This Game Is Too Realistic
chapter-120

Just when the hot topic of the discussions on the official website forum changed from "Alpha 0.61 version" to "How many silver coins did Bull and Horse Squad earn?", a sneaky figure crossed the street covered with ice and snow and arrived near the abandoned tire factory at dusk.

Looking at the camp gate not far away, Wang Biao swallowed with an envelope in his arms, an ominous premonition gradually rising in his heart. "...Why is this gate open?"

Not to mention that the gate was open, it was so black that it looked as if it had been burned by fire.

Moreover, there were no guards on the fence.

What surprised Wang Biao the most was that he had come all the way here, but he didn't encounter a single patrolman.

Swallowing again, Wang Biao patted the snow off his collar. With a pair of trembling hands, he pulled a letter from his arms and held it high above his head. As if surrendering, he stepped out from the shadow of the wall and walked towards the gate.

"I, I'm from Bett Street! I'm here to deliver a letter for our town mayor!"

To be honest, Wang Biao was very reluctant to take the job.

After all, those people were extremely ruthless and cruel.

If Old Charlie hadn't repeatedly stressed that the marauders would not harm him after reading the letter, and promised him a reward of 5 chips, he would never have taken on this dangerous job.

After all, the probability of him getting killed by those marauders was very high!

Every time he took a step forward, Wang Biao felt his heart stop for half a beat.

When he finally reached the gate, and just as he was about to crane his neck into the half-closed gate to take a look, two antennae suddenly came out from the crack of the gate, almost hitting his nose.

"Fuck!"

Mutated cockroaches!

Looking at the cockroach, about the size of a dog, sticking its head out from the crack of the gate, Wang Biao, who was already nervous, was so frightened that his soul almost flew away from his body.

The letter was thrown aside by him in a panic, and he almost reflexively pulled out the stick tied to his waist and smashed at it.

The mutant cockroaches on the wasteland were not scary. As long as people didn't enter the cockroach nest or were not surrounded by a large group of them, even the weakest survivors could easily kill a few.

Killing it in two smashes!

Internal organs were all splashed out!

Looking at the cockroaches that fell to the ground and died, Wang Biao crouched down nervously and picked up the letter that had fallen to the ground in a panic, for fear that the letter would get wet by the snow.

Then he shouted into the gate.

"Any, anyone?"

No response.

Wang Biao's Adam's apple moved, he forcibly endured the apprehension and fear in his heart, and carefully passed through the charred gate.

Sure enough, the camp was empty.

The marauders who were supposed to be stationed here seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Only the remains of the severed limbs stuck on the wooden stakes and the blood smeared on the walls, indicating that they once existed.

"Shit..."

Did these marauders get eaten by cockroaches? !

Wang Biao was slightly taken aback, but what he felt more was joy.

After all, none of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City didn't hate and fear the marauders of Bloodhand Clan.

Not daring to stay here for one more second, Wang Biao ran away after confirming that there was no one inside.

After running all the way back braving the wind and snow, he finally rushed back to Bett Street a few kilometers away before it was completely dark, and stood in front of old Charlie with his hands on his knees panting.

Looking at the letter Wang Biao clenched in his fist, Old Charlie furrowed his brow.

Before he could ask, Wang Biao, who was out of breath, took a deep breath and said excitedly. "Bloodhand! Those marauders from the tire factory! They're gone!"

"What did you say?!" Charlie was taken aback. He quickly glanced around, and after seeing that there was no one around, he immediately pulled the foolish idiot into the house.

After closing the curtain, Charlie glared at Wang Biao and asked in a serious voice, "Say it clearly. What do you mean by they're gone?"

"The camp! The whole camp is empty! There is no one there!" Breathing heavily, Wang Biao was both excited and surprised. "I went in and took a careful look, there was no one at all... Those marauders, it's like they all disappeared!"

After listening to Wang Biao's words, Charlie had an intriguing expression on his face.

Those marauders wouldn't disappear out of thin air.

And there was no reason for Bloodhand Clan to suddenly move their camp as well.

But if what Wang Biao told him was true, the assumptions in Charlie's mind all made sense.

Charlie pondered for a moment.

