Just when the hot topic on the official forum changed from "Alpha 0.61 version" to "How much silver coins did the cattle and horse squad earn", a sneaky figure took advantage of the dusk to cross the snow-covered streets and arrived near the abandoned tire factory.
Looking at the village gate not far away, Wang Biao, holding an envelope in his arms, swallowed his saliva, and gradually a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
"...Why is this door open?"
Don't say the door is open.
The dark appearance is just like it has been burned by fire.
No one can be seen standing guard on the wall.
What Wang Biao found most incredible was that he had come here and didn't meet a single patrol.
Swallowed again.
Wang Biao shook off the snow on his collar, his hands trembling, pulled out a letter from his arms, and held it high above his head. As if surrendering, he walked out from the shadow of the wall and walked towards the gate.
"I, I'm from Beth Street! Delivering a letter for our mayor!"
To be honest, Wang Biao was very reluctant to take this job.
After all, these guys are all cannibals.
If it weren't for Old Charlie repeatedly emphasizing that the predators would not embarrass him after seeing the letter, and also promised him a reward of 5 chips, he would never take this dangerous job.
This is simply exchanging life for money!
Every step forward, Wang Biao felt his heartbeat stop for half a beat.
Finally he reached the door, and just when he was about to put his head over and look into the half-open door, two tentacles suddenly shook out from the crack of the door, almost hitting his nose.
"Fuck!"
Mutated cockroach!
Looking at the cockroach, which was about the size of a wolfhound and stuck its head out from the crack of the door, Wang Biao, who was already nervous, was so scared that his soul almost flew away.
Throwing the letter aside, he almost reflexively pulled out the stick tied to his waist and smashed it.
The mutant cockroaches in the wasteland are not terrible. As long as they are not surrounded by a large group of cockroaches in a nest, even the weakest survivor can easily kill a few.
Two sticks to the head!
The juice splashed out!
Looking at the cockroach that fell to the ground and turned over, Wang Biao squatted down nervously and picked up the letter that fell to the ground in a panic, fearing that it would be wet by the snow.
Then he shouted into the door.
"Is there anyone?"
No response.
His Adam's apple moved, Wang Biao suppressed his anxiety and fear, and carefully passed through the burnt village gate.
Sure enough, there was no one in the village.
The looters who were supposed to be stationed here seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
Only the broken limbs stuck on the wooden stakes and the bloodstains smeared on the wall were left, indicating that they had existed.
"Damn..."
These looters were not eaten by cockroaches, right? !
Wang Biao was partly shocked, but more of it was joy.
None of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City did not hate and fear the looters of the Blood Hand Clan.
He didn't dare to stay here for a second longer.
After confirming that there was no one inside, Wang Biao ran away.
After running all the way in the snow, he finally rushed back to Beth Street, several kilometers away, before it was completely dark. He stood in front of Old Charlie, panting, with his hands on his knees.
Looking at the letter that Wang Biao had gathered in his fist, Old Charlie frowned.
Before he could ask, Wang Biao, who was out of breath, took a deep breath and said excitedly.
"Blood Hand! Those looters from the tire factory! Gone!"
"What did you say?!"
Charlie was startled and subconsciously looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, he immediately pulled the stupid big guy into the house.
After closing the door curtain, Charlie stared at him and asked, "Please explain clearly, what do you mean by gone?"
"The village! The whole village is empty! There is no one!" Wang Biao's face was full of surprise and joy, and he said with a heavy breath, "I went in and took a look, there was no one at all... Those looters seemed to have disappeared!"
After listening to Wang Biao's narration, Charlie's expression was somewhat intriguing.
People will not disappear on their own.
There is no reason for the Blood Hand Clan to move suddenly.
But in this way, it makes sense.
Charlie pondered for a moment.
He counted out 5 dirty chips from the drawer, shook them in his hand, and suddenly, as if he had made some kind of decision, he gently placed the chips on the table.
"Put the letter from the mayor here, and take it as if you have delivered it. These chips are the rewards promised to you by the mayor, so keep them."
"Thank you, old butler!"
Putting down the letter in his hand, Wang Biao didn't think much about it, and happily grabbed the chips on the table.
5 chips!
You can exchange for a lot of good things!
Charlie glanced at him, silently folded the letter on the table, stuffed it into his pocket, and then said in a leisurely tone.
"Don't make the Blood Hand Clan public, you know what I mean."
Hearing this, Wang Biao was stunned for a moment and asked cautiously.
"... That, old butler, I'm a bit stupid, can you explain it more clearly?"
He didn't understand why the old butler's expression was so serious.
The plunderer is gone...
Isn't it a big happy event?
He couldn't wait to bring the good news home and share it with his family.
But then again, why did the mayor write a letter to the plunderer?
He had never thought about this question before, but now he began to be curious about what was written in the letter.
Looking at this brainless big guy, Charlie sighed and patiently explained.
"I told you to keep your mouth shut."
"You have already received the reward for delivering the letter. If the mayor knew that the people of the Blood Hand Clan had left and the letter had not been delivered, you know what the consequences would be."
Does this kind of thing need to be emphasized?
He was convinced.
Finally, Wang Biao understood it this time. He came to his senses and his heart trembled. He nodded timidly.
"Yes! You are talking about the Blood Hand Clan. I promise not to say a word! But, but...what if the mayor finds out?"
When he first got the chips, he was so excited. Now that he thinks about it carefully, the chips are a bit hot.
Just as the old housekeeper said.
He didn't deliver the letter at all.
If the mayor knew that he had fooled him, he would definitely peel off his skin and drop it at the door to feed the mice.
"Anything can happen in winter," said old Charlie casually, "Just do what I say, nothing will happen."
Although he was confused, Wang Biao still nodded stiffly.
"Okay...I'll listen to you!"
