The next day.
Eastern bank of Linghu Lake.
"Ready!"
A loud and sharp voice echoed at the edge of the woods.
"Waste Al!"
The fuse was lit.
The large iron pipe fixed on the wooden pier exploded with a flash of fire and white smoke. The shell turned into a black shadow, drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and hit the lake hundreds of meters away.
After a while of waiting, a column of water rushed up into the sky, and the water splashed down in all directions. The muffled sound like spring thunder rolled along the lake with waves.
"Fuck!"
"Who the hell is setting off a cannon there!"
"Damn mosquitoes!"
"All my fish are scared away!"
The fishermen who were bragging and farting on the lakeshore with their fishing rods yelled and cursed, but the mosquitoes above their heads couldn't hear them because they were excited.
Since he solved the preparation of nitric acid and sulfuric acid, his small workshop has been able to produce a small amount of nitroglycerin, and adding a little plant fiber can get nitrocellulose. Then use a mixed solution of ethanol and ether to dissolve and gel to get very useful gelatinous gunpowder.
Although the drying process of solidifying the particles has not yet been unlocked, it is much stronger than the original black powder!
This shot is at least 30 kilograms or even 50 kilograms of black powder!
"Hahahahahaha, nice! I finally succeeded!"
Mosquito excitedly punched the tree trunk, but it didn't hurt, but he almost broke his fist.
It's a pity that there is too little sugar in the warehouse, and it's too expensive to eat. Otherwise, he can make more awesome things with sugar and potash fertilizer.
One shot is not enough.
Mosquito used fire tongs to take out the hot shell, and then loaded another one into it, adjusted it back to the previous angle and lit the fuse.
Another loud bang.
This time the shell flew farther than the last time, flying forward a full hundred meters.
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 and looked at the water column splashing on the lake.
"What, what is that?"
"Big gun?!"
"Yes, it should be called a cannon... I've seen it in the larger survivor bases. They use those cannons to deal with large alien species."
"This power is too strong. No wonder they can hunt cracked crabs!"
Unlike the shocked and admired nomads, the fishermen finally couldn't help their anger this time, and they all carried their fishing rods from the lake to find it.
"Fuck!"
"Can you go somewhere else when you fire the cannon?"
"You scared all my fish away!"
"That's right! The fish in this game are so damn hard to catch, and now they are even harder to catch!"
Seeing the fishermen led by [Stop Bullshitting] coming towards him aggressively, Mosquito hurriedly pushed his small cannon cart and ran away.
...
On the other side.
The department store not far from the south side of the abandoned tire factory.
Five players are fighting fiercely with the aliens wandering here on the B2 floor of the underground parking lot.
The radiation source is behind the door next to the freight elevator in the B1 area of the underground parking lot. This is the Nth time they have brushed this dungeon.
After repeated pulling, attracting monsters, charging and focusing fire, the cattle and horses team gradually cleared the gnawers led out by Irena, and successfully used the traps set in advance to trap the "dungeon wave SS" crawler hidden inside.
With his teammates, Fang Chang opened the Dawn, shot with a fully charged shot, and pierced the skull of the crawler with an arrow, successfully killing it.
Ye Shi, who was leaning against the concrete pillar, let out a long breath, threw away the hatchet in his hand, raised his arm to wipe the sweat, and cursed.
"Fuck! I finally cleared the game! This game's dungeon should not spawn again after it's cleared, right? Don't expect another group to appear later."
Lao Bai and Kuang Feng glared at him together.
"Don't be such a pessimist!"
"Shut up."
Ye Shi shrank his neck and shut his mouth.
"It shouldn't spawn again. If it spawns a few more times, we'll probably go bankrupt." Fang Chang walked into the creeper, pulled out the arrow stuck in its forehead, took a look and threw it away.
It was obviously useless.
"Are you sure there won't be any other monsters down there?" Irena walked out from the side with a subtle expression, holding the wall with her right hand.
Ye Shi smiled at him: "Brother, don't be afraid, it has been cleared."
Kuang Feng gave him a thumbs up: "Wait for your news."
Irena: "Fuck! Aren't you afraid?"
Old White said as a matter of course: "What's there to be afraid of? It's not a horror game."
Irena: "..."
That makes sense.
He didn't know how to refute it.
After lingering at the door for a while, Irena 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 the body fluids of gnawers and crawlers, and there were unknown fungi growing in the corners.
In this terrible environment, even mutant cockroaches would retreat.
Although the last crawler had been lured out and killed by herself, Irena was still panicking.
The atmosphere here was too weird.
He couldn't help but think of the horror games he had played.
