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nThe tire rolled out quickly, accompanied by the roar of the motorcycle engine, bringing up a string of black smoke.

Seeing that the distance was almost there, Junkrat pressed a red button on his chest and hurriedly covered his ears.

The n tire exploded with a "b!" sound, and the aftermath was like air waves, blowing all the dust and garbage into the sky. At this moment, the area around the well was as clean as if it had been vacuumed.

However, as the rocks and iron blocks that were blown into the sky fell, the spotless ground became a mess again, even dirtier than before.

Even Junkrat himself did not expect that the n-tire would explode with such strong power, directly blowing out the obstacles blocking the well entrance, turning into pieces and falling to the ground, and some of them fell directly to the bottom of the well.

When the smoke cleared up, Junkrat trotted over, bent his upper body, and looked down. He couldn't see anything in the darkness, and even the sun couldn't shine through.

"Is this well so deep?"

Junkrat picked up a piece of gravel from his feet, threw it down, and then leaned down and put his ear close to the mouth of the well, listening to the noise coming from inside.

Not "pop", but "bang".

Boom?

Could it be that this is a dry well?

Thinking of this, Junkrat's body softened and he slid down the wall of the well, all his work in vain. In order to make this n-tire, he spent a lot of money, not to mention the material cost. The tires and motorcycle engines were all picked up by himself, but it took a lot of energy from him.

Fetching water from a bamboo basket was in vain.

Junkrat is unwilling to give in. It doesn’t matter what he pays, but there must be something to gain, right? Just go back empty-handed?

The more he thought about it, the more unbalanced he felt. Junkrat stood up and looked at the dark bottom of the well, deciding to go down and find out.

What if this is not a well? It just looks like it. It is normal that the well is not without water. From the beginning, this was just his personal hypothesis, and there was nothing to confirm his idea.

At this thought, he decided to risk his life to see what was below, but the rope he carried with him was not long enough, so he had no choice but to go back first.

The next day, he was well prepared and came to the well again. He hooked the lower edge of the well head firmly with an iron hook, and then carefully slipped down the rope. He was as cautious as he wanted. This was very different from his usual carefree character. Doesn’t match.

You really have to be careful when doing this kind of thing. If you don't pay attention, you will fall to death.

After wandering for about five or six minutes, Junkrat stepped on the ground and turned on the flashlight to illuminate the surrounding environment. There was no water, no trace of water at all. The surrounding area was surrounded by copper and iron walls, like a secret basement.

There was a narrow passage, but nothing could be seen when the light shone in. With an attitude of curiosity, Junkrat walked over. There was only this passage, and there must be something hidden in it.

The trail is very long and goes around for half a day.

"Holy shit, it really is an underground secret room. This is so fucking crazy, isn't it? There is still such a construction on the ruins?"

Where the light shines, there is a square box. The box is engraved with detailed and vivid patterns. This is not important. What is important is that it is pure gold!

"It must be pure gold!"

Junkrat was a little short of oxygen, breathing heavily and then pounced on it, holding the box and chewing it, but he couldn't chew it. 99 It's a box made of gold. With this luster and weight, you won't have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of your life, okay?

Junkrat was cheering for joy alone in the secret room, and his expression became even more exciting. A box is so full of materials, wouldn't the contents inside be...

Thinking of this, his breathing became heavier. There must be a priceless treasure inside, right?

But the box couldn't be opened, there was no lock on the outside, and the opening and closing gaps could be seen, but it just couldn't be opened. Junkrat couldn't even use his strength to suck the milk, nor could he use a crowbar.

After trying several times and making his arms weak, Junkrat gave up. This thing must be extremely precious. If it is left here, it will be taken away by others sooner or later. It is better for him to move it out now and hide it in a more hidden place.

However, the box is very heavy and cannot be lifted or dragged by one person. It is impossible to find helpers and no one can trust it.

Throwing away the box, Junkrat was spinning around in the secret room when a sound suddenly came from him. He was so frightened that he picked up a grenade launcher and aimed at the source of the sound.

That's a door, no, it's an elevator!

The elevator was good, and Junkrat successfully went up. He didn't expect that there was such an underground secret room in this wasteland, and there was also a functioning elevator. It was unbelievable!

Maybe the secret room has its own limited power.

Suppressing his inner excitement, Junkrat walked around and found a place he could remember, a place he could remember no matter how the surrounding scene changed.

I went home and made a simple handcart out of wood. I got a shovel, came back here, and started the shoveling plan.

Dig a hole and bury the treasure chest in it.

When he has the conditions to open it, he will dig it out. The things inside may allow him to leap over the dragon gate and become the king of Junker Town.

Pooh! Being the king of the town is too futile, at least he needs to be the king of a country.

After digging a hole three to four meters deep, Junkrat dropped the shovel and pushed the cart to the previously secret basement.

Go down and drag the treasure box into the elevator. When you come up, put the treasure box on the trolley and push it away.

Go to the pits a few hundred meters apart, bury the treasure chests in them, and fill them with soil. The shovel was digging around on the top, trying to make the upper soil as level as possible with the surrounding ground, otherwise it would be easy for others to see the traces.

I pushed the trolley back and walked a hundred or two hundred meters when I bumped into that group of people again.

"Hey Junkrat, what kind of treasure are you transporting? And you made a special trolley?" asked the muscular man.

Junkrat's heart skipped a beat, either because he was afraid or worried that the treasure chest would be discovered by them. It seemed that this group of scumbags just happened to meet him and did not follow him.

"Stop meddling in other people's business and go back quickly, so that your slutty wife won't get involved with other men." Junkrat tried his best not to be so nervous and worried about this and that.

Junkrat, who was always casual, always felt a little strange in their eyes. Junkrat shouldn't be so startled, like a thief.

There must be something fishy!

Back in Junkrat Town, Junkrat's mind was full of treasure chests, as if she had changed from a carefree single woman to a mother of a child, thinking about the treasure child day and night.

Almost every day, he would look around the treasure chest a few times, otherwise he would not sleep well.

After a while, one night, Junkrat tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. There were rumors everywhere in the town that Junkrat had a treasure, and he knew without thinking that it was done by those idiots.

He was thinking about how to retaliate against them tomorrow.

With a loud bang, Junkrat was so scared that he sat up, the wooden door was shattered, and thick smoke filled the air.

After calming down, his eyes gradually turned red.

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