Chapter 333 Fuel Rods Hidden in the Basement
The gunfire and explosions in the underground garage finally subsided.
A man wearing animal skins and a tooth string hanging around his neck was dragged out of the garage entrance by two little players, one on each side.
Even though he was covered in blood and his hands were tied, he was still yelling.
Unfortunately, his actions were destined to be in vain, and the players around him couldn't understand what he was saying at all.
As a war criminal, he would be sent to Dawn City to be tried according to the laws of the New Alliance.
And after that, what awaits him will be the gallows of justice.
In addition to Fox Fang, a total of 282 stubborn looters were all shot dead.
It's not that no one wants to surrender, but that there is no chance to surrender.
The brutal street fighting is like a rolling meat grinder, especially in the dark environment of the underground garage. Let alone capturing any prisoners, it is already very good not to accidentally hurt friendly forces. No one will hold back.
Both the Death Corps and the Ape Fang Tribe, who took the lead, suffered considerable casualties. .
Seeing his men coming out of the underground garage covered in dust, Yuanya's face was full of pain.
In the brutal street fighting just now, his tribe lost at least 20% of its members, leaving behind 200 corpses...
But when he saw the miserable end of Huya, the pain in his heart suddenly disappeared.
This was a necessary sacrifice.
Everything was worth it...
Different from Yuanya's inner struggle and the cannon fodder who survived the disaster.
Although the players who came out of the underground garage also suffered considerable casualties, they were completely different.
"Shotguns are awesome!"
"Indeed! Too strong for street fighting!"
"LD-47 is still a little weak in close combat, and it's too difficult to penetrate unarmored Marauders."
"It's not that bad, actually? I'll just fire a round at it, and if it doesn't kill him with one shot, he'll be knocked down with two shots."
"Let the dog mosquitoes come out with all the shotguns later, damn, it's too hard to replenish the ammunition for the captured equipment!"
"+10086."
The surviving players excitedly exchanged their battlefield experiences, and soon reached a consensus on the same thing.
The new alliance needs to add a shotgun to the standard equipment to clear trenches and underground bunkers!
And chlorine gas bombs.
Although this thing is not very humane, it doesn't matter in the game, of course, it's best to use it.
What's more, without this thing, their gas masks have become completely useless.
Just when the players were bragging, the Piltover paratroopers from the Jungle Corps came over and caught a good brother and asked.
"Where's Big Eyes? Why didn't he come out with you?"
When they heard Big Eyes, everyone was stunned.
"Big Eyes?"
"Hahaha!"
"You mean the idiot who roasted himself? Hahaha, I can't take it anymore, let me laugh for a while."
Looking at the construction site boy and the brick squatting on the ground laughing so hard that they were out of breath, the Piltover paratroopers were stunned at first, and their faces changed instantly.
"Fuck!"
"My flamethrower!"
The players who had been holding back their laughter also laughed out loud after hearing this sentence...
Just when the Piltover brothers were mourning for their flamethrowers, the soldiers of the Second Corps were busy transferring the spoils and slaves from the Four New Districts to the southern part of the city.
After seeing the photo sent by Chu Guang, Yin Fang said "Leave it there" and then rushed over from Shelter No. 404 in Qingquan City.
Since there was no direct transportation, he first took a train and then took a truck transporting building materials in Qingshi County, and finally arrived in Xizhou before dark.
The edge of the Four New District, the only entrance to the villa area that was not flooded by the lake.
Without waiting for the raft to stop, Yin Fang jumped off it.
The air was filled with a stench, and there were flies flying on the roadside. The whole area was like rotten meat soaked in a stinky ditch.
Seeing the bloody graffiti and totems made of human bones around, Yin Fang shuddered subconsciously and couldn't help complaining.
"... Can people really live in this kind of place?"
"You have seen the Predator before." Chu Guang, who was standing next to him, had already turned on the air circulation device of the power armor, completely ignoring the unpleasant smell around.
"I have seen it, but now I have a new understanding..." Looking at Chu Guang's power armor with envy, Yin Fang coughed and continued, "Where is that thing?"
"Follow me."
Leaving this sentence, Chu Guang walked in front and took Yin Fang back to Jin Ya's villa and went straight to the warehouse in the basement.
The spoils in the villa have been emptied, but only this underground warehouse is still intact.
A large number of parts are scattered in the warehouse, and you can see half-disassembled bionic robots and some strange gadgets inside.
And the most conspicuous one is undoubtedly the gas tank-shaped device placed in the center of the warehouse.
