The "Survival on the Train" game has bugs, it's really laggy!

The explosion-proof door is fully opened.

Yellow-green toxic mist spewed out from the crack in the door, first rolling along the ground, then being pushed upwards by the underground heat, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed half of the old track at the door.

There was a sulfurous smell in the fog.

It has a sour taste.

There was also the fishy stench of some kind of rotting flesh soaked in industrial wastewater.

The outer soldiers of the Black Gear retreated quickly.

They were prepared; they fastened their heavy gas masks, lowered their shoulder lights, and held their rifles level. The crowd dispersed to both sides as if sliced ​​by a knife.

The fortified vehicle is more direct.

Heavy armor plates rose from both sides of the vehicle body and snapped shut.

The observation window retracts into the armor slot.

The ventilation opening is closed.

The internal circulation life support system is activated.

Several plumes of white exhaust gas were emitted from the vehicle's exterior, and then all the gaps were sealed shut with rubber rings.

The heavy-duty monster instantly transformed into a metal-shelled turtle.

Let's look at the Devourer now.

Half of the metal roof of the vehicle was being blown around by the underground wind.

The edge of the broken car door was sticking out.

The crack in the windshield was still smeared with dried sandworm blood.

There is a hole in the floor of the carriage.

The tailgate is leaking air.

The right window frame even has a notch that Wang Hu had previously pried open with a wrench.

Even before the yellowish-green toxic fog got close, the pungent odor could already be smelled inside the car.

Xiao Huo lay prone under the control panel, his golden vertical pupils fixed on the gas detection gauge.

The red lights on the dial flashed in a row.

It froze completely.

"Owner."

"The concentration of sulfur dioxide gas exceeds the standard."

"The concentration of corrosive acid mist exceeds the standard."

"The oxygen concentration is less than five percent."

"Based on the current sealing condition of the vehicle body, the survival time after entering is less than thirty seconds."

Wang Hu looked up at the roof of the car.

The sheet metal was lifted up by the wind again.

His face twitched.

"Thirty seconds?"

Xiao Huo nodded very seriously.

"An optimistic estimate."

Wang Hu cursed, grabbed a roll of rags and tape, and rushed towards the car door.

"Then block it."

He stuffed the rag into the crack in the door and wrapped it horizontally with duct tape.

Just as it was wrapped twice, a wisp of yellowish-green acidic mist swirled in from outside the door and touched the rag.

laugh.

The surface of the rag immediately turned black.

Edge curling.

The tape also started to become sticky, soften, and bubble.

Wang Hu's hand was still pressed on it, and his palm recoiled violently from the heat.

"Grass."

He shook his hand, watching the tattered cloth crumble into black dust in seconds, his face turning ashen.

Xiao Huo handed over another piece of fireproof cloth.

Wang Hu took it and continued stuffing it in.

Contact with acid fumes again.

The outer layer of the fireproof cloth turned white, the inner layer hardened, and then it cracked.

The second one is also ruined.

Wang Hu's forehead was covered in sweat.

It's not fear.

It's urgent.

"This old car leaks like a sieve."

"It can't be stopped."

Little Fire emerged from under the control panel, clutching a toolbox, its claws rummaging rapidly through it.

"There's no tape."

"There is no sealant."

"No acid-resistant coating."

"There isn't even a complete car door."

It paused for half a second, then added another sentence.

"We have an optimistic attitude."

Wang Hu glared at it.

"Try stuffing optimism through a crack in the door."

The heat is low, and the ears are flat.

"I also feel like it can't be contained."

Suddenly, a piercing static noise filled the public channel.

Then came the voice of the Black Gear adjutant.

"The garbage truck behind."

"Why did it stop?"

"Weren't you quite aggressive just now?"

A few people chuckled softly from inside the fortified vehicle.

The adjutant sat in the armored compartment, watching the Devourer on the monitor screen, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"According to the betting agreement, you are to escort the governor's car into the water vein control well."

"The door is open now."

"You don't even dare to enter the gas field at the entrance."

"What's this?"

"A technical breach of contract?"

Wang Hu grabbed the communicator.

"This section of the toxic fog wasn't mentioned in the route you provided."

The adjutant immediately responded.

"Isn't it common sense that the relics contain poisonous fumes?"

