24: Chapter 24 Gasification Furnace

"Squish!"

This shot slammed with extreme precision into the Orc Boyz's right ribcage!

The terrifying cavitation effect erupted instantly.

A large chunk of flesh was blown directly off the Orc Boyz's side, and one could even clearly see the pale, thick ribs and writhing internal organs inside.

Dark green blood sprayed out like a fountain.

"Nice shot!" Liver Emperor roared.

However, the next second, all the players felt their scalps tingle.

Despite suffering such a fatal wound, the Orc Boyz merely swayed violently!

It didn't fall! It didn't even reach out to cover the wound!

"WAAAAAGH!!!"

Sensing the intense attack, the Orc Boyz whipped its head around, its scarlet eyes locked onto Miracle Walker high above, and it opened its bloody maw to unleash an even more terrifying roar.

Such injuries were simply not fatal to this perverted species that could piece its internal organs back together at will.

"How is it not dead yet? Does it not even have pain nerves?" Flash gasped, inhaling a cold breath.

In the half-second that the Orc Boyz was distracted.

"Die, you bastard!!!"

Makabazi, on the ground, let out a strange, non-human cry!

He sprang up from the ground, every muscle in his body tensed to the limit.

He gripped the heavy metal great axe with both hands, his body arched backward into an exaggerated bow, and then, utilizing the terrifying explosive power of his waist, he brought the axe down with a mighty chop!

"Crack!"

The sound of bone and metal snapping rang out simultaneously!

This axe blow, carrying all of Makabazi's fury and strength, landed with extreme precision on the Orc Boyz's left shoulder.

The axe blade sliced deeply through the tough green-skinned muscle and got stuck directly in its incredibly thick collarbone.

"I hit it! Flash, Slaanesh, flank it!" Liver Emperor roared, raising his shield.

Flash and Wanna Sleep with Slaanesh, like two starving wolves that had caught the scent of blood, grabbed their greatswords and two-handed axes, slipped to the left and right behind the Orc Boyz, and launched a frenzied barrage of slashes at its back and the backs of its knees!

"Squish! Squish!"

Green blood splattered everywhere.

However, even while being besieged by four people, the Orc Boyz showed no signs of exhaustion!

It roared wildly and grabbed the handle of the great axe stuck in its shoulder with its left hand.

Makabazi was alarmed and tried to pull the great axe out, only to find that the blade was wedged firmly by the opponent's bone and couldn't be pulled out at all!

Taking advantage of the moment Makabazi couldn't pull his weapon free.

The heavy machete in the Orc Boyz's right hand was raised suddenly, bringing with it a gust of bloody wind as it hacked down toward Makabazi's shoulder!

"Squish!"

Blood sprayed wildly!

"Argh!!!"

The realistic pain feedback instantly shattered Makabazi's neural defenses.

He let out an incredibly shrill scream; this was by no means the perfunctory health loss of a typical game, but the excruciating, visceral pain of flesh being torn apart!

"Old Niu!" Everyone was shocked.

The excruciating pain didn't make Makabazi retreat; instead, it completely ignited the madness within him!

"I'll f*ck your ancestors!"

Instead of letting go of the axe handle, Makabazi suddenly spread his arms and hugged the Orc Boyz's thick arm that was holding the machete tightly.

Immediately after, he lowered his massive bull head.

Two sharp, thick, blood-stained horns pressed precisely against the Orc Boyz's chest!

"Get up for me!!!"

Makabazi let out an earth-shaking roar, his hooves plowing two deep furrows into the sandy ground, his thigh muscles swelling instantly.

He actually used his horns to forcefully lift the Orc Boyz, which weighed several hundred pounds, off the ground and flip it into mid-air!

"Walker! Open fire!!!" Liver Emperor roared, his voice hoarse.

"Copy that!"

Miracle Walker, standing on the steel wall, had blood-red eyes.

