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Chapter 170 Apocalypse
Like the [Holographic Bone Gallery], the [Automated Warehouse] also has a second form.

It can be enlarged from a palm-sized container to a small container.

After opening the door of the container, there is a built-in space of medium-sized warehouse with a length of 100 meters, a width of 75 meters and a height of 25 meters.

Li Sheng stood in the center of the warehouse, wearing a construction site safety helmet that he got from somewhere, writing and drawing with a pen and paper, and tapping on a calculator from time to time.

"Gluck cluck-"

Hui Yu, who was standing by, put his palm in front of his mouth and shouted like Tarzan, making the noise echo in the huge space. Seeing Li Sheng's serious expression, he asked curiously, "What are you drawing?"

“Spatial planning diagram.”

Li Sheng casually said: "If a machinist wants to upgrade, he has to disassemble and assemble items, create inventions, and constantly hone his skills.

Buying small items for casting spells is just the first step, and a lot of goods will have to be imported later.

What about presses, flat forging machines, pneumatic hammers, bench drills, gas furnaces, stackers, forklifts, gantry cranes, CNC machine tools, 3D printers, diesel generators, as well as air circulation purification systems, fire protection systems, and wastewater treatment systems.

Even if you have an omnipotent back-street real estate agent who can help you buy good quality and cheap equipment, it still costs a lot of money.

Seeing Li Sheng lost in thought, Hui Yu's little brain turned, and he took the calculator and started typing, saying, "There's so much space here, why not rent it out to someone else?

If one room is 50 square meters, 150 rooms can be allocated on one floor. With a three-meter high ceiling, 8 floors can be allocated, which means 1200 rooms.

Put the container in the most convenient location in the city center, a 50-square-meter house with a kitchen and bathroom, and only charge 3000 yuan for each room, with a deposit of one and a third of the payment plus the agency fee, and you can get back more than game coins in one go."

"puff."

Li Sheng, who was drinking Coke, almost spit it out. He looked at Hui Yu with a weird expression that said, "Hey, you are really a genius." "Are you building pigeon cages here? Where did you see these things?"

"Cellphone." Huiyu took out his cellphone as a matter of course, and there were a lot of advertisements for renting houses, loans, and web games on the screen.

"Watch less of that clutter."

Li Sheng took the calculator back with a headache. It was because Huiyu hadn't seen the rental advertisements in Hong Kong, where there were 10-square-meter subdivided flats, which were extremely anti-human designs.

As for Huiyu's idea of ​​becoming a landlord to make money, forget it. First, the Special Affairs Bureau will not allow it, second, Li Sheng still has some integrity, and third, he finds it troublesome.

After leaving the [Automated Warehouse] with Hui Yu, Li Sheng immediately found a real estate agent in Loujie to place an order to purchase goods and equipment.

Money makes the world go round. Three days later, all the equipment was in place and the warehouse was initially transformed into a workshop.

Relying on the workshop, Li Sheng first started with forging cold weapons and armor, and gradually replicated along the trajectory of matchlock guns, flintlock guns, muzzle-loading cannons, and rifled cannons, and then turned to manufacturing steam engines and internal combustion engines.

Most of it was made by him, and a small part was completed by Prometheus's automated industrial robotic arms and the hands of mages.

The Mage's Hand is a level 4.5 trick that any artificer can master. It takes the form of a ghostly, translucent hand floating in mid-air and can lift objects weighing up to kilograms.

Because this skill was so useful, Li Sheng soon used it to do homework, cook, sweep the floor, and do housework. He also practiced his spellcasting ability and increased his spiritual power limit.

