Just when the hot topic of discussion in the official website forum changed from "Alpha 0.61 version" to "How many silver coins did the Cow Horse Team earn?", a sneaky figure took advantage of the dusk and passed through the snow-covered field.
Street, arrived near the abandoned tire factory.
Looking at the village gate not far away, Wang Biao swallowed his saliva with the envelope in his arms, and an ominous premonition gradually arose in his heart.
“…Why is this door open?”
Don't say the door is open.
The dark appearance looked as if it had been burned by fire.
There are no people standing guard on the fence.
What makes Wang Biao most incredible is that he has come here without encountering a single patroller.
Swallowed again.
Wang Biao wiped the snow off his collar, with trembling hands, pulled out a letter from his arms and raised it high above his head. As if surrendering, he walked out from the shadow of the wall and headed in the direction of the village gate.
Go.
“I, I’m from Beit Street! Delivering a message for our mayor!”
To be honest, Wang Biao was very reluctant to take this job.
After all, here are some guys who eat people without spitting out their bones.
Had it not been for old Charlie's repeated emphasis that the plunderers would not make things difficult for him after reading this letter, and also promised him a reward of 5 chips, he would never have accepted this dangerous job.
This is simply exchanging lives for money!
Every time he took a step forward, Wang Biao felt his heartbeat stop for half a beat.
Finally he reached the door, and when he was about to put his head over it and put his head in the half-opened door to take a look, two tentacles suddenly came out from the crack in the door and almost hit him on the nose.
"grass!"
Mutant cockroach!
Looking at the cockroach, which was about the size of a wolfdog, poking its head out of the crack in the door, Wang Biao, who was already nervous, was so frightened that he almost lost his mind.
Throwing the letter aside, he almost reflexively pulled out the stick tied to his waist and smashed it randomly.
The mutated cockroaches in the wasteland are not terrible. As long as they don't enter a cockroach nest and are surrounded by a large group, even the weakest survivor can easily kill a few of them.
Two sticks to the head!
Juice splashes out!
Looking at the belly-up cockroach that fell to the ground, Wang Biao squatted down nervously and picked up the letter that had fallen to the ground in panic, for fear that it would get wet by the snow.
Then he shouted at the door.
“Yes, is there anyone?”
no respond.
His Adam's apple moved. Wang Biao endured the anxiety and fear in his heart and carefully passed through the burned village gate.
Sure enough, there was no one in the village.
The raiders who were supposed to be stationed here seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
Only the remains of severed limbs stuck on wooden stakes and blood stains smeared on the walls showed traces of their past existence.
“Hell…”
These predators couldn't have been eaten by cockroaches, right?!
Wang Biao was partly surprised, but mostly happy.
There is no survivor in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City who does not hate and fear the raiders of the Blood Hand Clan.
Don’t dare to stay here for one more second.
After confirming that no one was inside, Wang Biao ran away.
After running all the way against the wind and snow, he finally made it back to Beit Street, several kilometers away, before it got completely dark. Panting, he stood in front of old Charlie with his hands on his knees.
Looking at the letter held by Wang Biao in his fist, old Charlie frowned.
Before he could ask, Wang Biao, who was out of breath, took a deep breath and said excitedly.
“Bloody hands! Those looters at the tire factory! They’re gone!”
"What did you say?!"
Charlie was startled and subconsciously glanced left and right. Seeing that there was no one around, he immediately pulled the stupid big guy into the house.
Close the door curtain, Charlie stared at him and asked, "Please make it clear, what do you mean by no more?"
"The stockade! The whole stockade is empty! There's not a single person!" Wang Biao's face was full of surprise and joy, and he gasped, "I went in and took a look, and there was no one at all... Those plunderers were like
It’s like it’s disappeared!”
After listening to Wang Biao’s narration, the expression on Charlie’s face was somewhat intriguing.
People will not die on their own.
There is no reason for the Bloody Hand clan to suddenly move.
But in this case, it does make sense.
Charlie pondered for a moment.
Counting out 5 dirty chips from the drawer, he bumped them in his hands and suddenly, as if he had made some kind of decision, he gently placed the chips on the table.
"Put the mayor's letter here and treat it as if you have delivered it. These chips are the reward that the mayor promised you, keep them."
“Thank you, old housekeeper!”
Putting down the letter in his hand, Wang Biao didn't think much and grabbed the chips on the table with a joyful expression.
