My apocalyptic heroine has come true

Fang Jing hooked her chin and thought for a while.

In fact, she was not interested in the assumptions Fang Ming mentioned.

But as soon as Fang Jing, the elder sister, saw her cousin's eyes full of curiosity, she couldn't help but become serious.

"Since these organisms were created using gene-editing technology...why not start by cracking their genetic code? For example, we could create a CRISPR inhibitor to cut out the Dsup gene in their bodies, thus eliminating their ability to grow abnormally."

"Or, you can try another approach... just let them 'fast'."

"If, in a post-apocalyptic world, mutants like the one you describe are everywhere, then given the energy consumption required to sustain such a large population, they must have a way to absorb energy from radiation. Assuming you could create something like a beta-ray shielding matrix, then the mutants shielded from the radiation would literally starve to death."

Fang Jing said softly.

Her words made Fang Ming's eyes brighten up.

When facing mutant species, blindly pursuing firepower is indeed not a wise choice.

This approach will hurt the enemy by a thousand and hurt yourself by five hundred.

There wasn't enough open space around the shelter for Fang Ming to bomb.

Moreover, if there are other buildings in the future, this self-destructive way of cutting leeks will sooner or later be eliminated.

Although it is still a long way from that stage, Fang Ming found another feasible way from Fang Jing's mouth.

"Brother, it's the end of the world, why are you still using such a gentle method...wouldn't it be like a tornado destroying the parking lot?"

He Qiuqiu poked his head in the doorway and made a pistol gesture with both hands.

Fang Jing smiled and patted her head:

"The emergence of mutant species isn't the end of the world, but if someone were to put your idea into practice, then it would truly be the end of the world... Radiation weapons would cause irreversible environmental damage, and the remaining radiation would become food for mutant species. By then, nothing could be done to reverse the situation. That would truly be the end of the world."

"Oh, that's so complicated... I should think about what to have for supper later."

He Qiuqiu rubbed her hair. She was not interested in this kind of question and pulled Fang Jing to leave.

Fang Jing looked down at her and sighed helplessly.

It was getting late, Fang Jing waved goodbye to Fang Ming and left the ward with He Qiuqiu.

The voices of the two sisters' conversation faded away in the corridor.

Finally, I sent off my cousin and distant cousin.

Fang Ming quickly turned off the light and snuggled into the quilt.

The end of the century, start!

On the way to eat hot pot earlier, Fang Ming refrained from playing with his phone in order to avoid giving his distant cousin the opportunity to spy on him.

Now I can finally give this little heroine a good beating. I wonder what she is thinking about.

"I'm back, Xia Xiaochi."

Fang Ming held the phone in his hand, pressed the microphone and spoke.

Xia Xiaochi stood up from the bare ground in a flash.

At this time...how should I respond?

If it was in the old century, in those surviving entertainment works, girls would usually say "Welcome home, master" at this time?

By the way, are they in this kind of relationship?

They seemed to have never talked about this before.

Fang Ming would only pretend to be a servant to her in other shelters. When they were at home, their relationship would return to normal.

Let’s just say it’s… a relationship between a landlord and a tenant, right?

Or, brother or sister?

Thinking of this, Xia Xiaochi forced a smile on his face.

She carefully chose her words, trying not to sound too concerned.

"Brother Fang Ming, I'm pretty busy today."

"Yes, I'm quite busy," Fang Ming nodded. "I went out today."

"With friends?"

"Ah."

"That's great... In this world, friends are also very rare."

Xia Xiaochi recalled his childhood playmates.

She paused, then added, "Brother Fang Ming has quite a lot of sisters, too."

Fang Ming: "..."

For a moment, Fang Ming tried to understand the multiple meanings behind Xia Xiaochi's words.

In Sichuan Province, any short sentence ending with the sound "ha" is not simple.

"Did you hear that?" Fang Ming asked thoughtfully.

Xia Xiaochi looked away and nodded slightly.

"That girl is my distant relative... She's my cousin's aunt's daughter, so she calls me brother too."

"Oh, I see!"

There are no such complicated family relationships in the doomsday world. Xia Xiaochi didn’t understand it at all, but she did understand one thing.

"So he's a distant relative, that's great!"

Fang Ming: "Hmm?"

"Nothing, nothing," Xia Xiaochi shook his head like a rattle.

It's getting dark in the wasteland.

Before dark, she took out a large tube of nitric acid frosting bombs from the small module production workshop and returned to her shelter.

"The mutant species are about to emerge, Brother Fang Ming, these explosives are all yours!"

Chapter 69 One Kilogram of Explosives

evening.

Outside the Ark Shelter.

The dark night sky is like ground ink, thick and sticky.

The low-frequency roars of an unknown species vibrated in the air.

Even through the twenty-centimeter-thick recycled metal wall, one could still hear the strange resonant sound coming from the ground.

Xia Xiaochi sat on his little plastic bed, covering his ears tightly.

"Brother Fang Ming, it seems like there have been a lot more mutant species recently...it seems more dangerous at night."

"Yes, it's possible that the smell of blood around attracted them." Fang Ming nodded.

Although he used the turret laser to destroy most of the body parts last time, the blood that seeped into the ground was difficult to remove.

The mutant species that appeared at night were probably attracted by the smell of blood.

Fang Ming pulled the picture out.

Before dark, he asked Xia Xiaochi to place two lit alcohol lamps outside.

However, the moment it got dark, the alcohol lamps went out at the same time.

Fang Ming was not sure whether the mutant species had deliberately destroyed the luminous body, or whether environmental factors had caused it to be unable to burn.

At present, it seems that using flames for lighting at night is not feasible, but we can try using electric lights in the future.

In Fang Ming's operation interface.

He dragged out the nitric acid frosting bomb stored in the warehouse.

After Xia Xiaochi's improvement, this frosting bomb was changed from a detonation method that required the ignition of a fuse to a detonation method that required falling from a high altitude.

Not only is sulfur powder added, but spiral grooves are also carved into the inner wall of the shell.

In this way, when a high-speed impact occurs, the outer shell deforms instantly when it touches the ground, and the sulfur rubs against the metal tube wall to form ferrous sulfide, triggering a series of exothermic chain reactions, thereby causing an explosion.

The principle behind it should be similar to the firecrackers that Fang Ming played with during the Chinese New Year.

However, the height requirement for this thing is much more stringent than that of firecrackers.

Fang Ming dragged the nitric acid sugar frosting bomb all the way to a height of 100 meters.

By the way, Fang Ming also tested his control over the area within one kilometer and its altitude.

As time went by, Fang Ming could no longer be sure how high in the air he had lifted the nitric acid frosting bomb.

He felt as if his index finger had moved off the screen.

In the pitch-black picture, the round steel pipe, so blurry that even its outline could not be seen, seemed to have slipped out of his hand.

Fang Ming counted silently in his mind.

About 11 seconds later, a flash of blue-white light suddenly appeared on the shrinking ground!

According to the speed of sound propagation, his absolute control over the shelter's 'airspace' should be at an altitude of 500 meters.

This is already a very scary number.

Without stopping, Fang Ming quickly switched the screen to the ground.

Although he could not see anything after the explosion disappeared.

But from the wailing of the mutant species on the ground, Fang Ming judged that several mutant species were hit by his bombs.

The power is not small.

Even without aiming, being able to hit the prey is already a reward.

There are so many mutant species wandering around my shelter...

Next.