His current player panel is:
[The Gambler Who Risks His Life - Ant]

[Lv12, Experience Slot 560/1200]

【Strength: 10】

[Agility: 10]

【Intelligence: 10】

[Physique: 10] (New Human: +1) (Anger: +1) [Perception: 8]

[Charm: 5] (BBQ Enthusiast: -1)

[Equipment column: Assembled puppet, certificate of the magician, holographic bone gallery, bat claw gun, 170 straight knife, nuclear lighter, thunder horn * 1]

[Backpack: Death Note, Automated Warehouse, Insect Lord Crystal, Akiri Toy Factory Key ③, Wound Stop Gel * 5, Myriad Eyes Communication Headset, Emergency Escape Card, Tamagotchi, Micro Life Potion * 1, Sea Shark Type Individual Exoskeleton, Bat Wing Heavy Armored Motorcycle, Avenger Machine Gun, Drone, Sexy Taoist Robe]

[Skills: Mist Hiding Technique, Multi-Line Brain Technique, Experience Role Playing Technique, Instant Thunder, Familiar Replacement, Death Curse Torrent (temporary), Bloodthirsty Rage (temporary), Cut Bleeding (temporary), Wing Gliding (temporary), Misleading Slander (temporary), Small Gravity Energy Ball (temporary), Summoning Technique: Thousand Paper Cranes (temporary)]

[Game currency: 1053]

[Spiritual Power: 480]

[Sanity: 390] (BBQ Lover: +120) (Helicopter Destroyer: +30)

Just when Li Sheng thought it was just another ordinary Friday night, he suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, and his movements in tightening the screws in the steam engine slowed down a beat.

In the corner of the warehouse, Huiyu, who was sitting at the desk secretly playing with his mobile phone, stopped when he heard the sound of screwing, and quickly stuffed the phone into the textbook, pretending to continue doing his homework.

When Li Sheng passed by her, she curiously poked her head out and asked, "What's going on? Is there a mission coming?"

"Yes and no."

Li Sheng frowned slightly as he turned on his computer and logged into the player forum.

As expected, the forum was constantly refreshing new posts at a dizzying speed.

The titles are all like [Here it comes!], or [The desire to kill is rising], or simply a series of exclamation marks.

About every six months, some changes would occur on the killing field.

European gamers call it a big event, American gamers call it a breaking point, religious believers call it apocalypse moment, video game lovers call it a season update, and the professional term of the Special Affairs Bureau is [tremor].

During this period, the killing ground will assign regular tasks to all players, and the execution location will be the physical killing ground.

The forms and contents of the tasks are varied, some are individual, some are team, some require hunting down a certain experimental subject, and some require exploring a certain area.

The only thing that is certain is that the difficulty of the mission is linked to the player's ability, and the rewards are extremely generous.

After a short delay, advertisements began to appear on the forum's miscellaneous section.

What about micro loans, rental props, personal safety insurance, gun modification, and temporary lone wolf teams?
There are even advertisements for nightclubs, inviting players to go there and spend as much as they want before carrying out missions, with 20% off on all items.

The Jingge organization, which was responsible for managing the order of the forum, rushed online and efficiently deleted a large number of advertising posts.

But soon the paid advertising trolls learned to adapt and use titles that looked serious.
What [Big event is coming, what equipment should novice players buy to improve their combat effectiveness as quickly as possible]?
[Analysis of classic mission cases in the past four years of Apocalypse, with valuable information, please ask the administrator to add the essence],
[One hundred taboos in the killing field, 99% of players don’t know],
After clicking in, the content seems quite serious at first, but halfway through it suddenly turns into an advertisement, recommending players to go to a certain store on a slum street to shop, which is really enough to make people want to curse.

The mall is like a battlefield. I guess some merchants are doing the opposite now. Instead of advertising their own stores, they are desperately hiring trolls and posting spam for their competitors' stores, making the player community hate that store.
Li Sheng browsed the forum for a long time with a sweaty expression, and finally waited for an official forum post written in uppercase red bold font.

[The Global Occult Alliance will hold a press conference at 12: noon London time, in conjunction with official organizations and major guilds from various countries, at the center of Killing Field Street. All Chosen are sincerely invited to attend and watch.]

It was twelve noon London time, about ten minutes later.

Li Sheng released the magician's hand, turned off the main power of the workshop, called Hui Yu to leave the warehouse, logged into the killing field and headed to the shabby street.

The street is neither big nor small, and it is crowded with players in strange costumes.

Fortunately, Li Sheng and Hui Yu arrived early and found an open space in the front yard of the Special Affairs Bureau headquarters building. They quickly set up a two-meter-high observation chair similar to the one used by beach lifeguards. That's right, after having the large-capacity space prop [Automated Stereoscopic Warehouse], Li Sheng loaded a lot of sundries into it.
(End of this chapter)