Just when the hot topic on the forum on the official website changed from "Alpha0.61 version" to "How many silver coins did The Cowboy Team earn?", a sneaky figure walked across the snow-covered street at dusk, arrived near the abandoned tire factory.
Looking at the gate of the factory not far away, Mark Malcolm swallowed with an envelope in his arms, and a sense of ominous premonition gradually rose in his heart.
"...Why is this door open?"
Not to mention the door is open. Its black appearance was almost as if it had been burned by fire. There was no one on guard on the fence.
What surprised Mark the most was that he had come here without encountering a single patrolling person.
He swallowed again.
Mark patted the snow off his collar, and with trembling hands, he pulled out a letter from his bosom and held it high above his head. As if surrendering, he walked out from the shadow of the wall and walked towards the gate of the factory.
"I, I'm from Beit Street! Delivering letters for our mayor!"
To be honest, Mark was very reluctant to take the job. After all, here are some guys who eat people and don't spit out their bones.
If old Charlie hadn't repeatedly emphasized that those predators would not kill him after reading this letter, and promised him a reward of 5 chips, he would never have accepted this dangerous job. This is simply exchanging life for money!
Every time he took a step forward, Mark felt his heartbeat stop for half a beat.
He finally reached the door, and just as he was about to put his head closer and peek inside the half-open door, two tentacles suddenly came out from the crack of the door, almost hitting his nose.
"F*ck!"
Mutated cockroaches! Seeing the cockroach about the size of a wolf dog poking its head out from the crack of the door, Mark, who was already nervous, was so frightened that his soul almost flew away.
Throwing the letter aside, he pulled out the stick tied around his waist almost reflexively, and smashed it at random.
The mutated cockroaches in the wasteland are not terrible, as long as they don't enter the cockroach nest and are surrounded by a large group, even the weakest survivors can easily kill a few of them.
Headshot with two sticks! Juice splattered!
Looking at the cockroach that fell on the ground and turned its belly, Mark squatted down nervously, and picked up the letter that fell on the ground in a panic, for fear of being wet by the snow.
Then he yelled at the door.
"Hello, is there anyone?"
No respond. The Adam's apple moved, Mark resisted the apprehension and fear in his heart, and walked carefully through the burnt gate of the factory.
Sure enough, there was no one in the factory. The predators 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 stakes and the bloodstains smeared on the walls showed the traces of their existence.
"Damn..."
These predators will not be eaten by cockroaches, right?! One part of Mark's heart was surprised, but more of it was joy.
None of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Spring City not hated and feared the predators of the Bloody Hand clan.
Don't dare to stay here for a second. After confirming that there was no one inside, Mark ran away.
After running all the way with the wind and snow on his back, he finally rushed back to Beit Street, several 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 that Mark kept in his fist, old Charlie frowned.
Before he could ask, Mark, who was out of breath, took a deep breath and said excitedly.
"Blood hands! Those predators from the tire factory! Gone!"
"What did you say?!"
Charlie was startled, subconsciously glanced left and right, saw that there was no one around, and immediately pulled the stupid big guy into the room.
After closing the door curtain, Charlie stared at him and asked, "Please explain clearly, what do you mean by no more?"
"The factory! The whole factory is empty! There is no one there!" Mark gasped with surprise and joy on his face. It's like it disappeared!"
After listening to Mark's narration, the expression on Charlie's face was somewhat intriguing.
People don't die by themselves. The Bloody Hand clan had no reason to move suddenly. But in this way, it makes sense.
Charlie pondered for a moment. Counting 5 chips from the drawer, he shook 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 lord promised you. Keep it."
"Thank you old housekeeper!"
Putting down the letter in his hand, Mark didn't think too much, and grabbed the chips on the table with joy.
5 chips! Can exchange 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 an unhurried tone.
"Don't say anything about the Bloody Hand clan, you understand what I mean."
Hearing this sentence, Mark was stunned for a moment, and asked cautiously.
"...Well, old housekeeper, I'm rather stupid, can you make it clearer?"
He didn't understand why the old housekeeper's expression was so serious.
Predator is gone... Isn't it a great event?
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 predators?
He hadn't thought about this question before, but now he was curious about what was written in that letter.
Looking at this stupid big guy with no brains, Charlie sighed and explained patiently.
"I want you to keep your mouth shut."
"You have already received the payment for sending the letter. If the mayor knows that the members of the Bloody Hand clan have left, but the letter has not been delivered, you know what the consequences will be."
