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This new type of dual-base propellant burns extremely completely, leaving very little residue.

Every bullet produced is a deadly weapon capable of penetrating light armor.

The explosives production line next door was also busy.

Andy could see that Bauer was leading a group of people to make hand grenades.

They manufactured a simple fragmentation grenade made by cutting up scrap steel pipes, sealing both ends, and filling the middle with high-energy explosives.

To increase its lethality, Bauer also mixed some heavy metal particles salvaged from discarded batteries into the explosives.

After the explosion, not only was there a shockwave, but countless pieces of toxic metal flew everywhere.

Even if someone hit by the explosion doesn't die, they will suffer and die a painful death from heavy metal poisoning within a few days.

Andy highly praised this insidious design!

Of course, some encountered difficulties.

For example, the rocket launcher project that Andy had high hopes for.

XPG-200 individual rocket launcher.

This thing looks simple, but in reality, there are a lot of problems when you build it.

First, there's the rocket engine nozzle.

It requires special ceramics or alloys that can withstand high temperatures, but the problem is that the current materials in the shelter simply cannot withstand that kind of instantaneous high temperature and high pressure.

The only usable stock, high-strength shape memory alloy, was all used by Andy to manufacture cars.

Several test launches were conducted, but the rocket either flew halfway before the nozzle burned through and it flew erratically, or it exploded directly inside the launch tube.

Secondly, there's the fuse of the warhead.

Piezoelectric fuses are too delicate; even with the assistance of STC, the yield rate of hand-made ones is still less than 10%.

It often happens that the shot doesn't explode, or it explodes in your hand before you can even shoot it.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Andy had to temporarily halt the project.

"Stop all testing immediately!"

It seems that for now, sticking to guns and grenades is the most reliable approach.

However, this does not affect the leap in the overall strength of the shelter.

The shelters of today are no longer the refugee camps where people had to scavenge for a living.

It became a small warlord force with a complete light weapons production line, chemical raw material supply, and even heavy armored vehicles.

Andy stood on the high ground, watching all of this.

The sense of accomplishment from turning a pile of scrap metal into a product from scratch made his non-existent heart beat faster.

This is the joy of farming!

With raw materials and blueprints, nothing is impossible.

"Boss Andy!"

Just then, Bauer rushed over, his face showing a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"It's done! It's done!"

"What's done?" Andy asked.

“That!” Bauer pointed in the direction of the pharmaceutical workshop.

"The first batch of truly effective antibiotics, Andy Biochemical No. 1, has been successfully mass-produced!"

Andy's electronic eye lit up.

Although shelters can now start by selling other things, Andy Bio-Chemical No. 1 is the real hard currency.

With this, Andy had leverage to negotiate with the entire underworld and even the upper echelons of society.

"Go and have a look."

Chapter 27 Andy Biochemical One

Andy followed Bauer to the pharmaceutical production line.

This place was originally a purification room used to treat domestic sewage, but it has now been completely transformed.

Several constant-temperature fermentation tanks, converted from old oil storage tanks, were emitting a soft bubbling sound as the bacteria inside happily consumed the starch.

A strange aroma, a mixture of yeast and alcohol, filled the air.

At the end of the workshop was a simple filling line that had just been put into operation.

Andy walked over and picked up a freshly sealed bottle of medicine.

This is a transparent glass bottle, only the size of a thumb, made from an old ampoule recovered from the ruins and reused after being cleaned at high temperatures.

It contained a pale yellow, clear liquid, which was the officially launched "Andy Biochemical No. 1".

Andy held the bottle of medicine up to the light, and the STC vision system instantly activated, providing a detailed data report.

[Product Name: Penicillin G Sodium Solution - Modified]

[Active ingredient content: 800,000 units/ml.]

Impurity content: <1.5%.

[Pyrogen reaction: Negative.]

Production cost: 5.0 standard starch units.

Looking at this set of data, Andy's core logic couldn't help but get a little hot.

The antibiotics currently circulating in the market are mainly "Green Feather Soup" produced by Bird Beak Doctors, which is a mixture of mold scraped from rotten internal organs by those doctors.

The problem is that the active ingredients in Green Hair Soup are extremely unstable, only about one percent of those in Andy Biochemical No. 1, and it is mixed with a large amount of cadaveric toxin and unknown pathogens.

Whether you survive after drinking it is entirely up to fate; there's a high probability that your liver will be damaged before your illness is cured.

