C11 Victory Day 1

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Payson and the others returned. At this time, Moorer was moving something into the car.

"Moorer? Why didn't you go out to look for something? What are you going to move into the car later?" Ashes noticed that the thing in Moorer's hand was a 12 bottles of dark green plastic beer, filled with beer bottles.

Payson walked over to check these things. He took out a beer bottle and noticed that the bottle was filled with gasoline. The mouth of the bottle was blocked by a cotton that was soaked in gasoline.

"This is... a bomb made of earth?"

"To be exact, it is a gasoline bottle, or rather, a Mo Ge cocktail." Moorer laughed.

"How many bombs did you make?" Payson looked at the basket of beer bottles filled with gasoline and felt his heart bleeding. He felt that this kind of equipment was inefficient, crude, and not practical. It was such a precious resource that gasoline should not be wasted like this.

However, the reaction of Ashes was completely opposite to Payson's. He praised these gasoline bottles. He felt that these small things effectively replenished the firepower that he currently lacked. Even if he met a group of monsters, he would not need to be afraid.

"I made about three baskets, which is a total of 36 bottles. Of course, this time, I only plan to bring one basket. We still need to use the other places to stuff the supplies." Moorer calculated.

Meow noticed the baseball bat behind Moorer. The red wooden baseball bat was now wrapped in chains by Moorer. It was nailed to a nail, and the entire baseball bat had been transformed into a mace. Its power was definitely increased, but the weight...

"It seems that you have been dealing with these weapons for the whole morning. Then... Ashes, Meow, what kind of weapons did you get?" In fact, Payson had wanted to say "trash", and the word "trash" was about to come out of his mouth. However, considering that these things could be used, he held back his words.

Ashes smiled and took out a shining machete from his robe. This machete was 60 centimeters long, and the blade reflecting the sunlight made Payson, an outsider, recognize that it was a good knife.

"I found it in a tool store for mountain hikers." Ashes said proudly, "Apart from that, I also got two relatively new mountain pickaxes, and a bundle of sturdy ropes, about 50 meters long."

"Ashes, you are quite lucky. What about you, Payson?"

"I..." Unlike Ashes, who was born as an assassin, Payson did not focus on the old cold weapons. He wanted the spear.

In fact, as an idealist, he was not even interested in the weapons that were ignited by ordinary gunpowder. What he wanted were high-tech weapons such as the lasergun, lasers, and the Ion Cannon. At the very least, he wanted to have an automatic rifle or something.

However, the reality was harsh. Not to mention automatic rifles, there was not even a decent gun store in Vage. Moreover, the precious strategic weapon, guns, had definitely been robbed at the start of the disaster. How could someone like you, who had been late for 58 years, pick up a gun?

In the end, with the help of Meow Meow, Payson used a steel pipe and two relatively new kitchen knives to make a double-edged machete. The two kitchen knives were fixed to the two ends of the steel pipe in opposite directions. This was considered returning empty-handed.

When Moorer and Ashes saw the weapons that Payson had shown them, they could not help but laugh, especially Moorer, who thought to himself that he was being picky with these things. In the end, the weapons that he had provided were not as reliable as ours.

However, it was not the time to talk about this. After everyone calmed down, they continued to organize their supplies and prepared to set off.

At eight o'clock that night, Moorer and the others made sure that the sky was completely dark before leaving the Vage Village in the car.

In the pitch-black and quiet night, the two far-illuminating lights of the six-wheeled pickup were especially eye-catching. Two huge pillars of light shot into the darkness in front of them, illuminating the path forward.

After all, the car was driven by Ashes, and he was the real owner of the six-wheeled pickup. Therefore, the driver's position was naturally given to him.

As the navigator in the passenger seat, it was perfect for him. The Meow was resting in the back seat. Moorer had asked him to do this. He said that he would be busy with the Meow when he reached the destination.

Then... What about Moorer?

Moorer was lying comfortably in the trunk of the pickup truck. Before he started the car, Ashes and Payson had repeatedly reminded him to sit in the back seat. After all, this was a five-seat pickup truck, and the seats were extremely spacious. However, Moorer refused and only said that this seat could allow him to react quickly and provide a better view for the driver.

However, in reality, Moorer was selfish.

During the middle of the Nuclear Era, which was when Moorer was born, the pollution of the entire Antathira world was extremely severe. The city that Moorer lived in was always covered in haze, and even the sun was rarely seen.

In the first half of Moorer's life, he had never seen the starry sky. Later, he became an agent of the Golden Foundation, and the terrifying pressure of survival made him unwilling to look up at the sky.

But now? Those chemical factories that polluted the environment had been shut down for decades, and the abnormal weather brought by the meteorites had gradually recovered. The sky was once again bright, and the resplendent starry sky had returned to people's vision.

And now, Moorer had been deeply attracted by the resplendent starry sky. He did not dare to blink, afraid that he would let go of this beautiful scenery if he was not careful.

The pickup truck finally reached the highway. It was indeed as Ashes had said. The road here was clear and unobstructed, but this was also what Payson found strange.

"Ashes... Why is there no wreckage on the road?"

"It's simple. The cars have been cleaned up. The wreckage of the cars is a metal ore that is exposed to the earth's surface to us! But we didn't clean this place up so thoroughly. I think the DS organization repaired it after we were defeated..."

July 17th, one o'clock in the morning.

Moorer and the others arrived at the location that Ashes had indicated. It was just as he had said. The place had not been touched by the DS organization.

"That's the house!" Ashes pointed at a three-story building in front of them. "There's a small can factory there, and all kinds of can are produced."

"There's a fat place like this... It's impossible for no one to come and plunder it." Payson asked.

"Yes, this place must have been plundered before, but if I tell you that this is actually a branch of our Assassin Group?" Ashes said proudly.

"For something like the things that professional assassins like you hide, I think only you can find it yourself."

"Meow, you have night vision. Go ahead and explore the road. If you find a way to get in, remind us, understand?"

The Meow nodded its head and then jumped onto the second floor of the factory. In less than a minute, a familiar cat's cry came from a window.

"That's great, it found the way!"

"Payson, you stay here and watch the car. We'll be back soon!"

"Understood!"

Ashes threw a rope-bound pickaxe at the window. After confirming that the pickaxe was firmly fixed to the window, Moorer and Ashes climbed into the building along the rope.