Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

"Let's get serious. What do you have to offer in exchange?"

Zhou Lei's seemingly casual question sounded the clarion call for a war of words from afar.

"Let's tell each other what you need first. That will save time."

Gu Lang naturally understood the principle of not revealing his trump card all at once.

This would allow the subsequent negotiations to fall entirely into the other party's rhythm.

"You're quite ambitious, aren't you? How much cargo can your little boat even hold?"

Ma Cheng's voice interrupted again.

Gu Lang frowned. The two of them were working together seamlessly, one singing and the other singing.

Next, he inevitably faced extreme price pressure, and after thinking it over, Gu Lang came up with an idea.

"Well, it's hard to explain over the walkie-talkie."

I'll write down a list for you, and then we can discuss the price.

Anyway, it will get dark soon, and I will spend the night below the platform.

"This is a rare opportunity; please consider me a merchant passing through."

From the conversation just now, Gu Lang deduced that there were at least three people on this platform, and there was no clear leader.

If you try to communicate via walkie-talkie, it will only turn into a heated debate between Gu Lang and the other side, who will be united in their stance.

But once the list of supplies is submitted, internal conflicts within the platform will follow.

Gu Lang didn't believe that they could remain united in this post-apocalyptic environment.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared, and their interests cannot be aligned.

"Okay, then write down the list and attach it to the cage."

Zhou Gong, unaware of Gu Lang's true intentions, readily agreed to the request.

Gu Lang took out a piece of paper, drew a table by hand, and filled in all the tradable materials.

After sealing the paper in plastic film, he revealed a wicked smile.

The form listed the names and quantities of many supplies.

Besides gold, cigarettes, alcohol, medicine, and dried bear meat, there is also a section for weapons.

The label reads: dagger, axe, boar spear, and "Type 05 revolver".

As the cage rose, Gu Lang quietly awaited how things would unfold.

The bait has been cast; let's see who takes the bait tonight.

After dinner, Gu Lang took advantage of his rare free time.

They began by wrapping and sealing the bear jerky in plastic film.

They continued until 10 p.m., until all the dried meat was wrapped up.

There was still no sound coming from the walkie-talkie.

"It seems the other team is having a frank conversation, and hopefully they can exchange ideas fully."

Gu Lang stretched and picked up the drone control handle.

He turned on the screen and carefully examined the video he had filmed earlier.

Zooming in, the offshore oilfield facilities are divided into four modules.

These are oil production platforms, processing platforms, living quarters platforms, and floating production storage and offloading vessels.

All of them are connected by piers, making it look like a steel town floating on the sea.

There are two helipads, located on the top deck of the processing platform and the living platform, respectively.

Zooming in, you can also see that the generator room is located on the upper level of the processing platform.

There are also several huge oil storage tanks nearby.

However, no exhaust gas was seen being emitted from the exhaust vent; on the contrary, the oil production facility was still in operation.

"That's strange. The undersea cable is definitely out of power now, so how are they keeping the platform running?"

Gu Lang fell into deep thought.

Just then, a sound came from outside the ship.

"Here I am." Gu Lang got up and went outside.

I saw a mineral water bottle hanging down with a fishing line, tapping on the stern deck.

After removing the bottle, you can vaguely see someone packing up their fishing rod on the platform above.

Inside the bottle was a note that read, "Switch to channel 8."

Gu Lang understood what the other party meant and picked up the walkie-talkie.

In China, public walkie-talkies have 20 preset public channels.

These channels do not require a radio license, and anyone can use a designated walkie-talkie to make calls on these channels.

The power is limited to below 0.5W, and the effective distance is usually only a few hundred meters to about 1 kilometer.

Gu Lang pressed the "FUNCTION" button on the walkie-talkie, and then pressed the "▲" button seven times in a row.

The number on the walkie-talkie's small screen changed to "8".

"Hello, who is this?"

Gu Lang pressed the call button and asked quietly.

"You have a gun?"

This was a sound that hadn't been heard during the day; a fourth person had appeared on the platform.

"Yes, I have."

I don't believe it.

"Wait."

Gu Lang took out his revolver, pressed the unlock lever, and retrieved the six bullets inside.

Then I pressed the call button and let the other person hear the spinning sound of the cylinder.

Then, with one hand closed, he pulled the trigger.

The trigger pulled the hammer, producing a crisp striking sound.

"Did you hear me clearly?"

"I heard you, you weren't lying."

"Now you can reveal your identity, right?"

"You don't need to know who I am; it doesn't affect our cooperation."

"Oh? Really? When did I agree to cooperate?"

There was silence on the walkie-talkie, then after a while, noises came from the deck again.

This time, the other party used a rope to lower down a small oil drum.

"Please accept this small gift as a token of our meeting."

Thank you.

Gu Lang opened the oil drum, and a smell of diesel fuel wafted out.

After pumping out the oil and checking it to confirm that there were no problems,

Without hesitation, he poured all 20 liters of oil into the yacht's fuel tank.

Then, he rummaged through the categorized trash cans in the living room and found several boxes of traditional Chinese medicine.

These things have been with him almost the entire time since the disaster.

I've been reluctant to throw it away, but it's also unsettling to look at.

Finally, I stuffed it into the hazardous waste bin, out of sight, out of mind.

Now we finally have the chance to send it out.

He tied the medicine to the oil drum with a plastic bag, pulled the rope, and the oil drum slowly rose up.

"What is this?"

"They're all good medicines, cures all diseases."

"What I fucking want is a gun!"

"Dream on! This little bit of oil isn't enough to buy a new gun!"

"I'd be happy to have even just one bullet."

"Then it depends on your sincerity."

"Someone's here, I'm leaving now, I'll contact you later."

Not long after, another beverage bottle smashed onto the deck.

"I am Zhou Lei, and my level is 6."

After reading the contents of the note aloud, Gu Lang picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Hello, is this Engineer Zhou?"

"Are the handguns listed on your inventory genuine?"

Helpless, Gu Lang performed another trick: a bulletless version of the Russian roulette game.

He casually let Zhou Lei listen to the sound of a bullet rolling and sliding on the table.

"Are you really willing to take out the gun in exchange?"

"Why would I lie to you? This gun can only be used against normal people."

Fighting the Berserker is useless; I just want to exchange it for more items.

"I have much more powerful weapons. Otherwise, where do you think the bear meat on the list came from?"

Upon hearing this, the other party remained silent for a few seconds.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

After a while, another 20-liter oil drum was lowered down.

Gu Lang skillfully poured diesel fuel into the fuel tank, and then tied a few boxes of medicine to the barrel.

"What is this?"

"These are all good medicines, but they're very expensive."

"Oh, thank you. What about the gun?"

"The gun is priced separately."

A sly smile crept across Gu Lang's lips.