Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

Footage transmitted back by the drone shows that the tanker remains in the same state as before it left.

The heavy oil pollution dumped on the sea a few days ago has already spread considerably.

It turned into a long strip that surrounded the oil tanker, forming a circle.

Gu Lang specifically instructed Jiang Peng to smear heavy oil on the deck near the boarding ladder before leaving.

The absence of footprints or other disturbance marks on the surface of these heavy oil tanks indicates that no one boarded the ship.

Gu Lang waited until 2 p.m. before launching the drone again for reconnaissance.

A change finally occurred on the sea: three fishing boats formed a triangular formation and headed towards the oil tanker.

They maintained a distance of several hundred meters from each other, and the decks of each fishing boat were piled high with green metal oil drums.

The leading fishing boat also looked very familiar; it should be the same one Jiang Peng had been on three days ago.

Gu Lang frowned, wondering why so many people had come.

He remained vigilant, constantly monitoring the other party's movements.

He kept the drone hovering and returned to the cockpit.

The diesel engine was started, the anchor chain was retracted, and the speedboat was put into slow, standby mode.

The close-in weapon system's electro-optical fire control system is activated, the optical lens locks onto the leading fishing boat, and the laser rangefinder begins to automatically calculate the real-time distance.

When the distance reached 1,500 meters, entering the effective range of the close-in weapon system, the walkie-talkie finally crackled to life.

"Calling for a price adjustment, the two oil giants request a price adjustment. Over."

"The flower replacement project has been received, and we've entered the price adjustment window."

Hearing Jiang Peng's familiar accent again, Gu Lang finally lowered his guard.

The finger was removed from above the fire button, turning off the fire control switch.

The three boats were tied side by side with cables, one end to the other, and the people on the fishing boats began to board.

Gu Lang returned to the deck and operated the drone to fly over the oil tanker.

I counted, and there were 14 people on the boat, more than twice as many as last time.

And they were all young and middle-aged men; for some reason, Jiang Peng's father did not appear this time.

It seems that the power behind Jiang Peng is far greater than initially appeared.

The basket is constantly rotating, and empty oil drums are being continuously hoisted onto the main deck of the oil tanker.

In addition, there are various daily necessities, such as boxes of bottled water, convenience food and folding chairs.

Gu Lang retrieved the drone, sensing something was amiss.

Judging from this, Jiang Peng and his group are planning to stay on the oil tanker for an extended period.

In his view, this was not a good sign.

However, since the other party had already created a fait accompli, he couldn't say anything and could only silently stand guard and perform his duties.

At night, the scale of oil refining increased significantly.

Three thick plumes of smoke rose simultaneously from the tanker's deck.

In the drone's thermal imaging, three separate oil refining points form an isosceles triangle on the deck.

Around each point, there are several moving heat sources busily working.

Gu Lang flew a drone around the oil tanker and discovered that lights were also on in several cabins on the bridge.

However, it's not an electric light; it looks like an old-fashioned kerosene lamp.

Gu Lang retrieved the drone without saying anything more.

The larger the scale, the faster the oil refining, and the sooner he can fill the tank.

As for Jiang Peng's desire to develop the oil tanker into a maritime outpost, that's his business.

On the morning of the 18th, just as dawn was breaking, the walkie-talkie crackled to life, and Jiang Peng called for a speedboat to come and refuel.

Gu Lang did not immediately set sail, but instead used a drone to conduct reconnaissance again.

They found that most people were dragging their tired bodies into the bridge.

Gu Lang guessed that the group had cleared out some cabins last night as places to rest.

He then put on his bulletproof vest, fastened his bulletproof helmet, and checked the rifle magazine.

After loading the bullet and disengaging the safety, he slung the gun over his back.

After being fully armed and equipped, the engine was started, the speed was reduced to ten knots, and the ship slowly approached the tanker.

The speedboat's stern was aligned with the bow of the leading fishing boat, and it stopped after reversing a few meters.

The bow of the boat is facing the open sea, ready to accelerate and leave at any time.

Gu Lang slowly raised the hangar lift door, watching the flight deck warily.

At this moment, Jiang Peng had already carried a plank from the other end of the fishing boat over and had just boarded the speedboat.

He skillfully directed the remaining personnel on the oil tanker to lower the plastic hose.

Open the valve on the speedboat's refueling port and insert the hose.

Diesel fuel flowed down the hose, making a gurgling sound as the liquid level rose.

After finishing all that, Jiang Peng walked towards Gu Lang with a big smile on his face.

He reeked of petroleum, his eyes were bloodshot, but he was very excited.

Gu Lang noticed that he was still wearing that blue uniform, and the BSR logo on his right arm was mostly covered in oil stains.

When Jiang Peng saw Gu Lang fully armed, he was stunned for a few seconds.

He then smiled again and tried to go forward to hug Gu Lang.

The posture he adopted was completely different from the reserved demeanor he displayed at the lighthouse pier a few days earlier.

"Hey bro, what are you doing? Ouch..."

Gu Lang raised his hand, signaling the other party to take a few steps back.

He then pointed to the three plumes of smoke on the tanker deck that hadn't completely dissipated.

"The oil refining operation is making too much noise; we still need to pay attention to safety."

With so many new people arriving, can you manage them all? I see that many of them have absolutely no fire safety awareness.

If an oil and gas explosion occurs during the oil refining process, everyone will be blown into the air.

Gu Lang didn't bother to say much more about other aspects; he only hoped that the tanker wouldn't be accidentally set on fire before he filled up the tanker and left.

"It's alright! These people are all my relatives and family members."

Before, it was either nuclear bombs or berserkers.

We've weathered this storm together; they're absolutely loyal and reliable.

The tanker deck is so big, whether you refine it in one place or three places, it's all the same.

It's even more efficient, so don't worry about it.

"With me here, you'll have plenty of diesel!"

Then, Jiang Peng turned around and shouted at the fishing boat.

"Little Mimi! Come here!"

Before he finished speaking, a pretty girl who looked to be in her early twenties walked out of the cabin.

She was wearing a clean, low-cut dress that seemed out of place with her surroundings, and carrying two canvas bags.

Before Gu Lang could react, she jogged up the gangplank that was placed between the speedboat and the fishing boat.

The girl sped up and ran straight to the two of them. As soon as she put her things down, she stumbled and fell into Gu Lang's arms.

"Oh dear, I'm seasick and couldn't stand properly. Soldier, you won't be mad at me, will you?"

She took the opportunity to reach out and hug Gu Lang's left arm, rubbing it against her chest, and tilting her head up to reveal a flattering smile.

Gu Lang abruptly pulled his arm back, took two steps back, and barely suppressed the urge to draw his gun.

The girl stumbled, her smile instantly freezing, her alluring eyes darting back and forth between Gu Lang and Jiang Peng.

"Brother Song, even if you don't like it, there's no need to do this, is there?"

This is my distant cousin; we're all family.

It must be so hard for you to live alone on a warship.

They had to stand guard and be ready to fight at any time, but no one washed their clothes or cooked their meals.

That's why I brought her here specifically to take care of your daily life; I just want her to be your "life secretary."

It's not for any other reason than for everyone's safety.

If we exhaust you, who will protect you?