Chapter 339 West Mountain Base Armory
Steven placed the bodies of Austin and his group into the extradimensional space.
They might have some useful items on them, so Steven decided to store them first and check later when he got back.
As for potentially making enemies with Silverlake Base because of this, Steven wasn't afraid.
He didn't want trouble, but he wasn't afraid of it either.
If Austin hadn't been so arrogant, Steven wouldn't have planned to take his life.
Since Austin was already dead, he decided to let things take their course.
Steven said, "Let's go. We need to get into West Mountain Base quickly and clean out everything inside. We shouldn't stay here too long."
Although Steven wasn't sure how many people from Silverlake Base had come, it was best to avoid being discovered if possible.
No one knew him anyway, and even the people from Snowfall Cult who had left early thought they were remnants of West Mountain Base.
The group quickly arrived at the entrance of West Mountain Base.
Steven had previously blocked it with a pile of old cars and rubble to prevent anyone from taking the items inside.
He, Henry, and Fluffy worked together to clear the debris and then stored it in the extradimensional space.
In less than half an hour, they had cleared a path.
"Fluffy, you lead the way!" Steven patted Fluffy's head with a smile.
Animals have much stronger instincts than humans.
If there was any danger below, Fluffy would sense it in advance.
Of course, Steven was mainly worried that the air below might be too thin, making it difficult for them to come back up.
There wasn't much else to worry about; even if there was a gas leak, their gas masks would protect them.
Fluffy let out a meow, raised its tail, and strutted inside.
Steven smiled reassuringly. "Looks like there shouldn't be any danger."
The three of them followed Fluffy inside.
West Mountain Base had been hit by missiles and blown up with explosives, leaving visible cracks in the walls.
Thick concrete walls had split open, revealing the thick rebar inside.
It was very dark below, so the three of them turned on their miner's lamps for light.
Following the base's layout, Steven headed toward the third Life Warehouse.
The Fourth Life Warehouse was worthless, merely housing the lower class of West Mountain Base.
This area, which housed 80% of West Mountain Base's population, held less than 0.1% of its value—society's structure was always strikingly similar.
The air below was a bit stale; the ventilation system had been destroyed, and with the entrance blocked, air couldn't circulate, filling the place with a rotten smell.
The source of this smell was the Fourth Life Warehouse not far to their left.
The massive dark green iron door was tightly shut, secured with three large locks.
During the Battle of West Mountain, the residents of the Fourth Life Warehouse were the first to be suppressed and locked inside.
There were still thousands of people in there, and Steven shuddered at the thought of what it must be like now.
Even though his hands were stained with the blood of many, Steven felt a chill at the thought of such a death.
In the sunless underground, with no water, no electricity, and eventually no air, everyone suffocated together.
"Your deaths can't be blamed on me." Steven felt no guilt; even if these people didn't die now, they wouldn't escape a tragic fate in the future.
Earl shrank behind the other two. "Captain Rogers, why do I feel a chill coming from that direction? Could there be ghosts?"
"I'm not afraid of the living; if there are ghosts, what do you think they can do to me?" Steven scoffed.
Earl's cowardice was truly exasperating.
"Let's go, don't waste time here. We need to find their warehouse and armory quickly," said Steven.
The three of them turned and headed toward the third Life Warehouse. But shortly after they left, the dark green door shook violently, as if something was trying to break out.
Steven and his group didn't see this.
The corridor was littered with bodies.
Most were soldiers from West Mountain Base, and their deaths were gruesome.
Some had been killed by Steven and his group, but most had died from suffocation.
They lay against the walls, clutching their throats, some having scratched their own necks raw.
The underground temperature wasn't low, so the bodies weren't well-preserved, and some had started to decompose.
At over 300 feet underground, the atmosphere was eerie. But Steven felt no fear.
Since the apocalypse, he had seen all kinds of hellish scenes and had become numb to them.
The third Life Warehouse was where the soldiers lived, and the armory was also located there.
Following the map of West Mountain Base, Steven quickly found the armory.
At this moment, the door to the armory was already open, as if in the chaos, some soldiers had tried to retrieve weapons from inside to blast a way out.
Clearly, they had failed.
