Global wasteland: I hid in an air-raid shelter to build a nuclear bomb

Chapter 33 "Aren't Microorganisms Not Organisms?"

Then he felt a little bored, licked the corner of his mouth in dissatisfaction, and took out a red dagger from his arms.

Turning around and looking at the survivors shivering and huddled together with fear in their eyes behind him, he said in a displeased tone.

"Why don't you laugh?"

"Isn't coming to this free world a cause for celebration?"

Then, playing with the dagger in his hand, he walked casually to a place two or three meters away from the group of survivors huddled in the corner, licked the corner of his mouth, and showed a slightly exaggerated smile.

"Do not be afraid."

"The reason why they died is entirely because their acting skills are too bad, isn't it?"

"As long as they pretend to be a survivor, don't reveal too much emotion, and walk slowly in front of that group of people."

"I'll show up again when it's time to tell those people that you all have high-explosive bombs hidden in your body. Naturally, those people will not dare to act rashly, and you can survive smoothly, right?"

"And now."

The man with shoulder-length hair in a black slim-fit suit suddenly had a ferocious expression, grabbed the head of a trembling survivor in front of him, and slammed it against the wall.

"Oh!"

"It's because you are too stupid that you were seen through by that group of people!"

"Why are you so stupid!"

"what?"

After hitting the wall two or three times heavily.

The man stood up slowly, took a breath, inserted his five fingers into the roots of his hair, and stroked all the hair to the back of his head before saying softly again.

"But it doesn't matter, I'm very generous."

"I promise to give you one more chance to try again."

"I can assure you that as long as I get that machine gun, all of you will survive."

Then he sat casually on a boss chair, hooked his fingers to the man standing with his head bowed and his legs trembling, and said casually: "You are a doctor, you are the most professional."

"Tell me how long they can live in this state?"

"Phew." The man standing beside him took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart and tremblingly said: "Everyone's wound is stitched on the back."

"Although it was bandaged in time, there may be a risk of infection and inflammation due to the lack of anti-inflammatory drugs and other drugs, but at least three days will not be too dangerous."

"If you don't take out the bomb in time after three days and re-bandage the wound, you may die."

There was one thing he didn't say, that even if he took out the bomb three days later and re-bandaged the wound, he might die.
"Three days." Sitting on the boss's chair, the man in a black slim suit swung the dagger in his hand, piercing an oil painting on the wall not far away, and glanced at the group of survivors curled up in the corner. By.

"Did you hear that, within three days, use various methods to get close to that man, and he will come out again."

"Help me get that machine gun, everyone can live, or let's set off fireworks together."

"Why do you have to cry? When you cried and begged me to protect you, didn't I tell you that I would pay some price?"

Then he turned his head in a trance and looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the desolate and dilapidated scene of the high-rise opposite the window and murmured: "This feeling of being freed from the shackles is really exciting."

Inside the bomb shelter.

Chen Fa and others safely returned to the air-raid shelter and closed the explosion-proof door.

The old sheep finally took a deep breath, patted his chest and sat down on the chair with lingering fear, and said, "Fortunately, there is the skill of meat and egg impact, otherwise I would have been overwhelmed by that bitch grandson."

On the other hand, Ah Huang patted Da Huang's head lying on the side and said, "Brother Fa, there was a smell left by the person behind the store in that shop just now, and Da Huang has already remembered that smell. When we meet again next time, we can Go after it."

"Ah?"

Chen Fa glanced at the big yellow dog lying on the ground in a little surprise: "It smells like gunpowder smoke and blood, can you remember this?"

Then he shook his head and placed all the props he had just collected on the table.

In addition to the meat and egg impact, the emerald cane, there are four props, and two blueprints.

Two of the props have the same panel and are healing props.

[Prop Name]: Microbacterial Injection.

[Prop level]: F level.

[Prop effect]: One-time injection, after being inserted into the body, it will slowly repair external and internal injuries until the microbes are exhausted.

[Prop Description]: If you have a scar as big as a bowl on your neck, don't expect this thing to help you.

[ps: If you have a tube of microbacterial injection when you have no injuries, do you know about stimulants? That’s right, it’s what you think. 】

It is a healing item, and when you are not running fast, you can use this thing to increase your speed or something.

Chen Fa narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of the young man with a long gun, maybe he was injected with this thing?

It's a bit strange, the boy's speed is far beyond that of ordinary humans, even with stimulants, he can't achieve this effect, it's more like he has obtained some kind of props to strengthen his physical fitness.

After putting the two tubes of injections into his pocket, he continued to check the remaining two props on the table.

[Prop name]: Broadsword.

[props level]: E level.

[Item effect]: After every ten creatures are killed, a sword light will be stored, and the stored sword lights can be shot out at one time, and the power of the sword light will be increased according to the number of stored sword lights.

[Explanation of props]: Although the ability is quite average, but the appearance is really good.

Staring at the dark red sword in his hand, Chen Fa slightly raised his eyebrows, looked at A Huang and said casually, "This is the weapon you want?"

After hesitating for a while, Ah Huang still hesitated and said: "En."

"Why did you choose this weapon?"

"Compared with firearms, it can make Fa Ge feel more at ease."

"Heh." The old sheep on the side couldn't help laughing angrily: "Don't you think it's more at ease for you to attack brother with bare hands?"

Chen Fa shook his head and smiled lightly, he didn't hand the big knife to Ah Huang immediately, but waved it in the air casually.

"Huh? Didn't you say that killing ten creatures can store a sword light?"

"Aren't microbes living things?"

"Hmm." The old sheep frowned and pondered for a while, then said: "Do you think it is possible that the microorganisms are too small, and the thickness of the blade is too big compared to them, so it is impossible to kill the microorganisms in the air? "

"Is that right?"

"I'll try." Lao Yang took the big knife and swung it vigorously in the air a dozen times, then put the big knife on the table panting and waved his hands: "It's useless, it's probably because the judgment of this creature does not contain microorganisms."

"but."

The old sheep's face became slightly weird: "I think there is one thing that may be considered a living thing, and there are quite a few, probably more than one billion."

"If all these creatures can be hacked to death, wouldn't it be possible to store hundreds of millions of knives every minute?"

"Come directly with a knife and turn this dungeon into a fantasy dungeon."

Chen Fa glanced at Lao Yang speechlessly, snatched the knife from his hand, handed it to Ah Huang, and then looked at the last prop on his table.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you see him, he can't help but stand still in place, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"This thing...is completely out of the scope of science, right?"

(End of this chapter)