Chapter 119

The next day.

East Bank of Linghu lake.

"Ready!"

A loud, sharp voice echoed on the edge of the forest.

"Al!"

The fuse ignited.

The big iron pipe fixed on the wooden pier exploded a firelight and white smoke. The shell turned into a dark shadow, drew a beautiful parabola in the air and hit the lake hundreds of meters away.

After a few minutes of waiting, a column of water rose into the sky, and the spray scattered and fell. The dull sound of spring thunder rolled down the lake with waves.

"Grass!"

"Who's shooting there!"

"Dog's mosquito!"

"My fish are scared away!"

The fishermen who boasted and farted with fishing rods on the shore of the lake shouted and scolded, but the mosquitoes on their heads could not hear them.

Since the preparation of nitric acid and sulfuric acid was solved, his small workshop has been able to produce a small amount of nitroglycerin, and nitrocotton can be obtained by adding a little plant fiber. A very useful colloidal gunpowder can be obtained by dissolving and gelatinizing it with a mixed solution of ethanol and ether.

Although the drying process of solidified particles has not been unlocked, it is much stronger than the original black powder!

In the past, there were at least 30 kilograms - maybe 50 kilograms of black powder!

"Ha ha, NAIS! I finally succeeded!"

The mosquito waved his fist excitedly. As a result, his fist beat on the tree trunk. It didn't hurt, but he almost broke his fist.

Unfortunately, there is too little white sugar in the warehouse and it's too expensive to eat. Otherwise, he can make more awesome things with white sugar and potassium fertilizer.

It's not fun.

The mosquito took out the hot cartridge case with fire pliers, then filled it again, turned it back to the previous angle and lit the fuse.

There was another loud bang.

This time the shell flew farther than last time. It flew a full hundred meters further.

The explosion echoed on the lake.

The nomads who were coming to the lake shore to get water were frightened by the thunderous sound and stood still to see the water column splashing on the lake.

"Well, what's that?"

"Big gun?!"

"Yes, it should be called guns... I've seen those larger survivor strongholds. They use those guns to deal with large aliens."

"It's too powerful. No wonder they can hunt split clawed crabs!"

Different from the shocked and amazed nomads, the fishermen finally couldn't help being angry this time and went to the lake with fishing rods.

"Shit!"

"Can you go somewhere else?"

"My fish are scared away by you!"

"Yes! The fish in this game is so difficult to catch, and now it's even harder to catch!"

Seeing the fishermen headed by [less pulling calves] coming towards themselves, the mosquito hurriedly pushed his small gun car and ran away.

……

The other side.

A department store not far south of the abandoned tire factory.

Five players are on the B2 floor of the underground parking lot, fighting with the aliens wandering here.

The radioactive source is behind the door next to the cargo elevator in area B1 of the underground parking lot. This is the nth time they have brushed this copy.

After several times of pulling, attracting monsters, charging and setting fire, the cattle and horse team gradually cleared away the eaters led by Irena, and successfully trapped the "copy boss" - the climber by using the traps laid in advance.

Cooperating with his teammates, the commander opened the dawn, shot with a powerful shot, and an arrow ran through the climber's skull, killing him successfully.

The night ten leaning on the concrete column took a breath, threw away the sharpened firewood knife in his hand, raised his arm to wipe sweat and scolded.

"Gan! It's special to pass the Customs at last! The copy of the game should be passed, so you won't brush it? Don't come out again later."

Lao Bai glared at him with the wind.

"Don't crow mouth!"

"Shut up."

At night ten, he shrunk his neck, closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"I shouldn't be able to brush. If I brush a few more waves, I'm afraid I'll go bankrupt." the commander walked into the climber, pulled out the arrow inserted in its forehead, looked at it and threw it away.

Obviously it doesn't work anymore.

"Are you sure there won't be any more monsters below?" Irene came out subtly with her right hand holding the wall.

Night ten smiled at him: "brother, don't be afraid, it's empty."

The strong wind gave a thumbs up: "wait for your news."

Elena: "Gan! Aren't you afraid?"

Old Bailey said of course, "there's nothing to be afraid of. It's not a horror game."

Irena: "

That makes sense.

He didn't know how to refute it.

After dawdling at the door for a while, Elena finally went in with a crowbar and explosives for breaking the door.

It was a corridor that was neither wide nor narrow. It was probably a spare warehouse before the war.

The stench was suffocating, the ground was full of body fluids from gnawing and crawling, and unknown fungi grew in the corner.

In this terrible environment, even mutant cockroaches will retreat.