"They teach it even in wasteland kindergartens."

"Your car is broken, whose fault is it?"

Wang Hu's face darkened.

Little Fire whispered, "There are no kindergartens in the wasteland."

Wang Hu lowered his voice.

"I know."

The adjutant was still making sarcastic remarks on the channel.

"I'll give you thirty seconds."

"If the Devourer has not entered the passage in thirty seconds, it will be considered a failure."

"The car returns to the black gear."

"People wear slave rings."

"Of course, you can also continue to sit next to the poison gas and wait to die."

He paused, then laughed in a disgusting way.

Friendly reminder.

"Your car doors are so celebratoryly leaky."

Inside the fortress's monitoring room, the garrison soldiers were all gathered in front of the screen.

Someone was holding a gun and shaking their head.

"It's over."

"That beat-up car may be fierce at first, but it's immune to poison gas."

"Without an airtight cabin, going in is just like being delivered."

"We can dodge fire, charge off cliffs, and pull ourselves out of swamps."

"This won't do."

"If a mouthful gets into the seam, the lung is gone."

The repairman's lips twitched as he looked at the sheet metal on the roof of the Devourer.

"Even the roof isn't intact."

"What's the point of talking about sealing then?"

Another soldier whispered, "What a pity, that car was quite strange."

The repairman shook his head.

Even the most bizarre things have a physics to them.

"Poison gas is poison gas."

on site.

The Black Gear guards also retreated to a safe distance.

Several soldiers wearing gas masks were already standing to the side, carrying slave-catching nets.

They did not approach.

There's no rush.

The adjutant's countdown came through the channel.

"thirty."

"Twenty-nine."

"Twenty-eight."

Wang Hu gripped the wrench tightly, his shoulders taut.

"Old Su."

"Or I could rush over and pry open the adjutant's cabin door."

The small fire is rising.

"Tiger, given your current physical condition, you'll be poisoned before you can even pry it open."

Wang Hu cursed under his breath.

"Then I'll unscrew his doorknob too."

Su Yuan remained silent.

He was sitting in the driver's seat.

He held the steering wheel with his left hand.

The mechanical left eye slowly rotated.

Click.

Click.

It swept through the poisonous fog.

Sweep across the floor near the entrance.

Sweep across the oil tank.

Sweep away the sandworm slime remaining on the front of the car.

It finally stopped on the hot cylinder head of the engine.

The adjutant was still counting down.

"Twenty-six."

"Twenty-five."

Su Yuan spoke.

"Wang Hu".

Wang Hu immediately turned around.

"exist."

Su Yuan raised his chin.

Engine oil.

Wang Hu was stunned for a moment.

"What?"

"Two boxes given by Huo Chen."

Although Wang Hu didn't understand, he acted quickly.

He lunged to the corner of the carriage and dragged out the high-grade military fuel tank.

The seal on the iron box is still intact.

He pried it open with a wrench.

The black, shiny engine oil was sloshing around inside.

Small fire probe.

"Master, engine oil is not a sealing material."

Su Yuan said, "Now."

He ripped off a piece of discarded oil pipe with his left hand and tossed it to Wang Hu.

"bucket."

Wang Hu grabbed an iron bucket.

Su Yuan continued, "Pour in the engine oil."

Wang Hu did as instructed.

Half a barrel of high-grade engine oil was poured into an iron drum.

Su Yuan looked at the front of the car.

"Red Sand".

Wang Hu jumped out of the car and used a shovel to scoop a large pile of red sand from the ground into the vehicle.

Su Yuan added, "Insect slime."

Xiao Huo was taken aback.

"Sandworm slime left on the front of the car?"

"Scrape it off."

Wang Hu swung his shovel and scraped off the semi-dried green slime from the front corner of the car, throwing it all, including insect blood and sand, into the iron bucket.

The smell immediately came out.

Wang Hu was almost forced back half a step by the fumes.

"This stuff goes really well with rice."

Little Fire flicked its tail.

"Brother Tiger, don't describe it as something you'd eat with rice."

Su Yuan used his severed wrist to brace against the edge of the iron bucket and pushed it to the side of the engine compartment.

"Put it on the tank lid."

Wang Hu picked up the iron bucket.

As soon as you get close to the hot cylinder head, a wave of heat hits your face.