Does this kind of thing need to be emphasized?
He is also convinced. Finally understood the situation Mark, who came back to his senses, trembled and nodded obsequiously.
"Yes! What you said is about the Bloody Hand clan, I promise not to say a word! But, but... what if the mayor finds out by himself?"
When he first got the chips, he was still excited. Now that he thinks about it, the chips are a bit hot.
Just like the old butler said. He never delivered the letter. 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, "you just do what I tell you, and you'll be all right."
Although he was full of confusion, Mark nodded stiffly.
"Okay... I will listen to you!"
It's not out of trust in the old housekeeper, but because he doesn't want to return the chips in his hand.
It's just that in this way, the happy event that the Bloody Hand clan is gone can only be kept in his stomach for the time being.
"Just remember it, it's none of your business here, go down." Old Charlie waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.
Mark walked to the door with the chips, and was just about to open the curtain to go out when he suddenly remembered something and stopped hesitantly.
Old Charlie glanced at him.
"What else do you need?"
Mark chuckled and said in a low voice.
"Well, about that kid Yugin..."
"Roll."
Being scolded inexplicably, although Mark was confused, he didn't dare to talk back, and slipped away without daring to fart.
Old Charlie sat on the chair cursingly, stretched out his hand and rubbed the space between his brows.
To be honest, he is old. Seeing that the world has become like this, he has nothing to pursue in this life, let alone pursuing "glory and wealth" in the past. He just wants to spend 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 piece of paper from the drawer, old Charlie thought for a while, picked up a pen, and started writing on it.
"Hopefully my judgment is correct."
Although he has never been right a few times in his life...
……
Late at night.
As the last batch of supplies arrived at the warehouse of the shelter, Lucius finally finished counting the windfall that The Cowboy Team unearthed for him before ten o'clock in the evening.
First of all, in terms of metal materials, the most stored in that shelter are steel ingots marked with various types, which add up to 2,200 kilograms in total.
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, they are still well preserved.
In addition, there are 1,000 kilograms of aluminum ingots, 1,000 kilograms of lead ingots, 1,000 kilograms of copper ingots, 500 kilograms of chromium, tungsten ingots, etc., as well as 5 kilograms of gold and 10 kilograms of silver.
This amount is almost double the amount of metal consumables bought from merchants in Red River Town! And not only metal consumables, some non-metallic materials surprised Lucius even more.
This includes 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 adhesives with special ingredients, and a small amount of other consumables.
Of course, what surprised Lucius the most was the workbench.
If Sumeria's DIY workbench can barely be regarded as black iron level, then this workbench is at least platinum level. Even barely able to get to the diamonds!
Among other things, just the knives and various components that have not been oxidized or deformed in the past two hundred years, as well as the brand new guide rails and replaceable modules that are the same as those just left the factory, are enough to prove how awesome this thing is.
There was not even a speck of rust on the entire workbench. At least that's how it looks from the outside.
"...The motor can't start. It's probably a problem with the circuit. Maybe one of the parts inside is aging. But it's not a big problem. It should work after repairing it."
Inside the weapon store.
After researching this brand-new workbench for a long time, Sumeria reached out and closed the electrical box on the side of the workbench, looked at Lucius who was standing aside, and asked curiously.
"Where did you get such a good thing?"
There was a bright and sunny smile on Lucius's face.
"It doesn't matter where I get it, what matters is that I have a group of hardworking and brave little players. With them, I can always get something good."
Sumeria couldn't help lowering her head in this slightly showing off tone, and continued to think about the device in front of her.
It's not because of how diligent she is. It's purely a small gesture that doesn't want me to roll my eyes, and my dear boss sees it.
"If this workbench can be repaired, the speed of making bullets will probably be much faster. Moreover, this workbench has quite a lot of functions. In addition to cutting tools, it even has stamping modules and drills... By the way, what is the material of this drill? Why does it feel harder than diamond? Well, if there is such a thing, it is not a big problem to process a few seamless steel pipes."
Hearing the word seamless steel pipe, Lucius's heart moved, and he asked immediately.
"So you can make guns?"
He can't understand things that are too professional, but he has heard from players that the main reason why No. 81 Steel Factory can't make guns is that it can't handle seamless steel pipes.
If you can get this thing out, at least half of the problem will be solved.
