Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Chapter 348: Understanding the Situation

"What's your name?" If the wine in his hand was not from the bar, handing it to the bartender would have been a bit like offering a favor to someone else. In addition, Fang Qingyun did not have the habit of smoking, otherwise he would have at least handed the bartender a cigarette and a glass of wine. For the dwarf who did not know the strength of this team, this time it was basically a dead end.

"…Just call me Old Vulture." The bartender and Fang Qingyun bumped fists. Fang Qingyun guessed that his name should come from the pair of legs that looked like the mechanical prosthetic limbs of the Power Boy. The pair of mechanical feet were in a cross shape and firmly grasped the ground. It was conceivable what the scene would be like if this pair of mechanical feet that were powerful enough to crush bones stepped on those tricky insects.

Fang Qingyun watched the bartender return to his room. In less than five minutes, the old vulture was dressed up. The scout armor on him should be the MK5 type, only because of its iconic metallic armor plates arranged near the chest like ribs, Fang Qingyun didn't know what was inside. According to the funny description in Deep Rock Galaxy, it might be extra rations - sandwiches.

Old Vulture is obviously an old scout. He is holding a plasma carbine in his hand. Because the bullets it fires are bright purple balls, Fang Qingyun calls this thing a bubble gun. Compared with a rifle, this thing has more bullets and stronger firepower, which can make up for the shortcomings of the scout's firepower. Although it requires a certain degree of prediction when hitting distant targets, its killing speed for close targets is stronger than that of the GK2 assault rifle and the M1000 rifle.

In fact, what interests Fang Qingyun the most is the battery on it. One battery can provide the energy needed for a gun to fire nearly a thousand plasma bullets. In the game, there is no need to change bullets, but it will overheat. This is a novel thing for Fang Qingyun who plans to advance into beam weapons.

Fang Qingyun didn't see the old vulture's secondary weapon, and didn't know where the old guy hid it. But he did have a few freezing grenades on his belt. Only one of these freezing grenades was enough to freeze the royal guard insects into a state where they could not move. The impact and delayed fuse made this kind of grenade harmful to both others and oneself if not handled with care. But Fang Qingyun still liked this kind of grenade because it was the most useful of the three types of grenades used by scouts.

The old vulture, who had been packed up, looked ready to fight. He asked Fang Qingyun, "What do you mean by command authority? I will obey your orders."

Fang Qingyun hesitated for a moment: "Well, we listen to you when we are on the road, and you listen to me when we are fighting."

"Why make it so complicated?" The old vulture monk Shakuji was puzzled: "What if a small number of tricky insects appear? Should they listen to me or you? I might as well just listen to you."

"Okay, navigation is your job anyway. You are an expert in this area, so we will listen to you." Fang Qingyun simply agreed. After all, the old vulture didn't know the combat effectiveness of Fang Qingyun and his men. If he misjudged and walked two more miles, that would be fatal. "We are not good at search and rescue. We usually do insecticide work..."

"Just you? An insect killer without weapons?" The old vulture looked at Fang Qingyun and his group with suspicion. They were empty-handed, and there was even a little girl holding a knife. He couldn't help but frown, thinking Fang Qingyun's words were bragging. He showed care to these novices in his own way without any hesitation: "Do you think this is an outing? There is only one way to chat with those bloodthirsty insects, and that is with blood and fire. Otherwise, they will use their limbs to string you together and tear you to pieces..."

Fang Qingyun shrugged his shoulders and took out the "Hail" assault rifle from the blind spot of the old vulture. He pulled the bolt handle to eject the bullet in the chamber. The medium-caliber bullets of humans were considered very large for dwarves. The "small-caliber ammunition" of the dwarves could fight back and forth with the insects. If Fang Qingyun took out the Dead Skull, there would probably be corpses everywhere. He caught the ejected bullet in his palm and spread it out for the old vulture to see.

The old vulture swallowed the rest of the words. The fact that he could wield a gun of this caliber meant that he was not an ordinary dwarf. He tentatively acknowledged Fang Qingyun's strength: "Okay, but we are not going down to the mine right away. We are going to take the transport boat to the 169th space drilling platform. Be careful to eject the bullets from the gun chamber and don't cause any malfunctions to the transport boat. No one can save you in the vast space."

