"You idiot, ruined my whole plan. Those guys have sharp noses, and I can't pretend to be arrested a second time. If they recognize me, I will definitely drain my blood first before talking about anything else." The old drunkard changed the black dress he wore when he and Zero first met, and now he is wearing an off-white shirt and a long trench coat. While thinking about it, he took off the windbreaker.
There are many gun parts hidden in this unremarkable windbreaker. The old drunkard took them off the windbreaker and assembled them skillfully. After a while, a modified sniper rifle appeared in Zero's eyes.
This sniper rifle is not in any sequence of firearms that Zero knows at all. It will be similar to the old-fashioned Barrem, but the barrel is longer and thicker. There is no sight on the gun, God knows what the sight distance of the old drunkard is, to be able to hit the enemy with such a sniper rifle. The bullets of the sniper rifles are also very special. They look like ordinary large-caliber sniper rifle bullets, but the bullets are engraved with beautiful patterns.
Intuition tells Zero that these patterns are not only for good looks, but more likely designed to enhance the power of bullets.
Looking at Ling Ling staring at his sniper rifle and bullets, the old drunkard was very pleased, shook the gun and said: "This is a good guy who has been with me all my life. It is an improved sniper rifle designed and made by my Excellency Ben Douglas. It's called Colt, and I machined a screw so small that I machined it with a machine tool. Although your M500 is also a rare item, I only have one Colt in the world."
Zero showed a thoughtful expression, a firearm made by himself, and a finished product made by an assembly line, it feels absolutely different to use. The firearms made by oneself are like an extension of one's own blood, and the author has devoted all his efforts in the process of firearms from design to manufacture, and then to the finished product. It is no exaggeration to say that when the finished product is finished, the gun also has its own soul.
Now Zero understands why there is no sight on this long-barreled sniper rifle. But making firearms by yourself is easy to say, but the conditions are quite harsh. It not only requires a lot of suitable materials and related manufacturing equipment, but also requires the author to be familiar with the principles of firearms and the processing of parts and other series of knowledge, which does not mean that you can make it if you want to.
"So, you are also hired by Remut to do reconnaissance missions here?" Zero used honorifics, no matter what the drunkard's actual combat ability is, just because he can create his own firearms is already worthy of Zero's respect.
The old alcoholic Ben looked at Zero, laughed loudly and said, "Don't be kidding, you think I will take this kind of boring task? Let me guess, the reward for this kind of task of Remut is no more than 10,000, even if Wipe out these troublesome rock spiders?"
Zero nodded, indeed, as Ben said, the last part of the promotion task is to sweep the university city. After killing all the rock spiders, the reward you can get is 8000 yuan. But this impossible task, Zero didn't think about it at all.
"Boy, have you studied economics?" Ben shook his head and said, "The price-performance ratio, you know. The price-to-performance ratio of your missions and the rewards you get is too low. Think about it, you can't get 10,000 rewards if you kill all these things. But as long as I take something back from these monsters, it will be far more than this amount."
Zero's eyes lit up immediately.
"It's value, kid. Every creature has its own value, from small insects to giant bears, and even mobs wandering in the wilderness. All these things have something called value on them." Ben stared at Zero. : "The question is whether you can find it. Like rock spiders, the silk sacs on the mouth of their heads not only secrete spider silk, but also have neurotoxins. Spider silk itself is not valuable, but through the silk sacs The neurotoxin that can be released can be used in a variety of deadly weapons. Things like this can be sold for 50 yuan each on the black market."
Zero's heart skipped a beat.
In the past two days, he hunted and killed more than ten rock spiders. If the calculation is based on 50 yuan per silk sac, then he has let go of something worth more than 500 yuan for no reason.
"Things like rock spiders usually live together with another kind of monster. That monster is called the Lurker, a cousin of the Rock Spider. It is two to three times the size of the Rock Spider. The other organs of the Lurker are worthless. But their shells are similar to some kind of optical armor, which is an important material for making invisible clothing. This is a good thing, and the shells of each lurker can be sold for 1,000 yuan." Ben showed a smug smile: "Think about it , Hunting a dozen of these monsters is much easier than sweeping the entire university town. But the rewards are the same, or even more. The so-called monster hunters need to be familiar with the habits and weaknesses of various monsters What's more, you need to know their value!"
Hearing this, Zero already planned to change his career. He never knew that some of the monster's organs were so valuable. Their value has far exceeded the reward of the task itself.
"How about it, kid. Are you interested in making some money with me? You can earn some extra money after completing the mission. It's not a common thing to make money without losing money." Ben laughed.
Zero asked: "Why do you want to cheap me?"
In fact, no one is willing to cooperate with others in such a profitable business. Working alone will always make more money than two people.
"Because I'm old, although I still have experience, my physical fitness is not as good as before. And this university town is too big, and there are more monsters, more people are always more secure." "More importantly, you know how to use this pair of good guys. Believe me, you can't use M500 well if you have more power. People who use them well usually have unknown wildness in their minds. Such a person usually becomes a good hunter. A hunter needs not only calmness and self-control at all times, but also the determination and courage to go deep into the monster's lair. And you happen to have all of these."
Ben said, holding out his palm at the same time. Zero thought about it, and finally held hands with Ben.
The old drunk blinked and said, "Welcome to join, man. You'll find that being a hunter is a lot more fun than being a mercenary!"