Chapter 258
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Bai Liu and the others left Taishan Station and came to the place where they had been resettled before, and found that Fang Xiaoxiao, whom they had dug out from the ice crevasse, had indeed disappeared.
"Fang Xiaoxiao also took away other team members." Tang Erda looked stern.
Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu: "So are we going to find them next? Where will they go?"
"I probably know why Edmund left and where they will go." Bai Liu breathed out, and he looked at the edge of the Antarctic continent, which shimmered in the gray sun in the sparse snow.
Bai Liu showed a relaxed, slightly joking smile: "——It seems that another player has put a little pressure on this boss, Professor Edmund, and made him temporarily give up on us. experiment, and then left to target this player."
Liu Jiayi is always the one with the quickest reaction, she turned to look at Bai Liu: "Is it spades? What did he do?"
"To carry out the main task of the game." Bai Liu looked back at her flatly, "—to make the world warm."
—————————
Next to the pure white Ross Ice Shelf.
In the waters near Victoria Land, the large amount of salt in the seawater can lower the freezing point of the water to below freezing point.
Before the arrival of the polar night, it is the time when the Antarctic is cold and warm and the sea water is cold. If a person falls into it for fifteen minutes, he will be fatal due to hypothermia.
And in such sea water, it is obviously a very eye-catching thing to see a human being who fluctuates smoothly like a whale, stops and sinks.
A tent-like warehouse built of snow blocks was randomly piled up on the shore, which contained canned food, jackets, a pair of socks neatly arranged, and a sleigh.
A drying rack is supported on the sleigh cart, and a pair of oversized boxer briefs are neatly hung on it, which are being dried on top of two burning solid-state alcohol lamps.
It seems that he is unwilling to wear other people's underwear found in the observation station, and chooses to dry his own body for reuse.
A small red flag was planted on the top of the snow block "tent", which swayed violently in the sea breeze. The material on it emitted a strange fluorescent light in the coming night, which was quite conspicuous.
The people in the sea floated and sank twice, and their swimming speed was abnormally fast, even faster than the nearby seals and killer whales that started to eat a lot for the arrival of winter and stored fat.
At least while the two creatures were tentatively hunting the man, he simply swiped, turned easily in the water, and slipped past the jaws of two of Antarctica's top predators in the blink of an eye.
Air bubbles overflowed from his lips—only from this point can one realize that this guy is a strange human being, not a cold humanoid monster born in the cold sea of the ice field.
Even the seal trying to hunt him may be wondering in his heart why this prey can't feel even a little heat radiation.
Like ice, even colder than ice.
Before they struggled to come up with an answer, this cunning "prey" flitted past their ferocious fangs, swayed their feet, opened their eyes slightly, and looked into the deep sea where there was no light. dived.
A few minutes later, Spades surfaced, dragging a tide gauge weighing several hundred kilograms in his hand.
He stepped on the ice barefoot and walked forward, dragging the huge orange-yellow framed instrument with his left hand and drawing a long trail on the snow, the water on his eyelashes and hair froze before dripping , was crushed by his outstretched right hand.
This approach is very dangerous, it is easy to hurt the eyes and skin, and it is easy to cause severe frostbite and contusion.
This kind of injury does not seem to be harmful to spades.
This kind of temperature, which is fatal to normal human beings, is so worth mentioning on him, it is not even worth the second time he reaches out to take care of the ice shards caught between his eyelashes and forehead hair.
The finely shattered ice is like small diamonds that have not been easily polished. It hangs loosely and fragmentarily on Spade's firm and smooth body. It will refract at certain angles. The amazing light falls on his low-temperature body shining brightly. on the skin.
He is not overly strong, but he looks thin when the shoulder blades are tensed. The proportion of the skeleton from the shoulders to the waist and abdomen to the ankles is really good, and the muscles are thin and tough from the back of the neck to the back of the feet. It seems that the muscle content attached to each bone and each joint has been carefully calculated and pondered to create such a strong and well-proportioned shell.