Counting out five dirty chips from the drawer, he weighted them in his hand, and suddenly, as if he had made some kind of decision, he gently placed the chips on the table.

"Leave the letter from the town mayor here, and treat it as if you have delivered it. These chips are the rewards that he promised you, so keep them."

"Thank you, old butler!"

Putting down the letter in his hand, Wang Biao happily grabbed the chips on the table with his hands without thinking too much.

5 chips!

He could buy a lot of good stuff with it!

After taking a glance at him, Charlie quietly folded the letter on the table, stuffed it into his pocket, and said in a relaxed tone. "Don't say anything about Bloodhand Clan to anyone, do you understand?"

Hearing this, Wang Biao was dazed for a moment before asking cautiously. "...hmm, old butler, I'm a bit dumb, can you explain it a bit more clearly?"

He didn't understand why the old butler's expression was so serious.

The marauders were gone...

Wasn't it a good thing?

He couldn't wait to take the good news home and share it with his family.

But then again, why did the Mr. Town Mayor write to the marauders?

He hadn't thought about this issue before, and now he just started to wonder what was written in that letter.

Looking at this dumb guy, Charlie sighed and explained patiently.

"I've told you to keep your mouth shut."

"You have already received the payment for delivering the letter. If you let the town mayor know that the people from Bloodhand Clan are gone, and the letter has not been delivered, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Does this kind of thing need to be emphasized?

He was seriously defeated by this guy.

This time Wang Biao finally understood it. His heart trembled when he came back to his senses, and he nodded in agreement hurriedly.

"I, I'm sorry. I'll definitely not tell anyone about Bloodhand Clan, I won't say a word! But, but... what if the town mayor finds out about it himself?"

He was excited when he first got the chips. But now the chips in his hands were like hot potatoes.

As the old butler said.

He didn't deliver the letter at all.

If the town mayor knew that he had fooled him, the town mayor would definitely skin him and feed him to the mice at the gate.

"Anything can happen in winter," Old Charlie said nonchalantly, "you just need to do as I say, then you'll be fine."

Although still confused, Wang Biao 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 was just that this way, he could only keep the news about the disappearance of the Bloodhand Clan in his stomach for the time being.

"You'd better be. Okay, there's nothing else now, you can go." Old Charlie waved his hand, indicating that Wang Biao could leave.

Wang Biao walked to the door with the chips. But just as he was about to pull the curtain and go out, he suddenly remembered something and stopped hesitantly.

Old Charlie glanced at him. "Is there anything else?"

Wang Biao smiled embarrassedly and said in a low voice. "Well, about the brat of the Yu family..."

"Get lost."

Although Wang Biao was confused about why he was scolded by the old Butler for no reason, he didn't dare to talk back.

Old Charlie grumbled as he sat down on the chair, reaching out his hands to rub his temples.

To be honest, he was already old. Seeing that the world had become like this, he was no longer interested in pursuing anything in his life. He just wanted to live the rest of his life in peace and stability in this world after the collapse of utopia.

But with the current situation, he had no other choices now.

Pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from the drawer, Old Charlie thought for a moment before picking up a pen and writing on it.

"I hope my judgment is correct."

Although his judgement was almost never right before.

...

Late at night.

As the last batch of supplies arrived at the warehouse at the outpost, Chu Guang finally finished counting the windfall that Bull and Horse Squad unearthed for him before ten o'clock in the evening.

First of all, in terms of metal materials, the largest reserve in that shelter was the steel ingots marked with various models, which added up to a total of 2,200 kilograms.

The ingots were coated with a gelatinous anti-oxidant coating that physically blocked the ingress of oxygen and moisture, so they were still well preserved even after two centuries.

In addition, there were 1000 kg of aluminum ingots, 1000 kg of lead ingots, 1000 kg of copper ingots, 500 kg of chromium, tungsten ingots, etc., as well as 5 kg of gold and 10 kg of silver.

That was almost double the amount of metal consumables bought from the Red River Town merchant!

And not only metal consumables, but also some non-metallic materials that surprised Chu Guang.

This included 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 300ml lubricant, 50 bottles of adhesive with special ingredients, and a small amount of other consumables.

Of course, what surprised Chu Guang the most was the workbench.