He gritted his teeth and pressed the iron bucket down hard.

sizzle.

Engine oil, red sand, and insect slime mixed together and churned rapidly on the hot cylinder head.

In less than three seconds, the bucket turned into a pungent, dark green clay.

The smells were a mixture of sour, burnt, and engine oil.

Xiao Huo stared wide-eyed at the test results.

"The viscosity is increasing."

"Acid resistance unknown."

"But the surface film formation speed is very fast."

Wang Hu stirred it with a wrench.

When the wrench was pulled out, it was covered with a thick layer of dark green clay.

It stretched into a long strip, then quickly solidified.

Wang Hu grinned.

"It actually worked?"

Su Yuandao: "Mud hole."

"The largest ones."

Without saying a word, Wang Hu picked up the iron bucket and started pouring water.

The roof of the car has a hole.

The gap in the car door.

Crack in the windshield.

The tailgate has a gap.

He used a wrench as a spatula to apply the scalding hot clay.

The back of my hand was scalded red by the heat.

He didn't even flinch, cursing as he pasted the paste.

"I'll make you leak."

"Leaking again."

"Shut up."

Little Fire also crawled out, each of its six claws grabbing a piece of scrap steel and pressing it against the clay to secure it.

"here."

"Brother Tiger, there's still a big hole in the left side of the door."

"Don't press the metal sheet on the roof too hard, or it will fall off."

Wang Hu roared back.

"If it falls off, I'll weld it back on."

The edge of the acid mist rolled onto the front of the car.

The freshly applied clay was licked by the acid mist, and white smoke rose from its surface.

But it didn't rot immediately.

It formed a hard shell, barely covering the several large holes.

Inside the fortified vehicle.

The Black Gear technician stared at the screen, frowned, and then sneered.

"Traditional clay mortar."

"Add engine oil and mineral sand, add mutant insect slime."

"It can barely block out the thick fog."

The adjutant looked at him.

"it works?"

The technician shook his head.

"It's no use."

"There are too many small gaps in the car body."

"Hole in the base plate, crack in the door frame, opening in the wiring harness, and edge of the window frame."

"Poisonous gas will penetrate at the molecular level; we won't give them any face."

"This method of smearing them will at most give them ten more seconds of life."

The adjutant was satisfied.

He pressed the channel button.

"You're working really hard."

"Perfect score in the wasteland craft class."

"But a garbage truck is a garbage truck."

"Are you all done pasting?"

"Slave-catching team, prepare."

The soldiers on the flanks had already spread out their slave-catching nets.

A stun gun hangs from the edge of the net.

They waited for the countdown to end.

The adjutant began to count off.

"ten."

"Nine."

"eight."

in the carriage.

Wang Hu slapped the last handful of clay onto the hole in the roof of the car, his hand trembling from the heat.

"Old Su."

"How long can it last?"

Xiao Huo looked at the gas detection table.

"The large hole has been temporarily sealed."

"Even small cracks can still allow water to seep in."

"After entering the gas field, the theoretical safe time increases to about forty seconds."

Wang Hu exhaled a breath of hot air.

"It's only ten seconds more."

Su Yuan touched the heavy crowbar next to the seat with his left hand.

He picked it up.

Then lift your foot.

He kicked the carriage floor.

bang.

The floor already had cracks.

With that kick, the splicing steel plate popped up.

Wang Hu was taken aback.

What are you doing?

Su Yuan did not answer.

The second kick.

The third kick.

The floorboards were kicked open, leaving a hole big enough for a person to reach in.

Below is the engine's main exhaust pipe.

The pipe originally ran along the chassis to the rear, its outer layer wrapped with charred fireproof cloth, and black smoke was still leaking from the joints.

Su Yuan extended the crowbar and jammed the bend in the pipe.

Use your left hand to generate force.

crunch.

The exhaust pipe was forcibly broken in half.

The small fire caused the hair to explode on the spot.

"Owner!"

"That's the exhaust manifold!"

"You can't break it like that!"

Su Yuan coldly replied, "Yes."

He pressed down on the crowbar again.

The metal pipes were twisted, and the fasteners broke one after another.

Wang Hu understood.

He dropped the wrench, grabbed the other end of the crowbar with both hands, and began to press it outwards.