The skin does not turn blue after being soaked in sea water, but emits a kind of enamel light after marble is polished, a kind of translucent white of a loved one.
It is like an art product that is still unsatisfactory after being carved 700 million times. Most of the sculptors in the world must be driven crazy to carve such a half-naked sculpture.
The only pity is that the small half of the sculpture's face is covered by hair, and only a jaw that fits well with this artwork-like body can be seen.
Spades seemed to feel these cold, shining boulders, dragging a heavy load forward at a constant speed, and finally melted them with the surface temperature of their eyeballs.
As a result, this bright light also disappeared in the whistling huge snowstorm, and no one could notice that this cold monster that had dived into the deep sea had such a bright scene.
Spades casually threw the instrument weighing several hundred kilograms aside with one hand, knelt on top of the instrument, bent close to find out the inner liner of the instrument, and then pulled out the whip without any hesitation, as if using a whip. He grabbed the handle of the whip with his backhand like a dagger, and stabbed in.
After stabbing, he realized what he had done in a timely manner, and slowly opened his mouth, "ah".
[This is a whip, not a dagger! ! It's a long knife! ! It is not an awl or a crutch! Can only dump! ! Can poke, trample, slaughter and hack! 】
Spade reflexively recalled that new teammate who had just transferred over, the god-defying judge who broke down and screamed hoarsely in his ear:
[Give me a good use of the whip! Put all the methods of using strange weapons on the whip! Give me a little respect for the weapon form I use! ! Do you know how many points the guild spent last year maintaining your weapon! 】
The man bitterly accused him:
[Take the handle of the whip and poke it around without any hesitation, will your conscience hurt when you use it? Do you know how expensive the material is inlaid on it! 】
Spade really doesn't know this, he is only responsible for winning the game, and never cares about everything other than winning or losing the game.
He recalled how he answered the new team member who had just returned to the killer sequence:
——【It’s fine if you can win. 】
He seems to be very good at attacking in various weapon forms, and he doesn't know why the final weapon form of his personal skills is a whip.
Spade really likes to use a whip. He can make daggers or awls more convenient, and he can do it with a whip.
Because even though he is using a whip, he can also forcibly use the whip to attack with other weapons, exerting quite a strong attack power.
So in the end, he can often achieve his core purpose-to win the game.
So he didn't care much about this at all, but his teammate in the league team this time, the judge against the gods was very concerned about this.
No matter how many times the judge against God warned him with tears in despair, Spade would still go his own way and use the whip in his own way.
So the judge activated his skills. He predicted the future of Spades and threatened him viciously, Spades, if you don't practice how to use the whip well, you will lose in the league to someone who is better than you. In the hand of the player using the whip!
Spades cared about winning or losing, so he listened a little bit this time.
From entering the game to the present, Spades has been throwing the whip in a well-regulated manner. Although it is not very smooth, it is not impossible to use it.
Just now, it went smoothly, and I used the handle of the whip to directly poke open the inner tank of the tide gauge.
But the annoying new team member was there and didn’t see this tragic scene, so Spade just paused for a moment, then continued to pry off the steel cover of the instrument with a whip as if nothing had happened, and dug out the waterproof plastic inside. A thermometer wrapped in layers of cloth.
Spades tore open the tarpaulin, which contained a small vibrating metal box.
This is a very peculiar little box. It makes frequent and regular movements in all directions, and it makes a very sharp high-frequency vibration sound in Spade's hand. Just holding it will shake people's bones. Shattered to pieces.
Spades gathered five fingers together, leaving a clearly visible fingerprint on the metal box.
He directly squeezed the box, then pressed his thumb on the side and buckled inward, poking a hole in the box.
Pressing the hole poked out by his fingertips, Spade turned around and brought the small box back to the snow tent.
He could feel a lot of dust-like things constantly impacting on his fingertips, and his fingernails were congested with blood.
It should be quite painful, but it's a pity how he can't feel it.
