I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 297: How could it be him?

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It's obviously unwise to enter from the front, but Jiang Chen didn't even plan to enter by himself.

Survey such things, just let the drone do it.

Instructed the older soldier to report back to Cheng Weiguo and asked him to bring some people over to support him. At the same time, Jiang Chen also ordered the younger soldier to run to the back door of the mall to guard and prevent someone from escaping from behind.

After doing all this, Jiang Chen took out a reconnaissance hummingbird drone from the storage space. This type of hummingbird chassis is not equipped with a machine gun. Instead, it is a set of relatively light and multi-functional camera monitoring equipment, which is competent for various reconnaissance tasks and is a very convenient reconnaissance tool.

However, Jiang Chen was not completely satisfied. After thinking for a moment, he also installed two fist-shaped sticky explosives on the top shell of the drone to make use of the excess load of the drone.

Connecting the drone to a power armored computer, he carefully approached the mall, and then threw out the disc in his hand at the KFC door near the mall gate, manipulating the drone toward the window on the third floor Gone away.

There was no sound, the disc-shaped drone was close to the window closed by the cloth, and the pin camera under the chassis penetrated into the cloth.

There is nothing suspicious in the room except for a desk and a row of file shelves.

Slit the cloth a little, and the drone slowly drifted into the room. Just below the window, Jiang Chen saw a disc-shaped fragment mine.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but numb his scalp for a while.

Fortunately, TMD did n’t turn in. It turned out that Nima was full of traps everywhere.

Not just a window, but also an infrared stumbling thunder beneath the open door.

However, these things are not useful for drones.

Mastering the drone skillfully, he flew directly into the same deserted corridor, and Jiang Chen searched next to the room.

Most rooms are empty, or the pre-war office supplies are stacked.

But in the room at the end of the hallway, he saw something different.

Four refrigerator-sized metal machines are arranged in a row, and stand at the entrance. Close to the machine, a faint whine of fan sound can be heard. Is this a computer case? But it doesn't look like it.

In the center of the room is a blood-stained operating table, and the light shining through the cracks in the wooden board of the window happens to sprinkle on the operating table. There are three or two scalpels on the rusty tray. From the blood stains that have not been completely black, it seems that there was only one operation here soon.

The more disturbing scalp is the paint bucket placed in the corner.

The barrel is obviously not filled with paint, but blood and cold broken limbs mixed with minced meat.

"Lying Groove." Jiang Chen, who was outside the mall, scolded, and his stomach twitched faintly.

These things are obviously not what a mall should have.

Jiang Chen maneuvered the drone around the room, searching for something that might reveal information, but there was a faint noise coming downstairs.

With a move in his heart, Jiang Chen immediately drove the drone out of the room and down the stairs.

Flying directly over rows and rows, the disc stopped at the door of an office

The door is closed, but this is nothing but the talented Yao Yao.

This little girl not only has no one in programming, but also has a profound knowledge in the modification of electronic equipment. Jiang Chen carefully controlled the hummingbird close to the door handle, aimed at the mechanical keyhole, and then stabbed the probe with the camera in front.

The probe pierces through the keyhole, making a few bends in the keyhole, and smoothly passes through the back of the door.

The light in the room is dim, but you can see clearly.

There are four people in the room, three standing and one lying.

It was Meng Qian lying on the ground, and the closest to him was a man with a beard. The tall man could not see his face clearly, but intuitively told Jiang Chen that this man was dangerous. As for the man with his back to the door, it doesn't seem to have any sense of existence, it should be a little role.

......

"Damn, why did this idiot take the medicine himself, didn't I tell him, don't take this medicine! How do you think this is a shame?" Speaking, he kicked Meng Qian's foot on the ground unconsciously.

This foot seems to hurt Meng Qian, and wakes him from a coma.

When he realized that he was bundled into dumplings, his eyes gradually became frightened.

"What should I do next?" Standing next to him was a thin, tall man with a streamlined rifle in his hand. At the moment, he was staring coldly at Meng Qian who was twisting on the ground. Speak in a tone without emotion.

"Or ... first observe for a while?" the man standing at the door suggested.

