Wasteland: My items are infinitely upgraded

Lin Feng hadn't expected Bai Ye's proposed cooperation to come so quickly. Perhaps the densely packed mutated eggs before them were truly terrifying, far exceeding everyone's expectations.

Watching those fleshy egg membranes contract and expand, pulsating with a rhythmic beat like breathing, made it seem as if the entire ruin had come alive, even more unbearable than the whispering murmurs in their ears.

Mental pollution was only a temporary effect, but the Tier 3 mutated eggs before them were an imminent threat of death.

Back then, a single Tier 3 mutant had been enough to send them scrambling in a sorry state, and it was only Lin Feng's powerful firepower that had resolved the situation. Now, there were at least a dozen mutated eggs within a hundred meters of them...

If they were to hatch simultaneously, even with Captain Lin personally guarding them, they would all be doomed.

Therefore, Bai Ye was well aware of the situation. As things stood, only Tier 2 evolutionaries were truly useful. The remaining late-stage Tier 1 subordinates could only be responsible for moving the machine tool equipment.

As the leader of the Salvation Army extended his invitation, Lin Feng's lips curled slightly upward. He wasn't particularly moved by the danger before him.

Although there were many mutated eggs and countless Tier 3 mutated kings possibly lurking in the darkness, Lin Feng's own strength was also vastly different from what it once was.

The thousand rounds of ammunition for his Level 20 high-explosive armor-piercing cannon alone would be enough to give a Tier 3 mutant a hard time. Coupled with the synthesized Level 25 rapid-fire armor-piercing cannon, a super weapon with a high damage of 550 points and a thousand rounds of ammunition, he could sweep away hundreds of Tier 3 mutants with devastating force.

Compared to the threat of the mutated eggs, Lin Feng was more concerned about the damage the battle would cause to the mechanical equipment here. These were all top-notch treasures, the foundation of modern civilization.

Building a mobile city, or even rockets and spaceships to reach the heavens, required assembling and piecing together countless gears and parts.

Lin Feng simply didn't have the strength for it at the moment, not that he didn't need them.

A few years later, when he returned to the Mount Tai ruins, these military factory equipment would become the foundation for building a fortune.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng retracted his fiery gaze and looked at Bai Ye, who was frowning slightly beside him:

"I don't know much about these..."

Bai Ye was taken aback, then lowered his voice and quickly explained:

"An ordinary small lathe can sell for tens of thousands of points. High-end CNC machine tools, I heard, can also manufacture various high-end weapons and equipment, worth tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of points. It's just that they're a bit heavy, mostly large machines weighing ten to twenty tons or more."

"If Captain Lin doesn't need them, I can convert them into guild points and exchange them for pure life essence."

Lin Feng nodded:

"The small machines are all on the right. Just go and take them. Aren't six of you enough?"

Bai Ye looked at the different models of machine tools:

"Machine tools for making weapons are one aspect, but more importantly, bullets and even artillery shells require finding a stamping and forming machine to produce them on a large scale."

"These machines are further inside, weighing several tons to start. It wouldn't be a problem for me to lift one alone, but I need to avoid the fleshy tendrils along the way, so I need some help."

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly:

"I also need the ammunition production machines."

Bai Ye smiled, already expecting this.

As a gun-type ability user, Lin Feng's demand for ammunition, especially large-caliber shells, was limitless. It was related to his combat power.

So, he held out two fingers:

"Just move out two units, one for each of us."

Lin Feng nodded.

Lin Feng was wearing sealed armor, making it inconvenient to look down, so the two walked sideways. He could visually check the ground conditions on one side based on Bai Ye's pace.

The other five team members were responsible for providing light, giving the two in front a view of the ground ahead.

In this way, they carefully carried out a lathe and handed it to the team members at the B8 exit to be carried to B7 first.

Lin Feng and Bai Ye breathed a sigh of relief. The first transport was uneventful and successfully completed.

Then, they immediately began the second transport without stopping.

This time, it took a long time to find a lathe that wasn't entangled by fleshy tendrils. It was also a bit larger and could process larger components.

After taking the accessories, the two carefully lifted the medium-sized lathe, one in front and one behind, weighing a full six tons.

Although this weight was nothing to a Tier 2 evolutionary, the difficulty of avoiding various tentacle traps along the way was like dodging infrared beams, sometimes requiring the two to lift the six-ton machine over their heads.

The strength required was different from simply pulling six tons. At least ten tons of strength was needed to steadily hold the six-ton weight.

Therefore, cooperating with Lin Feng while minimizing contact with the tentacles was Bai Ye's most correct choice.

