"The body is too weak."

Old One-Eye pressed the button and took the spearhead back.

"Can you climb?"

He asked.

"Barely so."

Chu Zihang tried to clench his fists, and a sharp pain came immediately.

"No, don't do it next time, without you, I'll still shoot it down."

Old One-Eye snorted.

It's really not good, he can still overload the battery of the laser pistol and throw it out as a grenade.

Of course, considering the difficulty of getting a suitable battery at the lower level of the nest, the laser pistol can be directly disposed of as scrap iron after throwing it away.

"Go up, I'll take care of you."

The old one-eyed held Chu Zihang's ass and pushed him into the entrance of the passage.

Saved from the death crisis, the members of the mussel digging team did not have many happy expressions on their faces.

There was no point in discussing the dead companion either.

"Let's go."

Old One-Eye shouted faintly.

Everyone continued to crawl forward, only numbness on their faces except for a trace of residual fear.

After climbing through the long pipes, they came to a patio-like space.

Around the patio, dense shells clinging to the steel walls, looking more like barnacles attached to the rock walls.

"Those are grey mussels."

Old One-Eye pointed to the shells.

"Be quiet, don't alarm them now, wait a minute."

He made a gesture of silence.

After waiting for about half an hour, there was a rumbling sound above the patio.

Countless waste water and waste poured down, like a nest of steel that had just been sparsely run.

Disturbed by such a strong alarm, the gray mussels on the walls opened their shells one after another.

Most of them caught the waste falling from the air, and only a few didn't catch anything.

Old One-Eye struggled to remember the gray mussels that had returned from their empty shells, and these were the goals for a while.

After more than ten minutes, the garbage above was finally dumped.

The floor of the patio then cracked, revealing the large processor below.

The single-molecule blade rotates at high speed, cutting all the waste it comes into contact with, which is then ground into pellets by the grinder below and sent to the next round of processing.

It turned out that this patio was a large garbage disposal station.

After detecting that the garbage was basically disposed of, the processor stopped working and the floor closed again.

"Alright, we've got an hour."

Old One-Eye jumped to the ground.

The grey mussels had just opened their shells for too long, and they were probably tired at this time, ignoring the sounds made by the humans.

And the old one-eyed also knows this, so his attitude is very casual.

"Cannon, come open the shell."

He beckoned.

Chu Zihang was originally arrested to be a strong man, but now that his hand is injured, the old one-eyed man has no choice but to let himself go.

Cannon's face changed, but in the end he didn't say anything and jumped into the patio.

He picked up a piece of metal scrap that had slipped through the net on the ground, and followed Old One-Eye towards a chosen gray mussel.

Walking to a distance of about two meters, the two stopped.

The cannon grasped the inside of the scrap metal with his hand, and little by little it moved towards the gray mussel.

He looked nervous, not like he was approaching a motionless mussel shell, but like he was approaching a beast that had chosen to devour people.

Chu Zihang quickly understood why the boy was so nervous.

When the cannon was still more than ten centimeters away from the gray mussel, the gray mussel suddenly bounced out.

The off-white sticky cushion stretched long, like chewing gum that had been chewed until it tastelessly spit out.

The clam shell, harder than iron, slammed into the cannon, and he threw out the scrap of metal in his hand in horror.

The waste flew into the mouth of the gray mussel, and the shell closed instantly.

The metal was squeezed and deformed by the strong adductor muscles, and the sound made people's heads swell.

"It's now."

The old one-eyed raised his gun and took aim, firing two shots in succession.

The scorching laser burned through the anterior adductor muscle of the gray mussel.

Despite the exertion of the posterior adductor muscle, the force of closure is more than half that is no longer enough to crush the scrap metal.

The grey mussel retracted into the wall in pain, but the shell was still stuck in the scrap metal.

The old one-eyed shot was another shot, burning through its posterior obturator muscle, and now the mussel shell could not be closed at all.

It worked.

The old one-eyed face finally showed a little happy expression.

A good start is half the battle, and as long as the first one is successful, there will be a second and a third.

However, he didn't plan to drive too much, because he couldn't fish as much as he could.

The reproduction rate of the gray mussel is not very fast, don't look at the wall so much, it is because of years of accumulation.

The older the gray mussels, the higher they climbed, and the top gray mussels were the size of two people, which was the king of this clam group.

There is a high probability that there will be mussel beads in it, which is a very precious industrial material and a luxury product, which can be sold for a very high price.

But Old One-Eye never had the idea of fighting it, not only because it was very dangerous, but also because it would not be able to sell it if it was obtained.

Glancing at Chu Zihang, who was watching on the side, he decided to open a few more gray mussels today.

He liked the personality and skills of this temporary worker, and the old one-eyed decided to let him take the place of the screw.

He had already thought of the name for Chu Zihang, and it was called Chimera.