Hearing Lucius's question, Sumeria answered it 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 put it this way, as long as the steel ingot is molded into a steel rod at high temperature, you can get the blank of the barrel, and then drill holes, pull the rifling, and a The barrel is almost done."
"The more difficult thing is the drilling and rifling at the back. As for the front part... if there are ready-made materials available, it is not very difficult to make the blank of the barrel. I think your steel factory should be able to handle it."
Lucius glanced at Sumeria in surprise. It seems that this guy still has some skills. Just she is too lazy.
"I will find someone to find a solution for the blank of the barrel. What about the receiver parts? Can you make it?"
"That's simple. I'll show you how to fix the workbench. It's only a couple of days... If it goes well," Sumeria couldn't help yawning, and suggested to Lucius, "Look at this shady...can't 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?"
Lucius 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? All right, then I won't wait for you."
After extinguishing the lantern on the table, Sumeria closed the door of the weapons store, with a cane between her elbows, and walked towards the nursing home.
Lucius didn't stay here, but returned to the side of the warehouse, watching old Luka and the two warehouse managers sorting the materials into the warehouse.
This batch of supplies is enough for the shelter to digest for a while. Even if his life can be ruined by professional players, let them ruin it in the spring of next year, the problem shouldn't be too big!
The materials that should be counted have also been counted, and this windfall has made Lucius completely happy, and it is time to make his little players feel good too.
"The benefits of the dungeon... Let me think about it."
Purely in terms of value, these resources are worth at least 2,000 silver coins or more. However, from the perspective of game balance, anything higher than 1000 silver coins will affect the balance.
It only took 4 days for The Cowboy Team to discover and capture the entire dungeon. If the total income is 1,000 silver coins, it means that the average daily income of each of them is 62.5 silver coins per day.
Ummm……
Well, not too far off the mark.
Equipment loss, consumed ammunition and supplies...these are all costly, and it seems that a passerby came in their team halfway.
So it's actually five people?
After struggling for five minutes between the two issues of actual value and balance, Lucius finally came up with a reasonable number - 1500 silver coins!
As for how they divide the money internally.
Lucius was really too lazy to worry. Let them do it themselves.
These numbers are enough to keep them happy for a long time.
......
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Just when the hot topic on the forum on the official website changed from "Alpha0.61 version" to "How many silver coins did The Cowboy Team earn?", a sneaky figure walked across the snow-covered street at dusk, arrived near the abandoned tire factory.
Looking at the gate of the factory not far away, Mark Malcolm swallowed with an envelope in his arms, and a sense of ominous premonition gradually rose in his heart.
"...Why is this door open?"
Not to mention the door is open. Its black appearance was almost as if it had been burned by fire. There was no one on guard on the fence.
What surprised Mark the most was that he had come here without encountering a single patrolling person.
He swallowed again.
Mark patted the snow off his collar, and with trembling hands, he pulled out a letter from his bosom and held it high above his head. As if surrendering, he walked out from the shadow of the wall and walked towards the gate of the factory.
"I, I'm from Beit Street! Delivering letters for our mayor!"
To be honest, Mark was very reluctant to take the job. After all, here are some guys who eat people and don't spit out their bones.
If old Charlie hadn't repeatedly emphasized that those predators would not kill him after reading this letter, and promised him a reward of 5 chips, he would never have accepted this dangerous job. This is simply exchanging life for money!
Every time he took a step forward, Mark felt his heartbeat stop for half a beat.
He finally reached the door, and just as he was about to put his head closer and peek inside the half-open door, two tentacles suddenly came out from the crack of the door, almost hitting his nose.
"F*ck!"
Mutated cockroaches! Seeing the cockroach about the size of a wolf dog poking its head out from the crack of the door, Mark, who was already nervous, was so frightened that his soul almost flew away.
Throwing the letter aside, he pulled out the stick tied around his waist almost reflexively, and smashed it at random.
The mutated cockroaches in the wasteland are not terrible, as long as they don't enter the cockroach nest and are surrounded by a large group, even the weakest survivors can easily kill a few of them.
Headshot with two sticks! Juice splattered!
Looking at the cockroach that fell on the ground and turned its belly, Mark squatted down nervously, and picked up the letter that fell on the ground in a panic, for fear of being wet by the snow.
Then he yelled at the door.
"Hello, is there anyone?"
No respond. The Adam's apple moved, Mark resisted the apprehension and fear in his heart, and walked carefully through the burnt gate of the factory.