Spades bent down and hooked off the dried boxer briefs, then bent down and rummaged through the tent with one hand for a while, found a bottle of strong acid in a plastic bottle, and then directly held the box and roasted it on the alcohol lamp.
His eyes were fixed on the firelight of the alcohol lamp, his breathing was very light, the jumping candle flame cast a warm beam of light in his eyes, and his cold skin gradually became warmer under the baking of the alcohol lamp
At the same time, the metal box held in the palm of the spade was also warming.
The metal box was heated to an unbelievable temperature, and the skin was faintly red. Spade's hand holding the box was scalded by the box and made the sound of the ice shell evaporating, but he didn't seem to feel it at all. Hot, still holding it tightly indifferently.
The dust inside the box vibrated faster and faster under the high temperature, and Spade's entire arm was trembling crazily.
After being baked for an unknown amount of time, Spade's arm slowly stopped vibrating. It seemed that the particles inside had been roasted by the constant heat until they lost their vitality. He finally felt that it was okay, so he retracted his hand and opened his fingertips. Pressing the hole on the pressed box, he poured the strong acid in the bottle into it without hesitation.
The strong acid made a violent reaction sound, and there was always air overflowing from the opening of the box, and even a layer of oxide film did not appear on the surface of the box.
Spade looked down at the box, and he heard his own system announcement:
[System prompt: Congratulations to player Spade for destroying the particle meteorological reaction device (521/600)]
[The game is coming to an end, please keep up the good work! 】
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Bai Liu and the others left Taishan Station and came to the place where they had been resettled before, and found that Fang Xiaoxiao, whom they had dug out from the ice crevasse, had indeed disappeared.
"Fang Xiaoxiao also took away other team members." Tang Erda looked stern.
Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu: "So are we going to find them next? Where will they go?"
"I probably know why Edmund left and where they will go." Bai Liu breathed out, and he looked at the edge of the Antarctic continent, which shimmered in the gray sun in the sparse snow.
Bai Liu showed a relaxed, slightly joking smile: "——It seems that another player has put a little pressure on this boss, Professor Edmund, and made him temporarily give up on us. experiment, and then left to target this player."
Liu Jiayi is always the one with the quickest reaction, she turned to look at Bai Liu: "Is it spades? What did he do?"
"To carry out the main task of the game." Bai Liu looked back at her flatly, "—to make the world warm."
—————————
Next to the pure white Ross Ice Shelf.
In the waters near Victoria Land, the large amount of salt in the seawater can lower the freezing point of the water to below freezing point.
Before the arrival of the polar night, it is the time when the Antarctic is cold and warm and the sea water is cold. If a person falls into it for fifteen minutes, he will be fatal due to hypothermia.
And in such sea water, it is obviously a very eye-catching thing to see a human being who fluctuates smoothly like a whale, stops and sinks.
A tent-like warehouse built of snow blocks was randomly piled up on the shore, which contained canned food, jackets, a pair of socks neatly arranged, and a sleigh.
A drying rack is supported on the sleigh cart, and a pair of oversized boxer briefs are neatly hung on it, which are being dried on top of two burning solid-state alcohol lamps.
It seems that he is unwilling to wear other people's underwear found in the observation station, and chooses to dry his own body for reuse.
A small red flag was planted on the top of the snow block "tent", which swayed violently in the sea breeze. The material on it emitted a strange fluorescent light in the coming night, which was quite conspicuous.
The people in the sea floated and sank twice, and their swimming speed was abnormally fast, even faster than the nearby seals and killer whales that started to eat a lot for the arrival of winter and stored fat.
At least while the two creatures were tentatively hunting the man, he simply swiped, turned easily in the water, and slipped past the jaws of two of Antarctica's top predators in the blink of an eye.
Air bubbles overflowed from his lips—only from this point can one realize that this guy is a strange human being, not a cold humanoid monster born in the cold sea of the ice field.
Even the seal trying to hunt him may be wondering in his heart why this prey can't feel even a little heat radiation.
Like ice, even colder than ice.
