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"Martin, how do you feel today?" The saint walked up to Martin Sanye and tapped his thigh.

With the passage of time, Martin is now a height that ends at the exaggerated size of [-] meters and no longer grows. This is a good thing, because there is still no place for him to stand upright in the shelter.

"As usual, I don't want to move, and I don't want to think." Martin seemed to be demented, and it took more than 30 seconds before he spoke at a slow speed.

Martin's ability is [Eater Survival], not metallization. His original purpose of eating a lot of metal was to improve his combat ability as soon as possible.

Therefore, as he maintained this unhealthy eating habit for a long time, Martin's metallization level became higher and higher, especially after the Apocalypse Day. In order to save food, Martin himself further increased the proportion of metals in the diet ratio, which eventually led to Now the consequences.

He ate too much metal, got used to it too much, and now his nervous system is getting metal too.

This is also a side effect that no one expected, but after communicating with Dr. Wu Qianying from Vault Zero, she gave a less formal solution. She asked Martin to eat more optical fiber
Even for a man who can eat metal plates, eating fiber optics is hard work, which, according to Martin, is pungent and hard to chew.

More importantly, there is very little stock of optical fiber in the shelter. If it is used as rations for Martin, it is estimated that it will be eaten up in a week.

"Big man, this is your portion for today. It's time to eat." The saint wanted to laugh every time he brought Martin a meal. Not everyone had the chance to see someone eating optical fiber as noodles.

Saints swear, the chefs who love Martin so much have done everything they can to try and make this particular meal taste good, but the nature of the ingredients is where it's at.
Martin still reacted half a beat later before saying: "I'm very fiber optic. I want some titanium alloy."

"Eat those aircraft steels again, and you will become a sculpture!" The saint raised his feet and slapped Martin hard on the back of the head, making a sound like a monk ringing a morning bell.

Then, under the supervision of the Saints, Martin, like a puppet, ate up his share of fiber optics today with slow movements.

What Martin ate was not only the optical fiber, but also the expectations and rewards from the entire shelter, because only God knows whether Martin will be able to return to normal after eating this bit of optical fiber, and only God knows that in the future, the shelter will need optical fiber Whether the problem occurs with the device transferring the data.

"Is there not much optical fiber in stock?" Martin said slowly: "I heard that the shelter in Night City has begun to resume surface activities. I want to go outside and have a look. I am the most suitable candidate."

"We'll think about it after you get back to normal." Saint didn't directly deny Martin's opinion, because he also felt that this was the best solution.

Martin's self-respect and Martin's body made him to a certain extent the most suitable pathfinder for returning to the surface.

As members of Tang Ji's team, the saints know Tang Ji's power far better than others. Although Tang Ji's flame of hatred will negate supernatural abilities, those already existing external manifestations based on supernatural abilities, It is an exception.

For example, the metalized Martin will not suddenly transform from a metal giant into an ordinary person because he is bathed in the big storm, and the saints will not lose their ability to imitate in the big storm because of this reason.

Tang Ji's power is more inclined to restrict those 'mages' than these 'warriors'.

"Dr. Wu said that I need to eat a lot of fiber optic materials, and I need long-term and stable intake." Martin still replied in that slow and half-beat tone that can drive people crazy: "The reserves in the shelter are not enough. I can go there by myself." try to find."

"Outside the shelter is the underground hangar. We are organizing manpower to dismantle the materials from those abandoned planes. Don't worry about it." The saint waved his hand, making sure that Martin had finished eating the rationed food for today, and then patted the other party's back Turned back and left the room.

In fact, the fiber optics that are disassembled from the underground hangar every day are not enough to fit Martin's teeth, but the good news is that there used to be an optical fiber factory in Tucson, hundreds of kilometers away.

The saints have already marked a route that seems to be easy to follow based on the satellite images with the wanderers who used to be the Adekado family, and they plan to venture out to investigate.

The Davis Mengshan military base itself is located in the Great Gobi, without any undulating terrain, otherwise it would not be used as an aircraft cemetery, so the influence of the big storm on this plain is still so extreme.

Even in the weak wind period, the average wind level here is as high as about sixteen.

The only means of transportation in the entire refuge that may be heavy enough to withstand a big storm is the armored bus that the saints spent money to refit.

For the safety of the children, the Saints spent a lot of money, such as external armor plates, reinforced safety cages, replaced high-horsepower engines, and so on.

In fact, if it hadn't been for a month to deliver a heavy vehicle like Beamon at that time, the saints would have spent money directly to buy a behemoth like Beamon.

But now, at least they still have a usable car on hand, and Adekado is the best mechanic and repairer in the world.

In addition, there is no shortage of relevant materials at the Davis Mengshan military base. Nuoda’s underground hangar has a lot of parts that can be disassembled. They have been preparing for this plan for several months.

The armored bus was remodeled from the beginning to the end, with reinforced triple-layer sealed glass, outer armor that minimizes wind resistance, and dustproof and windshield for the engine inlet and outlet, all of which were taken into consideration.

But the nearly [-]-kilometer unknown road still tests everyone's courage.

But fortunately, Adecador is a born adventurer, and the saint, he has always had hope for the future, and hope has brought him courage.

"Our goal today is just to test the vehicle! Got it!" Saint got into the co-pilot and emphasized to Brian who was in charge of the start.

After all, the driver looked drugged and he hadn't driven a car in 13 years, and for a man from the homeless clan, it was a living hell.

"I said I should be allowed to drive!" The young man named Saul stood behind the driver's seat eagerly, staring at Brian eagerly, his eyes full of longing.

"You know how to drive a car! Refuge boy!" Brian laughed as he looked at the generation who grew up in the refuge, and turned the key fiercely: "Today is a good day for racing!"