Its shell is orange, and it is hard to tell what material it is made of. Chu Guang studied it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what this thing is used for.
But after seeing it, Yin Fang's face suddenly showed a happy expression.
"The gas tank of the fuel rod! It is indeed! Thank God, you didn't touch it!"
The gas tank of the fuel rod? !
Upon hearing this, Chu Guang was slightly stunned, and immediately said nervously.
"Will it explode?"
"Explode? What are you thinking about? It's not that easy to trigger a fusion reaction, not to mention that this is the fuel rod of the third-generation reactor. It is safe from any angle... Of course, it is also extremely valuable."
Yin Fang walked forward, half squatted in front of the gas tank-like device, found the interface, and connected it to the touchpad modified by VM.
After some operation, the screen lit up.
"103.9 kilograms... Unbelievable!" Looking at the characters and numbers displayed on the touchpad, Yin Fang was so excited that his voice trembled.
"103 kilograms of what?" Chu Guang asked reflexively.
"Helium-3! 103 kilograms of helium-3!" Yin Fang stood up from the ground excitedly and looked back at Chu Guang, "We've made a fortune!"
Hearing what Yin Fang said, Chu Guang subconsciously held his breath.
Although he had no idea about more than 100 kilograms of helium-3, he understood Yin Fang's words of making a fortune.
Swallowing his saliva, he continued.
"100 kilograms of helium-3...what does it mean?"
"What does it mean?" Yin Fang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then said, "Let's put it this way, a slightly better reactor, one kilogram of helium-3 can generate about 1 billion kilowatt-hours of electricity! What do you think this means?"
"One billion?!"
One ton of coal can generate about 3,000 kilowatt-hours of electricity.
So 1 billion kilowatt-hours of electricity...330,000 tons of coal?
100 kilograms of helium-3 is approximately equal to 33 million tons of coal?
Of course, this metaphor is definitely inaccurate and can only be used as a reference for easy understanding.
Looking at the gas tank in front of him... no, it should be said that it is a fuel rod, Chu Guang felt a little confused.
Happiness came too suddenly.
He didn't know what expression to make for a while.
Yin Fang was the same. He reached out and touched the gas tank, and a trace of obsession appeared on his face.
"Such rich and pure helium-3, I have been an explorer for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen it. It is really difficult to get some helium-3. The Earth-Moon flight has been suspended for more than 200 years... Where did you get this good stuff?"
As he said this, Yin Fang looked at Chu Guang expectantly, and that expression obviously hoped to get an answer from him.
Unfortunately, Chu Guang didn't know how to answer this question.
"... It's useless for you to ask me. I also want to know where this thing came from." When Chu Guang said this, his face was full of strange expressions.
According to the intelligence collected from the captives, the main trading partner of the Ya clan is the Bugera Free State.
It is backed by the Great Rift Valley and is located at the transportation hub of the northern plains of the River Valley Province. In theory, anyone can do business there, and it is difficult to identify the specific seller.
But then again, why would a predator buy this thing...
Just then, Chu Guang suddenly noticed the pamphlet scattered on the side, so he reached out and picked it up.
There was a line of words written on the cover of the pamphlet - "Chasing the Galaxy"
What the hell?
After reading this line of title, Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then flipped back and frowned slightly.
"..."
Comics?
And it's a mecha theme.
Glancing at the scattered bionic parts on the ground and the iron rack against the wall, Chu Guang suddenly understood something, and the expression on his face became subtle.
Oh my goodness.
Is this going to build a Gundam? !
Looking closely, the iron rack is not a container at all, but a horizontal mechanical leg and arm.
However, due to the abstract workmanship, he did not recognize it at the first time.
Thinking of this, a picture emerged in Chu Guang's mind.
A disheveled man, holding a pre-war comic book in his hand, stood in front of an unevolved baboon, selling the garbage he picked up from nowhere -
'Brother, I see you are amazing. Here is a martial arts secret book. Since you and I are destined to be together, I will sell it to you for 1 million dinars. '
It can only be said that one dares to sell and the other dares to believe.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Chu Guang staring at the corner of the wall, Yin Fang asked curiously.
Chu Guang shook his head.
"Nothing..."
Since some people worship the black box as a god, it is not surprising that they mistake the pre-war comic book for a "black technology manual".
Looking at the orange gas tank again, Yin Fang said with envy.
"100 kilograms of helium-3... If it's in the academy, they will even exchange the information of Class A technology with you."
Chu Guang: "It's impossible to exchange. I need energy more than the Class A technology that I can't use temporarily."