"Come."

"I'll help you change its fate."

The two men managed to pull the exhaust pipe out from under the chassis.

The pipe grazed the frame, sending sparks flying.

The little fire jumped around anxiously.

"Wrong angle."

"The exhaust back pressure will be disordered."

"The engine may blow up."

Su Yuan said, "Set the fuel injection to the highest setting."

The little fire claw stopped.

"Master, are you sure?"

Su Yuan looked at the yellowish-green poisonous fog swirling in the passage.

"Adjust."

Xiao Huo gritted his teeth, lunged back to the control panel, and opened the manual fuel injection valve.

One grid.

Two spaces.

Push it all the way to the bottom.

The pitcher plant's engine speed suddenly increased.

Rumble.

The entire Devourer was shaking.

The exhaust pipe, which had been bent to the outside of the car body, pointed diagonally upwards, and thick black exhaust gas was billowing from the pipe.

Su Yuan then poured half a bucket of engine oil into the auxiliary combustion chamber through the temporary oil pipe.

Xiao Huo looked at the watch face, his throat tightening.

"The mixture is severely oil-rich."

"The content of unburned hydrocarbons in the exhaust gas is off the charts."

"The exhaust temperature is extremely high."

"This is not a life-sustaining solution."

Wang Hu closed the car door and braced it with his foot.

"What is that?"

Su Yuan shifted gears.

"Fire Shield"

The adjutant counted down to the very end.

"three."

"two."

"one."

"Agreement failed."

"The slave-catching team, step forward."

The slave-catching team had only taken two steps.

The Devourer's engine suddenly roared violently.

The exhaust pipe, pointing diagonally towards the sky, spewed out a half-meter-long black and red tail flame.

It wasn't ordinary black smoke.

It was a violent tongue of fire carrying oil particles, unburned fuel, and high-temperature exhaust gas.

The rear of the car vibrated.

The front of the car was lowered.

Su Yuan stepped on the gas and drove into the red line.

The Devouring Wasteland has been blasted away.

It did not wait.

There was no probing.

Covered in blackish-green clay and with a crooked chassis, it crashed directly into the yellowish-green toxic fog.

The first second.

The toxic mist seeped into the gaps in the car body.

The second second.

The diagonally ejected exhaust flames swept across the rear side of the vehicle, creating a high-temperature airflow.

The third second.

The high concentration of sulfurized combustible gas inside the passage was ignited.

boom.

A ring of fire spread outward from the exhaust tail flame, rapidly creeping along the layer of poisonous gas surrounding the Devourer.

The yellowish-green fog was torn apart by the high temperature.

Flames rolled along the outer edge of the vehicle, forming a frenzied burning shield.

Before the poisonous gas could even seep into the car door, it was burned away by the outer fire wall.

The acid mist was pushed away by the high temperature.

Corrosion particles turn into black ash in the fire.

The Devourer forcibly burned a brief empty space in the poisonous fog tunnel.

Inside the fortified vehicle.

The walkie-talkie in the adjutant's hand fell to the floor.

His mouth was still open, the smugness after the countdown frozen on his face.

The technician rushed to the screen, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Did he set the poison gas on fire?"

"Did he ignite the surrounding poison gas with an exhaust flame?"

"That's impossible."

Another technician was holding onto the monitoring console.

"Without sufficient oxygen, combustion will be unstable."

"But there are volatile oxides in the channel."

"There is also residual flammable gas leaking from the old pipeline."

"The firewall is depleting the gas layer."

"It really burned out a firebreak."

The adjutant turned his head sharply.

"Where are the people in the car?"

The technician looked at the thermal imaging.

In the image, the outer ring of the Devourer is a blazing red.

The temperature inside the carriage was also rising sharply.

"He's not dead."

"He's not dead yet."

Huo Chen sat in the wheelchair, originally leaning back.

The moment he saw the Devourer rush into the wall of fire, he suddenly leaned out.

The life support tubing was pulled and swayed slightly.

The guard quickly supported the wheelchair.

"Governor."

Huo Chen ignored him.

He stared at the screen.

The area under his eyes was hard and shiny.

"Burn away the poison gas."

"Use your own exhaust flame to pave the way."

He coughed a few times, his chest heaving heavily.

"This isn't madness."

