North of Qingquan City.

Near the Fifth Ring Road Elevated Line, a team of six people braved the howling wind and slowly advanced along the cold and dead streets.

Originally, there were only five people planned for this trip.

At that time, in the central square of the outpost, Chu Guang brought four fully armed young players and was about to set off. However, before he could walk out of the south gate, Luo Hua caught up with him and said he wanted to go together.

As for the reason, it’s very simple——

"There may be many products of carbon dioxide traps. The captain asked me to go with you. Although the probability of large-scale storage of dangerous goods in urban areas is very small, he is still worried that you may be in danger due to improper operation."

Someone offered to help out of good intentions, and Chu Guang would certainly not refuse.

Although some of his players knew about chemical engineering, they did not recognize the characters of this world. He was literate, but could not understand professional symbols.

Blind boxes of chemical products are not to be opened randomly. It is always better to have a knowledgeable person follow you.

In this way, the six of them set out on the road together.

However, no one expected that a blizzard would suddenly fall on this sunny day just halfway through.

There are more and more days like this lately.

Chu Guang estimated that when November comes, the weather in this wasteland will probably be even more exaggerated, and the days will become more difficult day by day.

The progress on the greenhouse ruins needs to be accelerated!

Lao Bai, who was walking at the front of the team, raised his head and looked at the sudden rapid snowfall, and couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"The last time I saw such heavy snow was in Harbin."

"I'm watching the TV," he said, holding the Dawn Square in his hand, his eyes wandering on both sides of the street in warning, "but compared to the snow, I'm more worried about something suddenly jumping out from the side."

Lao Bai sighed softly: "To be honest, I miss Ye Shi a little. Without his sensory attributes, I always feel that something is missing."

"Plus one, our team is missing an eye." Guangfeng held a short spear in his right hand and scanned the streets on both sides. His nervous look was even more exaggerated than a square.

I have no choice but to be careful.

Their equipment is now more expensive than the other, and if they are accidentally wiped out in a wave, it will be like sleeping back to before liberation.

This steel right hand is so awesome that Guang Feng is reluctant to wash his hands now.

After listening to what these guys were talking about, Bian Piao Shui shouted dissatisfied: "Geez! Am I not enough? I am also a Perception System, and I almost reached level 7, okay!"

Kuangfeng: "You're still a little old boy, more or less."

Fang Chang: "Indeed, I'm already at level 8, the wind is getting faster, and Lao Bai is about to reach level 9. Brother, you have to work hard."

Edge stroke: "@#%!"

Walking next to Chu Guang, Luo Hua, who had no idea what the shelter residents were saying, couldn't help but sigh softly.

"I always thought that only indigenous people can speak languages ​​that are incomprehensible..."

Only halfway through his words, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with his statement, so he quickly added an explanation.

"Well, I don't mean to offend, I just find it strange. Because the residents of the shelter generally speak standard Renlian and rarely even use an accent."

Chu Guang smiled faintly and didn't care.

"It's okay. I feel weird just like you. Why?"

For problems that you don't know how to explain, just throw them back as they are. This is a trick that Chu Guang has tried repeatedly.

Instead of making up an excuse that is full of loopholes and making others think that you are not sincere and have something to hide, it is better to express the same confusion as the other person, and the other person may stand in your position and help you consider the reasons.

Why is the sky blue?

Yes, why, the editor is also very curious, what do you think?

Luo Hua did not ask further questions. He had seen too many strange things along the way, and this trivial thing was not surprising at all.

The group of people arrived at their destination quickly.

It was an abandoned office building, and just looking at it from the outside, it was hard to tell what it was used for in the pre-war era.

Perhaps it is precisely because of its humble appearance that it has been forgotten until now after two centuries of repeated searches.

According to the map given by Captain Lu, the group moved along the edge of the hall, entered the safe passage, went up the stairs, and soon reached the target floor.

The corridor was covered with dark green slime mold, and the necrotic parts of it had turned dark brown. Dozens of alien corpses lay crookedly on the ground.

The alien species here have been cleared, and no new alien species have wandered in for the time being.

"Holy shit... what the hell is this?" He squatted next to a three-meter-tall humanoid alien and poked it with the bayonet of his rifle.