Fang Qingyun indeed took these words to heart. He turned on the safety of the gun in his hand to prevent it from accidentally firing. He also didn't want the transport boat to be knocked off track by an accidental firing, causing everyone to become Kaz floating in space.

The old vulture glanced at Kikuchiyo and said, "What about her? What can this little girl do? Bring a knife to show off to those bugs?"

Kikuchiyo suddenly had the illusion that she was being called out by the teacher. Although she was engaged in the Yakuza, she was a serious young lady in the noble girls' school of Meisheng, and she had been educated. Facing the old vulture's gaze, Kikuchiyo showed the knife on her waist and the "old thing" submachine gun in her other hand.

"Don't underestimate her. If she gets serious, the knife in her hand can cut the several tons of the Royal Guard Bug into sushi." Fang Qingyun has never dared to underestimate Kikuchiyo. Kikuchiyo was a ruthless person who could chop bullets with a knife after being strengthened to a certain extent in the original world. Now that she has obtained Fang Qingyun's power, let alone the Royal Guard Bug, even the Tyrant is not much more powerful than Durian in front of her.

Forget it, just take the knife... The old vulture sighed inwardly, maybe this knife is like the pickaxe commonly used by dwarves, and it is also a version with special power... As for the submachine gun in the other hand, it is better than nothing, as long as it doesn't hit its own people.

The old vulture passed by Kikuchiyo and fixed his eyes on Yulis. At this moment, he was a little bit unbelievable: "What about this? Why are you bringing children to the battlefield?"

Fang Qingyun's cheeks puffed up and he almost laughed out loud. The child you think is 20 centimeters taller than you, and this child is probably old enough to be your grandmother. Don't look at her empty hands. In fact, if she really gets angry, Fang Qingyun will have a hard time holding her down...

"Um... let me mention that I'm over four figures old," Yulis said in a mature tone. Although her tender face made this statement seem unconvincing, it was indeed the truth: "And I'm also a professional medic and animal trainer. Even if you throw me into a swarm of tricky insects, I can easily deal with them. I only need a little bit of pheromone..."

Yulis once again showed the creepy smile that Fang Qingyun was familiar with, the same expression she had when she called him "little white mouse" when they first met, but this time there was no temptation in her expression, only threat.

"Okay, then what about this one?" The old vulture pointed at the rookie wearing a helmet and said, "Put your belly back. You look so fat. You're just like those good-for-nothings in the management."

"He, he is a relative of a missing person... You can't stop him," Fang Qingyun explained for the rookie. Maybe it was because the old vulture was too imposing, the rookie was so scared that he straightened his chest and tightened his stomach. As a result, because of his big movements, the helmet on his head covered his eyes, which looked ridiculous. "This guy is a lucky star. He has been working in the mine for so long without being injured, and he is unexpectedly reliable at the critical moment."

As for luck, it is better to believe in it than not to believe in it. The old vulture nodded and said in a complicated tone that was not sure whether to praise or sarcastically: "It seems that all of you are good at it."

Fang Qingyun shrugged and joked: "Now all we need is an old scout who can help with navigation, is a chatterbox, but has good skills."

"Okay, I'll do it with you guys." The old vulture nodded and said, "Follow me, the transport boat loaded with cargo is about to leave. If you miss this one, the next one will be a long way off."

Fang Qingyun nodded, and led his men to follow behind the old vulture. The winding passage was like a rat hole, and Fang Qingyun had to bend over and follow behind the old vulture. Now he could imagine how tragic it would be to sit in the airdrop capsule. With his height, half of his legs would have to be kicked out of the dwarf's seat. Fortunately, the airdrop capsule allowed people to sit in a row instead of face to face, otherwise Fang Qingyun's legs would have kicked the face of the person opposite him...