"This is daring to burn a car as if it were their life."

Inside the passageway.

The Devourer has become a moving ball of fire.

The outer firewalls rolled up.

The blackish-green clay on the car body was smoking from the heat.

The steel sheet on the roof is hot and red.

The temperature inside the carriage soared.

The temperature alarms on the small fire started going off one after another.

"The temperature inside the carriage was 72 degrees Celsius."

"Seventy-five degrees."

"Seventy-eight degrees."

Wang Hu had already torn off his shirt.

He was shirtless, his back was covered in sweat, and his skin was red from the heat.

"This isn't a car."

"This is a portable sauna."

The small fire was dragging a thick water pipe, which was connected to the branch line of the water tank.

"Tiger, you can curse with your mouth, but don't stop with your hands."

Wang Hu grabbed another pipe.

"Where to spray?"

"Carriage wall".

"engine."

"The edge of the putty."

"And yourself."

Wang Hu pressed the water pipe.

Industrial cooling water sprayed from the pipe and hit the side walls of the carriage.

sizzle.

A white mist rose instantly.

The heat was so intense that he couldn't open his eyes.

He turned and sprayed the edge of the engine compartment.

The small flame operates the valves simultaneously with its six claws, spraying while keeping an eye on the meter.

"The coolant is being consumed very quickly."

"But it's better than being poisoned."

Wang Hu grinned.

"That's a very well said statement."

The firewall outside the carriage rolled.

Steam rose and fell inside the carriage.

The tires of the Devourer rolled over the old tracks, causing the vehicle to shake violently.

The underground utility tunnel is full of broken pipes, corroded steel frames, and puddles.

The wall of fire illuminated the surroundings.

There are large patches of grayish-white mold on the wall.

There are abandoned warning signs.

There were also piles of bones that had been corroded by the acid fumes.

Xiao Huo suddenly looked up.

"There is a moving heat source ahead."

Wang Hu grabbed the wrench.

"What the heck?"

At the front of the firewall, a row of grayish-white worms crawled out from the cracks in the pipes.

They have no eyes.

Its head was covered with thick keratin plates, its back had corrosion-resistant vesicles, and fragments of an old gas mask and metal rings hung on the outside of its body.

These creatures live in toxic gas zones year-round, and they swarm at the sound of vibrations.

The first blind beetle opened its mouthparts and lunged at the wheel.

Su Yuan turned the steering wheel slightly.

The Devourer did not evade.

The left front wheel ran directly over it.

Snapped.

The blind beetle's carapace burst open, and the green liquid was swept up by the wall of fire, instantly turning into black smoke.

The second one leaped up from the side, trying to pounce on the gap in the car door.

Wang Hu raised the wrench and lashed it out through the broken window.

The wrench struck the blind beetle on the head and pulled it back into the fire wall.

The insect rolled around in the fire for a few seconds before becoming still.

Wang Hu, panting heavily from the heat, cursed, "Keeping pets in this toxic fumes?"

Little Fire shouted, "There are three left!"

Su Yuan didn't let go of the accelerator.

The Devourer directly increased its speed.

Fire walls encased the car body, and the wheels rolled over the old tracks.

Three blind beetles were caught under the car.

A series of sounds, like the shell shattering, came from beneath the chassis.

Green bodily fluid splashed onto the exhaust pipe, and flames shot up suddenly.

Xiao Huo looked at the outside temperature and almost jumped up.

"The tail flame is enhanced."

"Insect liquid is flammable."

Wang Hu laughed as he sprayed water.

"Wow, it even comes with its own fuel pack."

The passageway is getting narrower and narrower.

A section of landslide area has appeared ahead.

Several thick pipes hang from the top of the old utility tunnel, only half a meter away from the roof of the vehicle.

The fire wall licked at the pipes, burning off the outer layer of grime with a crackling sound.

Xiao Huo stared intently at the altitude.

"Master, the roof clearance is insufficient."

It paused for a moment, then quickly changed its tune.

"Insufficient roof clearance."

Wang Hu looked at it.

"What gibberish were you just saying?"

"Systemic habits when under pressure."

Su Yuan did not slow down.

He pressed the steering wheel with his left hand, keeping the car close to the upper edge of the right-side track.

