guard's backpack. He said in a sweet and soft voice: "I don't need your wine, I just need you to tell me something." Things of interest.¡± - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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