"Okay, we're here." The old vulture finally caught up with the transport boat after hurrying. The ground under his iron feet made a thumping sound, and the sound of metal hitting metal could be heard from a long distance. He stood in front of the transport boat thinking about something, and suddenly turned around as if he had figured something out: "Wait, I just figured it out. You guys are not always killing insects, so you don't know how dangerous Hawks is?"

Fang Qingyun and Kikuchiyo exchanged a glance. After a brief exchange in the hell network, Fang Qingyun turned his head in the narrow space, found a comfortable angle, and made up a story based on the situation in the game: "The biggest danger we are facing... um, running out of bullets and fighting hand-to-hand? The stupid scout didn't turn on the light, and everyone fell into the pit?"

Kikuchiyo, who had played games before, quickly realized the mistakes she had made in the past and said, "There were also sneak attacks from friendly forces... When I was carrying a machine gun, friendly forces came up to block the line of fire?"

"Well, I really have some doubts about your fighting ability now." The old vulture sighed: "These are all simple coordination issues. If you can't figure this out, how can you survive the insect swarm?"

"Maybe it's because we are all strong in combat?" Fang Qingyun patted the "Hail" hanging on his shoulder but hanging down to his crotch: "After all, being hit by this thing is not an easy thing."

"Okay, I'll teach you a little bit anyway. Don't be naughty and don't touch things you don't recognize. Last time, a gunman didn't listen and he got slapped into a swarming beetle's nest and nearly lost two fingers." The old vulture urgently gave everyone a lesson: "Just listen to me, I will never hurt you."

"So how about you still be the commander?" Fang Qingyun wanted to hand over the responsibility of leadership. An experienced old miner was absolutely trustworthy. Everyone's lives were tied together, so naturally there would be no internal strife.

"Go to hell!" The old vulture cursed. He had gone down the mine with a group of old friends, but the result was not as friendly as he had imagined.

He was the commander that time. When the door back to the space drilling platform was opened, the old vulture, covered in blood, climbed back to the drilling platform alone. In addition to him, there were two blade bugs clinging to his broken legs, and nothing else...

Chapter 349: Wandering on the Moon

Fang Qingyun quickly boarded the transport craft. Although it was called a transport craft, it was actually a special landing capsule with a roof. Its main function was to transport items between space and to carry a few people. However, the space inside was already crowded for dwarves, and it became even more crowded after Fang Qingyun entered. He had to push the boxes next to him with one hand to prevent the boxes from falling on him due to the simulated gravity operating when the transport craft drifted in space.

"What's usually in these boxes?" Fang Qingyun patted the boxes next to him. These boxes were not light in weight. Fang Qingyun didn't want to deform the shape of the transport cabin due to his huge strength. He also wanted to leave enough space for Kikuchiyo, so he could only sit in a rather twisted posture.

"What else could it be?" The old vulture almost closed his eyes and listed them all: "Damn disgusting liquid food, bland distilled water that can only be used to make wine, a small amount of weapon repair tools and accessories, a large amount of ammunition and a small amount of wine-making materials. These are the same five things... Nothing can change at all."

More than 3,000 boxes of goods were divided among 250 space drilling platforms, with each drilling platform receiving no more than 10 boxes of supplies, including brewing materials, precious drinking water, food, and weapons and ammunition. This batch of goods was estimated to be enough for a four-person team for a few days, and might not last a week. It can only be said that the team was extremely stingy.

As for emergency supplies and the like, each space rig has a small hospital for four people, and the medical Bosco is responsible for diagnosis. Generally speaking, the immunity of these dwarves is fine, and once the medical Bosco is needed, the injuries will be serious, such as broken hands or feet. Thanks to the high casualty rate, these medical supplies are still sufficient. After all, there was a situation where three teams went down from a space rig and no one survived. In the end, the medical supplies were not used, so there were still sufficient supplies.

The old vulture's explanation gave Fang Qingyun a chance to kill time, but there was no way to increase the space in the transport cabin. He felt that his waist was about to be broken. Tilting his spine and holding up the pagoda-holding Heavenly King with one hand caused a serious "traffic accident" between his muscles. Although the rookie had already sat in Yulis's arms, Fang Qingyun was still squeezed.

