The Fifth Ring Road in the northern suburbs of Spring City.
On the twentieth floor of an office building located on the edge of the ring road elevated, the crooked corridors are covered with dark green slime mold and corroded moss.
The orange-yellow tracer warheads weaved a net in the corridor, the scorching air almost scorched the air, and the center of the fire was a three-meter-tall humanoid beast.
Its skin had been completely keratinized, its knotted muscles were pitch black, its arms protected its head, and it actually pushed forward two steps abruptly against the electromagnetically accelerated mass bomb.
But it’s only two steps——
"Roar--!"
Letting out an unwilling roar, the three-meter-tall crawler finally fell heavily under the concentrated fire of the Gauss rifle.
Five power armors, there is no reason to lose in this kind of terrain.
Oliver gestured neatly, and the team members in power armor stepped forward, and continued to advance along the corridor covered with slime mold, until they came to a thick alloy door.
One of the team members walked to the door, pulled out a thumb-thick thread from the armour, and connected it to the touch screen on the right side of the door.
"The key has been obtained...Successfully entered safe mode."
"Open the door."
"Received, opening."
The door trembled and slowly opened to both sides.
The stale air blows in.
Looking at the ashes on the ground, Oliver felt joy in his heart.
Leaving two small team members guarding the door, he walked in with the other two, looked around, and the excited expression on his face became more and more obvious.
"The comparison results match..."
"We found it!"
CO2 trap!
One of the indispensable basic public facilities for high-density urban agglomerations.
In an era of prosperity where population and industries are highly concentrated, carbon emissions are quite a scary figure. It is obviously not enough to rely on traditional green plants to absorb excess carbon dioxide. Even if the entire city is filled with green plants, it is impossible to absorb so much greenhouse gas. Oxygen deficiency will become another major development problem after the heat island effect.
After the People's Federation entered the middle of the prosperous era, the widely adopted solution was to apply the carbon self-sustaining technology that has been practiced in space activities.
That is, a carbon dioxide treatment device is installed on a specific floor of a high-rise building to convert carbon dioxide into other carbon-containing compounds through multiple complex chemical processes, so that the air level in the area can be livable, and at the same time, some industrial raw materials can be produced.
It is said that with just half a floor of space, the carbon dioxide processed each year is comparable to an entire virgin forest, or seaweed in a sea area.
A group of people searched carefully in the facility, and soon found a standby thermonuclear fusion generator that had been shut down.
Since entering the wasteland era, the carbon emissions in the territory of the People's Federation have dropped sharply, even falling to the level before the industrial revolution, those carbon collectors will naturally stop working, and the thermonuclear fusion reactors that supply power for them will naturally also stop. down.
Because of this, carbon dioxide traps are one of the few facilities that can stably recycle thermonuclear fusion fuel rods after the war.
Oliver took his marines and carefully removed the fuel rods that stored liquid helium three.
"Done!"
"How much energy is left?"
"93%"
"Enough for us for a long time!"
Helium 3 is a stable isotope with a negligible half-life. Although thermonuclear fusion cannot be activated at any time like cold fusion, the advantage is that there is almost no need to worry about "Fuel" loss when the reactor is shut down.
This is completely incomparable with cold fusion batteries.
Carefully keeping the fuel rods in the metal cylinder, the marine soldier who finished the operation took a look at the large and small boxes and storage tanks around him.
"Sir, what do you do with the things here?"
Oliver glanced around.
"Leave them here. Our allies should be able to use it."
.......
At the same time, the Pioneer, the office of the logistics department, was more than 20 kilometers away.
Howard, who was sitting on the office chair, looked at the spreadsheet displayed on the flexible screen, with surprise written all over his face.
This is the production status report for the previous week.
One of the most eye-catching data is that they recycled 1872 tons of garbage last week, reaching 255% of the expected efficiency!
Those blue coats are not so ruthless. The average daily recycling volume has reached an astonishing 267.4 tons, and the average daily collection per capita is 1.3 tons, which is even more amazing than before the war! If these jobs were handed over to the natives, one-third of the efficiency would have to laugh out loud.
And what they spend extra is just 9360CR.
Howard couldn't believe his eyes. If his secretary hadn't handed him the report himself, he would have wondered if something was wrong.
Are they all robots?!
No, it's easier to use than a machine!
To this day, a week has passed since the battle with the Legion, and there is still a sad atmosphere on the Pioneer. Many people are wallowing in the grief of losing their comrades, their morale is low, and their work efficiency is low.
These blue coats, however, were different.
