The next day.
The east bank of Lonia Lake.
"Preparation!"
The loud and sharp voice echoed on the edge of the forest.
"Waste Al!"
The fuze ignited.
The large iron pipe fixed on the wooden pier blasted out a burst of flames and white smoke. The shell turned into a black shadow, drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and smashed heavily into the lake hundreds of meters away.
After waiting for a while, a water column shot up into the sky, sprays scattered and fell, and the muffled sound like spring thunder rolled along the lake with waves.
"F*ck!"
"Who the hell is firing a cannon over there!"
"Mosquito that dog!"
"My fish are scared away!"
The anglers on the shore of the lake who were bragging and farting with their fishing rods yelled and cursed, but Mosquito on their heads couldn't hear them when he was 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 nitrocellulose can be obtained by adding a little plant fiber. Then use a mixed solution of ethanol and ether to dissolve and gel it to get a very useful colloidal gunpowder.
Although the drying process to solidify the particles has not been unlocked yet, it is much stronger than the original black powder! This shot passed, at least 30 kilograms—maybe the equivalent of 50 kilograms of black powder!
"Hahahahaha, Yess! I finally succeeded!"
Mosquito excitedly waved his fist, but it hit the tree trunk with his fist. It didn't hurt, but his fist almost broke.
It's a pity that there is too little white sugar in the warehouse, and it is too expensive to eat, otherwise he can use white sugar and potassium fertilizer to make even more awesome things.
Mosquito used tongs to take out the hot shell casing, then loaded another round into it, and adjusted the angle back to the previous point to ignite the fuze.
There was another loud bang. This time the cannonball flew farther than last time, and flew a full hundred meters forward.
The sound of the explosion echoed across the lake.
The nomads who were coming to fetch water from the shore of the lake were startled by the thunderous sound, and they all stood dumbfounded and looked at the jet of water splashed on the lake.
"What is that?"
"Big gun?!"
"Yes, it should be a cannon... I have seen it in the larger survivor strongholds. They use those cannons to deal with large alien species."
"This power is too fierce, no wonder they can hunt split claw crabs!"
Unlike the shocked and admiring nomads, the fishermen finally couldn't hold back their anger this time, and they searched for them from the lake with their fishing rods in their hands.
"F*ck!"
"Can't you go to another place if you wanted to shoot the gun?"
"My fish are scared away by you!"
"Exactly! The fish in this game are already extremely difficult to catch, and now they are even more difficult to catch!"
Seeing the fishermen headed by [ Less Bullshit ] approaching him aggressively, Mosquito hurriedly pushed his small cannon cart and ran away in a hurry.
……
The other side.
The department store not far to the south of the abandoned tire factory.
Five players are on the B2 floor of the underground parking lot, fighting fiercely with the aliens wandering here.
The radioactive source is behind the door next to the freight elevator in area B1 of the underground parking lot. This is the Ninth time they have done this dungeon.
After several times of pulling, attracting monsters, charging and focusing fire, The Cowboy Team of cattle and horses gradually cleared away the nibblers drawn by Irena, and successfully used the traps set in advance to trap the "Dungeon Boss" inside—— Crawler.
Cooperating with his teammates, Tomorrow opened the dawn, and with a fully charged shot, an arrow pierced the crawler's skull, successfully killing him.
Walker, who was leaning on the concrete pillar, heaved a sigh of relief, threw away the sharpened hatchet in his hand, raised his arm, wiped his sweat, and cursed.
"Hey! It's finally cleared! The copy of this game should be cleared, so you won't be able to brush it? Don't wait for another group to come out."
Bunny and Gale glared at him together.
"Don't be crowed!"
"Shut up."
Walker shrank his neck, closed his mouth and did not speak.
"Shouldn't do it anymore. If we do a few more times, I am afraid we'll go bankrupt." Tomorrow walked into the crawler, pulled out the arrow stuck in its forehead, glanced at it and threw it away. Obviously no longer usable.
"Are you sure there won't be any other monsters below?" Irena walked out from the side with a delicate expression while leaning on the wall with her right hand.
Walker smiled at him: "Sister, don't be afraid, it's already cleared."
Gale gave a thumbs up: "Waiting for your news."
Irena: "Hey! Aren't you afraid?"
Bunny took it for granted: "There's nothing to be afraid of, it's not a horror game."
Irena: "..."
It makes sense. She didn't know how to refute it. After dawdling 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. Before the war, it was probably a spare warehouse or something.