"You're so big, you can just lie on this girl's lap! What? Are you afraid that her knife will cut your face?" The old vulture looked very disappointed. He stared at the box that seemed to be tilted and muttered: "It's not right... These boxes should be stacked properly..."

"Maybe there are too many things stuffed in there?" Fang Qingyun didn't take the old vulture's grumbling seriously. At this moment, he also figured it out. Why was he still so restrained after confirming his relationship with Kikuchiyo? He confidently lay on Kikuchiyo's thigh, with his cheek touching the rookie's round belly. He even put his hand on Kikuchiyo's leg while lying on his side. Although he could only touch the rough frosted surface of the diamond-shaped light armor, he still praised Kikuchiyo's legs.

Yulis next to her had an expression of watching a good show, because Kikuchiyo's whole body was as stiff as if she had been electrocuted, and her face was so red that it could ignite white phosphorus... Tsk, tsk, tsk, is this the "lust" between humans? Interesting.

It is normal for clumsy guys to cram neatly packed things in like a train carriage. Some people even use brute force to force the things in, which results in the things getting stuck in there and unable to be taken out. This situation is not uncommon and is common in various small shops and couriers' carts.

"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible..." The old vulture shook his head. "The dimensions are all measured. As long as this type of box is placed, it must fit perfectly in place, just like a zipper, one by one... No, there must be something wrong!"

"No matter how problematic it is, we have to get off the transport boat to check." Fang Qingyun held one hand high as a fulcrum to prevent the box from sliding down: "It's as crowded as a can of sardines in here... We can't even get out of the way, let alone check them one by one."

"It's never too much to use any means to be wary of those guys in management," the old vulture spat angrily. It seemed that if there was no place to get up, he would come and check the box himself. This distrust of management was almost completely opposite to the content in the game, making Fang Qingyun feel as if he was living in a dream.

All we can say is that each world has its own market conditions... After all, in reality, after a dwarf is defeated by a bug, it is impossible for him to wait for others to help him up. Just think of it as the difference between reality and games. Anyway, such a people-friendly management only exists in Utopia. Once the two sides have disputes and conflicts of interest, they will eventually fall into an irreversible confrontation.

"Tell us about the management." Fang Qingyun still had a glimmer of fantasy. He made up a lie and tried to get more information from the old vulture. "Before I left, I remember that although the management had some conflicts with the miners, it didn't seem to be to this extent. They were probably just complaining. How come after I left for such a while, these managers have become garbage sucking blood from the miners?"

"Then your 'that period of time' might be a bit long." The old vulture's attention was diverted by Fang Qingyun, and he was no longer so bothered by the misplaced boxes. "In fact, to put it bluntly, something happened to the group at the beginning. It was said to be a problem of tax evasion. I don't think it's likely. How can tax evasion be settled with a large sum of money without even the legal representative being arrested?"

"So?" Fang Qingyun waited for the old vulture's next words.

"The group used the retirement funds of old employees to get through the difficult times. Old employees also expressed their willingness to help the group fight on for a while longer. Delaying retirement is considered a contribution to this big family," continued the old vulture.

"It seems that the group was relatively united at that time." Fang Qingyun guessed that what would happen next would be a drama of the two sides turning against each other. In the final analysis, it was all about profit.

"Then... Although some miners had worried about this issue before, fearing that the group would go back on its word, in the end, that guy really guessed it. He reduced the pensions and bought personal accident insurance for the miners who were originally well-equipped, which successfully helped the group get through that difficult period." The old vulture said indignantly: "No one would be dissatisfied with those who earn less, so the group continued like this, and the pensions became less and less, and there were even cases of deductions..."

"That's not right... Can't so many precious minerals be exchanged for a good price?" Fang Qingyun was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, the entire **s star is a mining area contracted by the group. Some minerals in this area, such as green umma stone and other special minerals, should sell well. If there are a lot of profits, they would not use such a way that harms others and does not benefit themselves to make money, right?

"Isn't there a competitor recently? He uses all kinds of turrets and machinery to mine. So our manual mining can't compete with them, so naturally the profit will go down..." The old vulture put his face on his bubble gun: "I don't care about those things. The company's problems are the company's. What does it have to do with me? If you hire me, you have to pay a commission. I want to get back my pension, not a penny less!"