They obviously suffered more casualties, but they were still not overwhelmed by difficulties. Instead, they turned their grief and indignation into motivation, and lived every day positively and optimistically.
What a powerful belief and faith this is!
In short, thanks to the hard work of those blue coats, they almost emptied the entire underground parking lot, plus two abandoned factory buildings that stored industrial waste containing cobalt and nickel.
From the total weight of 1872 tons of garbage, they successfully recovered 941.4 tons of metal and successfully processed it into the required parts.
There are even more.
Just when Howard couldn't help feeling emotional in his heart, the secretary Werther standing in front of the desk suddenly spoke.
"By the way, there is one more thing."
Collecting a pen from the tablet unfolded in his hand like a scroll, he threw it in the drawer casually. Howard looked up at the secretary in a good mood, and said kindly.
"What's up?"
Werther's expression was a little embarrassed, but he still spoke.
"It's about the demands of front-line engineers...they demanded that the attendance subsidy be increased from 10CR per hour to 15CR per hour."
"...?"
Howard was dumbfounded.
What the hell?? Didn't these lazy dogs still complain a few months ago that there was so much money in their pockets that there was nowhere to spend it, and they disliked his stack of waste papers and tricked them to go out to work.
Why do you feel that the subsidy is less now?
Werther's embarrassed expression remained the same, and he spoke quickly.
"Maybe...the survivors we met before were all too poor, and the benefits on the Pioneer were too good. The money in their pockets really has no place to use. I don't know how to evaluate it, but recently our Employees do spend a lot of money ... I think we should limit it a little bit."
Howard blushed and knocked on the table with his hands.
"The question is what did they spend their money on?! Did they use it to wipe their asses? How much can it cost to buy a few buns?!"
Werther: "Of course it's not just buns, but also dumplings with various fillings, glutinous rice balls, soy milk, fried dough sticks, and... ahem. I think we need to upgrade our mobile kitchen, and those blue coats are slightly processed with our raw materials selling it to us will make a lot of money from our hands."
Howard: "..."
Werther swallowed and continued.
"In addition to food, they also sell clothes, scarves, and some small items recently, especially a kind of silk fabric, which is very popular with female passengers. They call it devil silk, which seems to be a specialty of the central region. Surprisingly Yes, this thread is extremely tough, almost as strong as the fire-resistant fibers we use in body armor... The power of nature, to be honest, is so amazing that even I was surprised. Our technicians studied it for a long time, they have figured out its composition, but they still haven't figured out its industrial synthesis method."
Howard pressed his eyebrows.
"Only this?"
He didn't care about devil moth silk, nor did he care about what clothes and small items the female crew members bought.
He just wanted to know how much CR they wasted in the hands of those blue coats.
These banknotes are not restaurant receipts. Instead, it must be cashed on the spot!
"Well, there are some special ingredients, such as black truffles...they are very cheap there, and 1 gram only sells for 1CR."
Howard raised his head abruptly.
"1 gram only sells 1CR?! Is there any more???"
Werther looked at the section chief in surprise, and nodded in a daze.
"It should be. That mushroom seller sets up a stall in the operation camp around six o'clock every night... Section Chief?"
Immediately realizing his gaffe, Howard quickly came back to his senses, coughed lightly, and continued with a serious expression.
"I'm just a little surprised. I didn't expect them to know how to enjoy it...By the way, is the magnetic confinement plasma CNC machining machine repaired?"
Werther nodded and said.
"It's been repaired. Our warehouse staff just delivered it to them, and it will probably be delivered to their outpost on the surface in a while."
Thinking of that machine tool, Howard felt a little pity in his heart.
At that time, the emotions were high, and the decision was too hasty. If only the machine tool could help them recover 100,000 CR.
It shouldn't be free!
Those blue coats did them a great favor, though. They didn't ask those blue coats to support their war, but they did so anyway, and when the battle was most anxious, they rushed up with their guns without hesitation.
Honestly, it's hard to say what the final casualties would have been without them. Maybe they had to drop a second tactical nuke, maybe far more than three died that day...
Howard thought for a while, if he made another decision, maybe he would still choose that way.
Sighing slightly, he said.
"Well, just deliver it, and we should leave after a few days."
It's not a problem to procrastinate like this.
The longer it dragged on, the more difficult the road ahead would be. If it hadn't suddenly broken down, they wouldn't have had to fight the legion.
Werther: "The salary increase..."
