NABC Chapter 76 Discusses the Many Wonderful Tools of Pei Qi
Chapter 76 Discusses the Many Wonderful Tools of Pei Qi
Chapter 70: On the Many Wonderful Tools Pei Qi Possesses (3k)
"So—the divine seal is right ahead?"
Pei Qi put away the electromagnetic railgun, which was still radiating residual heat, and pointed to the entrance of the passage ahead, which was completely unrecognizable from its original state.
The metal walls were covered with a thick layer of dark red biological tissue, which undulated as if it were breathing, and the surface was covered with a sticky yellow mucus.
"If I remember correctly, this should be the place."
Altman suppressed his stomach discomfort and stared at the strange structures on the wall that seemed to pulsate like blood vessels, his eyes filled with both fear and scholarly curiosity.
"I remember we left here—it must have been less than a few hours ago, right? Has this place already been transformed into this state by the Divine Seal?"
"This violates the laws of thermodynamics. Where does the energy for such a large-scale biomass proliferation come from?" Altman muttered to himself.
"Compared to this, Doctor—"
Hendrix, who was walking behind, suddenly spoke up, his face looking even uglier than when he had faced the hive.
He looked at his personal terminal, where the Geiger counter was beeping wildly.
"What I'm more concerned about now is, how much longer can we live?"
Hendrix looked up at Pei Qi with the eyes of someone looking at a madman, his tone filled with helplessness and despair.
"What kind of good person would use depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds in close-quarters combat indoors?! Are you trying to kill us already?"
As a senior FBC agent, he certainly recognized what kind of thing Pei Qi had just fired.
The high-temperature metal jet produced upon impact, the distinctive eerie green glow—that was clearly a depleted uranium bomb, strictly prohibited by international conventions! And a high-yield one at that!
That burst of fire just now turned this enclosed underground space into a miniature Nobi car.
"God knows where you got so much weapons-grade depleted uranium raw material!"
Hendricks couldn't help but complain.
"This stuff is subject to the strictest regulations in the world! You couldn't possibly have extracted it from the seawater near some island nation that dumps nuclear waste everywhere, could you? That's just too outrageous!"
Upon hearing this, Pei Qi, who was walking in front, paused slightly, a strange smile appearing on his lips beneath his mask.
"Well, while not entirely accurate, the line of thought is correct."
Pei Qi silently gave this agent a thumbs up in his heart.
In fact, his warehouses full of depleted uranium raw materials were indeed a gift from that magical island nation.
In this parallel world, the Japanese government is overwhelmed with problems dealing with the mountains of nuclear waste and highly concentrated wastewater in Fukushima.
Pei Qi, an industrial player with IC2 thermal centrifuges and HBM isotope separators, keenly sensed the business opportunity.
He contacted the relevant departments directly, claiming that he had "high-tech environmental protection technology" that could harmlessly dispose of the nuclear waste.
Upon hearing that someone was willing to take on this hot potato, Japanese officials signed the contract without even asking about the technical details, and even paid a large sum of money as a "processing fee".
So, on a stormy night, Pei Qi opened his backpack, packed up hundreds of tons of highly concentrated nuclear waste, and threw it into his [HBM Breeder Reactor].
What is deadly waste to others is a free buffet for industrial players to refine Shaft-238 and Ring-239.
"They earned processing fees, obtained weapons raw materials for free, and also protected the marine environment at the same time."
Pei Qi thought to himself, "I'm practically an environmental ambassador who moves the Earth. Except for Godzilla, who regrets losing the chance to mutate from radiation, this is a win-win situation."
Of course, he wouldn't say these things out loud.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Pei Qi turned around and looked at the two men whose faces had turned pale.
"Depleted uranium munitions are indeed powerful; their other nickname, 'dirty bomb,' is well-deserved. We were so engrossed in the fighting that we almost forgot you two are just mortals and susceptible to radiation."
He casually reached out and grabbed at the air, and two small, transparent plastic bottles appeared in his hands, each containing a few dark blue capsules.
"then."
Pei Qi tossed the medicine bottle to the two of them.
"What's this? Iodine tablets?" Hendricks caught the bottle, looking at the packaging without any manufacturer's label, and hesitated.
For ordinary iodine tablets, the only psychological comfort in the face of this kind of acute radiation is that they are just a psychological comfort.
"This isn't one of those cheap drugs that can only block the thyroid gland."
As Pei Qi continued walking forward, he casually explained, "This is a special anti-radiation pill. Just one pill can conceptually clear all the radiation buildup in your body and repair damaged DNA chains."
"To put it simply, this is an anomalous item that resets your radiation levels. Eat it, and your radiation reading will instantly drop to zero. Got it?"
"Conceptual clearance?"