Although the last climber had been led out and killed by herself, Irene was still in a panic.

The atmosphere here is so weird.

He always couldn't help thinking of several horror games he had played.

This is called the joy game focusing on leisure and elderly care?!

Gan!

Fortunately, what he feared did not happen.

With the light from VM and the scanned map, Irena walked smoothly to the end of the channel.

There was a rusty alloy door. At the door, there was a body in chemical protective clothing, but the body was only bones.

There was no sign of gnawing or tearing on the protective clothing. It seems that he died before the gnawing people occupied here, and at least decades earlier.

"The radiation index is getting higher and higher... It seems that the radioactive source is behind this door."

The man lying on the ground should be the owner of the small shelter. The backpack he threw aside was stuffed with cans, puffed food bags, and unidentifiable debris and mushrooms - these should be the supplies he found from the outside.

But I don't know why, he died at his door.

"Brother, don't blame me."

Although she was reluctant, Irena still hardened her scalp, stripped off the fairly complete protective clothing from the bone shelf and put it on herself.

The air filtration system is broken.

But it doesn't matter.

He only needs to block some gamma rays, and the rest depends on the resistance and recovery bonus provided by physical attributes. The problem of supporting should not be big!

The explosive was installed at the door, and Irena, who lit the fuse, ran to the exit of the passage.

"Boom!"

The smoke of the explosion filled the whole passage in an instant. Waiting for the smoke to disperse, Irena turned back to the door again.

The alloy gate was still motionless, but the concrete wall next to it was blown to expose the steel structure inside.

"Good guy... Very strong."

After a lot of effort, Elena finally cleaned up the concrete debris from the damaged wall with the crowbar in her hand, then extended the crowbar and her arm together and lifted the plug-in door locks one by one.

Fortunately, there are no more protective structures.

With the squeaking sound, the heavy alloy door was finally opened, and the turbid air wrapped in a stale smell came to my face.

Irena, who stepped into the room, held her breath, turned off the VM screen with weak light and lit the lantern she had brought before.

The flames flickered vaguely and gradually became clear, illuminating the nearby space.

There are signs that this is indeed a small shelter.

At least it was.

The area of the shelter is small. Compared with shelter 404, it can even be said to be quite pocket.

However, unlike the large-scale refuge facilities with official background like refuge 404, the layout of this small shelter is quite compact.

Not to mention the buffer chamber with two air locks and pressurization function, there is not even a porch design here.

Behind the open alloy door, directly facing the rows of moss covered shelves.

Walk into the shelter with a lamp.

Irena carefully observed these shelves and found that long strip lamps were connected in series above the glassware displayed on the shelves.

"Is it... Soilless cultivation?"

This should be a planting area, which is probably used to produce crops such as vegetables and staple food, and improve the air environment in the shelter.

However, after so many years, the water in the culture tank has long dried up, leaving only a layer of dead moss, several dry debris and curly plant fibers.

He couldn't even see what had been planted here before.

After confirming the radiation index on VM, Elena continued to move forward with the light.

Behind the planting area, there are rows of real shelves.

It was the things displayed on these shelves that made him open his eyes.

Copper ingots, steel ingots, aluminum ingots, lead... And a large number of metals that could not be accurately identified by his scavenging experience were placed neatly on it.

In addition, there are a large number of non-metallic materials such as glass fiber, graphite powder, rubber products, hydraulic oil, lubricant, adhesive and so on.

Even some liquid or powder chemicals with unknown composition!

And these materials, different from the garbage scattered in the ruins, may have been treated with anti-oxidation treatment and are well preserved. At least they seem to be usable.

In addition to these materials for making utensils, Irena also found some unfinished tools and parts on the last row of shelves, as well as five yellow gold ingots and ten silver ingots!

When he saw here, his eyes couldn't help staring straight.

"Horizontal trough..."

I'm rich!

It can be seen that the owner of the shelter should be a local tyrant, and it is likely to be the owner of the department store, or at least a major shareholder!

And this guy's crisis awareness and practical ability are not generally strong.

Next to the back of the container is a DIY workbench.

In addition to basic tools such as screwdrivers and wrenches, guide rails, guide plates, die balancing devices and hydraulic overload devices are also connected. Beside the worktable, various replaceable tools and processing modules are hung.

The whole workbench hardly uses sophisticated electronic technology. Since it encounters EMP, its function will not be affected.

And maintenance is almost no difficulty!

Even if the power is off, you can use hand to replace the motor to drive some processing modules on the workbench!