Howard said without saying a word: "Tell those slackers...I mean those engineers, the salary increase proposal will be raised at the regular meeting at the end of the month. This is a procedure. In addition, I will find a way to move the kitchen so that the technicians can improve it Let's see if we can add a few food processing procedures."
Of course, Howard intends to charge a fee if he succeeds.
What is that word called?
Yes, extra value-added services!
As soon as he heard that the issue of salary increase was moved to the end of the month, Werther immediately understood what the section chief meant, and couldn't help showing a helpless expression.
"Okay, I'll pass it on to them."
Wait until the end of the month.
There is nowhere to spend the money in those people's pockets. Naturally, there will be no clamor for a raise.
...
The repaired machine tool is still on its way, and it may take some time for the express to arrive.
Fearing that the players would damage the thing, Lucius specially arranged for two light trucks to transport it. An empty truck with a snow shovel attached to its bumper drove ahead, followed by the one with the lathe.
If a roadblock or a dark ditch is encountered, the previous truck can find it in time, and the latter truck can avoid it.
In order to make sure everything was safe, Lucius also asked the prudent old Luka to sit in the car with him.
The road conditions on the wasteland were really bad, and the section outside the city was a little better. There were many roads inside the city that even four-legged animals could not walk through, let alone wheeled vehicles.
Lucius planned to build a road after a while to connect the outpost and the operation camp.
In the future, where the players of the 404 shelter put the flag, they will build the road there.
How did you say that sentence? If you want to get rich, build roads first.
Implementing this project in the wasteland is not easy, but it is definitely worth it.
While waiting for the machine tool to be delivered, Lucius was not idle, but sat in the resident hall of the shelter, turned on the computer and glanced at the official website forum.
After a whole night of fermenting, the little players who couldn't go to work finally vented their grievances, and the atmosphere of communication in the forum finally returned to normal, and the topic changed from "We rushed to Light together" to "What has been updated in Alpha 0.8".
Everything as if nothing happened.
In general, players who have experienced the changes in the new version online are still very interested in this unique stronghold gameplay and regional reputation system.
Especially when they learned that "Donating materials can gain regional reputation" and "The operation camp can grow into a survivor stronghold when the prosperity of the operation camp reaches 100", they obviously worked harder.
In other MMs, NPC towns are just a bunch of non-moving textures, but in "Wasteland OL", the survivors' strongholds are built by the players themselves, and they will follow the players. Game behavior, grows together with the players.
This wave is simply the perfect combination of RPG and SLG, one game to experience the joy of two games.
It's blood money, okay?
The players were enjoying themselves, and Lucius didn't spend much effort.
For him, it was nothing more than compiling a few simple formulas based on the report of the previous month, and asking Popo to help make a data card similar to the "Property panel".
Regardless of whether there is an update of the Alpha 0.8 version, he will do the monthly report, but now it is disclosed to the players in the form of a "Progress bar".
As for the usefulness.
The main purpose is to share with the players the joy of growing a small sapling into a towering tree.
After all, just telling the players that thanks to your efforts, how awesome our refuge is now, the players are probably at a loss. But if all these efforts are quantified into a visible progress bar, who can say that the layout is useless at all?
Look at Boss Sumeria's weapon store, you have contributed a brick, so when you want to move bricks, don't you feel more motivated?
And no matter how miserable the players who couldn't be revived due to the bug were, those players who were still online and had already made an appointment had already blown up anyway.
Lucius, who was completely relieved, copied a few good bad ideas and kept them in his small notebook, then stretched and leaned on the computer chair.
"The courier will take an hour to arrive, what should I do?"
Correct. It seems that the blind box can be opened again.
Lucius's eyes lit up, he sat up from the computer chair awkwardly, opened the Manager System, and switched to the 【 Manager Allowance】 subpage.
These days, the game behavior of the players is relatively simple, mainly doing resource collection tasks at the action camp. The completion of daily tasks is very average, and there are a lot of unqualified ones left every day.
But even so, after this week, Lucius still accumulated 33 reward points.
The old rules, 3 intermediate blind boxes, 3 basic blind boxes.
But just when Lucius was about to draw the prize, his heart suddenly moved slightly.
Since it's all gambling, why not play a big game and try to open 33 primary blind boxes at a time?
If the intermediate blind box or even the advanced blind box rewards are opened from the basis blind box, wouldn't it be a blood profit?
Anyway, it's useless for him to ask for so many dog skin plasters and treatment needles.
Thinking of this, Lucius no longer hesitated, and immediately put all the reward points on the account on the leftmost icon.
"System, give me 33 basic blind boxes!"