The rancid smell is suffocating, the ground is full of the body fluids of eaters and crawlers, and unknown fungi grow in the corners of the walls.
In such a terrible environment, even mutant cockroaches would shy away from it. Although the last crawler had been lured out by herself and killed, Irena was still in a panic.
The atmosphere here is so eerie. She couldn't help but think of the few horror games she had played.
What the hell is this fun-oriented game that focuses on leisure and retirement?!
F*ck!
Fortunately, what she feared 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 there, and a corpse in a chemical protective suit lay at the door, but only bones remained of the corpse.
There were no signs of gnawing or tearing on the protective clothing. It seemed that he should have died before the crawler took over 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 guy lying on the ground should be the owner of this small shelter. There are still some cans, puffed food packaging bags, and rotten and unrecognizable debris and mushrooms in the backpack thrown aside. Supplies collected from outside.
But for some unknown reason, he died in front of his house.
"Brother, don't blame me."
Although there was ten thousand reluctance in her heart, Irena still had the courage to pull off the relatively complete protective suit from the frame and put it on herself.
The air filtration system was broken..But that's okay. She only needs to block part of the gamma rays, and the rest depends on the resistance and recovery bonuses provided by the physical attributes, so it shouldn't be a big problem to hold on!
After installing the explosives at the door, Irena who ignited the fuse ran towards the passage exit.
"Boom!"
The thick smoke from the explosion filled the entire passage in an instant. After the thick smoke dissipated, Irena turned back to the door again.
The alloy gate remained motionless, but the concrete wall next to it was blasted to expose the steel structure inside.
"Good guy...it's pretty solid."
After a lot of effort, Irena finally used the crowbar in her hand to clean up the concrete debris where the wall was damaged, and then stretched the crowbar and her arm in, and opened the bolt-type door locks one by one. Fortunately there are no more protective structures left.
Accompanied by the creaking sound, the thick alloy door finally opened, and the stale air came rushing towards the turbid air.
Irena, who stepped into the room, held her breath, turned off the faintly glowing VM screen, and lit the portable lamp she had brought earlier.
The flame flickered in a trance and gradually became clear, illuminating the nearby space. There are indications that this is indeed a small shelter.
At least it used to be.
The size of the shelter is small, compared to Shelter No.404, it can even be said to be quite pocket-sized.
However, unlike Shelter No.404, which is a large shelter facility with an official background, the layout of this small shelter is quite compact.
Not to mention the kind of buffer room with two airlocks and pressurization function, there is not even a porch design here.
Behind the open alloy door, there are rows of shelves covered with moss.
Enter the shelter with a lamp. Irena took a closer look at these shelves, and found that above the glassware displayed on the shelves, there were long strips of lamps connected in series.
"Could it be... soilless cultivation?"
This should be a planting area, probably used to produce vegetables, staple food and other crops, and by the way improve the air environment in the shelter.
But after so many years, the water in the cultivation tank has long since dried up, leaving only a layer of dead moss and a few pieces of dry debris and curly plant fibers.
She couldn't even see what had been planted here before.
After confirming the radiation index on the VM, Irena carried the lamp and continued to move forward. Behind the planting area, there are rows of actual shelves.
It was also the things displayed on these shelves that made his eyes widen.
Copper ingots, steel ingots, aluminum ingots, lead... and a large number of metals that he could not accurately identify based on his experience in scavenging were neatly placed on it.
In addition, there are a large number of non-metallic materials such as glass fiber, graphite powder, rubber products, hydraulic oil, lubricants, and adhesives.
Even some chemicals with unknown ingredients in liquid or powder form! Moreover, these materials, unlike the garbage scattered in the ruins, may have been treated with anti-oxidation, and they are quite 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 golden ingots and ten silver ingots!
When she saw this, her eyes couldn't help but stare straight.
"F*ck..."
Get rich!
It can be seen that the owner of this shelter should be a local tyrant, and most likely the owner of this department store, or at least a major shareholder!
Moreover, this guy's crisis awareness and hands-on 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, mold balancing devices, and hydraulic overload devices are also connected, and various replaceable tools and processing modules are hung beside the workbench.
Almost no sophisticated electronic technology is used in the entire workbench, even if it encounters EMP, its function will not be affected in any way. And it's almost effortless to maintain!
Even if the power is cut off, you can use the hand crank instead of the motor to drive some processing modules on the workbench!
Compared with those high-end tools that leave the civilized society, these "Primitive tools" that are durable and have a long shelf life can bring people a sense of security.