Before they struggled to come up with an answer, this cunning "prey" flitted past their ferocious fangs, swayed their feet, opened their eyes slightly, and looked into the deep sea where there was no light. dived.
A few minutes later, Spades surfaced, dragging a tide gauge weighing several hundred kilograms in his hand.
He stepped on the ice barefoot and walked forward, dragging the huge orange-yellow framed instrument with his left hand and drawing a long trail on the snow, the water on his eyelashes and hair froze before dripping , was crushed by his outstretched right hand.
This approach is very dangerous, it is easy to hurt the eyes and skin, and it is easy to cause severe frostbite and contusion.
This kind of injury does not seem to be harmful to spades.
This kind of temperature, which is fatal to normal human beings, is so worth mentioning on him, it is not even worth the second time he reaches out to take care of the ice shards caught between his eyelashes and forehead hair.
The finely shattered ice is like small diamonds that have not been easily polished. It hangs loosely and fragmentarily on Spade's firm and smooth body. It will refract at certain angles. The amazing light falls on his low-temperature body shining brightly. on the skin.
He is not overly strong, but he looks thin when the shoulder blades are tensed. The proportion of the skeleton from the shoulders to the waist and abdomen to the ankles is really good, and the muscles are thin and tough from the back of the neck to the back of the feet. It seems that the muscle content attached to each bone and each joint has been carefully calculated and pondered to create such a strong and well-proportioned shell.
The skin does not turn blue after being soaked in sea water, but emits a kind of enamel light after marble is polished, a kind of translucent white of a loved one.
It is like an art product that is still unsatisfactory after being carved 700 million times. Most of the sculptors in the world must be driven crazy to carve such a half-naked sculpture.
The only pity is that the small half of the sculpture's face is covered by hair, and only a jaw that fits well with this artwork-like body can be seen.
Spades seemed to feel these cold, shining boulders, dragging a heavy load forward at a constant speed, and finally melted them with the surface temperature of their eyeballs.
As a result, this bright light also disappeared in the whistling huge snowstorm, and no one could notice that this cold monster that had dived into the deep sea had such a bright scene.
Spades casually threw the instrument weighing several hundred kilograms aside with one hand, knelt on top of the instrument, bent close to find out the inner liner of the instrument, and then pulled out the whip without any hesitation, as if using a whip. He grabbed the handle of the whip with his backhand like a dagger, and stabbed in.
After stabbing, he realized what he had done in a timely manner, and slowly opened his mouth, "ah".
[This is a whip, not a dagger! ! It's a long knife! ! It is not an awl or a crutch! Can only dump! ! Can poke, trample, slaughter and hack! 】
Spade reflexively recalled that new teammate who had just transferred over, the god-defying judge who broke down and screamed hoarsely in his ear:
[Give me a good use of the whip! Put all the methods of using strange weapons on the whip! Give me a little respect for the weapon form I use! ! Do you know how many points the guild spent last year maintaining your weapon! 】
The man bitterly accused him:
[Take the handle of the whip and poke it around without any hesitation, will your conscience hurt when you use it? Do you know how expensive the material is inlaid on it! 】
Spade really doesn't know this, he is only responsible for winning the game, and never cares about everything other than winning or losing the game.
He recalled how he answered the new team member who had just returned to the killer sequence:
——【It’s fine if you can win. 】
He seems to be very good at attacking in various weapon forms, and he doesn't know why the final weapon form of his personal skills is a whip.
Spade really likes to use a whip. He can make daggers or awls more convenient, and he can do it with a whip.
Because even though he is using a whip, he can also forcibly use the whip to attack with other weapons, exerting quite a strong attack power.
So in the end, he can often achieve his core purpose-to win the game.
So he didn't care much about this at all, but his teammate in the league team this time, the judge against the gods was very concerned about this.
No matter how many times the judge against God warned him with tears in despair, Spade would still go his own way and use the whip in his own way.