The dark skin was so stiff that the bayonet felt like it was on the tire of a heavy truck, unable to penetrate at all.

Is this thing really a carbon-based organism?

"Tyrant." Chu Guang glanced at the alien species on the ground and frowned slightly, "There is such a monster on the Fifth Ring Road."

"Master Manager, is that tyrant difficult to deal with?" Fang Chang looked at him and asked.

"It's not easy to deal with," Chu Guang thought for a while and said, "If we encounter them in this kind of terrain, a team like yours can probably kill two of them."

In fact, he has never seen it.

But there's nothing wrong with blowing it to death.

Fang Chang swallowed, and Guangfeng shrank his neck. Lao Bai and Bian Piao didn't feel much at all. Their equipment was only at the level of a blank slate.

If you die, you will die.

After bypassing the tyrant's body, Chu Guang led a group of people through the alloy door that said "No entry for idlers and others" and came to the inside of the carbon dioxide trap.

The space here is very large, occupying almost half of the entire floor, and opens up the space on the upper floor.

The carbon dioxide produced throughout the building is sent here through the central ventilation system, where it is decomposed into graphite and oxygen as needed, or added with hydrogen, or the oxygen is replaced with hydrogen.

For people of that era, atoms were like toys in their hands, with almost endless energy enough for them to squander and transform nature's creation into what they needed.

The produced products are packed in boxes made of special materials and stacked next to a dedicated freight elevator, waiting for staff who will never come to transport them away.

Looking at the hundreds of large and small cubes piled up in the room, Chu Guang roughly estimated that there were about three to four hundred cubes.

He couldn't help but ask.

"Have you, captain, never been curious about what's in those boxes?"

"There's no need to be curious. As long as we have enough energy, we can make things related to carbon, hydrogen and oxygen. At most, it's a matter of cost... For example, these rows of black boxes look like graphite. It seems you are out of luck.

How good."

Luo Hua chuckled and walked to another row of boxes.

Shining a flashlight on it, he read the text on it and continued to comment with interest, "This is okay, it's a pile of polymer fibers... the label is X-4."

"X-4?"

"A number. After all, their spatial structures are complex and bizarre. We can't express them with chemical formulas." After a pause, Luo Hua continued, "By the way, although its main use is to make clothes, if you have

If necessary, you can also use it to replace the wood fiber in smokeless gunpowder, and the explosion speed and power can be increased by at least 20%...that's what we did."

It is much easier to understand in this way.

In game terms, it is - [Rifle ammunition power +20%, probability of explosion +?]

Chu Guang silently wrote down its purpose and glanced at the number of similar boxes. There were about forty or fifty.

It is estimated to be less than twenty or thirty tons.

It looks like it will last a long time.

At this moment, Luo Hua, who was walking in front, suddenly let out an exclamation.

"Holy shit?!"

Chu Guang, who was interrupted from his thoughts, raised his head and immediately walked to his side. Four young players who thought they had triggered the plot also gathered around him and leaned their heads curiously.

"What happened?" Chu Guang asked for them.

"Dirat Rubber!"

Looking at the unattractive gray box in front of him, Luo Hua took a deep breath, with an unbelievable look on his face, and muttered with envy in his eyes.

"How could this thing appear here?! It's so abnormal!"

Chu Guang: "Is there any problem?"

"Of course! The products of the carbon dioxide trap are mainly determined by the industrial needs of the area. Generally, starch, graphite, and polymer fibers are more common. Close to industrial areas, olefins, alkanes, and even benzaldehydes and ketones may appear. But Di

Latte Rubber... I have only seen it near the Aerospace Industrial Park. By the way, is there an aerospace industry in Qingquan City?"

Taking a deep breath, Luo Hua concluded.

"In a word, you are rich!"

Dilat rubber is a composite nanomaterial formed by chemical bonding of organic components and inorganic components at the molecular level.

Yes, it is not a pure organic component. It cannot be synthesized simply by relying on carbon dioxide and water. Other substances must be input into the reaction system. It can be sold for a lot of money even in Ideal City.

That's why Luo Hua was so surprised.
To be continued...