It's not because of trust in the old housekeeper, but because he didn't want to return the chips in his hand.
But in this way, the happy event that the Blood Hand Clan has lost can only be kept to oneself for the time being.
"Just remember it. 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 pull open the door curtain to go out, he suddenly remembered something and stopped hesitantly.
Old Charlie glanced at him.
"What else do you want to do?"
Wang Biao smiled and whispered.
"That, the matter of the kid from the Yu family..."
"Get lost."
Wang Biao was inexplicably scolded. Although he was confused, he didn't dare to talk back and ran away without saying a word.
Old Charlie sat on the chair with a curse and rubbed his eyebrows with his hand.
To be honest, he is old. Seeing the world become like this, he has nothing to pursue in this life, let alone pursue "prosperity and wealth". He just wants to live the rest of his life in peace and stability in this world after the collapse of utopia.
But now this situation is out of his control.
Pulling out a crumpled paper from the drawer, Old Charlie thought for a moment, picked up a pen and started writing on it.
"I hope my judgment is correct."
Although he has not been right many times in his life...
...
It was late at night.
With the last batch of supplies arriving at the warehouse of the outpost, Chu Guang finally counted 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 most stored in the shelter is steel ingots marked with various models, totaling 2,200 kilograms.
The surface of these steel ingots is coated with a gelatinous anti-oxidation coating, which physically isolates the intrusion of oxygen and moisture, so even after two centuries, they are still well preserved.
In addition, there are 1,000 kg of aluminum ingots, 1,000 kg of lead ingots, 1,000 kg of copper ingots, 500 kg of chromium and tungsten ingots, etc., as well as 5 kg of gold and 10 kg of silver.
These quantities are almost twice the metal consumables bought from merchants in Honghe Town!
And not only metal consumables, some non-metallic materials surprised Chu Guang.
These include 200 kg of glass fiber, 200 kg of graphite, 200 kg of oxidation-resistant synthetic rubber, 20 bottles of one-liter hydraulic oil, 30 bottles of 300 ml lubricants, 50 bottles of special adhesives, and a small amount of other consumables.
Of course, what surprised Chu Guang the most was the tool bench.
If the tool bench Xia Yan made by himself can barely be considered as black iron grade, then this tool bench is at least platinum grade.
It can even barely reach diamond grade!
Apart from anything else, the knives and various devices 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 those just produced by the factory, are enough to prove how awesome this thing is.
There is not even a trace of rust on the entire workbench.
At least that's what it looks like from the outside.
"...The motor can't start. It's probably a circuit problem. Maybe one of the parts inside is aging. But it's not a big problem. It should work after a repair."
Inside the weapon shop.
After studying the 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 beside him and asked curiously.
"Where did you get this good stuff?"
Chu Guang had a bright and sunny smile on his face.
"It doesn't matter where I got it from. What matters is that I have a group of hardworking and brave little players. With them, I can always get some good things."
This slightly boastful tone made Xia Yan couldn't help but bury her head and continue to think about the equipment in front of her.
She did this not because she was so hardworking.
She just didn't want her little eye-rolling action to be seen by her dear boss.
"If this workbench can be repaired, the speed of making bullets will probably be much faster. And this workbench has quite a lot of functions. In addition to cutting tools, it even has stamping modules and drill bits... By the way, what 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 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 we can make guns?"
He didn't understand the professional stuff, but he heard from the players that the main reason why the No. 81 Steel Plant couldn't make guns was that it couldn't make seamless steel pipes.
If they could make this thing, at least half of the problem would be solved.
Hearing Chu Guang's question, Xia Yan answered as a matter of course.
"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 you mold the steel ingot into a steel rod at high temperature, you can get a barrel blank, and then drill and rifle, and a 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 to use, it's not very difficult to make a barrel blank. I feel that your steel plant should be able to handle it."
Chu Guang looked at Xia Yan with some surprise.
It seems that this guy is still a bit capable.
It's just that he's lazy.
"I'll find someone to fix the barrel blank, but what about the receiver parts? Can you make them?"
"That's easy. I'll show you my skills after I fix the workbench. It'll only take two days...if everything goes well," Xia Yan couldn't help yawning, and looked at Chu Guang and suggested, "Look, it's dark... and there's no way to fix it. Can I go back first? I have to get up early tomorrow."
"You go back first."
"What about you? Are you not going back?"
Chu Guang glanced at the time on the VM and replied casually.
"I still have something to do. I should be able to finish it before twelve o'clock in the morning."
"Twelve o'clock? Okay, I won't wait for you then."
After turning off the lantern on the table, Xia Yan closed the door of the weapon shop, held the crutches under his elbow, and walked towards the sanatorium.
Chu Guang did not stay here, but returned to the warehouse, watching Old Luca and two warehouse managers sort the materials and store them in the warehouse.
This batch of materials is enough for the outpost to digest for a while.
Even if his professional players can waste it, let them waste it until the beginning of next spring, the problem should not be too big!
The materials that should be counted have been counted, and this windfall also made Chu Guang completely happy. Next, it is time for his little players to have a good time.
"The income of the copy... Let me think about it."
Considering the value alone, this batch of resources is worth at least 2,000 silver coins or even more. However, from the perspective of game balance, anything above 1,000 silver coins will affect the balance.
It took only 4 days for the cattle and horse team to discover and attack the entire copy. If the total income is 1,000 silver coins, it means that their average daily income per person is 62.5 silver coins.
Emmm...
Well, it's not too far-fetched.
Equipment loss, ammunition and supplies consumed... These all have costs, and it seems that a stranger joined their team halfway.
So it's actually divided among five people?
After struggling between the two issues of actual value and balance for five minutes, 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 too lazy to worry about it.
Let them do whatever they want.
These numbers are enough to make them happy for a while.