Except for Lily and Chu Zihang, the old one-eyed let everyone take turns as bait, and opened a total of fifteen gray mussels.

The mussels are big and small, but they add up enough to eat for four or five days.

Unlike the earth's mussels, grey mussels have a much longer shelf life and can be left at room temperature for up to a week without spoiling.

This is the answer that Chu Zihang asked curiously when he watched them deal with mussel meat.

He didn't know if it was good or bad, after all, on Earth, long shelf life and health are generally negatively correlated.

Of course, in places like the lower echelons of the nest, there is basically no chance of any chronic harm being manifested.

Putting the mussel meat into a self-woven polymer fiber bag, the mussel digging team is ready to leave.

Combined with the rippers outside the passage, this hunt can be described as a great harvest.

Old One-Eye wondered how to sell the Ripper for a high price, maybe he could upgrade his laser pistol.

At least turn up the frequency of the shots, lest it be like a blocked urinary tract.

And high-grade loot like the Ripper can also boost his prestige and deter potential enemies.

Although the strength of the old one-eyed is also the number one lone ranger in the settlement, who would dislike his name too loudly.

In the lower layers of the nest, a loud name can avoid a lot of trouble.

Just as Old One-Eye was about to let the cannon be the vanguard to explore the way, the sound of equipment activating appeared again in the patio.

He was shocked, could it be that he was going to take out the garbage again?

But the old one-eyed immediately realized that something was wrong, the time to take out the garbage was very regular, and it had never changed in so long.

Moreover, the sound is too quiet.

He followed the prestige, and on the other side of the wall, a passage was also opened.

In the passage, a bald head in a white robe emerged.

The old one-eyed didn't even think about it, and when he raised his hand, he shot through the bald head.

This patio is a resource they rely on for their survival and is not allowed to be coveted by others.

No matter who discovers it first, the lower level of the nest never talks about first come and first come, only about life and death.

The other party seemed to think the same way, and the bald corpse was pushed out and fell into the patio.

An automatic rifle then came out of the passage and fired back and forth into the patio.

"Take Lily and run."

Old One-Eyed shouted.

Without hesitation, the cannon picked up the little girl and rushed into the exit first.

The other children gathered in front of the exit, waiting for the previous person to get in, and then immediately got in.

The old one-eyed turned his back to them, and used his body as a shield for them.

A stray bullet shot at his body, tearing out his clothes, revealing the green armor inside.

Despite the different colors, Chu Zihang immediately recognized the carapace armor he had worn many times.

With laser pistols, carapace armor, and faith in the emperor and training for children, the identity of the old one-eyed is already on the verge of being revealed.

It's just that why the Astral Army fell to the lower level of the nest capital made him feel very curious.

It's a pity that Chu Zihang didn't have a chance to satisfy his curiosity.

A bazooka came out of the tunnel, and the pointed rocket was aimed at the old one-eyed.

"Don't move, or you'll be killed immediately."

The standard High Gothic language surprised Old One-Eye, who weighed the possibility of shooting a bazooka, and motioned for the children to stop climbing.

Bald heads carrying bazookas emerge from the passage, followed by bald heads with automatic rifles, bald heads with shotguns, bald heads with flamethrowers, and so on.

In the other passage, there were more than twenty bald heads like dumplings, and the patio was full.

Most of them wore white robes, while a few wore inferior plastic steel body armor.

These people have pale purple skin and plate-like bumps on the top of their heads.

The back of their heads is also unusual for ordinary people, and they swallow it like they have a big lump.

The group of mutants stared at the clam digging team with fierce eyes, and then split up the queue, and an elderly mutant came out of the middle.

I don't know why, Chu Zihang always felt that their appearance was a little familiar.

"Don't be nervous, kids, we're not going to hurt you."

The old mutant said in low Gothic.

His voice was slow and hoarse, but with an indescribable magic that calmed people.

"Won't hurt us? Are you referring to this? ”

The old one-eyed sneered and pointed to the warhead on the ground.

"That's because you attacked us first, sir. We have always been friendly to strangers, unless they are violent to us first. ”

The old mutant gently corrected him.

"Stranger friendly? Don't you think it's ridiculous to say such things in the lower echelons of the nest? ”

Old One-Eye pouted.

"I know it's hard, but it's right to do it. The Emperor told us to love your neighbor as your children. We are all poor people struggling to survive in this cruel world, so why should we hurt each other? ”

In order to prove his sincerity, the old mutant even signaled his people to lower their guns.

"You also believe in the Emperor?"

Old One-Eye asked.

"Of course, He is the co-master of the whole galaxy."

The old mutant pulled out the pendant around his neck, and a statue with four arms hung from it.

"Four-armed God Emperor, they're gene stealers!"

Chu Zihang finally remembered this terrifying creature and shouted loudly.

(End of chapter)