Seeing this thing, Irena had a feeling. This workbench is much better than the workbench of the proprietress of the weapon shop!
"Get rich, get rich...do the work first."
Not staying here for too long, Irena, who was looking for the radioactive source, continued forward and passed through the door behind the workbench.
Behind the door should be the living area. Judging from the rising radiation index on the VM, the radioactive source should be inside.
Cautiously stepping into the living area, Irena saw the dormant cabin facing the door and placed against the wall at a glance.
The hatch of the dormant cabin was open, and it looked like it had been broken for a long time.
Judging from the open hatch and the scattered parts and tools nearby, someone should have tried to fix it, but failed, and probably caused a serious electrical accident, which eventually caused the shelter to lose power and the ventilation facilities stopped working. In the end, the people inside were suffocated to death.
Next to it, Irena found a single bed with two skeletons lying flat on the sheet.
Judging from the shape and size of the bones, both should be adult women, but the exact age is unknown.
Combined with the body found at the door and the only training cabin in the room, Irena came up with at least four possibilities in her mind on the question of "who is the owner of the shelter".
However, it doesn't matter which one it is. For a player eager to clear the dungeon, the story of the dead is of little importance.
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.
According to the story background of "Wasteland OL", this thing is probably some kind of civilian fusion battery?
Or, the "Fuel rods" for cold fusion generators?
Whatever it was in the setting anyway, it's clearly broken, and all that's left is a damaged shell, and radioactive remnants with nowhere to put it.
In fact, strictly speaking, nuclear fusion should be clean, because the product is helium.
However, the cleanliness here is not harmless in an absolute sense. It is just that compared to the nuclear waste produced by nuclear fission with "Radioactive residues of 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". It's just that the radiation dose of this kind of nuclear waste will be much smaller, and the hazards are usually "Hundred-year level", which may disappear after a few centuries.
To put it more bluntly, as long as you don't directly hold the "Damaged nuclear battery" in your hand, there will be no major problems under normal circumstances.
In this regard, "Wasteland OL" is relatively restored.
Just like now. Irena just held this battery in her hand for a while, and she felt like she was going to die...
"No kidding, I think I can still be saved."
After taking the radioactive source out and throwing it away, Irena, who was bleeding from her nose, said with a serious face when she came back in front of The Cowboy Team.
Gale glanced at him and shook his head.
"Hopeless."
The nosebleeds are like this, and she can still stand and talk, which because she is in the game. In reality, she was lying on the ground unconscious.
"Did you hear that? The physics teacher said you are hopeless," Walker patted her on the shoulder with a smile, winking and said, "Don't struggle, sister, go back and make up for yourself while you can still walk two steps. We will search for the things in the dungeon for you, don't worry, your share will not be less!"
Irena grimaced.
"I just want to ask, can recycling the corpse reduce the resurrection CD?"
Tomorrow also said with a smile.
"How is it possible? Didn't you read the setting collection on the official website? The resurrection CD is not a death penalty. But you are lucky, at least the VM is not broken, or you have to buy it again. By the way, if you are worried that you will not be able to support the base, you can put the VM here, so that you don't get halfway to the corpse, and if you don't pick up the corpse and the VM, you'll be in big trouble."
Irena: "Hey! It's not me you care about, it's VM! Isn't there a little bit of warmth in this cold world?"
Walker rolled his eyes.
"Isn't this worrying about your wasting money? It's not called caring about you—"
"Okay, stop talking." Bunny coughed and interrupted Walker's beep, then looked at Irena, and said comfortingly, "We can give you 5% more income from the dungeon, which should be able to compensate your lose of next three days. Next time we have a chance to cooperate, we will call you again, what do you think?"
5% is already quite a lot. After all, The Cowboy Team discovered the dungeon, and the output was basically done by a few of them, so a lot of ammunition and supplies were consumed.
As a passer-by who got on the bus halfway, Irena's share of the agreement was originally only 10%, and an extra 5% was quite generous.
Bunny's words finally made Irena feel that there was still a little warmth left in this cold world.
With a tragic expression on her nosebleed, Irena took off her VM and solemnly handed it into Bunny's hands.
"Tell Yuki for me, just say..."
Only halfway through the words, the girl fell to the ground with a thud.
Walker couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.
Gale turned his head to one side, his shoulders shaking non-stop.
Looking at the pool of blood on his sleeve, Bunny finally sighed.
"I'll get her out into the wagon first."
"Let's drag it back together in a while."