Compared with those sophisticated tools that stop cooking when they leave civilized society, these durable and ultra long shelf-life "original tools" can bring people a better sense of security.

Irena felt it when she saw it.

This workbench is much better than that of the landlady of the weapons store!

"Get rich, get rich... Work first."

Without staying here too long, Irena, who was looking for the radioactive source, continued to move forward and passed through the door behind the workbench.

Behind the door should be the living area.

According to the rising radiation index on VM, the radiation source should be inside.

Carefully stepping into the living area, Irena saw the sleeping cabin facing the door and placed against the wall.

The door of the dormancy module is open and seems to have been broken for a long time.

From the open hatch cover and the scattered parts and tools nearby, someone should have tried to repair it, but it failed, and it is likely to lead to a serious power accident, which eventually led to the power failure of the shelter, the stop of ventilation facilities, and finally suffocate the people inside.

Irena found a single bed next to her, with two skeletons lying on the sheets.

From the shape and size of the bones, both should be adult women, but the specific age is unknown.

Combined with the body found at the door and the only training cabin in the room, Irena arranged and combined at least four possibilities in her mind on the question of "who is the owner of the shelter".

However, neither is important.

For a player eager to pass the copy, the story of the dead doesn't matter at all.

After a careful search, Irena soon found the radioactive source that made his VM beep and jump on a generator like facility.

It was a painted black cylinder inserted in a circular groove.

According to the story background of waste soil ol, this thing is probably a civil type of fusion battery?

Or, the "fuel rod" of the cold fusion generator?

Anyway, no matter what it is in the setting, it has obviously broken, leaving only the damaged shell and radioactive residue nowhere to place.

In fact, strictly speaking, nuclear fusion should be clean because the product is helium.

However, the cleanliness here is not harmless in the absolute sense. It is only that compared with those nuclear waste produced by nuclear fission with "radioactive residues from hundreds of thousands of years", the nuclear waste produced by controlled fusion is not so difficult to deal with.

After all, any material irradiated by high-energy neutron rays for a long time may produce "induced radioactivity". However, the radiation dose of this kind of nuclear waste will be much smaller. The harm is usually "Grade 100", which may disappear in a few centuries.

To put it bluntly, as long as you don't directly hold the "damaged nuclear battery" in your hand, there won't be much trouble under normal circumstances.

On this point, "waste soil ol" is still relatively restored.

Like now.

Irena just held the battery in her hand for a while, and she felt like she was dying

"No kidding, I think I can save it."

Take out the radioactive source, throw it away, and return to the front of the cattle and horse team. Irena, with a nosebleed, said solemnly.

The wind looked at him and shook his head.

"It's hopeless."

Nose blood is flowing like this. You can still stand and talk, that is, in the game.

In reality, I'm already unconscious on the ground.

"Did you hear that? The physics teacher said you were hopeless," Yeshi smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said with a wink, "don't struggle, brother, go back and mend yourself while you can take two steps. We'll search for the things in the copy for you. Don't worry, your share won't be less!"

Elena has a bitter face.

"I just want to ask, can the recovery of corpses reduce the resurrection CD?"

Fang Chang also said with a smile.

"How could it be? Didn't you see the official website set? The resurrection CD is not a death penalty. But you're lucky. At least the VM isn't broken, or you have to buy it again. By the way, if you're worried that you can't make it to the base, you can put the VM here, so that you won't be in big trouble if you lie half dead and don't pick up the body and VM."

Irena: "Gan! What you care about is not me, but VM! Is there no warmth in this cold world?"

I turned my eyes at night.

"I'm worried that you'll spend money wrongly, and I don't care about you -"

"Well, don't talk," Lao Bai coughed and interrupted the beep at night 10, then looked at Irena and comforted, "we can share you 5% more in the income of the copy, which should compensate you for the loss of these three days. We'll call you next time we have a chance to cooperate. What do you think?"

5% is already a lot. After all, the copy was found by the cattle and horse team, and the output was basically played by several of them, which consumed a lot of ammunition and supplies.

As a passer-by on the way, the agreed share of Irena was only 10%, and an extra 5% was quite kind.

Lao Bai's words finally made Irena feel that this cold world is still a little warm.

With a tragic face, Irena took off her VM and solemnly handed it to Lao Bai.

"Tell Xiaoyu for me and say..."

Halfway through the conversation, the man fell to the ground with a splash.

At night, he couldn't help laughing and barking.

The wind turned his head and his shoulders shook.

Looking at a pool of blood on his sleeve, old white was covered with black lines, and finally sighed.

"I'll get him out in the caravan first."

"Let's drag it back later."

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