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Chapter 411 Bomb Tire
There is nothing but gravel and slag. If you want to find another place as rich in resources as an abandoned factory, I am afraid that there will be none.

Junkrat keeps going forward, keeps going forward, there will always be hope to be born, if it is stagnant, it will never find the next resource place.

He will not go to the places he has been to. Only in the places he has not been to can there be large resource points.

Maybe it is very far away, it must be very far away, because the nearby resource points have basically been discovered by the scumbags, and only the distant places are waiting for him to explore.

Going far means that the risk increases. If you don't have enough dry food and water, you may die outside or be attacked by poisonous insects, and the end will not be much better.

Ordinary scumbags would only look for rubbish within a ten-mile radius of the scumbag town, and there were only a handful of scumbags who could walk back alive after more than ten miles.Either starve to death outside, or be attacked by unknown creatures in an unknown environment, and the possibility of returning alive with scars is very slim.

For more resources, Junkrat is ready to fight, and the scumbags who dare not take risks will only become lowly people who are dying on the line of survival
He doesn't want to be such a person, he wants to get rich, get rich!

Then he can leave this place of no shit to see the bustling outside.

Thinking about the dream, Junkrat was suddenly full of energy, and his legs became more powerful and faster.

Eat hard black bread when you are hungry. This stuff is cheap, filling, and easy to carry. It is the most commonly purchased food for scumbags.Water is much more expensive than black bread. It is exposed to radiation, and there are very few clean water sources, but they still exist, but they are not particularly clean. Anyway, drinking it will not aggravate the impact of radiation on the body.

People living in Junker Town have lowered their standard of survival to the minimum. They must adapt to the environment. If the environment adapts to you, no matter where you go, you will fall into the abyss.

"When I go back, I must give you a little surprise."

The wind picked up gradually, blowing sand, Junkrat covered his nose and mouth and continued walking, still cursing the group just now.

If it weren't for the lack of bullets, they should have been blown up just now.

After walking for about half an hour, the wind stopped, and Junkrat saw a lump of iron, a big one, irregular and hollow.

Junkrat didn't approach in a hurry, and first carefully surveyed the surrounding environment.

Compared with the previously empty land, there is much more waste here, but there are only a handful of valuable things. It can be seen that this place was a city before, but the big explosion of the omnibus center razed it to the ground.

After confirming that there was no danger, Junkrat approached slowly, feeling like a blown well again.

When he got closer, he realized that the top was blocked by quite large stones and iron blocks, which were tightly blocked.The crowbar must not be able to pry it open, thinking so, but he tried it anyway, and it really didn't work, it didn't move at all.

Any stone is half the size of a human.

"What's down here?"

Junkrat sat next to him and thought about it. It was most likely a well. Even if the water source was not clean, it still had some value. The dirty water was often used by scumbags to wash things.

"Blow it up? Blow it up!"

Junkrat acted vigorously, got up and patted his butt, and loaded a few grenades into the grenade launcher.

Stand 50 meters away and throw grenades at the well.

boom!Boom!

Five or six grenades exploded, and the stones and iron blocks blocking the mouth of the well loosened slightly, but they still couldn't be pried open.

"bother……"

This method doesn't work, Junkrat immediately conceived other methods in his mind, sat there for 10 minutes, and still couldn't come up with any good ideas, the explosives he carried with him were simply not enough to blow them up, unless he had a more powerful bomb.

The reality is, no!

Junkrat stood up, stared at the well eagerly, walked around it a few times, and left after confirming that there were no leaks.

If he left, he had no other choice. If he stayed any longer, he would die outside sooner or later. It didn't matter if he had black bread or not, but the water was almost gone.

Go back first, you can only go back first.

After a long journey, Junkrat returned home. The so-called home is a house made of wood. Although it is simple, it is very stable.

Things were placed in a mess, especially the work table, where small parts were placed everywhere, which made people feel dizzy when they saw it, just like his appearance.

On the way back, there was a little harvest, a wreck of a motorcycle, and took away usable things, a tire that was still in good condition, a motorcycle engine, and a few pieces of steel.

Going to the black market to buy a bunch of gunpowder and shell casings, Junkrat sat at home for a whole day, thinking about developing a high-explosive bomb in addition to homemade grenades.

Blow up that well, he could make a fortune off that well if there was water, no one would go there because no one had his guts.

The motorcycle tire leaning against the wall suddenly came into his sight, and he swept it away. Then he turned his head and continued to look at it twice, then got up and walked to pick up the tire to have a look.

The motorcycle engine was also on the side, and the combination of the two things gave Junkrat a wonderful idea.

A genius and a lunatic are just one thought away, and with this one thought, the lunatic becomes a genius.

His brain was running fast, and after confirming that the plan was feasible, Junkrat immediately started working and stockpiled dry food and water for a few days.

For three days, he didn't go anywhere, just messing with tires and motorcycle engines in the house. He also kicked out the daily garbage picking activities. He blew up the well and got everything, and even picked up a hammer garbage.

"Hoohoo!"

Outside the room, Junkrat let out a shriek of delight as the tires flew out quickly.

The tires and the engine have been assembled. Next, it is only necessary to make the tires into a remote-controlled bomb. It will be a terrifying weapon. You don’t want to blow up rocks or iron, just blow it loose enough.

It took another day, and the bomb tire was officially born.

The donut-like tire is filled with dynamite to form a solid circle, and attached to it is an iron chain to start the motorcycle engine and power the tire.

For explosives, Junkrat has absolute confidence. He knows that it will definitely explode without trying it. There is no such thing as a dud in his works.

The next day, he carried the bomb tires on his back and walked out of Junker Town full of energy. This time he was well prepared, ammunition, food and water, enough for him to consume for two or three days.

Ten miles away, the distance is very long, but I have expectations in my heart, thinking about the wonderful life in the future, it is not very tiring to walk.

First, I walked to the well to observe it, then walked 50 meters away, deduced the whole process in my mind, and couldn't help showing a smug smile on my face.

This time it is definitely the king!
Take off the bomb tire on the back, put down the iron chain wrapped around it, temporarily step on the tire with the awl leg, and then yank the iron chain with one hand.

"Fire in the hole!"

　Thanks to book friend "shimmerhui" for rewarding 2000 starting coins, and thanks to book friend "睤亯" for rewarding 500 starting coins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)