"So you formed a workers' union in the bar?" Fang Qingyun recalled the bar that was full of disabled people. It would be better to call it a disabled committee rather than a workers' union. They didn't seem to be working together to regain the fruits of their labor, but rather to lick their wounds together.

"Workers' union? It's not really a workers' union." The old vulture had a very gloomy expression, and it was unclear whether he was mocking himself or others. "After all, we are just a group of old miners who keep each other together for warmth. Those new miners look down on us and think that we are not capable of making a fortune from the gold mine of **s star. They don't know that the original saying 'dig until your hands are tired and make a fortune' no longer exists..."

"Then how did this group recruit people?" This time it was Kikuchiyo who started asking questions. Apparently she had just been listening to the conversation between Fang Qingyun and Old Vulture. The Dongyun faction she led had similar problems. When they heard that it was an anti-Ya organization, no one was willing to join. Except for the brothers who were destroyed by Ya Zongyi at the beginning, there was basically no serious large-scale recruitment. Moreover, a considerable number of those who were destroyed were guys with ulterior motives...

"As long as there is enough money, nothing is impossible." The old vulture shook his head and said something quite counterintuitive: "As long as there is official endorsement and the threshold for entry into the group is appropriately raised... hey, young people who want to get rich will rush in in waves and become the next victims of this flesh and blood factory. Most of them can only complete one task, and after completing it they will be disabled or die. But the mineral mule, Morin, is fine. At most, we can send a team of people to search and rescue him when the time comes."

These words shocked Kikuchiyo greatly. To Kikuchiyo, who was deeply influenced by Fang Qingyun, it was irrational to treat people as disposable. Apart from anything else, Fang Qingyun had so many combat zombie infantry such as the Death Commandos under his command, and he would still recycle their souls and recreate their bodies for secondary use. How could he just waste living people like this?

"Why don't we help him?" Kiku Chiyo looked at Fang Qingyun. Fang Qingyun understood what Kiku Chiyo meant. To put it bluntly, these dwarf miners were all helpers worth winning over. This command drilling platform had a batch of them, and there should be corresponding other command drilling platforms as well. If the dwarves who died in various corners of the **s star were counted, Fang Qingyun could recruit at least 100,000 zombie dwarves.

For hell, which has no concept of consumption, it only needs to satisfy the zombie dwarves' demands for food, drink, defecation, urination, leisure and entertainment, and these oppressed and simple workers will consciously devote themselves to work, just like the Americans after the great economic crisis in 1929.

"You can't help us, little girl." The old vulture stood up with the help of his gun. His mechanical legs did not go numb. "Let's go, we're here."

Maybe Kikuchiyo doesn't have that ability, but Fang Qingyun does. He nodded to Kikuchiyo, indicating that he agreed.

Chapter 350: Twelve Minutes of Crisis

The transport boat quickly docked with space drilling platform No. 169. Through the simple window of the transport boat, Fang Qingyun could see the entire picture of the space drilling platform. It was similar to what he saw when the game entered the loading page in his previous life. It was as if a drilling platform on the planet was moved into space, except that a layer of dense metal was attached to the outside as a seal to prevent internal members from being torn apart by the vacuum.

The outer shell between brick red and orange makes the space drilling platform look extremely domineering. Although the space drilling platform is only the lowest node of the Deep Rock Galaxy Group, it does not mean that the space drilling platform is a small guy. Although it only accommodates four dwarves and some Bosco robots, in terms of the size of the space station, this should be the second largest space station Fang Qingyun has ever seen.

The largest one is the command drilling platform. The size of the space drilling platform is even larger than the space stations seen in the previous life. It can only be said that interstellar civilization is interstellar civilization, and the technologies that slip through its fingers are more than the development of some civilizations in their entire lifetime.

But hell will also develop into an interstellar civilization. Fang Qingyun is very confident about this. With endless mineral resources, unlimited manpower, and infinite wisdom, sooner or later, his time travel will become launching a satellite into the sky as eyes, and then bringing an endless army of zombies to push forward.