The right wheel ran over a protruding steel beam, causing the vehicle to tilt to the side.

The sheet metal on the roof brushed against the hanging pipes.

A screeching sound scraped along the roof of the car.

Sparks fell into the wall of fire.

Wang Hu raised his hand and pressed down on the sheet metal.

"Don't drop it."

"If you lose it, you'll truly become a convertible."

The small fire was spraying water like crazy.

The steam turned the carriage into a white expanse.

Wang Hu's face was covered in both water and sweat, making it impossible to tell which was more.

He looked towards the driver's seat.

Su Yuan sat there, his left hand steady and unwavering.

The mechanical left eye rotated one grid at a time amidst the firelight and steam.

His face showed no extra expression.

There was fire outside the car.

The car was filled with hot steam.

The toxic gas was burned so that it couldn't stick to the car body.

The entire Devourer relied on a single exhaust pipe that had been forcibly pried out, a bucket of engine oil, a pile of insect slime, and reckless throttle to force its way through the old-fashioned toxic gas tunnel.

Inside the fortress's monitoring room.

The garrison, who had been waiting to see the spectacle fail, fell silent.

On the screen, walls of fire rolled around the Devourer, wheels crushed blind insects, and white mist billowed from the carriages.

Someone's throat moved.

"This actually passed?"

The maintenance worker stared blankly at the exhaust pipe pointing diagonally upwards.

"It's not over."

"It burned the road open."

The defenders who had previously said that poison gas must be dealt with using physics remained silent for a long time.

Someone next to him asked him a question.

"Are we still teaching physics now?"

The man remained silent for a few seconds.

"speak."

"But it talks about a different kind of wasteland physics."

Inside the fortified vehicle.

The adjutant finally came to his senses and grabbed the walkie-talkie.

"Close the partition door ahead."

"Push the poison gas back down."

"Even if we can't burn them to death, we'll suffocate them inside."

The technician's expression changed.

"Lieutenant, the partition door is old and in disrepair. Forcibly closing it may cause a backflow of pressure in the passageway."

The adjutant roared, "Execute!"

The command has just been issued.

Huo Chen's channel came in.

"stop."

The adjutant froze.

"Governor, they will be arriving at the control station soon."

Huo Chen's tone was cold.

"The bet is that they escort the fortified vehicle into the well."

"I'm not asking you to do anything underhanded."

The adjutant gritted his teeth.

"But they've already broken out of the escort range."

Huo Chen coughed a few times.

"Who just deleted the data for the failed drilling area?"

The adjutant fell silent.

Huo Chen continued, "One more time, you'll go to the mine to wear a slave ring."

All that remained in the channel was static.

The adjutant lowered his head, his eyes burning with anger, but he dared not touch the control panel again.

The last section of the passage.

The concentration of toxic fumes was actually higher.

The fire wall burned even more fiercely.

The temperature inside the Desolate Wasteland train car soared to 82 degrees Celsius.

Little Fire's fur was completely covered.

It sprayed water while glancing at the water meter with concern.

"Master, industrial cooling water consumption is 30%."

Wang Hu leaned against the car door, so hot that he was panting as he spoke.

Don't feel bad.

"If the water runs out, we can steal it."

"What will you use to repair your car if you're dead?"

Xiao Huo thought for a moment.

"Reasonable."

Finally, open space appeared ahead.

The toxic fog is thinning.

The old tracks extend to a reinforced concrete platform.

At the other end of the platform is a huge circular control well, surrounded by rusty valves and old-fashioned operating towers.

Su Yuan Machinery's left eye is locked onto the exit.

He did not stop the oiling immediately.

Instead, he pressed the accelerator harder one last time.

The exhaust plume suddenly lengthened.

The toxic gas in the outer ring was swept away by the high temperature.

The Devourer, engulfed in flames and steam, burst out of the poison gas tunnel.

boom.

The wheels hit solid ground.

The front suspension pressed down heavily.

The crooked front of the car plowed through the ground, leaving a black mark.

The car body sways to the side.

Su Yuan swerved the steering wheel sharply, straightening the rear of the car.

The firewall, deprived of its gas supply, rapidly shrank along the edges of the vehicle.

Finally, only the exhaust pipe was still spewing out black and red flames.

Immediately reduce the fuel injection valve when the fire is low.