This is called a fun game for leisure and retirement? !
Fuck!
Fortunately, what he was worried about did not happen.
With the light from the VM and the scanned map, Irena walked to the end of the passage smoothly.
There was a rusty alloy door, and a body in a chemical protective suit was lying at the door, but only bones were left of the body.
There were no signs of biting or tearing on the protective suit. It seemed that he should have died before the gnawers occupied this place, and at least decades earlier.
"The radiation index is getting higher and higher... It seems that the radiation source is behind this door."
The guy lying on the ground should be the owner of this small shelter. The backpack thrown aside is stuffed with some canned food, puffed food packaging bags, and rotten debris and mushrooms that are unrecognizable. These should be the supplies he searched from outside.
But for some reason, he died at the door of his own house.
"Brother, don't blame me."
Although she was reluctant, Irena still bit the bullet and stripped the relatively intact protective suit from the frame and put it on herself.
The air filtration system is broken.
But it doesn't matter.
He only needs to block part of the gamma rays, and the rest depends on the resistance and recovery bonus provided by the physical attribute. It shouldn't be a big problem to hold on!
Irena installed the explosives at the door and lit the fuse and ran to the exit of the passage.
"Boom!"
The thick smoke from the explosion filled the entire passage in an instant. After waiting for the smoke to dissipate, Irena returned to the door again.
The alloy door remained motionless, but the concrete wall next to it was blown up to reveal the steel structure inside.
"Good guy... it's quite strong."
After a lot of effort, Irena finally used the crowbar in her hand to clean up the concrete debris from the damaged part of the wall, and then reached in with the crowbar and arm to pick open the bolt-type door locks one by one.
Fortunately, there are no more protective structures.
Accompanied by a creaking sound, the heavy alloy door panel finally opened, and the turbid air wrapped in a stale smell came to her face.
Irena, who stepped into the room, held her breath, turned off the VM screen that was emitting a faint light, and lit the lantern she had brought earlier.
The flames flickered vaguely, gradually becoming clearer, illuminating the nearby space.
All signs indicate that this is indeed a small shelter.
At least it used to be.
The area of the shelter is not large. Compared with Shelter 404, it can even be said to be quite pocket-sized.
However, unlike the large-scale shelter facility with official background like Shelter 404, the layout of this small shelter is quite compact.
Not to mention the buffer room with two airlocks and pressurization function, there is not even a design of the entrance here.
Behind the open alloy door, directly facing the rows of shelves covered with moss.
Walk into the shelter with a lamp.
Irena carefully observed these shelves and found that above each glassware displayed on the shelves, there were long strips of lamps in series.
"Could it be... soilless cultivation?"
This should be a planting area, probably used to produce crops such as vegetables and staple food, and to 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, a few pieces of dried debris, and curled plant fibers.
He couldn't even tell what was planted here before.
After confirming the radiation index on the VM, Irena held the lamp and continued to move forward.
Behind the planting area, there were rows of real shelves.
It was the things displayed on these shelves that made him open his eyes wide.
Copper ingots, steel ingots, aluminum ingots, lead... and a large number of metals that he couldn't accurately identify with his experience in scavenging were neatly placed on them.
In addition, there are a large number of non-metallic materials such as glass fiber, graphite powder, rubber products, hydraulic oil, lubricants, adhesives, etc.
Even some liquid or powder chemicals of unknown composition!
And these materials, unlike the garbage scattered in the ruins, may have been treated with antioxidants and are well preserved, at least they look usable.
In addition to the materials used to make tools, Irena also found some unfinished tools and parts, as well as five golden ingots and ten silver ingots on the last row of shelves!
When he saw this, his eyes couldn't help but stare.
"Fuck..."
I'm rich!
It can be seen that the owner of this shelter should be a local tycoon, and it is very likely that he is the owner of this department store, or at least a major shareholder!
And this guy's sense of crisis and hands-on ability are not ordinary strong.
Next to the back of the container is a DIY workbench.
In addition to basic tools such as screwdrivers and wrenches, it is also connected to guide rails, guide plates, mold balancing devices and hydraulic overload devices. Various replaceable tools and processing modules are hung next to the workbench.
The entire workbench hardly uses high-tech electronic technology, and even if it encounters EMP, its functions will not be affected in any way.
And it is almost easy to maintain!
Even if the power is off, you can use hand cranks instead of motors to drive some processing modules on the workbench!
Compared to those high-tech tools that will be useless outside of civilized society, these durable and long-lasting "primitive tools" can give people a sense of security.
When I saw this thing, Irena had a feeling.