He gripped the gun stock tightly with both hands, aiming the muzzle at the Orc Boyz, which had lost its balance and had its head fully exposed in mid-air.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Walker poured the remaining four bullets onto the Orc Boyz's head like a storm in one second! The powerful recoil made his shoulder go numb!

"Squish! Squish! Squish!"

Four headshots! Blood splattered everywhere!

The Orc Boyz's skull, harder than stone, finally couldn't withstand the continuous precision fire, and a terrifyingly large crack split open.

"Thump!"

The Orc Boyz slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Is it dead?!" Flash asked, panting, clutching his chipped greatsword.

The Orc Boyz on the ground twitched twice, and the hand holding the machete actually started to lift slowly again!

"Holy sh*t! It's not dead yet! This vitality is too much of a cheat!" Flash felt his scalp tingle.

"Get out of the way! Let me handle it!"

Wanna Sleep with Slaanesh let out a shrill, strange cry.

He swung the heavy two-handed axe and charged over like a crazed lumberjack.

"Die, die, die, die, die!"

He hacked at the crack in the Orc Boyz's head a dozen times in a chaotic but extremely violent manner!

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the final, teeth-grinding sound of bone cracking.

Half of the Orc Boyz's head was finally chopped off by the crude two-handed axe.

The mountain-like headless corpse finally stopped moving completely after spurting out a few last jets of green blood.

"Huff... huff..."

Wanna Sleep with Slaanesh dropped the axe, collapsed on the ground, and gasped for breath.

"Screw this... this isn't farming mobs, this is clearly like fighting a Boss!"

"Damn..."

Makabazi, clutching his blood-soaked shoulder, leaned weakly against the nearby steel wall and gave Wanna Sleep with Slaanesh the middle finger.

"I was tanking the pressure in the front, and you were stealing the kill in the back... you're really the best at kill-stealing."

Liver Emperor leaned on his notched round shield, looking at the messy remains on the ground, especially the shocking Orc corpse.

"This was just the lowest-level Orc Boyz..."

Liver Emperor swallowed his dry saliva,

"If it were an Orc Boss, or an Orc Warlord from the mission... how terrifying would that be?"

"As expected of a hardcore game, the monster stats are way too broken."

Walker jumped down from the steel wall, wiped the green blood off his face,

"Brothers, stop lamenting. The smell of blood will soon attract other monsters. Let's pack up. Transport this green-skin back; it'll definitely earn us a huge amount of points!"

...

Shelter first-floor lobby.

At this moment, the lobby was a scene of bustling infrastructure construction.

"Creak... creak..."

Suddenly, a heavy scraping sound came from outside the airlock.

Everyone turned to look.

They saw the five members of Niuma Squad walking in, covered in blood.

But behind them, they were dragging a makeshift wooden sledge.

It was a sledge they had improvised by cutting down a few dead trees and modifying two broken bicycles.

And on the trailer, bound securely, was a mountain-sized, headless green-skin corpse!

The entire lobby fell into a deathly silence instantly.

Two seconds later.

"Holy sh*t!!!"

"A green-skin! Such a huge green-skin! Did they really kill it?!"

"Awesome! Niuma Squad is the best!"

The new players went crazy.

They dropped the bricks and scrap metal in their hands and surged forward like a tide to crowd around the Orc Boyz's corpse.

That strong visual impact was a hundred times more shocking than watching any movie.

Praise Ming Shen heard the commotion and squeezed out of Workshop No. 3.

Seeing the corpse on the trailer, he pushed up his glasses, and a smile curled the corner of his mouth:

"Well done, brothers! First blood is taken! Hurry up and go find 73 to turn in the mission and calculate the points!"

Meanwhile.

Lin Li, standing in the blind spot of the surveillance on the second floor, let out a long sigh of relief.

"These guys actually managed to take down an Orc Boyz."

Lin Li's back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Heaven knows how much he wanted to rush out and help when he saw them being suppressed on the monitor earlier.

But he restrained himself.

If The Fourth Calamity wanted to gain a firm foothold here, they had to face this cruel world alone.

He couldn't be their babysitter forever.

