Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

The West Mountain base has now become ominous.

Because there are thousands of dead bodies buried underneath, the smell of corpses is thick and eerie.

If he hadn't been wearing combat uniform and hadn't had a spirit creature like Huahua with a keen sense of smell, Zhang Yi wouldn't have dared to come down rashly.

Without any delay, several people continued to move on to the next place.

Xishan Base has its huge warehouse, which stores food and other important survival supplies.

Following the instructions on the map, Zhang Yi soon arrived at the warehouse at the end of the second life warehouse.

The road was littered with rubble, but Uncle You used his special powers to easily clear away the obstacles.

The door of the warehouse was locked tightly, and it looked like it was a very complicated combination lock.

"Let me try it!"

Uncle You walked up without saying a word and swung his huge iron fist!

"boom!!"

A punch struck out, and the piercing roar echoed throughout the underground space.

But the heavy metal door only creaked, making a sound that made people's teeth ache, but it was not broken.

Uncle You put away his fist, and a three-centimeter-deep fist mark immediately appeared on it.

"The warehouse is such a strategic location, it's not that easy to breach it."

Zhang Yi said with a smile.

"Then what should we do? We don't have the key. Even Uncle You can't force his way in, let alone us."

Fatty Xu looked at Zhang Yi helplessly, waiting for him to come up with a solution.

"Don't worry, this is a good thing. It means the things in the warehouse are well preserved!"

He slowly opened the alien space and took out a bunch of tools from it.

First there was a huge tin can, then a pile of rubber tubes and iron things that looked like gun heads.

"High temperature spray gun!"

Uncle You recognized this thing at a glance.

This thing can spray flames with a temperature of thousands of degrees, making it easy to cut thick metals.

Zhang Yi smiled faintly: "Brother, there are a lot of things in the space!"

This thing was originally obtained in the warehouse area.

Although he didn't know what it was for at the time, he would collect everything he saw.

Wouldn’t it come in handy now?

After Zhang Yi assembled the spray gun, he handed it to Uncle You, then smiled and gave Uncle You a thumbs up.

"Uncle You, it's up to you!"

Fatty Xu was speechless, "Boss, I thought you were going to do it yourself!"

Zhang Yi said very bluntly: "I have never done this kind of work before, I don't have enough experience!"

What he said is also reasonable and well-founded.

As a security guard in the community for many years, Uncle You always encounters various daily problems on weekdays.

He is completely familiar with the use of tools.

Basically, whenever residents of the community encounter any problems, the first thing they think of is asking Uncle You for help.

Uncle You chuckled, took the spray gun, and said, "I know how to use this thing! I've done welding before."

He picked up the spray gun, and Zhang Yi and Fatty Xu took five or six steps back in unison.

I saw a thin blue flame shooting out from the barrel and then landing on the metal door.

The high temperature of the flames caused the surrounding temperature to rise a lot.

The metal door was very thick and heavy, and Uncle You took a long time to cut out a hole that was large enough for an adult to pass through.