If he had called the five late-stage Tier 1 subordinates to share the weight, it would have greatly increased the risk of awakening the mutated eggs.

After completing the transport of the second lathe, the Salvation Army would basically be able to independently manufacture gun parts of various models, while also being able to repair and replace car parts.

Looking at the lathe equipment being carried to B7, Bai Ye nodded in satisfaction.

The small one was worth at least forty to fifty thousand points, and the medium one was worth around one hundred thousand, although not high, these were basically not for sale.

Even many first-rate forces didn't have lathe machine tools, like Oasis Town.

Apart from industrial cities, weapon production had always been the most scarce industry in the wasteland, and the value behind it couldn't be simply measured with money.

After moving the lathes, Bai Ye took a searchlight from his subordinates, carried it on his back, and led Lin Feng into the darkness further away.

The dark machine tools sat on both sides.

In the shadows of the lights, they were like rows of guards, solemn and silent, waiting for thousands of years.

The space on B8 was larger. Although the footprint was the same as the other floors, the floor height was higher.

The upper seven floors were all standard ten meters high, while B8 was fully fifteen meters or more.

Because some large machine tools also had production lines and raw material stockpiles, more space was needed.

The entire B8 of the shelter served as a weapon production area, not only with machine tool equipment areas for direct production, but also raw material storage warehouses, finished product shelves, and so on.

Fortunately, the production area was at the entrance. Bai Ye led Lin Feng, one in front and one behind, for about five hundred meters, and found the ammunition production line.

Here, Lin Feng saw the production process of bullets and most small artillery shells.

Starting with drilling holes in copper or iron plates, drilling out round steel coins, then hardening, stamping, and forming, holding the middle, impacting from a hat shape to a long strip, and then installing a primer on the bottom...

Thus, the bullet's shell was made.

The rear half was the formation of the bullet head. Similarly, small circles were cut from copper or iron plates, then hardened, softened, and topped into a bullet-head shape, then a steel core or a lead core with a higher weight was injected inside, so the bullet head was made.

The remaining injection of granular gunpowder and the loading of the bullet head was a large automatic assembly line machine, a full twenty meters long, divided into five or six modules, requiring five people to assist.

But the output was also frighteningly high. Lin Feng looked at the introduction on the nameplate of this assembly line area: it could produce five 7.62mm standard bullets per second.

With sufficient raw materials and manpower, and non-stop production for 24 hours, it could produce 432,000 rifle bullets per day.

Based on five bullets per point, that's 86,400 points. Even with a 50% discount for bulk shipments, at ten bullets per point, there would still be 43,000 points.

It would only take four days to produce a Tier 2 evolutionary agent. This is no different from a money printing machine.

Unfortunately, fleshy tendrils grew everywhere here, intertwining and complex.

Lin Feng and Bai Ye didn't have the ability or means to transport the entire bullet production line out.

They could only transport the stamping and forming machine that produced the bullet casings on the edge to the surface, to initially solve the bullet production problem.

However, this stamping and forming machine was also not light, weighing more than ten tons. There were also different cutting molds and different shaped cores beside it, corresponding to different sizes of bullets.

Mainly because of its size, the base was three meters wide and seven meters long, with hydraulic cutters and stamping forming areas in the middle, essentially packing multiple processes onto one production line.

Lin Feng and Bai Ye, one at each end, slowly lifted this heavy equipment and walked steadily towards the entrance.

Fortunately, the ten-ton weight didn't put too much pressure on either of them, especially Bai Ye, who was walking in front. As a late-stage Tier 2 evolved being, she could unleash a terrifying force of seventy to eighty tons. Now, ten tons of equipment was as easy for her as lifting half a bucket of water with one hand.

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Therefore, most of Bai Ye's energy was focused on avoiding the fleshy tendrils, lest she trigger the aberrant eggs and attract the birth and pursuit of a Tier 3 Aberrant King.

The short distance of five hundred meters took the two of them a full ten minutes to walk carefully, observing several times with each step to ensure safety.

After successfully moving one machine out, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Bai Ye then arranged for her subordinates to transport the bullet-making stamping machine to the surface as soon as possible.

Afterward, she led Lin Feng back the way they came, to start moving the last machine.

At this time, after an hour of searching and moving, Lin Feng's condition gradually declined. There was no problem with his physical strength, but mainly his self-will in his mind felt pressured under the onslaught of mental pollution.

Bai Ye also noticed Lin Feng's condition. His hands were shaking involuntarily. In order to resist the hissing and screaming whispers, he needed to divert most of his attention to suppress them, otherwise, his mind would be more than just filled with sounds.

