Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room was a little fascinated by it. Looking at the strong metallic gun body in Hanzhe's hand, everyone could not bear it.

"It's really a flamethrower! I'm going, then do you need to be afraid of corpses, the anchor?"

"With a fire-breathing range of more than 7 meters, this TM living person will also be directly burned to death!"

"Wait? Anchor, there seems to be no fuel in it, right?"

"It seems to be true, this TM is embarrassing. No matter how powerful the flamethrower is, it is useless without fuel?"

The audience’s question reminded him of the cold rut, so he calmed down and analyzed: "Yes, you are right. The range of this flamethrower is very long, and the gas cylinder has a high-pressure device inside, so the flame sprays the tongue. It also has a certain driving force. If you really encounter a group of corpses, the flame can instantly ignite them, and even spray the corpses directly."

"As for the fuel, don’t worry, the fuel should be nearby. Don’t forget, as I said just now, I can smell gasoline all the time here. If I’m not mistaken, this should be used for fuel. After decades of precipitation, the fuel gasified to a certain extent in the tank, which volatilized into the air through the tank."

"However, the fuel bottle here shouldn't leak, but just evaporate normally. So, there should be some fuel in the fuel bottle...Just be patient and look for it..."

At this point, the cold voice suddenly stopped. Because he was approaching a container and suddenly found that the smell of gasoline in the air was much stronger than before.

Perceiving the abnormality, Hanzhe quickly leaned over and squatted down, and then carefully slashed the lid with a dagger. Afterwards, when the container was opened, I saw six iron fuel tanks neatly listed in the box.

Hanzhe didn't rush to open it, but picked up a can of fuel and carefully shook it twice. After hearing the clattering noise coming from inside, Hanzhe was relieved in his heart.

Then, he carefully scratched the stopper part of the bottle cap with his fingers, and then twisted it in his hand. Then he turned his head and said, "Everyone, it is as I expected. These cans have a very good airtightness. The stoppers are sealed with resin glue. This will ensure that the stoppers will not rust after decades of storage."

"In addition, thanks to the good airtightness of the cans, although a lot of fuel has evaporated, there is still a surplus. Judging from the weight of the cans, there should be one third of them. There are six cans. It should be able to fill the flamethrower."

As he spoke, he took out the dagger from behind and cautiously began to pry the fuel bottle.

The cap of the bottle is similar to the iron stopper of a military can, and the stopper is carefully drawn in a circle. After removing the glue, it was easy to pry open.

As soon as the lid was opened, a strong gasoline smell immediately volatilized. Hanzhe carefully irradiated it with a flashlight, and looked down and found that the fuel inside was as expected, with one third remaining.

Seeing this, he nodded and said seriously: "It seems that the fuel in it is enough for me to use. And because the water in it is evaporating, the fuel is more concentrated. So, if it is used, it may be more powerful, but it will not be too stable."

"But it's okay, as long as the corpses can be removed. It really doesn't work, I have other weapons to use."

While talking, the rut carefully poured fuel into the fuel tank of the flamethrower. Then follow the same procedure, pour all the remaining bottles into it.

After finishing all this, Hanzhe finally breathed a sigh of relief. Later, while preparing to leave here, he said at the same time: "Okay brothers, now everything is ready, it's time to go."

While talking, Hanzhe picked up two grenades from the container on the side. After everything was ready, he took a deep breath and stepped out of the arsenal.

At this moment, as soon as he left here, the audience in the live broadcast room became nervous.

"Anchor... Why am I a little scared!"

"Don't worry about the people upstairs. The anchor is still in the fortress and hasn't gone out. Even if he encounters the corpse, he is still in the tomb."

Seeing the audience so relaxed, Hanzhe sighed inwardly. So, he adjusted his expression and said solemnly: "I advise you not to relax your vigilance so much. Next, I really should return to the tomb. However, after so long, no one knows whether the corpses are worn or not. Chased after the tomb for protection."

"If the corpse is really chasing, I guess it will be another fierce battle. Therefore, I hope everyone can stay vigilant and help me pay attention to the situation in the tunnel. If an abnormality occurs, remind me as soon as possible."

The meaning of cold rut is obvious. His purpose in looking for weapons in the arsenal is to prevent the corpses. Although it has been a day and a night, no one can say whether the corpses will chase them all the way.

After the cold talk was over, he immediately pointed the live broadcast to the tunnel in front of him, and then adjusted the night vision function to the brightest, so that the audience could become his sentry.

At this moment, as the cold talk was over, everyone in the live broadcast room finally calmed down. Recalling the previous experience, everyone became nervous, and immediately helped him stare at the tunnel ahead without reminding him.

Fortunately, however, there seems to be no crisis in the tunnel ahead. Hanzhe went all the way, and after passing the T-shaped intersection, there was still no abnormality.

Then, crossing the intersection, Hanzhe reversed direction and went straight to the direction of protecting the tomb. Going all the way, this time, the cold rut had to be vigilant.

After all, no one can tell, what is waiting for him in front of him.

However, this time I seem to think too much. All the way forward, waiting for him to arrive in front of the wall of the tomb guard, there was still no abnormality.

Seeing the hole that was knocked out by the half tank before, I swallowed coldly. Then he picked up a rock and threw it in. After waiting for a few seconds, after confirming that there was no sound on the other side, the cold rut finally stepped in.

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