"That's the only way, at least wait for him to wake up." The groan sighed, walked to the chair and sat down, lit a cigarette.

"You, who are you! Why tie me up! God, are you crazy? Hong Bo, Xiao Du, come and help me! These few neuropathy ..." One person's desk yelled, and Meng Qian ran into some inexplicable name.

Judging from the reactions on the faces of those people, his name should not belong to anyone present.

"Who can keep this guy quiet." Spitting a smoke ring, Na Luo shook his cigarette butts, saying impatiently.

Bang—!

A ray of smoke rose from the rifle in the hand of the tall man.

Meng Qian was completely quiet. In those big eyes, the pupil gradually loosened.

Blood was spreading along his back, reflecting the blood hole in his forehead.

The quietness in the room is terrible.

The cigarette sandwiched between the fingers of the beard fluttered, froze there motionlessly, and after a while, a piece of cigarette ash was peeled off silently.

"You ... killed him?"

"Yes," the thin tall man said disapprovingly.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the beard was obviously dissatisfied with this man's approach, but it seemed out of some kind of fear that he didn't dare to get angry with this tall man.

"Okay, this is all right, everything has to start again." The beard patted a thigh, flicked the cigarette butts in his hand, and complained to his knee.

"Waste is worthless," the lanky man said casually.

"But we can at least know the situation of the camp from his mouth. Now, we don't even know whether he has contacted those blue skins." The man standing at the door said helplessly.

I do n’t know whether it ’s because I realized my sloppyness or extreme arrogance. The tall man did n’t explain his peer ’s complaint.

For a moment, he said in a commanded tone.

"Using the mutant flies, inject the drug in its toxin sac and place them around the shelter ... I ’ll take care of the surgery. You can find two mutant flies back. "

The brain-sized flies, attacked by shooting barbed maggots, are one of the most disgusting creatures on the wasteland. Although it is not aggressive, the germs carried on it are very diverse, but it is very troublesome.

"Want to live?" Luo Hu raised his eyebrows.

"Uh." The man nodded.

"Are you kidding? Catching two mutant flies alive? Do you think that thing is a rabbit?" Perhaps the tone of the command made Luo Hu really unbearable, and he shouted at the tall, thin man.

"If you are infected with mutant germs, I can help you deal with it." The indifferent tone is still there, said the tall man.

"Drink!" Luo Che sneered disdainfully, "I will not let you touch Lao Tzu's internal organs. I tell you, our Crimson Chamber of Commerce is only a cooperative relationship with you, not your servant."

"Is this what your boss meant?" That thin and tall man

"We help you enter the refuge, and you gave us the recipe for that medicine-"

"Hush." ​​The tall, thin man suddenly raised a finger and pressed it against his lips.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Found? !

Jiang Chen swallowed and began to retreat with the drone.

At this moment, unfortunately, something happened.

Because the keyhole has not been oiled for a long time, the probe made a slight sound when it withdrew from the keyhole.

"Who's there!" There was a loud drink behind the door, and the man near the door quickly twisted his handle and slammed the door open.

Seeing that it has been discovered, Jiang Chen was fortunate to maximize the power of the drone engine. Along with the buzzing of the electric current, the drone rushed into the room.

The thin, tall man raised his muzzle, but at the moment when he saw his face clearly, Jiang Chen was shocked.

Lin Chaoen! ? How could this be?

Lin Chaoen who met with the Bullet Shell Tavern in the sixth block of the rebel alliance? !

He almost forgot about this guy. After the agreement to cooperate against the mutants, there was no news, and he did n’t expect to encounter it here!

Lin Chaoen pulled the trigger, and at the same time, Jiang Chen reflexively pressed the stick bomb switch.

The drone signal was interrupted and Jiang Chen looked up to the second floor of the mall.

A delay of about half a second.

Boom--!

With a roaring blast, the scarlet fire flashed, and the wooden board that sealed the window was exploded tens of meters away.

Jiang Chen was a little messy looking at the thick smoke coming out of the window.

He does n’t understand it completely. What kind of play is this? (To be continued.)