Therefore, Lin Feng's movements and reactions also became slower, which was not good news.

Bai Ye frowned slightly, walked to another stamping machine, and gestured, asking Lin Feng if he could still persevere.

The latter nodded lightly, signaling Bai Ye to continue.

The two then lifted this large piece of equipment and were about to return along the original route when…

Above the stamping machine, coincidentally, it snagged on a fleshy tube that was only as thin as a finger. In an instant, Bai Ye had a strong sense of foreboding!

The next second, she heard a thud behind her!

Then, a strong Tier 3 aura emerged!

Bai Ye's hair stood on end instantly, blue light appeared in her eyes, and her spatial ability was on the verge of erupting.

At the same time, Lin Feng, who had also regained consciousness, used the small searchlight on his head to clearly see what had suddenly appeared behind Bai Ye.

It was a slender humanoid figure, about four or five meters tall. Although it was the same as the Tier 3 Aberrant King, it was very thin, like an ordinary person stretched more than twice its original length.

At this moment, the monster was hanging upside down behind Bai Ye. Because his line of sight was blocked, Lin Feng couldn't see its true face clearly. He could only nod to signal Bai Ye to put down the machine and bypass the thin fleshy tube that was snagged on top.

Then, he shook his head slightly, telling Bai Ye not to turn around rashly. The best thing to do now was to leave silently.

After successfully freeing the fleshy tube that was almost broken, Lin Feng took over the command and led Bai Ye away quickly.

Following the route the two had taken before, Lin Feng followed his memory, stepping over the thick fleshy tubes under his feet, while avoiding the small fleshy tubes that were connected to each other on top.

After Bai Ye successfully shifted her position, Lin Feng used the corner of his eye to peek at the appearance of the strange aberrant that had suddenly appeared.

It looked very similar to a Tier 3 aberrant, but it was so thin that it was skin and bones. Its skin also had a strange black color, and it had a bowl-thick tube hanging from its abdomen, which led all the way to the ceiling. It should be its umbilical cord.

The overall feeling it gave was like a failed incubation product. Although it was also a Tier 3 existence, its level of danger was far less than that of the previous Aberrant King.

Lin Feng felt that even ordinary rapid-firing cannons could easily solve it.

And in this forbidden area of the ruins, there should only be a few aberrant eggs that can successfully incubate an Aberrant King.

Otherwise, so many Tier 3 aberrants would have already killed their way into the train tunnel on the fifth floor and started a duel with the Aberrant Beasts of the Wasteland Wolf.

Thinking this way, just as Lin Feng thought he had cautiously resolved the crisis, when he glanced back, he found that the strange aberrant was starting to slowly rise under the pull of the umbilical cord and re-enter the darkness above.

Following the direction it left, Lin Feng looked up into the distance and was immediately startled into a cold sweat by the scene before him.

He saw that hundreds of upside-down monsters had gathered above the place where the two of them had lifted the stamping equipment and made noise. In the dim light, they looked like skins that were gradually drying out, hanging on tree trunks at midnight.

And when the searchlight on Lin Feng's head inadvertently shone over them, hundreds of aberrant monsters all looked towards him, their movements uniform, as if they had noticed something.

Lin Feng quickly lowered his head, his hair standing on end.

In that instant, accompanied by the whispers in his mind, his sixth sense gave Lin Feng the feeling of being watched by countless eyes.

Not those aberrant monsters that had failed to hatch.

But the entire eighth level of the ruins…

"It" saw him!

In other words, the incubation nest on the bottom three floors might itself be a living thing, especially on the eighth floor, where it was silently observing everything.

Once this thought appeared, it continued to magnify and deepen in Lin Feng's mind…

Even suppressing the surrounding whispers of mental pollution.

It wasn't until this stamping machine was lifted to the exit on the eighth floor and handed over to the main force of the Salvation Army that Lin Feng came back to his senses at Bai Ye's call.

"Hey! Wake up!"

Bai Ye frowned slightly. She was worried that Lin Feng had already fallen into mild contamination.

Lin Feng, who had regained consciousness, looked at the woman in front of him, turned around, and was about to leave:

"The mission is complete. Let's go."

Bai Ye noticed a trace of strangeness:

"I plan to go to the warehouse on the other side again. There should be a lot of raw materials inside, especially copper plates. The price of copper is not low outside now, and they are all used to make wires and motors. As the most important raw material for bullets, shall we go get some together?"

Lin Feng looked solemn and shook his head:

"It's too dangerous. It has already noticed us."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, then whispered:

"Who?"

Lin Feng took a deep breath:

"The ruins."