"The result is not bad; they didn't encounter a large Orc army."

Lin Li straightened his trench coat, pretended to be passing by, and slowly walked down the stairs to the construction site on the surface perimeter.

He wanted to hear what this group of players who had just experienced a bloody battle were discussing.

Only by understanding their true thoughts could he, as the planner, better issue the next missions.

Behind the sand dunes on the surface.

The members of Niuma Squad were sitting together, resting.

Makabazi, who was the most severely injured, had just been stuffed into a cultivation tank; it took less than fifteen minutes to repair him, and he ran out, full of life.

"Holy sh*t! Brothers! I leveled up straight to level three!"

Makabazi was jumping up and down with excitement, "The EXP from this green-skin is way too high! Fighting monsters above my level is just incredibly satisfying!"

The others also checked their pv terminals; after this brutal life-and-death battle, their levels had all increased significantly.

"Don't just be happy."

Ming Shen walked over with a small notebook, his expression serious, "Post-battle summary must be done. Walker, how did those two guns feel in actual combat?"

Miracle Walker frowned and unslung the elephant gun from his back.

"Accuracy and such are completely fine within fifty meters, and 9mm is one shot, one kill for Gretchin. But this 12.7 caliber elephant gun, while powerful, reloads too slowly!"

Walker recalled the battle just now, still having lingering fears: "You guys didn't see it; I hit that green-skin's skull four times, and it didn't even kill it instantly! And this was just a normal Orc Boyz!"

"If we encounter an Orc Boss with a larger build and heavy armor, these semi-automatic and bolt-action rifles won't be enough. At the very least, we need fully automatic assault rifles or light/heavy machine guns. When encountering high-armor green-skins, we have to use a full magazine to wash their heads."

Ming Shen listened while quickly taking notes in the small notebook.

"Correct, firepower is severely insufficient."

Flash also complained crazily from the side,

"And our transport, that broken bicycle is too trash; it can't even run while carrying people. If we couldn't win today, we wouldn't even be able to run. We must get off-road vehicles, even a three-wheeler would do!"

Ming Shen nodded, deeply agreeing.

"With the current Shelter industrial level, knocking out car chassis and bodies is no problem. Rubber tires can also be synthesized. But the problem is fuel."

Ming Shen looked at the Ratman tech squad playing with mud nearby, "Rats, did your reactor produce any oil?"

ikun True Fan shook his head, sighed with a face full of mud:

"We're using high-temperature pyrolysis now, and we have produced some black pyrolysis oil.

But this stuff has too many impurities, and there's no fractionation tower to separate it into pure diesel and heavy oil.

If we pour it directly into an internal combustion engine, it will scrap the cylinder within ten minutes."

"Without fuel, an internal combustion engine is just a hunk of iron." Ming Shen frowned.

Just when everyone was at a loss.

A new player with the ID Second-hand Old A6 suddenly raised his hand timidly.

"Um..."

Second-hand Old A6 scratched his head,

"I repair old-fashioned tractors and agricultural machinery in real life. Since fuel refining is too slow, why don't we try the oldest method?"

"What method?" Everyone looked at him in unison.

A simple yet extremely hardcore glint flashed in Second-hand Old A6's eyes:

"We can build a wood gasifier!"

"As long as we burn wood incompletely in a sealed furnace, we can produce a combustible mixture of carbon monoxide and hydrogen. After filtering and cooling these gases, we can feed them directly into the intake of the internal combustion engine, and it will still make the engine run!"

"During World War II, when gasoline was scarce, cars in many countries ran by carrying a boiler and burning wood!"

"And even in modern times, North Korea still uses this stuff."

Hearing this.

Ming Shen, Walker, the Doctor, and Lin Li, who was eavesdropping in the dark.

Their eyes simultaneously erupted with a fanatical glint!

"Holy sh*t!" Ming Shen slapped his thigh, "An off-road vehicle powered by burning wood?! Wasteland, wasteland punk?!"

"This plan is too f*cking brilliant! Old A6, you're simply a genius!"