The next day.
The east bank of Lonia Lake.
"Preparation!"
The loud and sharp voice echoed on the edge of the forest.
"Waste Al!"
The fuze ignited.
The large iron pipe fixed on the wooden pier blasted out a burst of flames and white smoke. The shell turned into a black shadow, drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and smashed heavily into the lake hundreds of meters away.
After waiting for a while, a water column shot up into the sky, sprays scattered and fell, and the muffled sound like spring thunder rolled along the lake with waves.
"F*ck!"
"Who the hell is firing a cannon over there!"
"Mosquito that dog!"
"My fish are scared away!"
The anglers on the shore of the lake who were bragging and farting with their fishing rods yelled and cursed, but Mosquito on their heads couldn't hear them when he was 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 nitrocellulose can be obtained by adding a little plant fiber. Then use a mixed solution of ethanol and ether to dissolve and gel it to get a very useful colloidal gunpowder.
Although the drying process to solidify the particles has not been unlocked yet, it is much stronger than the original black powder! This shot passed, at least 30 kilograms—maybe the equivalent of 50 kilograms of black powder!
"Hahahahaha, Yess! I finally succeeded!"
Mosquito excitedly waved his fist, but it hit the tree trunk with his fist. It didn't hurt, but his fist almost broke.
It's a pity that there is too little white sugar in the warehouse, and it is too expensive to eat, otherwise he can use white sugar and potassium fertilizer to make even more awesome things.
Mosquito used tongs to take out the hot shell casing, then loaded another round into it, and adjusted the angle back to the previous point to ignite the fuze.
There was another loud bang. This time the cannonball flew farther than last time, and flew a full hundred meters forward.
The sound of the explosion echoed across the lake.
The nomads who were coming to fetch water from the shore of the lake were startled by the thunderous sound, and they all stood dumbfounded and looked at the jet of water splashed on the lake.
"What is that?"
"Big gun?!"
"Yes, it should be a cannon... I have seen it in the larger survivor strongholds. They use those cannons to deal with large alien species."
"This power is too fierce, no wonder they can hunt split claw crabs!"
Unlike the shocked and admiring nomads, the fishermen finally couldn't hold back their anger this time, and they searched for them from the lake with their fishing rods in their hands.
"F*ck!"
"Can't you go to another place if you wanted to shoot the gun?"
"My fish are scared away by you!"
"Exactly! The fish in this game are already extremely difficult to catch, and now they are even more difficult to catch!"
Seeing the fishermen headed by [ Less Bullshit ] approaching him aggressively, Mosquito hurriedly pushed his small cannon cart and ran away in a hurry.
……
The other side.
The department store not far to the south of the abandoned tire factory.
Five players are on the B2 floor of the underground parking lot, fighting fiercely with the aliens wandering here.
The radioactive source is behind the door next to the freight elevator in area B1 of the underground parking lot. This is the Ninth time they have done this dungeon.
After several times of pulling, attracting monsters, charging and focusing fire, The Cowboy Team of cattle and horses gradually cleared away the nibblers drawn by Irena, and successfully used the traps set in advance to trap the "Dungeon Boss" inside—— Crawler.
Cooperating with his teammates, Tomorrow opened the dawn, and with a fully charged shot, an arrow pierced the crawler's skull, successfully killing him.
Walker, who was leaning on the concrete pillar, heaved a sigh of relief, threw away the sharpened hatchet in his hand, raised his arm, wiped his sweat, and cursed.
"Hey! It's finally cleared! The copy of this game should be cleared, so you won't be able to brush it? Don't wait for another group to come out."
Bunny and Gale glared at him together.
"Don't be crowed!"
"Shut up."
Walker shrank his neck, closed his mouth and did not speak.
"Shouldn't do it anymore. If we do a few more times, I am afraid we'll go bankrupt." Tomorrow walked into the crawler, pulled out the arrow stuck in its forehead, glanced at it and threw it away. Obviously no longer usable.
"Are you sure there won't be any other monsters below?" Irena walked out from the side with a delicate expression while leaning on the wall with her right hand.
Walker smiled at him: "Sister, don't be afraid, it's already cleared."
Gale gave a thumbs up: "Waiting for your news."
Irena: "Hey! Aren't you afraid?"
Bunny took it for granted: "There's nothing to be afraid of, it's not a horror game."
Irena: "..."
It makes sense. She didn't know how to refute it. After dawdling 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. Before the war, it was probably a spare warehouse or something.