5 chips!
You can exchange it for a lot of good things!
Charlie glanced at him, silently folded the letter on the table, stuffed it into his pocket, and then spoke in a leisurely tone.
“Don’t make any noise about the Bloody Hand Clan, you understand what I mean.”
Hearing this, Wang Biao was stunned for a moment and asked cautiously.
“...Um, old housekeeper, I’m stupid, can you make it clearer?”
He didn't understand why the old housekeeper's expression was so serious.
The looters are gone...
Isn’t it a great joy?
He couldn't wait to take the good news home and share it with his family.
But then again, why did the mayor write to the looters?
He had never thought about this issue before, but now he became a little curious about what was written in that letter.
Looking at this stupid, stupid guy, Charlie sighed and explained patiently.
“I asked you to keep your mouth shut.”
“You have already received payment for delivering the letter. If the mayor knows that the Bloody Hand clan members have left but the letter has not been delivered, do you know what the consequences will be.”
Does this kind of thing need to be emphasized?
He also accepted it.
This time he finally understood. When Wang Biao came back to his senses, his heart trembled and he nodded solemnly.
“Yes! What you are talking about is about the Bloody Hand Clan. I promise not to say a word about it! But, but... what should the mayor do if he finds out about it himself?”
He was very excited when he first got the chips, but now that he thinks about it, the chips are a bit hot.
Just like the old housekeeper said.
He did not deliver the letter at all.
If the mayor knew that he had fooled him, he would definitely have his skin peeled off and drop it at the door to feed the rats.
"Anything can happen in winter," Old Charlie said nonchalantly, "Just do as I say and you'll be fine."
Although he pretended to be confused, Wang Biao still nodded stiffly.
“Okay…I’ll listen to you!”
It wasn’t out of trust in the old butler, but because he didn’t want to give back the chips in his hand.
It's just that in this way, the happy news that the Bloody Hand Clan is gone can only be kept in his stomach for the time being.
“Just remember, you have nothing to do here, go down.” Old Charlie waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.
Wang Biao walked to the door with the chips. Just as he was about to open the door curtain and go out, he suddenly remembered something and stopped hesitantly.
Old Charlie glanced at him.
“What else do you have to do?”
Wang Biao chuckled and whispered.
“That, the matter about that boy from the Yu family...”
"roll."
He was scolded for no reason. Although Wang Biao was confused, he didn't dare to talk back and ran away without even daring to say anything.
Old Charlie cursed and sat on the chair, stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brow.
To be honest, he is already old. Seeing the world like this, he has nothing to pursue in this life, let alone pursuing any "glory and wealth" in the past. He just wants to live peacefully in the world after the collapse of Utopia.
Finish the rest of your life.
But now this situation is no longer up to him.
Pull out a crumpled piece of paper from the drawer. After thinking about it for a moment, old Charlie picked up a pen and started writing on it.
“I hope my judgment is correct.”
Although he has never been right several times in his life...
…
Late at night.
With the last batch of supplies arriving at the warehouse at the outpost, Chu Guang finally finished counting the windfall that the cattle and horse team had discovered for him before ten o'clock in the evening.
First of all, in terms of metal materials, the largest reserve in the shelter is steel ingots labeled with various models, which add up to a total of 2,200 kilograms.
The surface of these steel ingots is coated with a gel-like anti-oxidation coating, which physically isolates the intrusion of oxygen and moisture, so even after two centuries, it is still well preserved.
In addition, there are 1000 kilograms of aluminum ingots, 1000 kilograms of lead ingots, 1000 kilograms of copper ingots, 500 kilograms of chromium, tungsten ingots, etc., as well as 5 kilograms of gold and 10 kilograms of silver.
These amounts are almost twice as much as the metal consumables bought from the merchants in Honghe Town!
And not just metal consumables, some non-metallic materials also surprised Chu Guang.
This includes 200 kilograms of glass fiber, 200 kilograms of graphite, 200 kilograms of oxidation-resistant synthetic rubber, 20 one-liter bottles of hydraulic oil, 30 300ml bottles of lubricant, 50 bottles of adhesives with special ingredients, and a small amount of other consumables.
Of course, what surprised Chu Guang the most was the tool table.
If Xia Yan’s DIY tool table can barely be considered a black iron level, then this tool table is at least a platinum level.
Even barely able to get diamonds!