This kind of garbage sells for an exorbitant price, making it unaffordable for ordinary people.

Let's take a look at the legitimate medicines produced by Shangchao Helios Group.

Good stuff, high purity, good effect.

However, the price is really hard to describe...

A box of standard antibiotic injections from Helios can be exchanged for a brand new armored personnel carrier on the black market.

Moreover, this drug is strictly controlled.

If an ordinary person dares to hoard military supplies, they will be prosecuted for theft of military supplies and executed on the spot.

And what about the bottle in Andy's hand?

Its potency is a hundred times that of Green Hair Soup, and its purity is close to that of Helios's regular medicine.

But the cost...

Andy glanced at the cost data.

5 starch units.

In other words, just five starch balls, which is less than one kilogram of starch, are enough to produce a bottle of this miracle drug!

"How's the production capacity?"

Andy turned to ask Bauer.

Bauer looked excited as he pointed to the fermentation tanks.

"If the three tanks are operating at full capacity, they can produce about forty bottles a day."

"If we could add a few more tanks, the production could double!"

This number made Andy think deeply.

A minimum daily output of forty bottles, and that's pharmaceutical standard—this is not just an indicator, but a force powerful enough to change the ecosystem of the nest.

In the past, when the people of Dichao were injured, they could only wrap their wounds in dirty cloth and wait to die or have their limbs amputated.

Even gang leaders, if seriously injured, have to be mindful of Dr. Birdbeak's feelings and spend a fortune to save their lives.

Now, as long as this batch of medicine gets out, wounded soldiers who would have died can survive, and limbs that would have rotted away can be saved.

This means a significant increase in the survival rate of the workforce and a faster recovery rate from battle damage following gang warfare.

It might even lead to... a kind of population explosion?

But that's a story for another time.

The key now is how to sell this thing, and to sell it for its rightful value.

"Bauer, don't rush to ship this batch of medicine out."

Andy put the bottle of medicine back on the shelf, his tone becoming serious.

"Let's use it for our own people first. Each member of the guard team will be given one bottle as a backup."

"Workers who suffer workplace injuries in the workshop will be given priority for treatment."

"As for external sales..."

Andy walked up to the bottom nest map hanging on the wall.

The map is now densely covered, marking the territories and resource points of various factions.

The shelter was located at the intersection of several major transportation routes in the bottom nest.

To the north lies a giant elevator shaft leading to the lower and middle nests, which is controlled by several large gangs.

To the south lies a deep underground mining area, primarily the territory of cunning individuals and mutants, with a complex structure and numerous natural barriers.

To the west lies Dr. Bird's Beak's Acid Lake, with a unique geographical environment. It is the terminus of countless industrial sewage pipes, which, after thousands of years of sedimentation, eventually formed a giant, highly acidic swamp.

The beaked doctors exploited the unique environment of the acid lake to extract toxins, cultivate mutant strains, and monopolize the drug supply for the entire bottom nest.

To the east lies a vast abandoned industrial zone, where numerous factions and scattered groups are entrenched. For example, the Rust Brotherhood, which had previously established a preliminary relationship with the Vault, is one of the major factions in the industrial zone.

If Andy were to sell the medicine directly on the market, it would definitely cause a buying frenzy, and in the worst case, it might even attract an attack from a large gang.

This is like a child carrying a gold brick walking through a bustling city; anyone who sees it would be tempted to do the same.

We need to find a suitable agent, or... establish our own distribution network.

"Contact Sisyphus."

After much deliberation, Andy made his decision.

"Have him mobilize all the channels."

“Tell him I have new stock, and it’s a million times better than his green soup.”

"But I don't want cash, I want more resources."

Andy's finger traced across the map.

"Advanced metals, electronic components, special ores, and even abandoned ancient relics."

"Anything that has industrial value that they can get through their channels can be used to exchange for medicine."

"besides."

Andy's eyes sharpened.

"I only sell this medicine to those who are obedient."

"If anyone dares to lay a hand on our transport team, or do anything underhanded behind our backs."

"No matter how badly he is injured, no matter how high the price he offers, he won't get a single drop of medicine. At the same time, anyone who doesn't cooperate with our work will inevitably suffer armed retaliation from the shelter's forces."

In this world without laws, these are the new rules Andy has created.

Just then, Gamma-9 rushed in.

"My sage! Something's happened!"