Yin Fang nodded: "Indeed, I don't recommend you to sell it. With your current manufacturing level, it's a miracle to be able to produce Class D technology. It's better to be pragmatic."
The higher the technical content, the higher the cost, the more complicated the process, and the more industrial chains involved.
In the current situation of the New Alliance, the first priority is to develop productivity, and the second priority is high-precision technology.
Class D technology such as solid hydrogen may not be less useful than Class A technology such as metallic hydrogen.
But what Chu Guang wants to complain about is, who said that it's a miracle that the New Alliance can produce Class D technology?
According to the academy's classification standards for pre-war technology, A3 aerospace aluminum should be considered Class C technology.
In other words, the industrial capacity of the New Alliance can already produce Class C technology!
Although there is only one.
"This gas tank should have been removed from the fuel rod... Although I don't know which idiot removed it, fortunately the parts are all here, and it won't be a problem to assemble it."
Looking at the materials scattered around, Yin Fang continued.
"Now all that's left to do is to find the reactor and the No. 101 shelter... Let me make it clear that I can't repair that thing. I'm just an explorer, not a nuclear engineer."
Chu Guang said with a smile.
"Don't worry about that. I've arranged for someone to find it."
"Really? That's great."
Yin Fang breathed a sigh of relief.
His biggest headache on weekdays is that whenever the manager in front of him encounters a problem related to technology, regardless of whether it is within his professional scope, he will just give him a solution.
What can he do?
Even if it is the same language, being able to read and write are two completely different concepts, not to mention a complex and systematic project like a controlled fusion reactor.
"...It will take some time to reassemble the fuel rods. Can you find a few people to help me move the parts out?" Looking around, Yin Fang pinched his nose and frowned, "The smell here is too strong. I don't want to work in this ghost place."
It's not just the smell.
The environment here is just like a haunted house. You can just set up a stall at the door and charge admission. Normal people won't want to stay here for long.
"No problem."
Chu Guang nodded, waved his index finger lightly, opened the map casually, randomly selected a group of lucky players from the nearby players, and issued a task to help move things.
A total of 10 people are needed. 10 silver, 10 tribute, and 50 points will be given for completing the task.
The pop-up window of the task was almost just appeared, and it was sold out in an instant.
Chu Guang suspected that these guys didn't even read the content of the task and took it without saying a word.
Click on the task details to take a look.
Wow, 9 out of 10 people are agile.
This is too fast!
"... Someone will come to help you in a while. I have something else to do, so I won't stay here any longer."
As soon as the voice fell, a line of light blue pop-up windows suddenly appeared in front of Chu Guang.
[Task: Recover the VM of the manager of Shelter No. 101 (the equipment number and DNA verification record must match the information registered in the database)]
[Reward: 3500 DNA sequences. ]
3500 "activation codes"!
When Chu Guang saw the last line of task rewards, he clenched his fists excitedly.
The 3000 activation codes given for opening the B4 layer before were almost distributed.
With these 3500 new DNA sequences, the upper limit of players in "Wasteland OL" will be increased from 3500 to 7000!
It has doubled directly!
Thinking of this, Chu Guang couldn't help but say.
"Digging graves is the right way to become stronger!"
However, this excitement did not last long. After just half a minute, Chu Guang calmed down.
Judging from the existing information, Shelter 101 is obviously not an ownerless ruins that has been abandoned for many years, but a shelter in operation.
In other words, their manager is still alive.
So the question is.
How to politely borrow his "vital sign monitor" from a living manager.
In a sense, this thing is equivalent to a person's black box.
It not only stores DNA information, but also most likely stores work logs and the user's personal privacy, which is equivalent to a smartphone in the 21st century.
Chu Guang thought about it from another perspective. If someone planned to borrow his phone, he would be 100% unwilling. Even if the contents were deleted cleanly, there would always be a way to restore it.
This task may not be that simple...
...
In a dark tunnel, a group of people held flashlights and searched forward.
Two hours ago, the Niuma team received a follow-up mission from the Fusion Reactor and followed the NPC Wang Zhong to find the entrance to Shelter No. 101.
Also accompanying them was Lü Bei from the Guards Corps, who served as the representative of the New Alliance in negotiations with Shelter No. 101.
Five players spread out around, protecting the two NPCs in the middle of the team.
However, this mission was unexpectedly simple, and there were basically no difficult threats along the way.
The most dangerous alien species they encountered was just a multi-legged beast that ran in from nowhere.
In most cases, they encountered mutant rats and cockroaches...
Especially the former.
The entire Xizhou City has almost become a world of rats.