The Fifth Ring Road in the northern suburbs of Spring City.
On the twentieth floor of an office building located on the edge of the ring road elevated, the crooked corridors are covered with dark green slime mold and corroded moss.
The orange-yellow tracer warheads weaved a net in the corridor, the scorching air almost scorched the air, and the center of the fire was a three-meter-tall humanoid beast.
Its skin had been completely keratinized, its knotted muscles were pitch black, its arms protected its head, and it actually pushed forward two steps abruptly against the electromagnetically accelerated mass bomb.
But it’s only two steps——
"Roar--!"
Letting out an unwilling roar, the three-meter-tall crawler finally fell heavily under the concentrated fire of the Gauss rifle.
Five power armors, there is no reason to lose in this kind of terrain.
Oliver gestured neatly, and the team members in power armor stepped forward, and continued to advance along the corridor covered with slime mold, until they came to a thick alloy door.
One of the team members walked to the door, pulled out a thumb-thick thread from the armour, and connected it to the touch screen on the right side of the door.
"The key has been obtained...Successfully entered safe mode."
"Open the door."
"Received, opening."
The door trembled and slowly opened to both sides.
The stale air blows in.
Looking at the ashes on the ground, Oliver felt joy in his heart.
Leaving two small team members guarding the door, he walked in with the other two, looked around, and the excited expression on his face became more and more obvious.
"The comparison results match..."
"We found it!"
CO2 trap!
One of the indispensable basic public facilities for high-density urban agglomerations.
In an era of prosperity where population and industries are highly concentrated, carbon emissions are quite a scary figure. It is obviously not enough to rely on traditional green plants to absorb excess carbon dioxide. Even if the entire city is filled with green plants, it is impossible to absorb so much greenhouse gas. Oxygen deficiency will become another major development problem after the heat island effect.
After the People's Federation entered the middle of the prosperous era, the widely adopted solution was to apply the carbon self-sustaining technology that has been practiced in space activities.
That is, a carbon dioxide treatment device is installed on a specific floor of a high-rise building to convert carbon dioxide into other carbon-containing compounds through multiple complex chemical processes, so that the air level in the area can be livable, and at the same time, some industrial raw materials can be produced.
It is said that with just half a floor of space, the carbon dioxide processed each year is comparable to an entire virgin forest, or seaweed in a sea area.
A group of people searched carefully in the facility, and soon found a standby thermonuclear fusion generator that had been shut down.
Since entering the wasteland era, the carbon emissions in the territory of the People's Federation have dropped sharply, even falling to the level before the industrial revolution, those carbon collectors will naturally stop working, and the thermonuclear fusion reactors that supply power for them will naturally also stop. down.
Because of this, carbon dioxide traps are one of the few facilities that can stably recycle thermonuclear fusion fuel rods after the war.
Oliver took his marines and carefully removed the fuel rods that stored liquid helium three.
"Done!"
"How much energy is left?"
"93%"
"Enough for us for a long time!"
Helium 3 is a stable isotope with a negligible half-life. Although thermonuclear fusion cannot be activated at any time like cold fusion, the advantage is that there is almost no need to worry about "Fuel" loss when the reactor is shut down.
This is completely incomparable with cold fusion batteries.
Carefully keeping the fuel rods in the metal cylinder, the marine soldier who finished the operation took a look at the large and small boxes and storage tanks around him.
"Sir, what do you do with the things here?"
Oliver glanced around.
"Leave them here. Our allies should be able to use it."
.......
At the same time, the Pioneer, the office of the logistics department, was more than 20 kilometers away.
Howard, who was sitting on the office chair, looked at the spreadsheet displayed on the flexible screen, with surprise written all over his face.
This is the production status report for the previous week.
One of the most eye-catching data is that they recycled 1872 tons of garbage last week, reaching 255% of the expected efficiency!
Those blue coats are not so ruthless. The average daily recycling volume has reached an astonishing 267.4 tons, and the average daily collection per capita is 1.3 tons, which is even more amazing than before the war! If these jobs were handed over to the natives, one-third of the efficiency would have to laugh out loud.
And what they spend extra is just 9360CR.
Howard couldn't believe his eyes. If his secretary hadn't handed him the report himself, he would have wondered if something was wrong.
Are they all robots?!
No, it's easier to use than a machine!
To this day, a week has passed since the battle with the Legion, and there is still a sad atmosphere on the Pioneer. Many people are wallowing in the grief of losing their comrades, their morale is low, and their work efficiency is low.
These blue coats, however, were different.
