The white light tube embedded in the basement ceiling flashed twice, then made a soft "pop" sound, and then slowly lit up one after another, illuminating the entire weapons warehouse.

Probably because time has passed and fallen into disrepair, resulting in a few lamps that can no longer be lit.

The little worm doesn't care so much, she really has no confidence when there is no guy around her, just two revolvers, this is simply a torture for the little worm, so the turtledove behind is still watching the situation inside the warehouse, and the little worm has rushed to the row of weapon racks closest to the entrance.

"Ahem, ahem."

As soon as she took two steps forward, the little insect was choked by the smoke and dust, and she waved her hand twice in front of her, but it had no effect, so the little insect simply squinted and walked forward, and came to the side of the weapon rack, and she reached out and touched a wooden box in front of her.

Lifting the lid of the box, she sighed as the worm saw the contents clearly.

"None of these things can be used," said the little worm to the turtledove that followed behind him, "and look at how rusty these ********** are, I guess they will explode when they are shot." ”

The turtledove didn't know about firearms, but even a person like him who didn't know about firearms could see that the guns in this wooden box were already full of dust, and the insects said they couldn't be used, so the turtledove picked one out of it, looked at it twice, and threw it back.

Indeed, the barrels of these guns are almost rusty and broken, and it is difficult to kill yourself, let alone use them for self-defense.

The two men opened several wooden crates one after the other, and the contents of these boxes were all about the same, whether they were pistols, micro-punches, or assault rifles, all of which had been turned into scrap metal because they had not been properly maintained.

"Smack!"

After looking for a long time and not finding a usable firearm, the little worm kicked on a wooden box next to it, and kicked the wooden stick on the box at that time, but the little worm was stuck in the breach of the box because of the force, and then she was even more angry.

It was easy to pull out her feet, and the little insect waved a broken spear and slammed it away, smashing everything around her, and her behavior scared the turtledove so much that she didn't even dare to persuade her, so she could only hide far away, silently waiting for the little insect to lose her breath.

……

In fact, the turtledove knew that it was not the wooden box that the little worm was angry about, and she was only venting like this because the pressure in her heart was too great.

Not to mention before, let's just say that since entering this underground research institute, the nerves of the little worm and the turtledove have been tense, after several ups and downs, the fog shrouded in the underground research institute has not dissipated, but has become more and more dense, because there are too many puzzles and still can't find the answer, it is impossible for the little worm not to be anxious.

Coupled with the imminent outbreak of the "all-purpose serum", in fact, both of them are under tremendous pressure on their shoulders.

However, the little insect is not as simple-minded as the turtledove, and she will always habitually "think too much", not that this is bad, but the more thoughtful the person, the easier it is to have an emotional breakdown.

So the heartless turtledove understands why the worm is like this, but he can't empathize, after all, he doesn't have as many thoughts in his head.

Fortunately, the little worm finally regained her composure after venting for a while, she looked at the mess around her that was tossed out by herself, and she didn't speak for a long time.

……

"Come and see! Can these guns still work? ”

Taking advantage of the fact that the little worm was losing his temper here, the turtledove was not idle, and he slipped lightly to the inner part of the weapons warehouse, and suddenly saw a row of good things.

The first thing that catches your eye is the black tarpaulin, because the few lamps in the vicinity are all unlit, and they are black, so if the turtledove hadn't come to him, he might not have been able to find this place.

Lifting the tarpaulin covering it, the turtledove was greeted by several pure black plastic boxes lined up in rows, which were much better sealed than wooden crates, and covered with a layer of waterproof and moisture-proof tarpaulin, maybe the guns inside the boxes could still be used.

The turtledove didn't dare to open the box without permission, and he shouted to the little insect to come and take a look.

The little worm, who had calmed down, listened to the sound and walked to the turtledove's side, and saw several boxes with such comprehensive protective measures, and his eyes lit up at that time, and there was a faint look of joy on his face.

"Go, go," Worm raised his hand to push away the turtledove that was in the way, "and stay aside." ”

Carefully opening the first box, the little worm looked at all the assault rifles that were tightly wrapped in waterproof tape, and was so happy that she couldn't find the north, she happily glanced back at the turtledove, and then tore the waterproof tape of one of the assault rifles.

"Yes, it's pretty well preserved."

The little bug carefully looked at the shiny assault rifle in his hand, it was not rusty like the guns in the wooden crates due to the layers of strict protection, and the little worm tried to pull the bolt, and the joy turned into nothing, - the gun still did not work.

Seeing that the little worm's face instantly turned cold, the turtledove came to the side of the little worm and asked, "What's the matter, weren't you quite happy to see you just now?" ”

"I'm happy fart!" The little insect splitter threw the assault rifle to the ground, "The people who were in charge of the maintenance of this weapon warehouse should have been whipped to death by the big-eared scrapers, do they understand the common sense of firearms maintenance, you look at so many guns, all of them are in tatters." ”

The turtledove didn't dare to pick up the stubble of the worm.

"Look at this, look at this," the little worm picked out a few guns of different lengths from the box next to him, and then said to the turtledove, "Not only do you have to use waterproof tape and apply maintenance oil, but you also have to put desiccant in the box, what's the use of just covering the outside with a layer of tarpaulin, it's really a group of retarded people." ”

"Look, there is nothing wrong with this gun on the outside, but there are already signs of rust on the inside of the barrel, you can hear the sound of pulling the bolt."

That's what the little insect said, but the turtledove didn't hear what it called "rusty sound", and he couldn't help but whisper: "Rust is rust, can't you rust a little rust?" ”

"Of course not!" The worm's ears are so good, she can hear the turtledove's words to herself clearly, "If the barrel of the gun is rusty, it will be very easy to ......"

Unexpectedly, the insect suddenly stopped talking as he spoke, and the turtledove turned his head and saw that the insect was looking down at the leftmost box in a daze.

"Actually, it's not impossible, this thing also scores."

As she spoke, the worm pulled out a thick, long gun from the box, and little by little she tore open the waterproof tape on the outside.