Wasteland: My items are infinitely upgraded.

Chapter 149: Stamping Machine, Living Relics

Lin Feng didn't expect that Bai Ye's proposal for cooperation would come so quickly. It might also be because the densely packed deformed eggs in front of him were so terrifying, far beyond everyone's expectations.

Watching the fleshy egg membranes expanding and contracting, beating in a rhythmic rhythm like breathing, it was as if the entire ruins had come alive, a scene that was even more unbearable than the roaring and mumbling sounds in the ears.

Mental pollution is only a temporary effect, but the third-order distorted egg in front of him is an imminent threat of death.

Back then, a single rank-three aberration was enough to send everyone fleeing in panic, and it was only thanks to Lin Feng's powerful firepower that they were able to defeat him. Now, within a hundred meters of everyone's front, there were no less than a dozen aberration eggs...

If they were to hatch at the same time, even if Captain Lin came to protect them personally, they would all be doomed to die.

So Bai Ye was very clear about the situation. At this point, only the second-level evolvers could be of great use, and the other subordinates in the late first level could only be responsible for moving machine tools and equipment.

As the Salvation Army leader issued the invitation, Lin Feng's mouth curled up slightly. He was not too affected by the danger in front of him.

Although there are many distortion eggs and there may be countless third-level distortion kings in the depths of darkness, Lin Feng's own strength is also no longer what it used to be.

The 1,000 spare bullets for the level 20 high-explosive armor-piercing cannon alone are enough to give the level 3 a hard time. Add to that the synthesized level 25 rapid-fire armor-piercing cannon, a super weapon with 550 points of high damage and 1,000 spare bullets. Even hundreds of level 3 aberrations can be swept away with ease.

Compared with the threat of the Deformed Egg, Lin Feng is more concerned about the damage caused by the battle to the mechanical equipment here. These are all top-notch treasures and the foundation of modern civilization.

Building a mobile city or even a rocket ship into space requires the assembly and splicing of gears and parts.

Now Lin Feng’s strength just doesn’t allow it temporarily, not that he doesn’t need it.

When you arrive at the Taishan ruins again in a few years, these military factory equipment will become the basis for making a fortune.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng retracted his fiery gaze and looked at Bai Ye who was frowning slightly:

"I don't know much about this..."

Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and quickly introduced:
"A small lathe can sell for tens of thousands of credits. High-end CNC machine tools, which I heard can also produce various high-end weapons and equipment, are worth hundreds of thousands to several thousand credits. They're a bit heavy, though, weighing over 10 to 20 tons."

"If Captain Lin doesn't need it, I can convert it into guild points and exchange it for pure life essence."

Lin Feng nodded:
"The small machines are all on the right side, just go and get them. Aren't the six of you enough?"

Bai Ye looked at the different types of machine tools:
"Weapon-making machines are one thing, but more importantly, bullets and even artillery shells require stamping machines for large-scale mass production."

"These machines are further inside, and they weigh several tons each. I have no problem lifting them by myself, but I need to avoid the fleshy tentacles along the way, so I need help."

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly:

"I also need an ammunition production machine."

Bai Ye smiled, having expected this.

As a firearms expert, Lin Feng's demand for ammunition, especially large-caliber shells, has no upper limit, which is related to his combat power level.

So I held up two fingers:

"Just move two, one for each person."

Lin Feng nodded.

Bai Ye then stepped over a thigh-thick fleshy tentacles at his feet and walked towards the nearby machine production area:

"First, move out the nearest lathe machine."

Seeing this, Lin Feng walked forward and followed Bai Ye's footsteps to a small lathe, beside which were milling cutter accessories of different models and sizes.

Place all the necessary accessories on the lathe table, and two people, one in front and one behind, carefully lift them up.

The weight is not bad, just over two tons. There are also some gun firing devices on the side of the car, which can be processed into mainstream light weapons.

Lin Feng was wearing sealed armor and it was inconvenient for him to look down, so the two of them walked out sideways. He could glance at the ground conditions on one side based on Bai Ye's steps opposite him.

The remaining five team members were responsible for lighting to provide the two people in front with a view of the ground.

In this way, a lathe was carefully carried out and handed over to the team members at the exit of the negative eighth floor, and then carried to the negative seventh floor first.

Lin Feng and Bai Ye breathed a sigh of relief. The first transportation was completed smoothly without any danger.

Then we started the second move without stopping.

This time, I searched for a long time before I found a lathe that was not affected by the fleshy contact tube, and it was slightly larger and could process larger components.

After bringing the accessories, the two men carefully lifted the medium-sized lathe, one in front and one behind, which weighed a full six tons.

Although this weight is nothing for a second-level evolver, avoiding various trigger traps on the road is as difficult as avoiding infrared rays. Sometimes two people are needed to lift the six-ton ​​machine above their heads.