The rancid smell is suffocating, the ground is full of the body fluids of eaters and crawlers, and unknown fungi grow in the corners of the walls.
In such a terrible environment, even mutant cockroaches would shy away from it. Although the last crawler had been lured out by herself and killed, Irena was still in a panic.
The atmosphere here is so eerie. She couldn't help but think of the few horror games she had played.
What the hell is this fun-oriented game that focuses on leisure and retirement?!
F*ck!
Fortunately, what she feared 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 there, and a corpse in a chemical protective suit lay at the door, but only bones remained of the corpse.
There were no signs of gnawing or tearing on the protective clothing. It seemed that he should have died before the crawler took over 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 guy lying on the ground should be the owner of this small shelter. There are still some cans, puffed food packaging bags, and rotten and unrecognizable debris and mushrooms in the backpack thrown aside. Supplies collected from outside.
But for some unknown reason, he died in front of his house.
"Brother, don't blame me."
Although there was ten thousand reluctance in her heart, Irena still had the courage to pull off the relatively complete protective suit from the frame and put it on herself.
The air filtration system was broken..But that's okay. She only needs to block part of the gamma rays, and the rest depends on the resistance and recovery bonuses provided by the physical attributes, so it shouldn't be a big problem to hold on!
After installing the explosives at the door, Irena who ignited the fuse ran towards the passage exit.
"Boom!"
The thick smoke from the explosion filled the entire passage in an instant. After the thick smoke dissipated, Irena turned back to the door again.
The alloy gate remained motionless, but the concrete wall next to it was blasted to expose the steel structure inside.
"Good guy...it's pretty solid."
After a lot of effort, Irena finally used the crowbar in her hand to clean up the concrete debris where the wall was damaged, and then stretched the crowbar and her arm in, and opened the bolt-type door locks one by one. Fortunately there are no more protective structures left.
Accompanied by the creaking sound, the thick alloy door finally opened, and the stale air came rushing towards the turbid air.
Irena, who stepped into the room, held her breath, turned off the faintly glowing VM screen, and lit the portable lamp she had brought earlier.
The flame flickered in a trance and gradually became clear, illuminating the nearby space. There are indications that this is indeed a small shelter.
At least it used to be.
The size of the shelter is small, compared to Shelter No.404, it can even be said to be quite pocket-sized.
However, unlike Shelter No.404, which is a large shelter facility with an official background, the layout of this small shelter is quite compact.
Not to mention the kind of buffer room with two airlocks and pressurization function, there is not even a porch design here.
Behind the open alloy door, there are rows of shelves covered with moss.
Enter the shelter with a lamp. Irena took a closer look at these shelves, and found that above the glassware displayed on the shelves, there were long strips of lamps connected in series.
"Could it be... soilless cultivation?"
This should be a planting area, probably used to produce vegetables, staple food and other crops, and by the way improve the air environment in the shelter.
But after so many years, the water in the cultivation tank has long since dried up, leaving only a layer of dead moss and a few pieces of dry debris and curly plant fibers.
She couldn't even see what had been planted here before.
After confirming the radiation index on the VM, Irena carried the lamp and continued to move forward. Behind the planting area, there are rows of actual shelves.
It was also the things displayed on these shelves that made his eyes widen.
Copper ingots, steel ingots, aluminum ingots, lead... and a large number of metals that he could not accurately identify based on his experience in scavenging were neatly placed on it.
In addition, there are a large number of non-metallic materials such as glass fiber, graphite powder, rubber products, hydraulic oil, lubricants, and adhesives.
Even some chemicals with unknown ingredients in liquid or powder form! Moreover, these materials, unlike the garbage scattered in the ruins, may have been treated with anti-oxidation, and they are quite 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 golden ingots and ten silver ingots!
When she saw this, her eyes couldn't help but stare straight.
"F*ck..."
Get rich!
It can be seen that the owner of this shelter should be a local tyrant, and most likely the owner of this department store, or at least a major shareholder!
Moreover, this guy's crisis awareness and hands-on 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, mold balancing devices, and hydraulic overload devices are also connected, and various replaceable tools and processing modules are hung beside the workbench.
Almost no sophisticated electronic technology is used in the entire workbench, even if it encounters EMP, its function will not be affected in any way. And it's almost effortless to maintain!
Even if the power is cut off, you can use the hand crank instead of the motor to drive some processing modules on the workbench!
Compared with those high-end tools that leave the civilized society, these "Primitive tools" that are durable and have a long shelf life can bring people a sense of security.