This workbench is much better than the workbench of the weapon shop owner!
"I'm rich, I'm rich... Let's work first."
I didn't stay here for too long. Irena, who was looking for the radiation 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 the VM, the radiation source should be inside.
Stepping into the living area cautiously, Irena saw the hibernation capsule placed against the wall facing the door at a glance.
The door of the hibernation chamber was open, and it looked like it had been broken for a long time.
From the open hatch and the scattered parts and tools nearby, someone must have tried to repair it, but failed, and it is likely that this caused a serious electrical accident, which eventually caused the shelter to lose power, the ventilation facilities to stop working, and finally suffocated the people inside.
Irena found a single bed next to it, with two skeletons lying flat on the sheets.
From the shape and size of the bones, the two should be adult women, but their specific ages are unknown.
Combined with the body found at the door and the only incubator in the room, Irena arranged and combined at least four possibilities in her mind for the question of "who is the owner of the shelter".
However, no matter which one it is, it doesn't matter.
For a player who is eager to pass the dungeon, the story of the dead is insignificant.
After a careful search, Irena quickly found the radioactive source that made his VM beep on a generator-like facility.
It was a pitch-black cylinder inserted into a circular groove.
Based on the story background of "Wasteland OL", this thing is probably some kind of civilian fusion battery?
Or, the "fuel rod" of the cold fusion generator?
Anyway, no matter what it is in the setting, it is obviously broken, leaving only a damaged shell and radioactive residues that have nowhere to go.
In fact, strictly speaking, nuclear fusion should be clean because the product is helium.
However, the cleanliness here is not absolutely harmless. It is just that compared with the nuclear waste produced by nuclear fission, which "radioactive residues can easily last for hundreds of thousands of years", the nuclear waste produced by controlled fusion is not that difficult to handle.
After all, any material that is irradiated by high-energy neutron rays for a long time may produce "induced radioactivity". It's just that the radiation dose of this kind of nuclear waste will be much smaller, and the harm is usually "hundred-year level", and it may be gone in a few centuries.
To put it more bluntly, as long as you don't hold the "damaged nuclear battery" directly in your hand, there will generally be no major problems.
In this regard, "Wasteland OL" is still relatively restored.
For example, now.
Irena just held this battery in her hand for a while, and she felt that she was going to die...
"No kidding, I think I can still save it."
Take the radioactive source out and throw it away, and return to the front of the cattle and horse team. Irena, who was bleeding from the nose, said seriously.
Kuangfeng glanced at him and shook his head.
"No hope."
The nosebleed is so bad, and you can still stand and talk, only in the game.
In reality, you would have been lying on the ground unconscious.
"Did you hear that? The physics teacher said you are hopeless," Ye Shi smiled and patted his shoulder, winking and said, "Don't struggle, brother, while you can still walk a few steps, hurry back to make up for yourself. We will search for things in the dungeon for you, don't worry, your share will not be less!"
Irena had a bitter face.
"I just want to ask, can recycling corpses reduce the resurrection CD?"
Fang Chang also said with a smile.
"How is it possible? Didn't you read the official website setting collection? The resurrection CD is not a death penalty. But you are lucky, at least the VM is not broken, otherwise you have to buy it again. By the way, if you are worried about not being able to make it to the base, you can leave the VM with us, so that you don't die halfway through the walk, and you don't pick up the corpse and VM, which will be a big trouble."
Irena: "Fuck! You are not concerned about me, but VM! Is there no warmth in this cold world?"
Ye Shi rolled his eyes.
"Isn't this just worrying that you'll waste your money? Isn't that caring about you?"
"Okay, stop talking," Lao Bai coughed and interrupted Ye Shi's beeping, then looked at Irena and comforted her, "We can give you 5% more of the revenue from the dungeon, which should be enough to compensate for your losses in the past 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 dungeon was discovered by the Niu Ma team, and the output was basically done by a few of them, and a lot of ammunition and supplies were consumed.
As a passerby who got on the bus halfway, the share that belonged to Irena in the agreement was only 10%, and an extra 5% was already quite generous.
Lao Bai's words finally made Irena feel that there was still a little warmth left in this cold world.
With a tragic look on her face, Irena wiped off her VM and handed it to Lao Bai solemnly.
"Tell Xiaoyu for me, just say..."
He fell to the ground with a thump when he was halfway through his words.
Ye Shi couldn't help but laugh like a pig.
Kuangfeng turned his head and his shoulders shook.
Looking at the pool of blood on his sleeve, Lao Bai was full of black lines and finally sighed.
"I'll get him to the caravan outside first."
"Let's drag him back together later."