They obviously suffered more casualties, but they were still not overwhelmed by difficulties. Instead, they turned their grief and indignation into motivation, and lived every day positively and optimistically.
What a powerful belief and faith this is!
In short, thanks to the hard work of those blue coats, they almost emptied the entire underground parking lot, plus two abandoned factory buildings that stored industrial waste containing cobalt and nickel.
From the total weight of 1872 tons of garbage, they successfully recovered 941.4 tons of metal and successfully processed it into the required parts.
There are even more.
Just when Howard couldn't help feeling emotional in his heart, the secretary Werther standing in front of the desk suddenly spoke.
"By the way, there is one more thing."
Collecting a pen from the tablet unfolded in his hand like a scroll, he threw it in the drawer casually. Howard looked up at the secretary in a good mood, and said kindly.
"What's up?"
Werther's expression was a little embarrassed, but he still spoke.
"It's about the demands of front-line engineers...they demanded that the attendance subsidy be increased from 10CR per hour to 15CR per hour."
"...?"
Howard was dumbfounded.
What the hell?? Didn't these lazy dogs still complain a few months ago that there was so much money in their pockets that there was nowhere to spend it, and they disliked his stack of waste papers and tricked them to go out to work.
Why do you feel that the subsidy is less now?
Werther's embarrassed expression remained the same, and he spoke quickly.
"Maybe...the survivors we met before were all too poor, and the benefits on the Pioneer were too good. The money in their pockets really has no place to use. I don't know how to evaluate it, but recently our Employees do spend a lot of money ... I think we should limit it a little bit."
Howard blushed and knocked on the table with his hands.
"The question is what did they spend their money on?! Did they use it to wipe their asses? How much can it cost to buy a few buns?!"
Werther: "Of course it's not just buns, but also dumplings with various fillings, glutinous rice balls, soy milk, fried dough sticks, and... ahem. I think we need to upgrade our mobile kitchen, and those blue coats are slightly processed with our raw materials selling it to us will make a lot of money from our hands."
Howard: "..."
Werther swallowed and continued.
"In addition to food, they also sell clothes, scarves, and some small items recently, especially a kind of silk fabric, which is very popular with female passengers. They call it devil silk, which seems to be a specialty of the central region. Surprisingly Yes, this thread is extremely tough, almost as strong as the fire-resistant fibers we use in body armor... The power of nature, to be honest, is so amazing that even I was surprised. Our technicians studied it for a long time, they have figured out its composition, but they still haven't figured out its industrial synthesis method."
Howard pressed his eyebrows.
"Only this?"
He didn't care about devil moth silk, nor did he care about what clothes and small items the female crew members bought.
He just wanted to know how much CR they wasted in the hands of those blue coats.
These banknotes are not restaurant receipts. Instead, it must be cashed on the spot!
"Well, there are some special ingredients, such as black truffles...they are very cheap there, and 1 gram only sells for 1CR."
Howard raised his head abruptly.
"1 gram only sells 1CR?! Is there any more???"
Werther looked at the section chief in surprise, and nodded in a daze.
"It should be. That mushroom seller sets up a stall in the operation camp around six o'clock every night... Section Chief?"
Immediately realizing his gaffe, Howard quickly came back to his senses, coughed lightly, and continued with a serious expression.
"I'm just a little surprised. I didn't expect them to know how to enjoy it...By the way, is the magnetic confinement plasma CNC machining machine repaired?"
Werther nodded and said.
"It's been repaired. Our warehouse staff just delivered it to them, and it will probably be delivered to their outpost on the surface in a while."
Thinking of that machine tool, Howard felt a little pity in his heart.
At that time, the emotions were high, and the decision was too hasty. If only the machine tool could help them recover 100,000 CR.
It shouldn't be free!
Those blue coats did them a great favor, though. They didn't ask those blue coats to support their war, but they did so anyway, and when the battle was most anxious, they rushed up with their guns without hesitation.
Honestly, it's hard to say what the final casualties would have been without them. Maybe they had to drop a second tactical nuke, maybe far more than three died that day...
Howard thought for a while, if he made another decision, maybe he would still choose that way.
Sighing slightly, he said.
"Well, just deliver it, and we should leave after a few days."
It's not a problem to procrastinate like this.
The longer it dragged on, the more difficult the road ahead would be. If it hadn't suddenly broken down, they wouldn't have had to fight the legion.
Werther: "The salary increase..."