Sure enough, there was no one in the factory. The predators 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 stakes and the bloodstains smeared on the walls showed the traces of their existence.
"Damn..."
These predators will not be eaten by cockroaches, right?! One part of Mark's heart was surprised, but more of it was joy.
None of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Spring City not hated and feared the predators of the Bloody Hand clan.
Don't dare to stay here for a second. After confirming that there was no one inside, Mark ran away.
After running all the way with the wind and snow on his back, he finally rushed back to Beit Street, several 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 that Mark kept in his fist, old Charlie frowned.
Before he could ask, Mark, who was out of breath, took a deep breath and said excitedly.
"Blood hands! Those predators from the tire factory! Gone!"
"What did you say?!"
Charlie was startled, subconsciously glanced left and right, saw that there was no one around, and immediately pulled the stupid big guy into the room.
After closing the door curtain, Charlie stared at him and asked, "Please explain clearly, what do you mean by no more?"
"The factory! The whole factory is empty! There is no one there!" Mark gasped with surprise and joy on his face. It's like it disappeared!"
After listening to Mark's narration, the expression on Charlie's face was somewhat intriguing.
People don't die by themselves. The Bloody Hand clan had no reason to move suddenly. But in this way, it makes sense.
Charlie pondered for a moment. Counting 5 chips from the drawer, he shook 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 lord promised you. Keep it."
"Thank you old housekeeper!"
Putting down the letter in his hand, Mark didn't think too much, and grabbed the chips on the table with joy.
5 chips! Can exchange 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 an unhurried tone.
"Don't say anything about the Bloody Hand clan, you understand what I mean."
Hearing this sentence, Mark was stunned for a moment, and asked cautiously.
"...Well, old housekeeper, I'm rather stupid, can you make it clearer?"
He didn't understand why the old housekeeper's expression was so serious.
Predator is gone... Isn't it a great event?
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 predators?
He hadn't thought about this question before, but now he was curious about what was written in that letter.
Looking at this stupid big guy with no brains, Charlie sighed and explained patiently.
"I want you to keep your mouth shut."
"You have already received the payment for sending the letter. If the mayor knows that the members of the Bloody Hand clan have left, but the letter has not been delivered, you know what the consequences will be."
Does this kind of thing need to be emphasized?
He is also convinced. Finally understood the situation Mark, who came back to his senses, trembled and nodded obsequiously.
"Yes! What you said is about the Bloody Hand clan, I promise not to say a word! But, but... what if the mayor finds out by himself?"
When he first got the chips, he was still excited. Now that he thinks about it, the chips are a bit hot.
Just like the old butler said. He never delivered the letter. 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, "you just do what I tell you, and you'll be all right."
Although he was full of confusion, Mark nodded stiffly.
"Okay... I will listen to you!"
It's not out of trust in the old housekeeper, but because he doesn't want to return the chips in his hand.
It's just that in this way, the happy event that the Bloody Hand clan is gone can only be kept in his stomach for the time being.
"Just remember it, it's none of your business here, go down." Old Charlie waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.
Mark walked to the door with the chips, and was just about to open the curtain to go out when he suddenly remembered something and stopped hesitantly.
Old Charlie glanced at him.
"What else do you need?"
Mark chuckled and said in a low voice.
"Well, about that kid Yugin..."
"Roll."
Being scolded inexplicably, although Mark was confused, he didn't dare to talk back, and slipped away without daring to fart.
Old Charlie sat on the chair cursingly, stretched out his hand and rubbed the space between his brows.
To be honest, he is old. Seeing that the world has become like this, he has nothing to pursue in this life, let alone pursuing "glory and wealth" in the past. He just wants to spend 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 piece of paper from the drawer, old Charlie thought for a while, picked up a pen, and started writing on it.
"Hopefully my judgment is correct."
Although he has never been right a few times in his life...
……
Late at night.
As the last batch of supplies arrived at the warehouse of the shelter, Lucius finally finished counting the windfall that The Cowboy Team unearthed for him before ten o'clock in the evening.
First of all, in terms of metal materials, the most stored in that shelter are steel ingots marked with various types, which add up to 2,200 kilograms in total.
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, they are still well preserved.
In addition, there are 1,000 kilograms of aluminum ingots, 1,000 kilograms of lead ingots, 1,000 kilograms of copper ingots, 500 kilograms of chromium, tungsten ingots, etc., as well as 5 kilograms of gold and 10 kilograms of silver.