If the workbench that Xia Yan made by herself could barely be regarded as Black Iron Level, then this workbench was at least platinum level.

It was even be able to reach the diamond level!

Not to mention other things, the tools and various components that had not been oxidized or deformed for two hundred years, as well as the brand-new looking guide rails and replaceable modules, were enough to prove how awesome this thing was.

There was no trace of rust on the entire workbench.

At least that was how it looked from the outside.

"...The motor can't be started. There's probably a problem with the circuit. Maybe one of the parts inside is broken. But it's not a big issue. We can probably still use it after a repair."

Inside the weapon store.

After studying around this brand new workbench for a long while, Xia Yan reached out and closed the electrical box on the side of the workbench.

Looking at Chu Guang who was standing beside her, she asked curiously. "Where did you get this kind of good stuff?"

Chu Guang had a bright and sunny smile on his face. "It doesn't matter where I got it from, the important thing is that I have a group of hard-working and brave players. With them, I can always get some good things."

This slightly proud tone made Xia Yan lower her head and continue to study the machine in front of her.

It wasn't because she wanted to work hard.

It was just that she didn't want her boss to see that she rolled her eyes at him.

"If this workbench can be repaired, the speed of making bullets will be much faster. Moreover, this workbench has many functions. In addition to cutting tools, it even has punching modules and drill bits... By the way, what material is this drill bit made of? Why does it feel harder than diamond? Mhm, with this, there won't be a problem to process a few seamless steel pipes."

Hearing the word seamless steel pipes, Chu Guang's heart moved and he immediately asked. "In other words, can it make guns?"

He couldn't understand things that were too technical, but he had heard players say that the main reason why No. 81 Steel Plant couldn't make guns was that they couldn't produce seamless steel pipes.

If he could get this thing out, 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 tools. Let's just say that as long as the steel ingot is molded into a steel rod at high temperature, you can get the barrel blank, and then after drilling and rifling, a gun barrel will be almost done."

"The more difficult part is the drilling and rifling process. As for the first half... If there are ready-made materials available, it is not very difficult to make the barrel blank. I think your steel factory should be able to handle it."

Chu Guang glanced at Xia Yan somewhat unexpectedly.

It seemed that this woman was quite skilled.

She was just a bit lazy.

"I'll find someone to find a solution for the barrel blank. What about the receiver parts? Can you make them?"

"That's easy. After I fix the workbench, I'll show you what I can do. It will only take two days… If it goes well." Halfway speaking, Xia Yan couldn't help yawning, looking at Chu Guang and proposing, "It's very late now... I can't repair it in the dark. Can I go back first? I have to get up early tomorrow. "

"You can 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 by twelve o'clock in the morning."

"Twelve o'clock? Okay, then I won't wait for you."

After switching off the lantern on the table, Xia Yan closed the door of the weapon shop. With the crutches in her elbows, she walked towards the nursing home.

Chu Guang did not stay here for long, but returned to the warehouse, watching Old Luca and two warehouse managers sorting the materials into the warehouse.

This batch of supplies was enough for the outpost to digest for a while.

Even if his Life Profession players liked to waste materials, the amount he had now could allow them to keep wasting until the next spring!

The materials that should be counted had already been counted. Chu Guang was completely satisfied with this windfall, so it was time to satisfy his players.

"The profits of this dungeon raid… Let me see..."

Considering the value alone, this batch of resources was worth at least 2000 silver coins or more. However, from a game balance point of view, anything higher than 1000 silver coins would affect balance.

Bull and Horse Squad only took 4 days from the discovery to the clearing of the entire dungeon. If the total income was 1000 silver coins, it meant that each of them would earn an average daily income of 62.5 silver coins per day.

Emmm...

Well, not too outrageous.

Equipment attrition, ammo consumed, and supplies... These all had costs, and it seemed that a passerby was also recruited into their team halfway through.

So it was actually split between five people?

After struggling for five minutes between the problems of actual value and balance, Chu Guang finally came up with a reasonable number - 1500 silver coins!

As for how to divide the money internally.

Chu Guang was really too lazy to think about it.

Players could decide for themselves.

This number would be more than enough to make him happy for a while....................................................................................................................................

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