Not to mention anything else, just the cutting tools and various components that have not oxidized or deformed in the past two hundred years, as well as the brand new guide rails and replaceable modules that are just like leaving the factory, are enough to prove how awesome this thing is.
There was not even a trace of rust to be found on the entire workbench.
At least that’s what it looks like from the outside.
“…The motor can’t start. It’s probably a problem with the circuit. It’s probably because one of the parts inside is aging. But the problem is not serious. It should work after repairing it.”
Inside the weapons store.
After studying this brand-new workbench for a long time, Xia Yan reached out and closed the electrical box on the side of the workbench. He looked at Chu Guang standing aside and asked curiously.
“Where did you get such good stuff?”
Chu Guang had a bright and sunny smile on his face.
“It doesn’t matter where I got it from. What’s important is that I have a group of hardworking and brave little players. With them, I can always get some good things.”
This slightly showy tone made Xia Yan couldn't help but lower his head and continue to think about the device in front of him.
This is not because of how diligent she is.
It’s purely because I don’t want my dear boss to see me rolling my eyes.
"If this workbench can be repaired, the speed of making bullets will probably be much faster. Moreover, this workbench has quite complete functions. In addition to cutting tools, it also has stamping modules and drill bits... By the way, what kind of material is this drill bit made of?
Why does it feel harder than diamond? Well, if you have this thing, it won’t be a big problem to process a few seamless steel pipes.”
Hearing the word "seamless steel pipe", Chu Guang's heart moved and he asked immediately.
“Does that mean you can make guns?”
He couldn't understand things that were too professional, but he had heard players say that the main reason why No. 81 Steel Plant couldn't make guns was that it couldn't make seamless steel pipes.
If this thing can be found, at least half of the problem will be solved.
Hearing Chu Guang’s question, Xia Yan answered naturally.
"Although it's not as simple as you think, it's not too difficult if you have the tools. Let's put it this way, as long as the steel ingot is molded into a steel rod at high temperature, you can get the gun barrel blank, and then drill and rifling, and a
The barrel is almost done.”
“The more difficult part is the drilling and rifling at the back. As for the front part...if there are ready-made materials available, making the barrel blank is not very difficult. I feel like your steel factory should be able to handle it.”
Chu Guang glanced at Xia Yan in surprise.
It seems like this guy is quite capable.
Just plain lazy.
“I will find someone to find a solution for the barrel blank. Where is the receiver part? Can you make it?”
"That's simple. I'll show you my skills after I repair the workbench. It will only take these two days...if everything goes well." As he spoke, Xia Yan couldn't help but yawn, looked at Chu Guang and suggested,
"Look at this nonsense... there is no way to fix it. Can I go back first? I have to get up early tomorrow."
“You go back first.”
“What about you? Aren’t you going back?”
Chu Guang glanced at the time on the VM and replied casually.
“I still have something to do, and I should be able to finish it before twelve o’clock in the morning.”
"Twelve o'clock? Okay, then I won't wait for you."
extinguished the lantern on the table, Xia Yan closed the door of the weapon shop, held his crutch under his elbow, and walked towards the sanatorium.
Chu Guang did not stop here. Instead, he returned to the warehouse and watched Old Luca and the two warehouse managers sorting the materials and storing them in the warehouse.
This batch of supplies is enough for the outpost to digest for a while.
Even if professional players ruin his life, if they ruin it until the spring of next year, the problem shouldn’t be too big!
The supplied supplies have also been counted, and this flying wealth also made Chu Guang completely refreshing. Next, it should make his little players refreshing.
“The income from the copy...let me think about it.”
From a pure value perspective, these resources are worth at least 2,000 silver coins or more. However, from the perspective of game balance, any value higher than 1,000 silver coins will affect the balance.
It only took the Niuma team 4 days from discovery to conquering the entire dungeon. If the total income is 1,000 silver coins, it means that each of them has an average daily income of 62.5 silver coins per day.
Emmm…
Okay, that’s not too outrageous.
Equipment losses, consumed ammunition and supplies... these all have costs, and it seems that a passerby joined their team halfway.
So it’s actually divided into five people?
After struggling for five minutes between the two issues of actual value and balance, Chu Guang finally came up with a reasonable number - 1,500 silver coins!
As for how they will divide the money internally.
Chu Guang is really too lazy to worry.
Let them be.
These figures were enough to keep them happy for a while.