When the duty is over, it is already late at night.

White Latte was panting and returned to the temporary dormitory.

On duty is not a physical job. The reason why I am hungry is because the temporary dormitory is on the 12th floor... Bai Latte has just climbed more than ten floors of stairs.

The dormitory area is very small, the window glass is broken and the wind is leaking, and the night wind is pouring in.

The white latte was made of a broken wooden board and tried it out and successfully stuck into the window frame.

"very good."

The floor is covered with wooden boards, but it is not cold. Just lie on it in a coat and pillow your arms, and you can have a good sleep.

It's a little cold, but it's not a big deal.

White Latte suddenly remembered that above the wasteland, getting married can greatly improve the quality of life.

One of the reasons is that after marriage, someone is hugged and sleeps together to make them warm, and it can be much warmer in winter.

Another special wasteland culture.

"Hehehe."

White Latte smiled and wrapped her coat tightly.

"But what should I do about the old lady's date?"

First of all, you can exchange military merit for that thing.

Bai Latte killed Grandma Zhang and killed the madman in the workshop. He got military merits and got a total of 25 points. In this regard, they all clearly marked the price. If you kill an ordinary madman alone, you can get 5 points. If you kill a professional madman alone, you can get 20 points. If you work together to kill, you can get points equally.

“Military merit is a good thing.

"Be careful to make more money in the future."

On the other hand, as a snail, can you find a way to use plug-ins and make some old lady dates?

The white latte touched the infinite refill next to it, it was cold and hard.

This thing... can make bullets and fire bullets.

But it has a half-dollar relationship with the old lady's dates?

White latte nostril jet.

"If I change the system, or change my personal grandfather, that's great.

"The plug-in is really not easy to use now.

"It's a pity... I can't change it!"

Thinking of the old lady's dates, the white latte was filled with thoughts, and the iron thorns were also remembered.

There are really many strange plants on the wasteland.

Iron thorns need nothing, and they can grow wildly at will, even flood buildings. Before traveling through time, I have never seen this thing in the white latte.

The old lady's dates are extremely strange and require extremely high concentration of fertilizer to grow. If it is replaced by ordinary plants, planted in the manure soup, the rhizomes will probably burn out. However, the old lady's dates think that the manure soup is too light? They also need to continue to concentrate the manure soup to be used as culture medium. I have never heard of this kind of strangeness before traveling through time.

White Latte had a sudden whim.

"Give these two things a hybrid?

"Or grafting?"

Of course, it's just a blind thought.

As an ordinary time traveler, Bai Latte’s understanding of grafting is limited to the word “grafting”.

After thinking about it, suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed through the white latte's mind.

“…Is this possible?”

He touched the infinite refill next to him.

The gun is still cold and hard, and can touch sharp burrs.

He got up.

"No matter whether it's OK or not, try it first!"

...

Next to the cesspool, a colleague was already on duty. Bai Latte replaced him and waited for him to walk away.

The cold moon shines brightly, and the night wind blows.

Squatting next to the cesspool, the white latte took out the infinite refill.

"This time... I eat something different."

Open the bullet cabin, be careful and pick out all six bullets.

The gun body began to tremble and began to tremble!

For some reason, the white latte vaguely felt that the trembling of the gun this time seemed to be even more intense?

There is no time to think so much.

Plop!

Throw the unlimited refill into the cesspool.

I saw that in the cesspool, brown, yellow, solid, liquid... all turned into a flowing curve, and flowed into the infinite refill in the "rustling" sound.

The picture is so beautiful that the white latte can't bear to watch... I simply turned my head away.

After a short moment, there was an extra pit in the cesspool.

The white latte frowned and used a branch to retrieve the infinite refill that had been soaked in it.

First wipe roughly with a tissue, then push out the bullet...

This bullet thief is disgusting, and his touch is actually a little soft?

White latte is careful and try to slow motion to prevent the bullet from being pushed through.

The bullets pushed out can see mottled patterns under the starlight... It's really disgusting.

The white latte is a little nauseous.

Fortunately, I was in an empty stomach and couldn't spit out anything.

The second bullet is pushed out.

The third bullet is pushed out.

The fourth bullet...how is it transparent?

The white latte felt strange.

Continue to push.

The fifth one, or transparent?

What is this?

High concentration of urea bullet?

White latte doesn't quite understand.

Quickly push the sixth, and throw it back into the cessation pit in the tremor of the infinite refill.

Plop!

In the cesspool, flow is triggered again.

The sixth bullet that just picked out is also transparent.

"Three rounds of manure bullets, three rounds of transparent?"

What's going on?

Soon, the second wave of bullets was completed.

Cut out all six pieces, throw them back into the cesspool.

This time, there are six, two manure bullets, and four transparent.

The white latte pinched a transparent bullet and watched carefully in the moonlight.

The more I look at it, the more familiar it looks.

"Is this an air bullet?"

I have tried it before, a very stretched air bullet.

This kind of bullet is like a fart, and it is extremely useless.

The white latte held the transparent bullet in his hand, observed carefully, weighed it carefully, and finally confirmed it.

I'm afraid... it's really an air bullet!

"Um?"
To be continued...