Many people will think that this guy is quite professional when they see Egg doing experiments seriously;
But when they see the experimental records he wrote on the recording paper, most people will think that he may be mentally ill: This guy is probably not a fool. Where can he repeatedly study the detonation effects of impact and combustion?
This is because there is no such thing as a "fireworks factory accident" in most people's minds.
But after Iger experienced an accident at a nearby fireworks factory a few kilometers away when he was young, the safety of explosives was definitely his top priority.
Iger didn't want to accidentally blow himself up into the sky while he was making it, well, into the sky.
If the first "collision" and the second "burning" of the material can be easily achieved, Egger must seriously consider how to make it safely.
The stability of the material is better than Iger imagined, but if the stability of the material is super strong and the third and fourth items fail, it will be another headache.
The material can withstand both ordinary impacts and general combustion. On the other hand, as an explosive filler, its effect will definitely not be particularly good.
However, there is a saying that the quantity is large and the tube is full. As long as enough materials are filled in the fuel barrel, Iger believes that miracles will definitely happen.
Egger first found an empty can and then a clean iron bucket. He carried the iron bucket to the yard and poured some XX fuel from the oil drum into the iron bucket.
Next, Egger filled the materials into the can, and then carefully poured in the XX fuel. Finally, he took the can out of the church yard, walked several hundred meters and found a sheltered place to stop.
Iger placed the jar on the ground, then took out the dry cigarette in his arms, carefully shaped it into shape, and inserted it into the mouth of the jar.
Finally, it's heartbeat time.
After Iger lit the match, he stretched out his hand tremblingly to light the xxx. As soon as the xxx was lit, he turned around and ran away.
After running for at least 100 meters, Egger turned his head and took a look. ×, xxx was blown away by the wind.
In order to prevent fraud, Iger waited for another two or three minutes. Well, he could finally confirm that the note was indeed extinguished.
Egger returned to the jar, squatted down, took out the burnt xxx and threw it away, put another one on it, lit it again, and ran away again.
This time Iger was smarter. After running 50 meters, he turned around and saw that ××, xxx was gone again.
When the fuse was used as a fuse for the third time, Iger impatiently dipped a little fuel on one end, but the fuse was still dry. This caution saved his life.
This time Iger struck a match and came over, and the note burned violently. Iger turned around and ran away.
After running for more than 20 meters, Egger habitually slowed down and looked back. He saw a high flame like fireworks spurting out from the mouth of the bottle.
Before Egger could figure out how the homemade explosive became a flamethrower, he suddenly saw the air around the tank shake.
I x!
Cursing two words in his mind, that was all Iger could do at that moment.
Egg felt as if he had been pushed hard from behind, and a loud noise came after the shock wave. His body had lost his balance, and he fell heavily to the ground like a vicious dog grabbing shit.
Egg lay on the grass and took a few breaths before turning over again. He looked at the white clouds floating in the blue sky, his mind going blank.
After a while, all kinds of fears came to the fore, and Iger was sweating profusely: If he hadn't been cautious over and over again, I might have ended up here today.
Egg's method of using materials to make explosives was wrong.
Only a bold and ignorant devil like Egger, who used his power to learn well in chemistry classes but had never done anything before, would dare to add this kind of xx fuel.
Hearing a loud noise nearby, everyone in the church ran into the yard. Vance came out last, but he brought his big gun.
Avella, who was standing guard on the bell tower, pointed to something, and then shouted to the bottom: "It's Egger!" Only then did everyone feel relieved.
It must be said that Americans are very alert. When they hear an unknown loud noise, their first reaction is to lean against the wall, crouch, and lower their bodies to find cover.
After hearing the noise, most people in the Central Plains craned their necks and looked around to see where there was something exciting that they could watch.
After several people came to Iger, Iger was still lying lazily on the grass. Vance walked up to him, lowered his head and asked Iger: "Success?"
Egg nodded. He was still lying on the ground without getting up. He pointed at his left foot and said with a hint of pain, "Can anyone help pull it? The ankle joint of this foot is dislocated."
When Vance jumped into the church with Egg on one leg and found Father Locke, Egg's ankle was already swollen like a bun.
Father Locke signaled Vance to help Egger sit down on the wooden bench. He asked Egger to lift his leg on the bench. After fully straightening it, he reached out and touched around the ankle joint.
"Hey, hey, hey, it hurts." Iger grinned and said to Father Locke: "There is no fracture, I just saw a dislocation injury."
As soon as Iger felt pain, he reported the injury directly without regard to personal privacy.
Father Locke gently squeezed Iger's feet with his hands and said, "Take a deep breath, hold your breath, and bear it for a while."
As soon as Iger was able to hold his breath, he heard two "clicks", which made him burst into tears from the pain.
"Okay." Father Locke stood up and said to Egg, "What now?"
After Egger regained his composure, he glanced at the status bar first. The ankle dislocation item disappeared, replaced by a "soft tissue injury" with -15 physical fitness.
"Soft tissue injury." Egger said, "I may need a pair of crutches in the next few days."
Father Locke nodded. Egg is now an important helper of the team, and now is not the time to let him rest for a few days.
Egger sat on the bench and said to Vance: "Uncle Vance, I already have a method for explosives. What we need now is a slow and reliable burning fuse, and one that can attract infected people.
Very noisy stuff.”
While Iger was doing the experiment, Joanna had already told everyone about Iger's plan to clean up the community, and everyone knew what he wanted to do.
"Finder, can you look at this?" Sister Maria pointed to the podium of the chapel. There was a high platform behind the podium, and there were candles on the high platform that would only be lit at night.
I'll go ahead and use a candle as a fire starter. It's really... doable.
Iger nodded. All he needed to do was find a windproof cover or wear the cup and put it on, and the candle would burn quietly, perfectly.
"Things that attract infected people." Father Locke suddenly thought of something, and he quickly walked back to the bedroom. After a while, he came back with a tape recorder equipped with two speakers.
This kind of tape recorder that plays tapes has reached a certain age, and strictly speaking it can be called a collection.
After Father Locke turned the tape recorder over, he put a pair of large batteries in it, opened the tape case, took out the tape inside and blew away the dust.
After everything was ready, Father Locke pressed the switch, and a familiar song immediately came from the tape recorder.
“just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it.
no one wants to be defeated…”
"After all these years, his songs are still so good, aren't they?" Father Locke said after shrugging his shoulders to several young people looking at each other.
"Of course." Iger nodded in agreement.
He loves MJ's high notes so much, and infected people will definitely like it very much.
