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Chapter 412 Mysterious Treasure
The tires of the bomb rolled out quickly, accompanied by the roar of the motorcycle engine, bringing up a stream of black smoke.

Seeing that the distance was close, Junkrat pressed a red button on the remote control, then hurriedly covered his ears.

The tires of the bomb exploded with a sound of "BOOM!", and the sky was blown up, and the aftermath was discharged layer by layer like an air wave, and all the dust and garbage were blown into the sky.At the moment, the area around the well is as clean as if it had been vacuumed.

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

Even Junkrat himself didn't expect that the bomb tires would burst out with such a powerful force, directly blowing out the obstacles blocking the mouth of the well, turning them into pieces and falling to the ground, some of them fell directly to the bottom of the well.

When the smoke was lighter, Junkrat trotted over, bent his upper body, and looked down. It was so dark that he couldn't see clearly, and the sun couldn't shine through.

"How deep is this well?"

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

Not "plop", but "boom".

咣？
Could it be a dry well?
Thinking of this, Junkrat went limp and slid down the side of the well, wasting his work for nothing.In order to make this bomb tire, he spent a lot of money, not to mention the cost of materials. The tires and motorcycle engine were all picked up by himself, but it took him a lot of energy.

The bamboo basket was empty.

Junkrat is not reconciled, it's nothing to pay, but there must be something to gain, right?Just go back empty-handed like this?

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

In case this is not a well, it just looks like it is not normal if the well is out of water.From the very beginning, this was just his own assumption, and there was nothing to prove his idea.

Thinking of this, he decided to risk himself to see what was below, but the rope he carried 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, hooked the iron hook firmly to the lower edge of the wellhead, and then carefully slid down the rope, as cautious as he wanted, which was very different from his usual carefree personality. do not match.

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

After slipping for about five or six minutes, Junkrat stepped on the ground. He turned on the flashlight to illuminate the surrounding environment. There was no water, and there was no sign of water at all. The surroundings were full of iron walls, like a secret basement.

There was a narrow passage, the light shone through it, and there was nothing to be seen. With a curious attitude, Junkrat walked through it. There was only this passage, so there must be something hidden inside.

The trail is very long, and it takes a long time to go around and around.

"Fuck...it really is an underground secret room, this is so crazy, isn't there such a building in the ruins?"

Where the light shines, there is a square box with delicate and vivid patterns engraved on it. It 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, gnawing on the box while holding it, but couldn't move. 99% of the box is made of gold. With this luster and weight, you can eat and drink for a lifetime, okay?
Junkrat cheered happily in the secret room by himself, and his face became even more exciting. A box is so full of information, isn't it what's in it...

Thinking of this, his breathing became heavy. It should be a priceless treasure, right?

But the box couldn't be opened, there was no lock on the outside, and the opening and closing gap could be seen, but it just couldn't be opened. Junkrat couldn't open it with all his strength, even with a crowbar.

Junkrat resolutely gave up after trying a few times to make his arm weak. This thing must be extremely precious, and it will be taken away by others sooner or later. Why don't he move it out now and hide it in a more secluded place.

However, the box is so heavy that one person can't lift it at all. It can hardly be dragged. It is definitely not possible to ask for help. No one can trust it.

Throwing away the box, Junkrat was circling in the secret room, when there was a sudden noise, which frightened him to pick up the grenade launcher and aim at the source of the sound.

That's a door, no, it's an elevator!
The elevator was good, and Junkrat managed to go up. I didn't expect that there was such an underground secret room in this wasteland, and there was a functioning elevator. It's unbelievable!
Maybe the secret room has limited power.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Junkrat went around for a while, 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 cart with wood, took a shovel, came back here, and started the shoveling project.

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 jump the dragon gate and become the king of Junker Town.
Pooh!Being the king of the town is too good for nothing, at least you have to be the king of a country.

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

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

Go to the pits hundreds of meters apart, bury the treasure chests, and fill them with soil.The shovel was planed on the top, trying to make the upper soil level with the surrounding ground as much as possible, otherwise it would be easy for others to see the traces.

Pushing the trolley back, after walking 200 meters, I bumped into that group of people again.

"Yo Junkrat, what kind of treasure is this transporting? Are you making a cart?" the muscular man asked.

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

"Stop meddling in other people's business here, and go back quickly, so that your hot bitch won't get involved with other men." Junkrat tried his best not to be so panic-stricken, worried about here and there.

Junkrat, who has always been sloppy, fell into their eyes at this moment, and it always felt a little weird. Junkrat shouldn't be startled, like a thief.

There must be something tricky in it!
Back in Junktown, Junkrat's mind is full of treasure chests, as if he's gone from a carefree single woman to a mother of one child, thinking about treasured children day and night.

Almost every day, he had to look around the treasure chest, otherwise he would not be able to sleep well.

Some time later, one night, Junkrat tossed and couldn't sleep. Rumors spread all over the town that Junkrat had a treasure, and it didn't take a second to think that it was those bastards who did it.

He was thinking about plans, planning how to get revenge on them tomorrow.

With a bang, Junkrat sat up in fright, the wooden door was smashed, and thick smoke filled it.

After calming down, his eyes gradually turned scarlet.

Treat him like a persimmon?Then let's see who is the real soft persimmon!
(End of this chapter)