So the judge activated his skills. He predicted the future of Spades and threatened him viciously, Spades, if you don't practice how to use the whip well, you will lose in the league to someone who is better than you. In the hand of the player using the whip!
Spades cared about winning or losing, so he listened a little bit this time.
From entering the game to the present, Spades has been throwing the whip in a well-regulated manner. Although it is not very smooth, it is not impossible to use it.
Just now, it went smoothly, and I used the handle of the whip to directly poke open the inner tank of the tide gauge.
But the annoying new team member was there and didn’t see this tragic scene, so Spade just paused for a moment, then continued to pry off the steel cover of the instrument with a whip as if nothing had happened, and dug out the waterproof plastic inside. A thermometer wrapped in layers of cloth.
Spades tore open the tarpaulin, which contained a small vibrating metal box.
This is a very peculiar little box. It makes frequent and regular movements in all directions, and it makes a very sharp high-frequency vibration sound in Spade's hand. Just holding it will shake people's bones. Shattered to pieces.
Spades gathered five fingers together, leaving a clearly visible fingerprint on the metal box.
He directly squeezed the box, then pressed his thumb on the side and buckled inward, poking a hole in the box.
Pressing the hole poked out by his fingertips, Spade turned around and brought the small box back to the snow tent.
He could feel a lot of dust-like things constantly impacting on his fingertips, and his fingernails were congested with blood.
It should be quite painful, but it's a pity how he can't feel it.
Spades bent down and hooked off the dried boxer briefs, then bent down and rummaged through the tent with one hand for a while, found a bottle of strong acid in a plastic bottle, and then directly held the box and roasted it on the alcohol lamp.
His eyes were fixed on the firelight of the alcohol lamp, his breathing was very light, the jumping candle flame cast a warm beam of light in his eyes, and his cold skin gradually became warmer under the baking of the alcohol lamp
At the same time, the metal box held in the palm of the spade was also warming.
The metal box was heated to an unbelievable temperature, and the skin was faintly red. Spade's hand holding the box was scalded by the box and made the sound of the ice shell evaporating, but he didn't seem to feel it at all. Hot, still holding it tightly indifferently.
The dust inside the box vibrated faster and faster under the high temperature, and Spade's entire arm was trembling crazily.
After being baked for an unknown amount of time, Spade's arm slowly stopped vibrating. It seemed that the particles inside had been roasted by the constant heat until they lost their vitality. He finally felt that it was okay, so he retracted his hand and opened his fingertips. Pressing the hole on the pressed box, he poured the strong acid in the bottle into it without hesitation.
The strong acid made a violent reaction sound, and there was always air overflowing from the opening of the box, and even a layer of oxide film did not appear on the surface of the box.
Spade looked down at the box, and he heard his own system announcement:
[System prompt: Congratulations to player Spade for destroying the particle meteorological reaction device (521/600)]
[The game is coming to an end, please keep up the good work! 】
Bai Liu and the others left Taishan Station and came to the place where they had been resettled before, and found that Fang Xiaoxiao, whom they had dug out from the ice crevasse, had indeed disappeared. "Fang Xiaoxiao also took away other team members." Tang Erda looked stern. Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu: "So are we going to find them next? Where will they go?" "I probably know why Edmund left and where they will go." Bai Liu breathed out, and he looked at the edge of the Antarctic continent, which shimmered in the gray sun in the sparse snow. Bai Liu showed a relaxed, slightly joking smile: "It seems that another player has put a little pressure on this boss, Professor Edmund, and made him temporarily give up on us. experiment, and then left to target this player." Liu Jiayi is always the one with the quickest reaction, she turned to look at Bai Liu: "Is it spades? What did he do?" "To carry out the main task of the game." Bai Liu looked back at her flatly, "to make the world warm." Next to the pure white Ross Ice Shelf. In the waters near Victoria Land, the large amount of salt in the seawater can lower the freezing point of the water to below freezing point. Before the arrival of the polar night, it is the time when the Antarctic is cold and warm and the sea water is cold. If a person falls into it for fifteen minutes, he will be fatal due to