Steven walked to the armory door and peeked inside through the slightly ajar door.
In an instant, his mind buzzed as if a hundred thunderclaps exploded simultaneously!
"My God!" Steven exclaimed.
Henry and Earl came over to look, and their expressions mirrored Steven's, freezing in place like ice sculptures.
Although they had imagined that West Mountain Base's armory would be luxurious, the scene before them was beyond extravagant!
At first glance, they saw an armed helicopter parked in the center of the warehouse.
The massive warehouse, spanning over ten thousand square feet, housed tanks, armored vehicles, and artillery pieces.
Not to mention the crates of weapons and ammunition, and various modern combat equipment that left Steven dazzled.
"These weapons and equipment could fully arm a modern military force!" Henry said excitedly.
As a veteran, he knew this all too well.
"This isn't just West Mountain Base's stockpile; it must also include the Starlight City garrison's equipment, all moved here." Steven snapped out of his daze, eyes gleaming with joy.
As a man, how could he not love these war machines?
Steven opened the armory door and strode inside.
Earl, following behind, said, "These weapons are great, but in the current snowy environment, they won't be of much use!"
Steven walked up to the armed helicopter, running his hand over its cold curves.
"Of course, I know that! If they were usable, Charles would have deployed them when he attacked the shelter!"
Steven's eyes burned with excitement. In temperatures of minus 140 degrees Fahrenheit, it would be hard for this thing to take off, let alone carry out missions.
But seeing it for the first time, Steven couldn't help but feel a surge of affection.
"They couldn't use these things, but that doesn't mean we can't!" Steven's eyes scanned the vast array of weapons and equipment, a smile of satisfaction spreading across his face.
He continued, "The biggest challenge in using them for missions is transportation. But that's not a problem for me."
"Moreover, we can deploy these cannons and armored vehicles along the defensive line. They'd make excellent defensive weapons!"
Seeing such a massive armory, Steven's mind was already racing with ideas on how to use it.
He was a very frugal person, never wasting anything. In short, since they were here, he intended to take everything.
At that moment, Henry walked over and said, "Steven, this thing would be really useful for me! Can you set me up with a couple of cannons?"
Steven and Earl turned to see Henry holding a massive Gatling gun, joyfully fiddling with its parts.
It wasn't meant for individual combat, usually mounted on armored vehicles or helicopters.
Only someone with Henry's level of Physical strengthening as a Psychic could handle it.
While ordinary firearms were ineffective against Psychics, this terrifyingly powerful weapon was an exception.
Apart from Steven, who had near-physical immunity, no one would dare face its power head-on.
Even Charles, known for his physical prowess, could only dodge at high speed.
Steven nodded. "No problem, Henry. Put them in my extradimensional space for now, and I'll give them to you when we need them."
Steven's suggestion was reasonable.
After all, the thing was too bulky for Henry to carry around all the time.
Henry had no objections and agreed.
Steven pointed to the vast array of weapons around them, like a military expo, and said to Henry, "Take a good look around. Pick out anything else you like. I'll set it aside for you, so it's ready when you need it in battle."
Henry nodded repeatedly. Besides the Gatling gun, there were other things he could use.
For example, a rocket launcher in his hands was like a shotgun.
Earl wasn't very interested in the weapons but was fascinated by the armored vehicles and tanks.
Steven was puzzled. "What's the point of being interested in these? At most, they can be used as stationary cannons around the defensive line. In this icy environment, they can't move."
Even with tracks, their weight made it impossible for them to travel on snow.
Earl lay on a tank, grinning foolishly. "Captain Rogers, you don't understand. This tank is my wife. It's the model of my wife!"
Steven was taken aback but then showed a look of disdain after a moment's thought.
Blame those game companies over the years; they turned everything into women, making planes, battleships, and even trains into anime girls.
Earl was obsessed with a tank-themed anime game and was thinking of those.
Steven said, "Alright, since it's your wife, I suggest you marry it today."
Steven glanced at the tank and joked, "But where would you start? It has quite a few entry points."
Earl blushed. "How can you say such things? You're a pervert!"
Steven cursed, "Fuck."
Being called a pervert by a pervert was something Steven found hard to accept.
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