Chapter 168.2: Hehehe

Official website.

[Announcement:

Longevity Town just received a group of refugees (Prosperity +50)

]

[Longevity Town is now equipped with the immigration buff:

The demand for food and fur increases, and the population inflow increases.

]

[Luca's troubles:

We don't have much food, so we can't always feed them. It would be nice if we could find something for them to do. (Hint: There are many excellent hunters and craftsmen among the refugees. After reaching the Friendly, prestige level, they can run business in the local area for you, so remember to hire them.)

]

[Today's recommended recipes:

Salt and peppercorn, Mapo tofu

]

[Teng Teng's Hut:

Teng Teng's Hut just released a bunch of new products, a lot of silk fabrics are waiting for you!

]

Tail: !! New storyline! What did you guys do when I was not around?! ∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

Quit Smoking: Holy smoke! There's a new NPC?! The devs are awesome!

Escaping Mole: I was right! The prosperity is really linked to the NPC population! It's just that this value doesn't seem to be calculated by a fixed formula based on the population, but is it driven by events?

Night Ten: I suspect that this game company has probably recruited someone from

Paradox Interactive

. ( ?° ?? ?°)

Irena: Speaking of which, how was the result of your Crackleclaw Crab hunting? Did you manage to kill one? ( ?° ?? ?°)

Sisi: Hey, don't even get me started, Tail got me killed first, and then she died right after me.

Tail: Wait, how can you blame me?! There was something wrong with that bazooka, it couldn't hit anything at all. And it also spat fire backwards! (?д?;)

Book Worm: How would a bazooka not spit fire...

Tail: The ones that Mosquito sells obviously don't spit fire!

Book Worm: That's because he’s selling garbage! They can't penetrate shit. They're clearly defective products.

Mosquito: !!! Why did you drag me into this!

YaYa: Hahahaha! Noob! Hahahaha! Weak! o(*≧▽≦)ツ

Due to the heroic sacrifice of Tail and Sisi, everyone was reminded that the Bazookas they got were not a toy like the ones made by Mosquito. They would now have to check if there was someone behind them before firing.

Anyway, the VMs and gears had all been picked up.

They just needed to lurk around the forum and wait for three days, which wasn’t a problem.

The arrival of refugees had caused a lot of topics on the official website forum, but it did not become the focus of discussion among players as before.

After all, that was not the first time that refugees had come to them. There were too many things that happened that day, and it was impossible to discuss them all.

Makka Pakka, who got the seeds from Chu Guang, started talking to people about how to grow corn in the forum.

The Shelter 117 mission, which was jointly taken by Escaping Mole and Mosquito, had also attracted the attention of many players. After all, the mission was suspected to be related to the main plot of the game.

Unfortunately, there was no progress.

The situation under the subway entrance was very complicated.

Like Xia Yan said, there were hundreds of Crunchers, let alone Creepers.

A Black Swan with limited ammunition was simply not enough for them to explore further.

𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

They needed more automatic weapons and projectiles such as Molotov Cocktails and handmade grenades. After two days, the automatic rifle with a unit price of 200 silver coins would be officially launched on the shelves. At that time, the situation would probably be better.

Compared to the bad news that the Shelter 117 mission didn't have any progress, the good news was that the second floor of the Greenhouse Ruins had been successfully captured by the Bull and Horse Squad.

They had successfully controlled the gate between level B2 and B3, and the space on level B2 was also liberated.

Incredibly, even after two centuries, the facilities there were still running slowly in energy-saving mode.

Many of the light strips on the petri dishes were broken, but there were still some that are functioning. The indoor temperature was about 25 degrees, and the psychoid leaves in the petri dishes were in good condition.

Ample Time had written a guide, which was a summary of the strategy on how to clear an insect mutants' nest.

However, players on the forum were obviously more concerned about how much money the Bull and Horse Squad made from exploring level B2 of the Greenhouse Ruins than the strategies that were temporarily not useful.

Ample Time did not say anything about it.

But Chu Guang, who was lurking as usual, knew about it. After all, he was the one who gave them the money.

After calculating the income based on the difficulty of the dungeon, they got a total of 1,200 silver coins, and after splitting it between 4 people, everyone got 300 silver coins.

As for the cost, Chu Guang did not calculate it for them, but it was estimated that they had consumed a shit ton of ammunition.

If they had used cold weapons to grind the dungeon down slowly, even if there was heavy armor that could withstand it, it was estimated that it would have taken them a long time to do so. Not to mention that they would have to hire a lot of manpower...

Using that kind of tactic would not be as cost-effective as consuming some ammunition.

After returning from Longevity Town, Chu Guang finished updating the announcement, sat in front of the computer in the residents' lobby, and browsed the official website.

Many players have begun to discuss what work should be arranged for the refugees.

Some said that they should open textile factories, and some said that they should open cement factories. In any case, there were all kinds of ideas. Of course, starting from version 0.8, players are required to have a certain level of regional prestige to establish a factory; they need to be on friendly level, which required 1,000 points or more.

After completing missions to help the region's development, players could increase their prestige in that region. Or, they could directly donate materials that were needed by the locals to do so.

Players complained one after another, saying this setting was simply copied from

Mount & Blade.

Is this company not scared of lawsuits?

In addition, what caught Chu Guang's attention was that Spring Water Commander, a newbie of the perception type, found an abandoned military camp in a northern town.

The barracks over there was small, and it was like an operation base. It was built on the playground of a community school.

In the early years of the Wasteland Era, there seemed to be a group of refugees there. However, it may have been abandoned not long after, so it did not develop into a survivor's stronghold like Baker Street.

Spring Water Commander explored the area, but found nothing useful.

The entire school had been ransacked before, and even most of the bookshelves in the library were destroyed. Perhaps, in the early days of the Wasteland Era, it was used as firewood by the local survivors.

"... Weird, that town seems to be a dead town, and so is the school. There are no traces of survivor activity, no marauders, just a lot of Crunchers and a smelly basement... We didn't bring enough supply, so we didn't go deep into the building to explore.

"I'm going to explore it again tomorrow, maybe I can find something."

Chu Guang was also curious about what they would find there.

Although it was estimated that the place had been searched countless times in the past two centuries, according to his experience, there would always be something that was missed by other people.

Just as Chu Guang was sitting in the shelter surfing the Internet, in a place 15 kilometers north of Longevity Town, several men with rifles and thick coats were carefully searching for something nearby.

"That group of people shouldn't have gone too far," muttered the bearded man as he tugged at the chain in his hand.

The hound he was leading growled, sniffing the ground carefully.

Suddenly, the hound raised its head and barked towards the south.

The man leaned down. He patted the hound's head, then put out his index finger and wiped the ground with it.

Under the snow were the traces of footprints.

He got up again and looked towards the south, squinting his eyes. "Heh, where do you think you can run to...?"