hypothermia. And in such sea water, it is obviously a very eye-catching thing to see a human being who fluctuates smoothly like a whale, stops and sinks. A tent-like warehouse built of snow blocks was randomly piled up on the shore, which contained canned food, jackets, a pair of socks neatly arranged, and a sleigh. A drying rack is supported on the sleigh cart, and a pair of oversized boxer briefs are neatly hung on it, which are being dried on top of two burning solid-state alcohol lamps. It seems that he is unwilling to wear other people's underwear found in the observation station, and chooses to dry his own body for reuse. A small red flag was planted on the top of the snow block "tent", which swayed violently in the sea breeze. The material on it emitted a strange fluorescent light in the coming night, which was quite conspicuous. The people in the sea floated and sank twice, and their swimming speed was abnormally fast, even faster than the nearby seals and killer whales that started to eat a lot for the arrival of winter and stored fat. At least while the two creatures were tentatively hunting the man, he simply swiped, turned easily in the water, and slipped past the jaws of two of Antarctica's top predators in the blink of an eye. Air bubbles overflowed from his lipsonly from this point can one realize that this guy is a strange human being, not a cold humanoid monster born in the cold sea of the ice field. Even the seal trying to hunt him may be wondering in his heart why this prey can't feel even a little heat radiation. Like ice, even colder than ice. Before they struggled to come up with an answer, this cunning "prey" flitted past their ferocious fangs, swayed their feet, opened their eyes slightly, and looked into the deep sea where there was no light. dived. A few minutes later, Spades surfaced, dragging a tide gauge weighing several hundred kilograms in his hand. He stepped on the ice barefoot and walked forward, dragging the huge orange-yellow framed instrument with his left hand and drawing a long trail on the snow, the water on his eyelashes and hair froze before dripping , was crushed by his outstretched right hand. This approach is very dangerous, it is easy to hurt the eyes and skin, and it is easy to cause severe frostbite and contusion. This kind of injury does not seem to be harmful to spades. This kind of temperature, which is fatal to normal human beings, is so worth mentioning on him, it is not even worth the second time he reaches out to take care of the ice shards caught between his eyelashes and forehead hair. The finely shattered ice is like small diamonds that have not been easily polished. It hangs loosely and fragmentarily on Spade's firm and smooth body. It will refract at certain angles. The amazing light falls on his low-temperature body shining brightly. on the skin. He is not overly strong, but he looks thin when the shoulder blades are tensed. The proportion of the skeleton from the shoulders to the waist and abdomen to the ankles is really good, and the muscles are thin and tough from the back of the neck to the back of the feet. It seems that the muscle content attached to each bone and each joint has been carefully calculated and pondered to create such a strong and well-proportioned shell. The skin does not turn blue after being soaked in sea water, but emits a kind of enamel light after marble is polished, a kind of translucent white of a loved one. It is like an art product that is still unsatisfactory after being carved 700 million times. Most of the sculptors in the world must be driven crazy to carve such a half-naked sculpture. The only pity is that the small half of the sculpture's face is covered by hair, and only a jaw that fits well with this artwork-like body can be seen. Spades seemed to feel these cold, shining boulders, dragging a heavy load forward at a constant speed, and finally melted them with the surface temperature of their eyeballs. As a result, this bright light also disappeared in the whistling huge snowstorm, and no one could notice that this cold monster that had dived into the deep sea had such a bright scene. Spades casually threw the instrument weighing several hundred kilograms aside with one hand, knelt on top of the instrument, bent close to find out the inner liner of the instrument, and then pulled out the whip without any hesitation, as if using a whip. He grabbed the handle of the whip with his backhand like a dagger, and stabbed in. After stabbing, he realized what he had done in a timely manner, and slowly opened his mouth, "ah". This is a whip, not a dagger! ! It's a long knife! ! It is not an awl or a crutch! Can only dump! ! Can poke, trample, slaughter and hack! Spade reflexively recalled that new teammate who had just transferred over, the god-defying judge who broke down and screamed hoarsely in his ear: Give me a good use of the whip! Put all the