The strength required is different from the six-ton ​​deadlift. At least ten tons of strength are needed to steadily support a six-ton ​​weight.

Therefore, on the premise of avoiding touching the touch tube as much as possible, seeking cooperation with Lin Feng is Bai Ye’s best choice.

If we call over the five late-stage first-level subordinates to share the burden, it will greatly increase the risk of awakening the deformed egg.

After completing the transport of the second lathe, the Salvation Army will be able to independently manufacture various types of firearms accessories, and can also repair and replace automobile parts.

Looking at the lathe equipment being carried to the seventh floor below ground, Bai Ye nodded with satisfaction.

The small one is worth at least 40,000 to 50,000 points, and the medium-sized one is worth about 100,000 points. Although it is not high, these are basically not for sale.

Even many first-class forces do not have machine lathes, like Oasis Town.

Apart from industrial cities, weapons production has always been the most scarce industry in the wasteland, and the value behind it cannot be simply measured by money.

After moving the lathe, Bai Ye took a searchlight from his subordinates, put it on his back, and took Lin Feng into the darkness farther away.

Black machines are located on both sides.

In the shadows of the lights, there were rows of guards, solemn and silent, waiting for thousands of years.

The space on the underground eighth floor is larger. Although the floor area is the same as other floors, the floor height is higher.

The top seven floors are all a standard ten-meter height, and the eighth floor below ground is a full fifteen meters high.

Because some large machines have production lines and raw materials piled up, they require more space.

The entire eighth floor below ground in the shelter is used as a weapons production area, which not only has a machine and equipment area for direct production, but also a raw material storage warehouse, finished product shelves, and so on.

Fortunately, the production area was right at the entrance. Bai Ye led Lin Feng, one in front and one behind, and after walking about five hundred meters, they found the ammunition assembly line.

Lin Feng saw the production process of bullets and most small artillery shells here.

It all starts with drilling holes in a copper or iron plate to create round steel coins. Then, through quenching, stamping, and forming, they're pressed into the center, shaped like a cap and then shaped into long strips. Finally, a primer is installed at the bottom...

The body of the bullet is now completed.

The second half is the formation of the bullet. The same copper or iron plate is cut into a small circle, then softened by quenching and pressed into the shape of a bullet, and then a steel core or a heavier lead core is injected into the inside. The bullet is then completed.

The remaining process of injecting the granular gunpowder and loading the bullets was a large automated assembly line machine, twenty meters long and divided into five or six modules, requiring five people to operate. However, the output was also alarmingly high. Lin Feng glanced at the nameplate of the assembly area, which stated that it could fire five rounds of 7.62mm standard ammunition per second.

With sufficient raw materials and manpower, production can continue for 24 hours and 432,000 rifle bullets can be produced per day.

Based on the calculation of one point for every five shipments, that is 86,400 points. Even if the bulk shipments are discounted by 50%, and one point for every ten shipments, there are still 43,000 points.

It only takes four days to produce a second-level evolution agent, which is no different from a money printing machine.

Unfortunately, the fleshy tentacles here are everywhere, entangled with each other, and are very complicated.

Lin Feng and Bai Ye had no ability or means to transport the entire bullet production line out.

They could only transport the stamping and forming machine for producing bullet casings at the edge to the surface to initially solve the problem of bullet production.

However, this stamping machine is not light either, weighing more than ten tons. There are different cutting molds and mold cores of different shapes on the side, corresponding to bullets of different models and sizes.

The main difference is its size. The base is three meters wide and seven meters long, with hydraulic cutters and stamping molding areas in the middle, which is equivalent to cramming multiple processes into one production line.

Lin Feng and Bai Ye, one at the head and one at the tail, slowly lifted the heavy equipment and walked steadily towards the entrance.

Fortunately, the ten-ton weight was not too much of a burden for either of them, especially Bai Ye who was walking in front. As a late-stage second-order evolved being, she could unleash a terrifying force of seventy or eighty tons. Now, for her, carrying ten tons of equipment was as easy as lifting half a bucket of water with one hand.

Therefore, most of Bai Ye's energy was focused on avoiding the fleshy tentacles, so as not to touch the distortion egg and attract the birth and pursuit of the third-level distortion king.

The short distance of 500 meters took the two of them a full ten minutes to walk as they cautiously advanced. They observed almost every step several times to ensure safety.

After successfully moving one machine out, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Bai Ye then arranged for his men to transport the bullet-making stamping machine to the surface as soon as possible.

Then he led Lin Feng back to the way they came and started moving the last one.

After an hour-long search and transportation, Lin Feng's condition gradually declined. There was no problem with his physical strength, but the main problem was the self-will in his mind. Under the invasion of mental pollution, he felt a lot of pressure.