In a sense, he has become someone he doesn't like. There is nothing he can do about it. Although the instinct for farming is ingrained in his genes, in the current situation where there are not enough people to farm, all he can do is to pick up the "garbage" that others have discarded in a relatively... gentle way.

This situation will always exist. After all, you can't imagine that some people will do things that destroy the Great Wall after they have money. What Fang Qingyun did was to bring a large group of people to collect the destroyed bricks of the Great Wall at a relatively low price and build his own Great Wall.

The small door of the transport boat opened, and the old vulture took the lead and squeezed out using his height advantage. Fang Qingyun followed closely behind. When passing through the narrow passage, he felt his ribs tightening and twitching, otherwise he would not have been able to squeeze out. He touched the transport boat with a hole in it, hoping that it was a disposable item.

"Human?" Dr. Blowhole, who came to greet him, was full of astonishment. Fang Qingyun didn't know how to see astonishment on a dolphin's face. He stared at Fang Qingyun and looked around, then put his fin on his head: "It's too fierce. I'd better go back to the pool and soak in it for a while..."

So Dr. Blowhole didn't even look at Fang Qingyun when he was talking? Fang Qingyun was about to reach out to stop Dr. Blowhole, but found that he had already floated away with his anti-gravity device... He looked like a flying bench. Fang Qingyun's eyes paused at Dr. Blowhole's bitten tail fin, and then stayed on Dr. Blowhole's tired face for a while, and fell silent. If you survive here, you will lose some parts more or less. So what about the boss and the others? Fang Qingyun had a bad premonition in his heart, but he couldn't show it in front of the rookie.

The facilities of the space drilling platform are similar to those in the previous life's game. Fang Qingyun entered from the direction of the four dwarfs' lounge. Directly opposite is the holographic sandbox, where one can check where to go next. On the left is the modification table for adjusting equipment. A considerable part of the modifications are done by Bosco, otherwise the dwarves would not even have time to rest.

Perhaps because the four dwarves had already taken the boss and the other three to the mine, the modification table was cleaned up tidy, with only a small Bosco robot floating on it, which saluted after seeing Fang Qingyun.

The Bosco robot is not in human form as some people think, but has a rather bizarre shape. Its main body is a square intelligent brain, which is like a large square iron box with Bosco's single eye on it. This iron box is Bosco's processing core, and its ample memory allows it to download various skills at high speed, thus saving the dwarves' precious manpower.

Its shape is roughly similar to the shape of a hand made into a scissors shape, with the two extended fingers bent... Under its square intelligent brain are two mechanical claws connected like human legs, which can help with mining and reconnaissance. Of course, this does not mean that their fighting method is mechanical claws. The square intelligent brain can be opened to the left and right, and two small guns are stored inside for self-defense only, which can fire a kind of tiny needle ammunition with electric shock effect.

When a player goes down to the mines alone in the game, the management will let the player carry an omnipotent Bosco. Bosco can do anything through the gravity core, whether it is fighting monsters or digging ores. Even some scouts with poor reconnaissance ability are nicknamed "Little Bosco".

"Give us a brief introduction of the situation first." Fang Qingyun walked decisively and quickly to the holographic sand table in the middle of the hall. Dr. Blowhole popped his head out of the bathtub, and the breathing hole on the top of his head sprayed out a column of water like a blue whale.

"There's nothing much to say. Boss, the others are going to the salt pit. I've already got the exact coordinates. Just look at the coordinates and go down to find it." Dr. Blowhole said and sank into the water. Now he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of his skin being moisturized by liquid. As for the difficult task of saving people, it was really difficult for a dolphin like him who had to replenish water every half an hour.

"I think you'd better come with us." Fang Qingyun hung the armed belt on himself: "You'd better take your research and leave immediately. Your answer at that time exposed you to the vision of those managers. If you don't want to disappear passively, you'd better come with us."

"...... Humph." Dr. Blowhole shook his head, not sure if he was refusing or just feeling bored. Although he knew the management inside out, he was already in a state of giving up at the moment: "I'm completely exhausted. Even if you tell me there's a bomb on this space station, I won't leave..."