Hendricks had originally intended to question these claims that defied common medical sense, such as "what about the half-life?" and "what is the metabolic pathway?"
But when he thought of the obsidian wall that had appeared out of nowhere and the handheld electromagnetic cannon—he wisely kept his mouth shut.
"Don't bother thinking about the principles. After working in the Anomalies Bureau for so many years, you should know that if anomalous items can be explained scientifically, would they still be considered anomalous?"
Hendricks unscrewed the cap, poured out a capsule, and swallowed it.
next second.
A cool sensation instantly spread throughout my body.
The nausea, dizziness, and skin tingling caused by exposure to high radiation disappeared completely within seconds.
He glanced at the Geiger counter in his hand. Although the ambient radiation was still off the charts, the radiation dose reading on his body had miraculously turned into a smooth straight line—0 mSv!
"Damn it—this drug is even more outrageous than the high-level containment items in the Bureau." Hendricks stared in shock at Pei Qi's retreating figure.
"It seems to be working well."
Pei Qi nodded in satisfaction.
This pill is extremely inexpensive to produce in the HBM module, requiring only a small amount of coal powder and common chemical reagents to synthesize. It is practically an essential medicine for home, travel, and even a nuclear shower.
"Since we're not going to die, let's keep working."
The three finally reached the end of the core containment area.
The last blast-proof door leading to the location of the divine seal now stands before us.
But the current state of this door can only be described as "completely ruined".
Countless thick, python-like fleshy tentacles grew out of the cracks in the wall and tightly wrapped around the metal door frame.
They even seeped into the gaps in the hydraulic system, completely jamming the entire mechanical structure.
The electronic lock screen in the center of the gate was covered by a thick membrane of flesh, and there was even an eyeball on it that was moving around, staring intently at the three people who were approaching.
Hendricks tried to use the access card to open the backup panel next to him, but as soon as he got close, the fleshy membrane let out a shriek and sprayed out a stream of acid.
"no."
Hendrix took two steps back and shook his head.
"The mechanical structure is completely jammed, and the electronic systems are short-circuited by the biomass. Unless we can clean out this grotesque flesh, the door is welded shut."
"Looking at the grotesque scene of flesh and steel intertwined before me—even the Geller Iron Plague from Warhammer 40, or the wrecked spaceship blessed by Nurgle, would be a similar sight, wouldn't they?"
"This kind of grotesque, blasphemous art, a blend of flesh and steel, would probably be of great interest to 'Ring Fingers,' who likes to turn people into sculptures."
Pei Qi sneered, "But in my opinion, this kind of art is just a matter of not cleaning properly."
"For these stubborn organic stains, the best cleaner is high temperature."
As he spoke, Pei Qi once again made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand.
This time, it wasn't guns or cannons that appeared.
Instead, it is a heavy-duty jet with an extremely rugged design and a strong industrial punk style.
It has huge brass storage tanks, and thick oil pipelines connect to long pipes with ignition nozzles at the front end. The heavy metallic texture is out of place in this fleshy environment.
Immersion Engineering - Chemical Sprayer
[Filling fluid: Water from flames solidifying gasoline]
"Hendricks, step back. Unless you want to smell your own burnt eyebrows."
Pei Qi pulled the bolt, and the spark shot up with a "whoosh".
Hendricks had become somewhat desensitized to Pei Qi's ability to pull out all sorts of heavy contraband at any time, but he still couldn't help but ask.
"Manager Pei—I really want to know, just how much stuff is in that so-called backpack of yours?"
"Drilling rigs, city walls, electromagnetic cannons, anti-radiation drugs, and now heavy flamethrowers—it seems like you can pull out anything?"
"Well—"
Pei Qi pulled the trigger, and a blazing fire dragon instantly erupted, engulfing the fleshy gate in front of him.
"Zzzzzzz—!!"
The crackling sound of burning fat and the stench of charred flesh instantly filled the air.
While controlling the direction of the flames, Pei Qi said in a joking tone without turning his head, "You can think of it as Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket. It's full of all sorts of strange and wonderful gadgets."
"It has everything. I have everything you can think of and everything you can't think of."
He turned his head and winked at Hendrix through his mask: "Forget flamethrowers, if you pay me enough, who knows, one day I might be in a good mood and pull out the Death Star from Star Wars!"
Hendrix's eyes twitched as he looked at the raging flames filling the sky.
If someone else said that, he would think they were crazy.
But looking at the figure in front of him who was "purifying" the door with industrial flames, he suddenly felt that this guy might not be joking.
"call-
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As the last stubborn piece of flesh turned to ashes, the hydraulic system of the gate finally broke free of its restraints, emitting a heavy groan of pressure release.
"Done."
Pei Qi put away the flamethrower and looked at the door in front of him, which was now glowing red and revealing its original metallic sheen.
"Open Sesame".
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