Back at the Hideout, Li Qinwu lit an incense candle and placed it beside the shrine, then set a bottle of cooking oil inside the shrine, roughly 150 lm.
The system then showed that it was producing Holy Oil, which would be ready to collect in 12 hours.
Although he had not seen any Chaos corruption on Agri-World 496b, in the world of Warhammer 40,000, Chaos was as common as air. It was only a matter of time.
He should stockpile some Holy Oil first. If he encountered Chaos in the future, he could use it to stir-fry a dish.
After arranging production, Li Qinwu began training: push-ups, squats, and weighted shuttle runs. He kept at it for more than two hours, leaving himself panting for breath.
He checked his personal attributes in his mind. His endurance had increased by one point to 13, and his energy had increased by one point to 11.
He wiped down his body with a cloth and cleaned himself up, then opened the Ceramite barrel holding his food. After eating a few mouthfuls of gruel to replenish his energy, he fell straight asleep.
After getting up, he checked the shrine first. The incense candle had burned out, and the oil had already transformed into Holy Oil.
He took out the Holy Oil and stored it in the warehouse for later use, lit a second incense candle, and placed in the second bottle of oil, waiting for it to produce Holy Oil on its own.
After arranging production, Li Qinwu pushed open the door and headed out. He planned to take on the Black Merchant's task and see what was going on at the Reactor.
When he reached the Black Merchant's shop, Li Qinwu said to Nipall, "Give me a pipe shotgun, 50 rounds, a helmet, five detonators, and two smoke grenades."
Black Merchant Nipall gestured to one of his underlings. The underling went deeper into the shop and soon returned carrying the items Li Qinwu had requested.
"Kind guest, that will be 500 Fertilizer Vouchers."
Li Qinwu handed over the money, picked up the weapon, and inspected it.
The pipe shotgun really was made from water pipes—the thick kind. It had no rifling, two barrels, and fired 35mm buckshot manufactured by the Black Merchant.
Li Qinwu checked the gun's condition and began putting on the helmet. It was a DIY piece of armor made from compressed fibers, with only Level 2 protection and 35 durability. Wearing it on a battlefield was not much different from wearing paper.
Still, it was more than enough for gang fights. They were just a bunch of losers armed with melee weapons and homemade guns without rifling.
After organizing his weapons and gear, Li Qinwu asked, "Where is the Reactor?"
Seeing that Li Qinwu was planning to cause trouble for the Chemical Gang, Black Merchant Nipall put on a fake smile.
"Oh, my kind guest, are you going to exterminate some bugs? That is truly wonderful!"
He took out a sheet of paper and handed it to Li Qinwu.
"This is a simple map leading to the Reactor. Follow it, and you will find the location."
A system notification flashed through Li Qinwu's mind.
Ding! New map discovered: Underground Reactor.
This was a lost Chemical Plant deep within the Lower Hive, filled with scrap metal, pipes, structures, and Ceramite. It was narrow and sealed off, dim and profound, with only a few air lamps providing light.
Li Qinwu put away the map and turned to enter the map instance, but Black Merchant Nipall reminded him, "My kind guest, be careful. The Chemical Gang scum have used chemicals to control many Chemical Dogs. There are a great many of them.
"But the good news is that the chemicals have fried the Chemical Dogs' brains. Most of them are dim-witted fools, and many can only use melee weapons. Pulling a trigger would be no easier for them than reciting the entire Imperial Truth from memory."
Li Qinwu paused for a moment, nodded, and committed the information to memory.
After leaving the Fertilizer Gang's territory, Li Qinwu followed the directions of the map in his mind toward the map instance. Passing through a series of complicated, winding underground pipelines, a green countdown appeared in his field of vision.
Deploying map: Reactor. 10, 9, 8, 7...
When the countdown ended, Li Qinwu felt the world spin. When he landed, he was already inside a special space.
This was the Reactor map. The entire map was a cube made up of five levels of metal and Ceramite structures.
At its very center stood a massive metal tank that ran from the fifth level all the way to the lowest floor. This was the Reactor contested by the Fertilizer Gang and the Chemical Gang.
The moment he landed, Li Qinwu pressed himself against a wall and listened for sounds around him. It was noisy—many footsteps, conversations, and bursts of laughter. The sounds were coming from the first floor.
Li Qinwu was currently on the fifth floor. After a brief consideration, he raised his pipe shotgun and began making his way downward.
He moved with extreme care, setting down each footstep lightly as he gradually crept downstairs.
When he reached the second floor, he heard people talking.
"As long as we take the Reactor, we can make more chemicals and control more people into joining the gang.
"Then we'll lead the brothers in a charge at the Fertilizer Gang. Heh heh, this whole place will be ours!"
Li Qinwu crept to the staircase landing on the second floor and looked down. More than ten gang members were squatting around a burning iron barrel, with a string of highly suspicious roasted meat hanging above it.
Judging from the syringes scattered all over the floor and the periodic-table tattoos on their shoulders, they were Chemical Gang lackeys.
None of them noticed Li Qinwu at the second-floor staircase. He carefully counted them: eleven men, all armed with machetes ground from metal scraps. Their equipment was pathetic.
These scum also seemed to be high on drugs. Each was rambling incoherently. At least half were lying on the ground, while those who were still upright were giggling stupidly, their minds clearly gone.
Seeing how closely they were gathered, Li Qinwu took two detonators from his pants pocket, lit their fuses with a lighter, and hurled them directly at the most densely packed group of Chemical Dogs.
Weapons in Warhammer 40,000 had one defining trait: large explosive charges. Each detonator sold by Black Merchant Nipall contained 500 grams of explosives. Together, they amounted to a full kilogram, making them absurdly powerful!
The drugged-out Chemical Dogs did not even notice the detonators landing at their feet. They were still chatting when the fuses burned down.
BOOM! BOOM!
Two violent explosions rang out. The Reactor and the surrounding structures groaned with the sound of twisting metal, while huge clouds of dust burst into the air.
The eleven Chemical Dogs had been tightly clustered together and took the full force of the detonators. Seven were killed on the spot, while four were badly wounded.
The injured ones howled and vomited blood. The blast waves had completely destroyed their internal organs. They writhed twice on the floor before dying. Only one man, whose leg had been blown off, clutched his severed limb and screamed with heart-rending agony.
Seeing that there was no longer any threat, Li Qinwu descended to the first floor. The legless Chemical Dog recognized his outfit at a glance and knew he had been sent by the Fertilizer Gang. He shouted, "The family will not forgive you! Mother will turn you into Chemical Pigs!!"
Li Qinwu could not be bothered to listen to his nonsense. He raised the pipe shotgun and blew the man's head apart with one shot, then began looting the bodies.
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