Bai Ye also noticed Lin Feng's condition. His hands were shaking unconsciously. In order to resist the roaring, screaming and muttering, he needed to devote most of his attention to suppress them, otherwise there would be more than just sounds in his mind.

Therefore, Lin Feng's movements and reactions became slower, which was not good news.

Bai Ye frowned slightly, walked to another stamping machine, gestured, and asked Lin Feng if he could still hold on.

The latter nodded slightly, signaling Bai Ye to continue.

The two of them immediately lifted up the large device and were about to return along the same route...

As luck would have it, a meat tube as thin as a finger happened to be hanging above the stamping machine. In an instant, Bai Ye had a strong bad premonition!

Just listen to the next second,
There was a thud behind the woman!
Then a strong third-level aura emerged!

Bai Ye's hair stood on end in an instant, blue light appeared in his eyes, and his spatial ability was on the verge of exploding at any time.

At the same time, Lin Feng, who had just woken up, used the small searchlight on his head to clearly see what suddenly appeared behind Bai Ye.

It was a long, slender figure, about four or five meters long and tall. Although it looked like a third-order distortion king, it was very thin, as if it was more than twice the size of an ordinary person.

At this moment, the monster was hanging upside down behind Bai Ye. Because of the obstruction of vision, Lin Feng could not see its true face. He could only nod to signal Bai Ye to put down the machine and bypass the thin fleshy hose hanging on the top.

Then he shook his head slightly, telling Bai Yue not to look back rashly, and it would be best to leave quietly at the moment.

After successfully breaking free from the fleshy hose that was almost caught, Lin Feng took over the command and quickly took Bai Ye away from here.

Following the route the two had taken before, Lin Feng followed his memory and stepped over the several thick flesh tubes under his feet, while avoiding the small flesh tubes connected to each other at the top.

After Bai Ye successfully moved his position, Lin Feng used the corner of his eye to glimpse the appearance of the monster that suddenly appeared.

It was very similar to a third-order deformer, but was skinny to the point of being just skin and bones, with its skin a strange black color. A long tube as thick as a bowl hung from its abdomen, leading all the way to the roof. It should be its umbilical cord.

The overall feeling it gave was that it was a product of a failed hatching. Although it was also a level three existence, it was far less dangerous than the previous distorted king.

Lin Feng felt that even with an ordinary rapid-fire cannon, he could easily solve the problem.

In this restricted area of ​​the ruins, there should be only a few deformed eggs that can successfully hatch the Deformation King.

Otherwise, so many third-level mutants would have rushed into the train tunnel on the negative fifth floor and started a battle with the mutant beasts of Steppenwolf.

Thinking of this, just when Lin Feng thought he had carefully resolved the crisis, when he turned around, he found that the strange deformed body began to slowly rise under the drag of the umbilical cord and flesh tube, and then sank back into the darkness above his head.

Following the direction it left, Lin Feng looked up and was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him and broke out in a cold sweat.

Just where the two men had just lifted the stamping equipment and the sound was made, hundreds of upside-down monsters had gathered above their heads. In the dim light, they looked like skin bags hanging on tree trunks and gradually drying up in the wind at midnight.

When the searchlight above Lin Feng's head inadvertently shone in the direction of his gaze, hundreds of deformed monsters looked towards him at the same time, their movements in unison, as if they had noticed something.

Lin Feng quickly lowered his head, terrified.

At that moment, accompanied by the mumbling in his head and the intuition of his sixth sense, Lin Feng felt as if he was being watched by countless eyes.

Not those deformed monsters that failed to hatch.

It's an entire negative eighth floor ruins...

“It” saw itself!

In other words, the hatching nest on the bottom three layers may itself be a living thing, especially on the negative eighth layer, where it is silently observing everything.

As soon as this thought appeared, it continued to magnify and deepen in Lin Feng's mind...

It even drowns out the murmurs and whispers of spiritual pollution around it.

It was not until the stamping machine was lifted to the exit of the negative eighth floor and handed over to the main force of the Salvation Army that Lin Feng came to his senses after hearing Bai Ye's call.

"Hey! Wake up!"

Bai Ye frowned slightly, she was worried that Lin Feng had fallen into mild pollution.

Lin Feng, who had regained consciousness, looked at the woman in front of him, then turned around and prepared to leave:

"Mission accomplished, let's go."

Bai Ye noticed something strange:
"I'm planning to head to the warehouse on the other side. There should be a lot of raw materials in there, especially copper. The price of copper is quite high right now, and it's used to make wires and motors. It's the most important raw material for bullets. Should we go get some together?"

Lin Feng looked solemn and shook his head:

"It's too dangerous. It has noticed us."

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be joking, Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, then asked in a low voice:
"Who?"

Lin Feng took a deep breath:

"remains."

(End of this chapter)