Chapter 217.2: Ninth Floor of the Greenhouse Ruins

Feeling a slight tingling between his eyebrows, Gale felt a burning sensation spread to his body, causing him to frown.

Night Ten, who was standing beside him, seemed to have the same reaction, and with an exaggerated scream, he grabbed his right arm.

"Oh my god! This burning sensation... I feel like the God of Chunibyo finally answered my prayer and granted me the power of anime!"

Ample Time gave him a speechless look. "Can you be a little more normal?"

Reaching out to hold Night Ten, Old White noticed Gale's state at the same time. He was dazed for a moment, before his expression lit up. "My goodness, we got two new ability users today!"

The first intelligence type and perception type ability users in the entire server were born at the same time!

The members of the Bull and Horse Squad were going to be in the Hall of Fame!

This achievement was simply incredible!

Ample Time's face was also full of excitement, but right now they were in the moth's nest, obviously not the time to be distracted and happy. "This is freaking awesome! Anyway, let's go back and save our progress first."

It was foreseeable that the forum would be lively again for a while today.

At Ample Time's suggestion, the Bull and Horse Squad left the Greenhouse Ruins and returned to the outpost.

Escorting his teammates to the gate of the outpost, Old White, who was standing under the concrete wall, suddenly stopped. "Before I go offline, I plan to go to the industrial area. You guys can go back to save your progress first."

Night Ten asked curiously, "Industrial area? What are you doing there."

Old White smiled. "I've been using the LD-47 for a while now, but I always feel that I can't fully utilize the strength type's advantage using this weapon. So I plan to go to the steel factory to see if I can order two pieces of equipment suitable for the strength type to improve the firepower of our team."

Night Ten and Gale looked at each other in confusion.

Ample Time understood what he meant, and immediately became interested. "I'll go with you then. Anyway, I have nothing to do later."

Old White smiled heartily. "Okay, let's go."

...

In the new industrial area.

At the door of Steel Plant 81, as soon as Old White and Ample Time entered the door, they saw Midnight Pubg discussing something with Bathroom Goer. "I want a chainsaw, can you make it?"

"Chainsaw my ass, where do you want me to get you batteries?"

Although Bathroom Goer rolled his eyes in annoyance, Midnight Pubg still didn't give up. "Does it have to be powered by batteries? Can't it be powered by diesel?"

Hearing Midnight Pubg saying these words in a casual tone as if it was something that could be done easily, Bathroom Goer almost snapped. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and continue to ask, "Do you have a diesel engine? Do you have diesel?"

He couldn't even find a diesel engine in the wasteland, let alone diesel.

He had been having a lot of headaches about this in the past few days.

Midnight Pubg was dazed for a moment, not expecting it to be so troublesome. In the end, he scratched the back of his head and said, "In that case... I'll buy a hatchet."

"..." Bathroom Goer looked helpless.

A wooden-handled hatchet was only 10 silver coins, and that was after the price increase.

After deducting raw material and labor costs and electricity bills, etc., the profit margin was only 10%, which was 1 silver coin.

It was much better to sell a few more bullets than an axe!

"I really recommend you to think more about using modern equipment."

Just when he was about to find a reason to send Brother Pubg away, he suddenly saw Old White and Ample Time at the door.

With his eyes lighting up, Bathroom Goer immediately ignored Brother Pubg and greeted the two of them. "Yo, Brother White and Brother Ample Time, what brings you two here today?"

Those two were filthy rich fuckers!

Recently, the progress of the raid on the Greenhouse Ruins seemed to have been pushed to level B8? Or did they already reach level B9?

Although the Bull and Horse Squad had never disclosed the exact amount of the reward, it could be guessed according to the difficulty of the dungeon that the reward was at least in the 4 digits.

Seeing Bathroom Goer decisively abandoning himself, Midnight Pubg was taken aback.

Damn, does he have to be so realistic?

Looking at the old acquaintance walking towards him, Old White said with a hearty smile. "I plan to buy a piece of new equipment, is there anything more powerful than the one I currently have?"

"Powerful... In what aspects? We have grenades here, and Armor Fist Bazooka replicas, they are all very powerful!"

"I'm not talking about one-off explosives, I mean," Old White tried to gesture with his hand, "is there a gun with a larger caliber?"

While talking, Old White's eyes suddenly landed on the unassembled quadruple cannons in the factory behind Bathroom Goer.

Seeing this, Old White couldn't move his eyes away anymore. He immediately walked over, and reached out to touch the thick and long barrel of the cannon. "Holy cow, this is at least 20mm, right?!"

Seeing that someone was interested in his work, Bathroom Goer smiled and said confidently. "It's 20mm quadruple anti-aircraft cannons! There are three types of warheads available, and we call it the Air Ripper, or Ripper for short!"

The name sounded domineering enough.

Excited, Old White continued to ask, "How much?!"

𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Bathroom Goer froze for a moment, then coughed dryly. "That's the order from the NPC... As for the price, each one is 3,000 silver coins, and each armor-piercing bullet is 20 silver coins. Let me know what you think."

"What the hell?! 3000 silver coins?" Old White's eyes widened.

It was just a gun with a slightly larger caliber, but its price was equivalent to 1.5 sets of a Miner I exoskeleton!

Moreover, the price of the armor-piercing bullet was simply outrageous, one bullet was equivalent to 20 rounds of 7mm, and three rounds could even buy an Armor Fist bazooka!

Although they had cleared 4 floors in just a few days, and completed the raid on the most critical level B9, the money they earned couldn't be wasted so easily.

After learning the price, Old White immediately gave up the idea of buying one, and was embarrassed to ask if it could be cheaper.

Seeing the expression on Old White's face, Ample Time had an idea in his mind. He stepped forward, stared at the receiver for a while, and then suddenly asked. "Why is this weapon so expensive?"

The other factory manager, Athlete Foot, came out of the workshop next to them.

Hearing Ample Time's question, he answered casually, "It's a weapon that can be regarded as a cannon. The receiver in front of you costs at least 2,000 silver coins, not to mention the barrel and other parts in front."

Ample Time asked. "And what if we need a... A single-shot gun with the same caliber? It doesn't need to have such a complicated receiver, and it can even be changed to a rotating bolt and be reloaded manually.."

Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot were dazed for a while.

"Changed to a rotating... Bolt?"

"Manual loading?"

Seeing that the two didn't seem to understand what he meant, Ample Time continued. "What I just described may be a little inaccurate. In short, it is to remove the automatic mode of these autocannons and make a weapon similar to a bolt-action rifle, which can be easily held in the hand and placed on the ground...”

"I see what you mean, omit the shock absorber and the automatic receiver, right?" Athlete Foot interrupted Ample Time, rubbing his chin with interest.

"But that kind of gun will be very heavy, right? And the recoil is probably not small, it is estimated that a fixed tripod is needed... Are you sure it can come in handy?"

After all, that was a cannon, not a gun.

If the shock absorber and buffer device were cut off and made into a weapon that could be carried on the shoulder and fired, just one shot would probably destroy the shooter's shoulder.

Unless the length of the shell was made a little shorter, to the size of that bullet.

However, in that case, the caliber of 20mm was a bit redundant, and it had to be changed to a 12mm barrel.

However, after hearing Athlete Foot's concerns, Ample Time and Old White looked at each other with meaningful smiles on their faces.

It would be a bit difficult for most people.

But were they ordinary people?

"You can add a bipod and butt, but the fixed tripod is not necessary." Old White tapped the exoskeleton's welded breastplate with his fist, with a reassuring smile on his face. "Don't worry, I can handle it!"