"Forget these opened boxes, look at the good ones at the back." Uncle Long said to Chen Tao.
"Yes!" Chen Tao nodded, greeted Hao Zi and Shan Gui on the other side, and walked towards a relatively well-preserved box in the back.
The iron sheet on the box has rusted, and I don't know if the contents inside are still usable. Shangui took a folding shovel and pried open the lid of the box. The oil paper seal inside was actually intact.
"It looks like it's new, it hasn't been touched yet!" Chen Tao's eyes lit up.
He raised his hand and opened the seal. There were also submachine guns inside. Although some of them had some slight rust, some of them were really intact. There was also a light layer of protective oil on them, which glowed faintly under the light of the flashlight. cold light.
Shangui is a gun lover. He couldn't help but feel happy when he saw this. He picked up one and inspected it. He loaded it with a click and played with it up and down for a while. He was very satisfied.
"Master, come here and take a look!" Shangui handed the gun to Uncle Long, who took it smoothly.
"Well, not bad. Let's see if there are any more usable ones. Bring them all. Although they are a bit old, they are still better than pistols!"
The rest of the people were overjoyed when they saw this. Brother Ah Cheng directly carried out the remaining boxes. Several people gathered around the boxes to take stock. There were eight weapons in total that could be used, and there were also a lot of bullets.
"I don't need this, you can take it." Yang Lixuan said first.
"I don't need it either." Haozi also said.
"Hey? You two? What's going on?"
Seeing the two people refusing, Chen Tao couldn't help but be curious.
"Well, okay, then the four of you, Boss Zhang, can each have one. The four of us are just right." Uncle Long said.
"Okay, that's the best!" Boss Zhang replied.
Chen Tao looked at Uncle Long and said to himself: "Uncle Long didn't even ask a question. Does he know the reason why Haozi and Yang Lixuan don't use guns?"
While distracted, Shangui handed over a submachine gun, and Chen Tao hurriedly took it. Everyone else was loading bullets. Chen Tao didn't know how to use a gun. He held it in his hand and gestured for a long time, not knowing how to do it. Knowing that he didn't understand guns, Shangui walked up and opened the magazine with a click, and gave Chen Tao a few brief introductions.
What Shangui said was easy to understand. After all, boys have an innate understanding of guns. Chen Tao quickly knew how to load and load the gun.
After loading, Chen Tao felt that the backpack behind him had gained several kilograms more, and the pressure on his shoulders felt a little uncomfortable. The part that had been hit just now was aching. Chen Tao gritted his teeth and chose to endure and persevere.
Now that things have happened, he can also see that the following group of people are not of the same mind, and each has his own camp. Boss Zhang, Yan, and brothers Ah Cheng and Dabing are in the same team, but it seems that Yan and Boss Zhang are not a completely united front.
The remaining Uncle Wang and Yang Lixuan should be from Uncle Long's side. Although they don't communicate much, Chen Tao has a vague feeling that the relationship between Uncle Wang and Uncle Long is unusual.
Since this place is so messy and I myself have caused a lot of trouble to Uncle Long, I can't let Uncle Long worry anymore.
Thinking to himself, Chen Tao clenched his fist tightly. He hung the submachine gun diagonally on his chest and looked at other places behind the box with his flashlight.
"Huh? What is that?"
Not far away, behind several large boxes, Chen Tao found a small iron box. When he opened it, he saw three tubes inside. It looks a bit like a grenade, but not at all. There is a layer of red paint on it, which looks a bit like a glass beer bottle. Chen Tao picked it up and shook it, and there seemed to be the sound of liquid inside.
"This..." Uncle Long looked at the mountain ghost. The mountain ghost picked up one and looked at it carefully, even put it up to his nose and smelled it, and said
"Could this thing be a Molotov cocktail?"
"Isn't the burning flask made of glass? Is it made of iron?" Chen Tao asked curiously.
"At the end of World War II, the United States used an incendiary bomb, which was filled with napalm. The destructive power after the explosion was amazing, but it was much larger than this. Is it possible that something similar was contained here?" Shangui muttered. road.
"Impossible. How long has it been since the United States burned Japan? If it was really Yan Laoxi who made it, it would definitely not be a napalm bomb!" Ah Cheng said.
Ah Cheng and Dabing were said to have been special mercenaries, and their knowledge of weapons and the like was as good as that of mountain ghosts.