These little things have weak combat power, and a grenade can kill a lot of them.
If you encounter a lone one, you don't even need to shoot, and you can easily solve it with close combat.
After kicking the body of a mutant rat to the side, Ye Shi said with helplessness on his face.
"We should bring Brother Qiangrensunan with us."
Quit Smoking scratched his head.
"It's useless to bring him with us. By the time he conquers all the rats in the tunnel, we will have enough time to clear the entire map twice."
Qiangrensunan has shared a strategy on the official website. If you want to conquer a mutant rat, you first need to beat the opponent with bare hands until his belly is exposed and he admits defeat.
Similarly, Death Claw players can theoretically conquer Death Claw.
The premise is to conquer the opponent.
Wang Zhong, who was leading the way, didn't understand the conversation of these people, and thought they were impatient to walk, so he hurriedly said.
"It's just in front, we'll be there soon!"
Lv Bei, who was walking next to him, comforted him and said.
"Don't worry, you should recall it carefully and try not to go the wrong way."
"Don't worry, sir, I have walked this road many times, and I can find it even with my eyes closed!" Wang Zhong said confidently.
The group continued to move forward and finally reached their destination.
Wang Zhong stopped in front of an iron door and knocked on it.
There was no response from behind the iron door.
Wang Zhong looked a little anxious and knocked again.
Looking at the NPC's actions, Ye Shi whispered in a low voice.
"Why don't we help him blow the door open."
Hearing this, Fang Chang coughed lightly and said.
"This is a mission with the 'only' label. If you fail, you will lose your camp favorability. I advise you not to make trouble."
Jieyan scratched his head.
"Why do I feel that what Brother Ye Shi said makes sense? Aren't those shelter residents hiding in the shelter? This door is not the entrance to the shelter, how could there be someone--"
Before he finished speaking, the iron door suddenly creaked and opened a crack to the outside.
A face popped out from the crack.
Seeing Wang Zhong standing at the door, the man was stunned and said unexpectedly.
"Wang Zhong? You're still alive?!"
Wang Zhong said with an excited smile.
"What are you talking about? What do you mean I'm still alive? Is it a dead person talking to you?"
"Sorry... I misunderstood," the man lowered his head and said in silence for a moment, "Why are you here?"
Wang Zhong said with a smile.
"I'm here to tell you good news. Those barbarians have been dealt with!"
"Already... dealt with?"
The man showed a surprised expression on his face, as if he couldn't believe it.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed a group of unfamiliar faces following Wang Zhong, and his expression immediately became alert.
"These people are..."
"Lü Bei, the head of the New Alliance Guards Corps."
Stepping forward and saluting, Lü Bei took the initiative to introduce himself.
Wang Zhong, who was standing at the door, also said immediately.
"They helped us drive away the looters, cured my wife's illness, and are now helping us rebuild our home. By the way, the leader of the New Alliance is the manager of Shelter No. 404. Don't worry, they are all very good people!"
When Wang Zhong said this, he was speaking from the bottom of his heart.
Before the people from the New Alliance came here, they lived a life of having no food to eat.
Since the people from the New Alliance came, no one in their settlement has died of hunger.
However...
This is just his feeling.
Staring at the soldier next to Wang Zhong, the man standing behind the door had doubts in his eyes. He didn't seem to believe what he said, and he didn't continue talking.
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
At this moment, Fang Chang suddenly stepped forward, a friendly smile appeared on his face, and greeted him in a non-standard human language.
"...We are residents of Shelter No. 404, from the same era as you. We are glad to see you again...fellow countrymen."
In order to say this sentence completely, he thought about it for a long time, but he still stuttered.
Lao Bai, who was standing by, couldn't help but cover his face, and Kuang Feng, who had been silent, also sighed.
People didn't believe that you were from the shelter, and you still wanted to show off your half-baked language.
If you can't speak, just shut up!
Ye Shi muttered softly.
"...If I had known earlier, we should have worn the novice suit."
Kuang Feng nodded.
"I was indeed careless."
Perhaps the hidden attribute charm value was not enough, and the judgment of triggering the plot failed.
However, at this moment, a miracle happened.
The man stared at Fang Chang and observed him carefully for a while. I don't know what was wrong with him, but he actually believed the nonsense he made up.
"...You do look like those people, although you are not wearing blue coats."
"Those people?" Fang Chang was slightly stunned.
"Of course they are residents of the shelter," the man opened the door, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Tris, a resident of Camp 101, an employee of Shelter 101..."
"And, the sheltered people."