methods of using strange weapons on the whip! Give me a little respect for the weapon form I use! ! Do you know how many points the guild spent last year maintaining your weapon! The man bitterly accused him: Take the handle of the whip and poke it around without any hesitation, will your conscience hurt when you use it? Do you know how expensive the material is inlaid on it! Spade really doesn't know this, he is only responsible for winning the game, and never cares about everything other than winning or losing the game. He recalled how he answered the new team member who had just returned to the killer sequence: It's fine if you can win. He seems to be very good at attacking in various weapon forms, and he doesn't know why the final weapon form of his personal skills is a whip. Spade really likes to use a whip. He can make daggers or awls more convenient, and he can do it with a whip. Because even though he is using a whip, he can also forcibly use the whip to attack with other weapons, exerting quite a strong attack power. So in the end, he can often achieve his core purpose-to win the game. So he didn't care much about this at all, but his teammate in the league team this time, the judge against the gods was very concerned about this. No matter how many times the judge against God warned him with tears in despair, Spade would still go his own way and use the whip in his own way. So the judge activated his skills. He predicted the future of Spades and threatened him viciously, Spades, if you don't practice how to use the whip well, you will lose in the league to someone who is better than you. In the hand of the player using the whip! Spades cared about winning or losing, so he listened a little bit this time. From entering the game to the present, Spades has been throwing the whip in a well-regulated manner. Although it is not very smooth, it is not impossible to use it. Just now, it went smoothly, and I used the handle of the whip to directly poke open the inner tank of the tide gauge. But the annoying new team member was there and didn't see this tragic scene, so Spade just paused for a moment, then continued to pry off the steel cover of the instrument with a whip as if nothing had happened, and dug out the waterproof plastic inside. A thermometer wrapped in layers of cloth. Spades tore open the tarpaulin, which contained a small vibrating metal box. This is a very peculiar little box. It makes frequent and regular movements in all directions, and it makes a very sharp high-frequency vibration sound in Spade's hand. Just holding it will shake people's bones. Shattered to pieces. Spades gathered five fingers together, leaving a clearly visible fingerprint on the metal box. He directly squeezed the box, then pressed his thumb on the side and buckled inward, poking a hole in the box. Pressing the hole poked out by his fingertips, Spade turned around and brought the small box back to the snow tent. He could feel a lot of dust-like things constantly impacting on his fingertips, and his fingernails were congested with blood. It should be quite painful, but it's a pity how he can't feel it. Spades bent down and hooked off the dried boxer briefs, then bent down and rummaged through the tent with one hand for a while, found a bottle of strong acid in a plastic bottle, and then directly held the box and roasted it on the alcohol lamp. His eyes were fixed on the firelight of the alcohol lamp, his breathing was very light, the jumping candle flame cast a warm beam of light in his eyes, and his cold skin gradually became warmer under the baking of the alcohol lamp At the same time, the metal box held in the palm of the spade was also warming. The metal box was heated to an unbelievable temperature, and the skin was faintly red. Spade's hand holding the box was scalded by the box and made the sound of the ice shell evaporating, but he didn't seem to feel it at all. Hot, still holding it tightly indifferently. The dust inside the box vibrated faster and faster under the high temperature, and Spade's entire arm was trembling crazily. After being baked for an unknown amount of time, Spade's arm slowly stopped vibrating. It seemed that the particles inside had been roasted by the constant heat until they lost their vitality. He finally felt that it was okay, so he retracted his hand and opened his fingertips. Pressing the hole on the pressed box, he poured the strong acid in the bottle into it without hesitation. The strong acid made a violent reaction sound, and there was always air overflowing from the opening of the box, and even a layer of oxide film did not appear on the surface of the box. Spade looked down at the box, and he heard his own system announcement: System prompt: Congratulations to player Spade for destroying the particle meteorological reaction device 521/600 The game is coming to an end, please keep up the good work!