"They couldn't have made this thing by themselves, right? After all, no one has ever seen such a strange thing." Ding Bing said.
"It's not impossible. Whatever, just put it away first. If you encounter some thousand-year-old salted fish, give it a devilish bake!" Haozi never packed anything, so he opened the backpack and took out the three strange things. The Eight Monsters' gadgets were installed.
"Okay, add some of Yang Lixuan's secret seasoning, it's perfect! You can eat more then." Chen Tao joked from the side.
"That's right, common man!" Haozi rolled his eyes at Chen Tao and said.
"Hey, you guy!" Seeing Haozi's expression as if he was mentally retarded, Chen Tao couldn't help but smacked his lips.
"Hey, hey, OK, OK, what time has it been? You two young guys are still in the mood to talk nonsense, hurry up and see if there is anything else left!" Boss Zhang came over and waved.
Glancing at Uncle Long and seeing him looking at him with a speechless look, Chen Tao shrugged, smiled with Hao Zi, packed up his things and rummaged around.
At this time, almost everything in the room had been turned over by everyone. Boss Zhang still didn't give up and walked around the corners behind the box. Suddenly, an exclamation came out:
"Oh, I support your mother! Where did that corpse come from? It scares me to death!"
"What? Corpse!" Uncle Long opened his eyes, took a flashlight and walked towards the corner where Boss Zhang was, and several people behind him quickly followed.
As they approached, everyone saw Boss Zhang standing aside, with a figure huddled in the corner behind a box next to him, wearing a layer of strange clothes.
Shangui and Ah Cheng stepped forward and took the body out from the corner. Under the light of the flashlight, everyone finally saw clearly what the body looked like.
It was a shriveled male corpse, hunched over and huddled in that corner. He was wearing a layer of white protective clothing. Over time, the fabric had turned yellow.
An old-fashioned gas mask hung around the body's neck. His skin had completely dried, leaving only a layer of waxy dry skin still wrapped around the bones. His hair had also fallen off. When he was pulled out, it fell directly to the floor.
When he was dragged out from the corner, a rusty submachine gun fell from his body, which should be the Sten he took from the box. The strap on the gun had changed color. When dragging the body, the gun scratched the box next to it and broke when it was pulled. The deceased's mouth was half open. Uncle Long knelt down and looked at it for a while, then asked the mountain ghost to turn the body over. He found a big hole in the cerebellum behind the skull of the corpse, as if there was a big mouth on the back of the head.
"What's going on?" Chen Tao asked.
"This man probably committed suicide by swallowing a bullet." Uncle Long used his flashlight to shine a light on the corner where the body had been huddled, and pointed at a bullet mark less than one meter high in the upper corner.
Under the flashlight light, a large piece of the concrete wall in the corner fell off, and the surrounding area was covered with black and gray spots. It was unknown whether it was due to water seepage and erosion, or the blood and brain matter sprayed by the suicide at that time.
Looking at that corner, Chen Tao seemed to see a man huddled in the corner in despair, pulling the trigger of a submachine gun with trembling hands. Thinking of this, I felt a chill down my back. I quickly shook my head to get myself out of this sudden association and asked:
"Suicide? Hiding in the corner and committing suicide?" Chen Tao glanced at the corpse on the ground. Although it was not the first time he had come into contact with this, it was the first time he had shot himself. The appearance of this corpse cast a strange veil over the underground factory, which was already shrouded in mystery.
"What exactly happened back then? Why did you hide in the corner and commit suicide?" Yan said, squinting his eyes and tilting his head as he looked at the shriveled corpse on the ground.
"This man has been dead for many years. Only the devil knows why he committed suicide. Well... maybe... his ghost is still floating around here!" Haozi said.
"Well, try calling him. Maybe he will come out and say hello to you." Chen Tao rolled his eyes at Haozi and said.
"Go, go, young man, I'm warning you two, you two have to go home and play! Don't say anything you shouldn't, especially down there, it's very taboo!" Boss Zhang shouted at Chen Tao and Haozi road.
Haozi stuck out his tongue and looked at each other with Chen Tao. The two of them were having fun, looking disapproving. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Uncle Long's face darken, so he closed his mouth knowingly and didn't dare to bite again.
"Bullet holes, corpses, suicide..." Yan picked up a bullet casing casually, "Humph, I'm afraid things are not simple..."