Before Dr. Blowhole finished his words, the old vulture's cry as if he saw his own leg rang out in the transport cabin. He was originally the first one to come out, but after everyone else came out, he went in again to transport ammunition, intending to arrange it for himself, the only one who needed dwarf-caliber ammunition first. As a result, he discovered a big secret.

He first spoke a long paragraph of dwarven slang, his excitement evident in his words, and finally shouted: "Evacuate quickly! Take away everything you can! The damn management loaded a time bomb when they loaded the cargo!"

Fang Qingyun moved as nimbly as a mouse digging a hole. With a push of his hands, he pushed himself into the transport cabin. Inside was a square piece of green explosive. It looked like the kind of sticky explosive that drillers use to blast mountains. The dwarfs knocked down by this kind of explosive could circle the Hawks planet. What was slightly different from the drillers' explosives was that there was an extra countdown on it, and there were only ten minutes left before the explosion.

"Is this true? Are you kidding me?" Dr. Blowhole relied on his gravity generator to fly in the air and drilled in through the entrance of the transport boat like a dolphin drilling through a hoop. Fang Qingyun could feel the weight of Dr. Blowhole on his back. He originally wanted to ask Dr. Blowhole if he had any solution, but Dr. Blowhole's reaction was even greater than that of the old vulture.

"Damn! This is still 875!" After seeing the shape of the bomb clearly, Dr. Blowhole turned around and flew towards the control console at high speed. He pressed the big red button with one fin. In an instant, all the Boscos cut off the connecting tubes behind them. Originally, these tubes were used to facilitate the Boscos to perform injections and cocktails, but obviously once the bomb exploded, the entire space station would be in trouble. It would be better to take these Boscos to Hawks Planet.

That's right, Dr. Blowhole planned to go with Fang Qingyun. He deeply understood the feeling of being on edge when others wanted you dead. He also didn't want to be blown into a vacuum environment and die suddenly while he was sleeping one day.

"Why not just throw the bomb away?" Fang Qingyun didn't understand why these old vultures and the blowholes reacted so strongly. Could it be that the entire space drilling platform didn't even have a place to dump garbage? Send the bomb directly into the vacuum and blow up whoever you want.

"This is not ordinary explosives." The old vulture slapped Fang Qingyun's hand, which looked indifferent and even intended to touch it. "This is 875, the most powerful kind of explosives. In addition to its great power, it has another characteristic, which is that it is extremely unstable. A slight collision will detonate it... When it is thrown into the garbage outlet and the door is closed, the sudden change in pressure may cause it to explode. The power is enough to open a skylight in the entire space drilling platform!"

"Then don't we have something like an ammunition compartment?" Fang Qingyun gestured. He remembered that in the game he could spend 80 saltpeter to summon an ammunition compartment that replenished 50% of the ammunition and health of four people. Wouldn't it be possible to load that thing with explosives and fire it out?

"Those are things from eight hundred years ago. Later, in order to save costs, the ammunition was taken down with the airborne capsule. The airborne capsule only went down once. If it was occupied by bugs, you would have to clean it up yourself.

...It was just like that last time." The old vulture didn't understand why Fang Qingyun would ask such a question that was obviously wrong in common sense.

"If it doesn't leave, can't we leave?" Fang Qingyun thought from another angle: "Can't we go to another space drilling platform?"

"There is only one receiving port. If you want to go to other space drilling platforms, you must discharge this transport boat. And the transport boat needs someone to operate it from inside to detach. Who do you think would be the unlucky one who disappears into the universe with the bomb?" The old vulture refuted Fang Qingyun's statement: "You have time to argue with me now, why not do more practical things?"

Fang Qingyun turned around and ran without hesitation. The old vulture was confused by Fang Qingyun's decisiveness. He asked without reacting, "Where are you going?"

"Don't you want to pack up some things to survive on Hawks Planet? Why are you still in a daze? Come and help me!" Fang Qingyun picked up two boxes of ammunition and ran towards the airdrop capsule. Although he couldn't use them, Old Vulture could, and they would depend on these to survive from now on.