Howard said without saying a word: "Tell those slackers...I mean those engineers, the salary increase proposal will be raised at the regular meeting at the end of the month. This is a procedure. In addition, I will find a way to move the kitchen so that the technicians can improve it Let's see if we can add a few food processing procedures."
Of course, Howard intends to charge a fee if he succeeds.
What is that word called?
Yes, extra value-added services!
As soon as he heard that the issue of salary increase was moved to the end of the month, Werther immediately understood what the section chief meant, and couldn't help showing a helpless expression.
"Okay, I'll pass it on to them."
Wait until the end of the month.
There is nowhere to spend the money in those people's pockets. Naturally, there will be no clamor for a raise.
...
The repaired machine tool is still on its way, and it may take some time for the express to arrive.
Fearing that the players would damage the thing, Lucius specially arranged for two light trucks to transport it. An empty truck with a snow shovel attached to its bumper drove ahead, followed by the one with the lathe.
If a roadblock or a dark ditch is encountered, the previous truck can find it in time, and the latter truck can avoid it.
In order to make sure everything was safe, Lucius also asked the prudent old Luka to sit in the car with him.
The road conditions on the wasteland were really bad, and the section outside the city was a little better. There were many roads inside the city that even four-legged animals could not walk through, let alone wheeled vehicles.
Lucius planned to build a road after a while to connect the outpost and the operation camp.
In the future, where the players of the 404 shelter put the flag, they will build the road there.
How did you say that sentence? If you want to get rich, build roads first.
Implementing this project in the wasteland is not easy, but it is definitely worth it.
While waiting for the machine tool to be delivered, Lucius was not idle, but sat in the resident hall of the shelter, turned on the computer and glanced at the official website forum.
After a whole night of fermenting, the little players who couldn't go to work finally vented their grievances, and the atmosphere of communication in the forum finally returned to normal, and the topic changed from "We rushed to Light together" to "What has been updated in Alpha 0.8".
Everything as if nothing happened.
In general, players who have experienced the changes in the new version online are still very interested in this unique stronghold gameplay and regional reputation system.
Especially when they learned that "Donating materials can gain regional reputation" and "The operation camp can grow into a survivor stronghold when the prosperity of the operation camp reaches 100", they obviously worked harder.
In other MMs, NPC towns are just a bunch of non-moving textures, but in "Wasteland OL", the survivors' strongholds are built by the players themselves, and they will follow the players. Game behavior, grows together with the players.
This wave is simply the perfect combination of RPG and SLG, one game to experience the joy of two games.
It's blood money, okay?
The players were enjoying themselves, and Lucius didn't spend much effort.
For him, it was nothing more than compiling a few simple formulas based on the report of the previous month, and asking Popo to help make a data card similar to the "Property panel".
Regardless of whether there is an update of the Alpha 0.8 version, he will do the monthly report, but now it is disclosed to the players in the form of a "Progress bar".
As for the usefulness.
The main purpose is to share with the players the joy of growing a small sapling into a towering tree.
After all, just telling the players that thanks to your efforts, how awesome our refuge is now, the players are probably at a loss. But if all these efforts are quantified into a visible progress bar, who can say that the layout is useless at all?
Look at Boss Sumeria's weapon store, you have contributed a brick, so when you want to move bricks, don't you feel more motivated?
And no matter how miserable the players who couldn't be revived due to the bug were, those players who were still online and had already made an appointment had already blown up anyway.
Lucius, who was completely relieved, copied a few good bad ideas and kept them in his small notebook, then stretched and leaned on the computer chair.
"The courier will take an hour to arrive, what should I do?"
Correct. It seems that the blind box can be opened again.
Lucius's eyes lit up, he sat up from the computer chair awkwardly, opened the Manager System, and switched to the 【 Manager Allowance】 subpage.
These days, the game behavior of the players is relatively simple, mainly doing resource collection tasks at the action camp. The completion of daily tasks is very average, and there are a lot of unqualified ones left every day.
But even so, after this week, Lucius still accumulated 33 reward points.
The old rules, 3 intermediate blind boxes, 3 basic blind boxes.
But just when Lucius was about to draw the prize, his heart suddenly moved slightly.
Since it's all gambling, why not play a big game and try to open 33 primary blind boxes at a time?
If the intermediate blind box or even the advanced blind box rewards are opened from the basis blind box, wouldn't it be a blood profit?
Anyway, it's useless for him to ask for so many dog skin plasters and treatment needles.
Thinking of this, Lucius no longer hesitated, and immediately put all the reward points on the account on the leftmost icon.
"System, give me 33 basic blind boxes!"
