After grabbing a bite, Ye Qiu hurried out.
Since the Gas Canister showed great power!
The first battle was a success!
Naturally, he had to keep going.
Prepare more powerful items!
Of course, they had to be easy to get.
Like Gas Canisters.
Like... Molotov cocktails!
The former could be bought directly from the gas company.
The latter could be homemade!
Gasoline base, rubber thickener, sugar as fuel, concentrated sulfuric acid ignition source, then put into an empty glass bottle...
If all else failed, liquid alcohol would do!
That stuff had killed many by fire!
"Uncle Su, do you know where to buy large amounts of gasoline? Yes, in barrels or bottles, not for cars... Okay... Come drive here, I'll wait."
Ye Qiu rarely made calls.
The other end was one of the few "acquaintances" he knew.
Actually not very close.
When Ye Qiu's parents had an accident, and urgently needed transport to the hospital, no one was willing to drive them.
It was Uncle Su who finally helped, carrying the injured and unconscious Ye parents into his car, rushing to the hospital!
Uncle Su was a taxi driver!
Although his parents eventually died from their injuries, Ye Qiu remained deeply grateful to Uncle Su!
Even after twenty years of the previous life, now reborn, he still remembered him!
In just a few minutes, Uncle Su arrived.
Ye Qiu went out, locked the door, got into the taxi through the front passenger door.
Just after sitting down, Uncle Su curiously asked, "Xiao Ye, why buy gasoline? Planning to stockpile then buy a car? I gotta give you some advice..."
Whenever it came to cars, Uncle Su could talk nonstop!
Ye Qiu quietly listened.
This middle-aged man, not seen for twenty years, was still healthy, not old.
Only his face was heavily wrinkled, and his temples grayed.
Ye Qiu recalled his previous life.
Since the countdown in his mind was about to end, he had stayed at school, with everyone.
The last time he saw Uncle Su was also at school.
That day, the game appeared in reality.
Many students died there.
Uncle Su's child was among them.
Ye Qiu clearly remembered that day, Uncle Su was dazed and despondent, like a walking corpse.
Ye Qiu wanted to comfort him, but feared offending him, making him think Ye Qiu was hypocritical or insincere.
That wouldn't be good!
After all, someone who had just lost a loved one didn't need comfort.
Eventually, he turned and went back to his dorm.
Out of sight, out of mind!
Since then, Ye Qiu had not seen Uncle Su again.
Until now, they had finally met again!
After Uncle Su finished speaking, Ye Qiu said, "Not too much, a normal barrel of gasoline will do, about 150–200 liters."
Uncle Su nodded, "That's not much. An old buddy of mine runs a gas station. I'll take you there and get it sorted."
Ye Qiu immediately said, "Thanks, Uncle Su."
Uncle Su waved, "No need to thank you , it's nothing. If you bring your own barrels, you gotta pay for them, but I'll talk to them, maybe they'll give you barrels for free."
Ye Qiu replied, "Barrels aren't cheap, cost a few hundred, no freeloading. I'm not short of money."
He really wasn't short on money.
He had borrowed from all loan platforms.
Also mortgaged his house and borrowed from loan sharks.
Though the house was cheap, he still had at least hundreds of thousands on hand!
Enough to buy what he needed!
Like gasoline.
No need to buy too much.
Only Low-Tier monsters feared Molotovs.
At Level 20, many monsters developed special resistances.
For example, flame-resistant monsters.
If Molotov power was below their resistance, not only would it fail to kill, it would even heal them!
Gas Canisters were better, but effective only until Level 25–30 monster zones.
And that excluded BOSSes!
For BOSSes, Level 20 Common BOSSes might survive a Gas Canister blast!
If monsters weren't killed instantly, they would retaliate fiercely!
In the car, Uncle Su also talked about the brain game.
Saying at his age, having some random game in his mind wasn't good.
"This thing's for kids and young people," Uncle Su chuckled shaking his head.
"Uncle Su, have you played the game?" Ye Qiu asked.
"Yeah, They asked me to bind DNA or accounts... I didn't bind, just asked around. After knowing it's a game, I stopped paying attention." Uncle Su said.
"Uh... actually, you should make an account first," Ye Qiu reminded.
In the previous life, many people hadn't created accounts, mostly children aged 0–3 and elders over 70.
Children were understandable, too young to understand.
But most elders just weren't interested in the game!
Those people, in the end, were ordinary!
Because 10 days later, the game would fully descend into reality.
After that, no more accounts could be created!
"Maybe later,"
Uncle Su sighed, "So many troubles in real life, how can you have a mood for games?"
Ye Qiu said nothing more.
Other people's private matters, he wouldn't pry.
As for the brain game, he'd just let fate take its course.
Because even after the game descended to reality, even high-level players still lived difficult lives.
While talking, the car arrived at a gas station.
Uncle Su found the boss.
They obviously knew each other, so they just exchanged a few polite words, and bought the gasoline smoothly.
It was divided into several small iron barrels, easy to put in the trunk.
After loading, paid and left.
On the way back, Uncle Su took a call.
After hanging up, he looked apologetic and said to Ye Qiu, "Something came up, might delay half an hour before I can take you home..."
Ye Qiu said, "It's fine, Uncle Su, I'll nap in the car."
Uncle Su nodded repeatedly, "Okay, rest for a bit. When done, I'll drive you home and wake you."
The car turned a corner, stopping at a nearby car dealership.
Ye Qiu had already logged back into the game.
In the game, the sky was bright.
[Ding! Your friend "Thousand-Faced Gentleman" sent a voice message, accept?]
Just logged in, the system reminded him.
He glanced, and saw several voice messages from Thousand-Faced Gentleman.
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