Chapter 594 - 290 Royal Cinema_3
All 30 cars were scrap vehicles, but even scrap vehicles could be scavenged. Sure enough, the first car had a lighter, commonplace in Future City but now a treasure. Still, with the lighter, I’d lost the chance to tease Maya by making fire with sticks.
The second car had a can of lighter fluid.
The third car had half a comb, a pity it wasn’t a System Item—barely touched, its teeth broke off and fell away.
Finally, under the canvas of the tenth pickup truck, I found something valuable: a can of gasoline. Now I could finally make Incendiary Grenades.
Next, I saw a two-seater scrap sports car that looked like it might be a highway star. Hoping against hope, I inspected it and sure enough, it was scrap, unfixable. Glancing inside, I spotted something in the back seat. After making sure there were no Mutant Zombies around, I broke the window with my pistol, checking again for zombies lured by the noise.
I reached inside, and from the non-existent rear seat area, which was really for storing items, I retrieved a long cardboard box. In an age when leather had rotted away, this box looked new. So when I picked it up, my heart lifted. Then I felt the weight, or lack of it; the box was light, definitely not a real gun.
Opening the cardboard box, I saw a knife, a very beautiful one. It looked similar to a Tang Sword, with a thin and seemingly fragile blade that felt like it would snap if swung with force, but it was actually a solid knife.
A composite mutated knife, created with the most advanced space technology cold weapon, weighing 0.15 kg. Medium lethality, all other properties quite ordinary. The advantage, of course, was its low weight. The fatal flaw was its low durability. Wonder if Maya is happy or sad? Better hurry and give it to her.
Maya took the mutated knife, her expression very complex after checking its attributes, but she quickly composed herself: "Thank you."
"You’re welcome." Boring. If it were me who had gotten this thing, I’d have thrown a fit and complained.
I continued rummaging through the cars, finding it interesting, more fun than opening mystery boxes. You’re guaranteed to find something in a mystery box, but scrap cars barely have anything, so finding something is a victory. To really scavenge, I should head to the four small streets: East, West, South, North; each lined with three to five shops, surely plentiful in supplies, but I was convinced they were also teeming with more zombies.