This amount is almost double the amount of metal consumables bought from merchants in Red River Town! And not only metal consumables, some non-metallic materials surprised Lucius even more.
This includes 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 adhesives with special ingredients, and a small amount of other consumables.
Of course, what surprised Lucius the most was the workbench.
If Sumeria's DIY workbench can barely be regarded as black iron level, then this workbench is at least platinum level. Even barely able to get to the diamonds!
Among other things, just the knives and various components that have not been oxidized or deformed in the past two hundred years, as well as the brand new guide rails and replaceable modules that are the same as those just left the factory, are enough to prove how awesome this thing is.
There was not even a speck of rust on the entire workbench. At least that's how it looks from the outside.
"...The motor can't start. It's probably a problem with the circuit. Maybe one of the parts inside is aging. But it's not a big problem. It should work after repairing it."
Inside the weapon store.
After researching this brand-new workbench for a long time, Sumeria reached out and closed the electrical box on the side of the workbench, looked at Lucius who was standing aside, and asked curiously.
"Where did you get such a good thing?"
There was a bright and sunny smile on Lucius's face.
"It doesn't matter where I get it, what matters is that I have a group of hardworking and brave little players. With them, I can always get something good."
Sumeria couldn't help lowering her head in this slightly showing off tone, and continued to think about the device in front of her.
It's not because of how diligent she is. It's purely a small gesture that doesn't want me to roll my eyes, and my dear boss sees it.
"If this workbench can be repaired, the speed of making bullets will probably be much faster. Moreover, this workbench has quite a lot of functions. In addition to cutting tools, it even has stamping modules and drills... By the way, what is the material of this drill? Why does it feel harder than diamond? Well, if there is such a thing, it is not a big problem to process a few seamless steel pipes."
Hearing the word seamless steel pipe, Lucius's heart moved, and he asked immediately.
"So you can make guns?"
He can't understand things that are too professional, but he has heard from players that the main reason why No. 81 Steel Factory can't make guns is that it can't handle seamless steel pipes.
If you can get this thing out, at least half of the problem will be solved.
Hearing Lucius's question, Sumeria answered it 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 put it this way, as long as the steel ingot is molded into a steel rod at high temperature, you can get the blank of the barrel, and then drill holes, pull the rifling, and a The barrel is almost done."
"The more difficult thing is the drilling and rifling at the back. As for the front part... if there are ready-made materials available, it is not very difficult to make the blank of the barrel. I think your steel factory should be able to handle it."
Lucius glanced at Sumeria in surprise. It seems that this guy still has some skills. Just she is too lazy.
"I will find someone to find a solution for the blank of the barrel. What about the receiver parts? Can you make it?"
"That's simple. I'll show you how to fix the workbench. It's only a couple of days... If it goes well," Sumeria couldn't help yawning, and suggested to Lucius, "Look at this shady...can't 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?"
Lucius 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? All right, then I won't wait for you."
After extinguishing the lantern on the table, Sumeria closed the door of the weapons store, with a cane between her elbows, and walked towards the nursing home.
Lucius didn't stay here, but returned to the side of the warehouse, watching old Luka and the two warehouse managers sorting the materials into the warehouse.
This batch of supplies is enough for the shelter to digest for a while. Even if his life can be ruined by professional players, let them ruin it in the spring of next year, the problem shouldn't be too big!
The materials that should be counted have also been counted, and this windfall has made Lucius completely happy, and it is time to make his little players feel good too.
"The benefits of the dungeon... Let me think about it."
Purely in terms of value, these resources are worth at least 2,000 silver coins or more. However, from the perspective of game balance, anything higher than 1000 silver coins will affect the balance.
It only took 4 days for The Cowboy Team to discover and capture the entire dungeon. If the total income is 1,000 silver coins, it means that the average daily income of each of them is 62.5 silver coins per day.
Ummm……
Well, not too far off the mark.
Equipment loss, consumed ammunition and supplies...these are all costly, and it seems that a passerby came in their team halfway.
So it's actually five people?
After struggling for five minutes between the two issues of actual value and balance, Lucius finally came up with a reasonable number - 1500 silver coins!
As for how they divide the money internally.
Lucius was really too lazy to worry. Let them do it themselves.
These numbers are enough to keep them happy for a long time.
......
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Also if you guys like my work then you can give a try to my other work ( The Witcher and His Huts )
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