Chapter 351: Emergency Landing

Seeing that someone had already moved the things, Old Vulture was about to control the landing point of the airdrop capsule, but he found that this task had already been done by Dr. Blowhole. At this moment, Blowhole was so panicked that he wished he had two more arms. While locating the coordinates and depth of the airdrop capsule, he shouted loudly to his Bosco, asking them to give him a large container that could hold water.

Bosco tilted his head, trying to understand the meaning of the blowhole. Two of them looked at each other and scratched their shells with their metal claws. For a moment, they felt like "two subordinates looking at each other in confusion, not knowing what their boss is thinking."

Soon everyone had moved their things, and when there were still two minutes left on the bomb countdown, Fang Qingyun saw that there was nothing left to take, so he quickly jumped into the backstage of the bar, picked up the precious buckets of drinking water and wine barrels and ran. Although he had brought a water purifier, he might not be able to find a suitable water source down there. Anyway, they couldn't go back to the space drilling platform this time, so the space in the airborne capsule used to store ore could also hold more things.

"Hurry up, there is no time left, we will give the mission briefing on the way!" The old vulture waved to Fang Qingyun, who rushed into the airdrop capsule like the wind, and then closed the iron mesh insect-proof door of the airdrop capsule at the last minute. Then the large gate closed slowly like a giant's clenched jaws, and the emergency lights came on, illuminating the few people huddled together in the manned area.

Originally there were only four seats in the drop capsule, but now six people and a large number of Boscos came in. These Boscos floated on the top in an orderly manner, holding the top handrails like well-behaved passengers. Fang Qingyun saw many Boscos responsible for logistics work. Various symbols of doctors and bartenders were engraved on their heads, but now they were fully armed. Instead of letting these Boscos and the space drilling platform perish together, it would be better to let these Boscos do some coordination and reconnaissance work, which would only waste some electricity. They might all settle on **s next...

"I've never fought such a rich war." The old vulture turned on the safety of his gun to avoid accidental discharge. He shook his head and sneered, "Oh, I never thought that those managers would play such a shady trick... It's great that they sent the explosives. They actually resorted to such a big move to deal with a semi-retired person like me..."

"You're overthinking this." Fang Qingyun looked quite optimistic. There was a difference between having a retreat and having no retreat. He knew that if he had nowhere to run, he could stay in hell. At this moment, the old vulture frowned, because the place they were going to this time was more than 5,000 meters deep. It was not deep, but it was definitely not that easy to climb to the surface of **s planet: "They are mainly coming for me. It seems that I, the so-called imperial envoy, don't have much power..."

"Then Miss Ximi is in danger." Kikuchiyo seemed to realize it late. Only then did she realize that the three people left on the command platform might be in danger.

"This is really beyond my expectation..." Fang Qingyun agreed with Kikuchiyo's statement. After all, he originally thought that the management belonged to a relatively weak group of businessmen, the kind that regarded compromise and taking advantage as an art. Therefore, they would remain silent before Fang Qingyun made them completely intolerable. But now, Fang Qingyun felt that he hadn't even started to exert any strength, but the other side couldn't bear it anymore: "But if a fight really breaks out, we don't know who will get hurt. Anyway, I have already given them the news."

Fang Qingyun knocked on Ximi, Juer and Katerin in the hell network: "The management has already taken action against us. They have placed bombs in the transport boat we are taking back. If you are in danger, retreat to hell."

"They don't seem to have any intention of attacking us now?" Ju'er observed the dwarves around her. Although there were a few dwarf guards watching from a distance, no strangers had sneaked into the bar to do anything to her. Even if they wanted to do something, those strangers who entered the bar fully prepared would naturally be guarded against by these dwarf miners. "What's more, I put the kitchen knife next to me, but I have to keep my tail tucked away, otherwise I'll always drag things."

Fang Qingyun knew that Ju'er was joking. If they really fought, it would definitely not be a simple fight. He listened to the noise coming from Ju'er's side and felt a little uneasy: "It seems a bit noisy over there? Is there any ****?"