The engine speed decreased.

The tail flame broke off.

The carriage was filled with white steam.

Wang Hu slumped to the floor, looking as if he had just been dragged out of a steamer.

He wiped his face, sweat dripping down his chin.

He's alive.

Little Fire lay on the control panel, its paws still clutching the water pipe.

It looked at the gas meter.

"The concentration of toxic gas outside has dropped to the safety threshold."

"Oxygen has been restored inside the carriage."

"The cooling cycle is acceptable."

"Fire Shield Plan successful."

Wang Hu laughed, panting.

"Didn't you just say this wasn't a life support plan?"

Xiao Huo looked up, very seriously.

"Now change the file."

"Wasteland Fire Shield Survival Plan".

"Remark."

"Non-professional vehicles should not imitate this."

Wang Hu was delighted.

"Even professional vehicles can't imitate it."

The monitoring footage from the fortress vehicle was simultaneously transmitted back to the fortress.

In the command room of the water source fortress, no one spoke anymore.

On the screen, smoke was billowing from the roof of the Devourer, the edges of the doors were covered with blackish-green mortar, the exhaust pipe was bent to the outside of the vehicle, and burnt oil residue was still dripping from the pipe opening.

It remained there on the water vein control station platform.

They passed through the gas-filled corridor that Black Gear was so proud of.

The commander stood in front of the screen, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

The repairman looked down at the recorder in his hand, then at the screen.

He crossed out the words he had just written: "The vehicle cannot pass without an airtight body."

I thought about it.

He added another sentence.

"Unless it sets off the poison gas."

Outside the site passage.

The Black Gear soldier watched the surveillance footage, and his eyes behind his mask changed.

The slave-catching team hadn't yet put away their nets.

But no one took another step forward.

The adjutant sat in the fortified vehicle, his knuckles gripping the armrests, his face grim.

He wanted to curse.

But they couldn't find the words to curse.

Huo Chen stared at the smoking, broken-down car on the screen for a long time before speaking.

"Continue to move forward."

"Keep up with it."

The fortress vehicle restarted.

The tracks are pressed into the channel.

It has complete airtight armor, an internal circulation system, military-grade filters, and a standard design.

This time, however, when the Black Gear convoy entered the gas tunnel, no one laughed at the Desolate Wasteland.

Inside the underground water vein control station.

Su Yuan turned on the headlights.

Two yellowish lampposts pierced through the remaining moisture, shining forward.

This place is very big.

The top is so high that you can't see the end.

The old steel frame stands suspended in mid-air, many of them broken.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of mineral mud.

In the distance, you could hear the sound of water slowly rinsing through the pipes, but the sound was mixed with mechanical friction, and something seemed off.

Little Fire climbed up from the control panel and shook its soaking wet tail.

"Owner."

"A large water storage tank has been detected."

"The water body is reacting abnormally."

Wang Hu sat up straight.

"Is there water?"

Xiao Huo stared at the screen, his ears slowly perking up and then slowly lowering back down.

"have."

"But it's not clean water."

The searchlight continued to advance.

A huge water storage tank appeared ahead.

The walls of the trench are tens of meters high, and the outside is covered with old-fashioned pipelines.

Logically, that should be a reservoir for deep water veins.

But now, there is no clean water in the tank.

Inside was a massive machine.

One side is a discarded giant water pump.

Half of it is the grayish-white fleshy body swollen out by sewer creatures.

A thick pump shaft pierced through chunks of flesh, while gears slowly turned through blood vessels and sludge.

Several water pipes, like twisted necks, protrude from the water storage tank, their walls covered with slippery membranes and rusted valves.

Its central pump chamber opens and closes.

Each time it contracts, murky liquid spurts out from the crack.

Wang Hu was about to curse when his gaze suddenly fell on one of the thick gear-shaped water pipes.

There was a person hanging upside down there.

The man was wearing a dustproof suit from the old days of Earth.

The dust suit had turned gray from being soaked in sewage, and a cracked transparent tag was still hanging on the chest.

My hands were wrapped in a fleshy membrane, and my body swayed gently as the tubes contracted.

He is still alive.

The legs were twitching weakly.

Wang Hu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he pushed himself up from the floor.

"Old Su."

"On that pipe."

"There's someone hanging there."