Seeing this thing, Irena had a feeling. This workbench is much better than the workbench of the proprietress of the weapon shop!
"Get rich, get rich...do the work first."
Not staying here for too long, Irena, who was looking for the radioactive source, continued forward and passed through the door behind the workbench.
Behind the door should be the living area. Judging from the rising radiation index on the VM, the radioactive source should be inside.
Cautiously stepping into the living area, Irena saw the dormant cabin facing the door and placed against the wall at a glance.
The hatch of the dormant cabin was open, and it looked like it had been broken for a long time.
Judging from the open hatch and the scattered parts and tools nearby, someone should have tried to fix it, but failed, and probably caused a serious electrical accident, which eventually caused the shelter to lose power and the ventilation facilities stopped working. In the end, the people inside were suffocated to death.
Next to it, Irena found a single bed with two skeletons lying flat on the sheet.
Judging from the shape and size of the bones, both should be adult women, but the exact age is unknown.
Combined with the body found at the door and the only training cabin in the room, Irena came up with at least four possibilities in her mind on the question of "who is the owner of the shelter".
However, it doesn't matter which one it is. For a player eager to clear the dungeon, the story of the dead is of little importance.
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.
According to the story background of "Wasteland OL", this thing is probably some kind of civilian fusion battery?
Or, the "Fuel rods" for cold fusion generators?
Whatever it was in the setting anyway, it's clearly broken, and all that's left is a damaged shell, and radioactive remnants with nowhere to put it.
In fact, strictly speaking, nuclear fusion should be clean, because the product is helium.
However, the cleanliness here is not harmless in an absolute sense. It is just that compared to the nuclear waste produced by nuclear fission with "Radioactive residues of 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". It's just that the radiation dose of this kind of nuclear waste will be much smaller, and the hazards are usually "Hundred-year level", which may disappear after a few centuries.
To put it more bluntly, as long as you don't directly hold the "Damaged nuclear battery" in your hand, there will be no major problems under normal circumstances.
In this regard, "Wasteland OL" is relatively restored.
Just like now. Irena just held this battery in her hand for a while, and she felt like she was going to die...
"No kidding, I think I can still be saved."
After taking the radioactive source out and throwing it away, Irena, who was bleeding from her nose, said with a serious face when she came back in front of The Cowboy Team.
Gale glanced at him and shook his head.
"Hopeless."
The nosebleeds are like this, and she can still stand and talk, which because she is in the game. In reality, she was lying on the ground unconscious.
"Did you hear that? The physics teacher said you are hopeless," Walker patted her on the shoulder with a smile, winking and said, "Don't struggle, sister, go back and make up for yourself while you can still walk two steps. We will search for the things in the dungeon for you, don't worry, your share will not be less!"
Irena grimaced.
"I just want to ask, can recycling the corpse reduce the resurrection CD?"
Tomorrow also said with a smile.
"How is it possible? Didn't you read the setting collection on the official website? The resurrection CD is not a death penalty. But you are lucky, at least the VM is not broken, or you have to buy it again. By the way, if you are worried that you will not be able to support the base, you can put the VM here, so that you don't get halfway to the corpse, and if you don't pick up the corpse and the VM, you'll be in big trouble."
Irena: "Hey! It's not me you care about, it's VM! Isn't there a little bit of warmth in this cold world?"
Walker rolled his eyes.
"Isn't this worrying about your wasting money? It's not called caring about you—"
"Okay, stop talking." Bunny coughed and interrupted Walker's beep, then looked at Irena, and said comfortingly, "We can give you 5% more income from the dungeon, which should be able to compensate your lose of next three days. Next time we have a chance to cooperate, we will call you again, what do you think?"
5% is already quite a lot. After all, The Cowboy Team discovered the dungeon, and the output was basically done by a few of them, so a lot of ammunition and supplies were consumed.
As a passer-by who got on the bus halfway, Irena's share of the agreement was originally only 10%, and an extra 5% was quite generous.
Bunny's words finally made Irena feel that there was still a little warmth left in this cold world.
With a tragic expression on her nosebleed, Irena took off her VM and solemnly handed it into Bunny's hands.
"Tell Yuki for me, just say..."
Only halfway through the words, the girl fell to the ground with a thud.
Walker couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.
Gale turned his head to one side, his shoulders shaking non-stop.
Looking at the pool of blood on his sleeve, Bunny finally sighed.
"I'll get her out into the wagon first."
"Let's drag it back together in a while."
