Chapter 43 (1/2)

”You fool, you've spoiled my whole plan.

I can't pretend to be arrested a second time.

If they recognize me, they'll definitely drain my blood first before they talk about anything else. ”

The old drunk had changed out of the black dress he had worn earlier in the day, and was now wearing a gray shirt and a long trench coat.

As he chanted, he opened his windbreaker.

Inside this unremarkable trench coat were a number of pieces of firearms. The old drunkard took them off the trench coat and skillfully assembled them.

Not long later, a modified sniper rifle appeared before Zero's eyes.

The sniper rifle was not in any of the zero known gun sequences. It was close to the old-fashioned Barrem, but the barrel was longer and thicker.

There were no aiming devices on the body of the rifle. Only God knew what range the old drunkard had to see, only then would he be able to hit the enemy with a sniper rifle like this.

The bullets for sniper rifles were also very special. They were like ordinary large-caliber sniper rifles, but the warheads were engraved with beautiful lines and patterns.

Intuition told him that these patterns were not only for good, but more likely designed to enhance the power of the bullet.

Zero stared at his sniper rifle and bullets. The old drunkard was rather pleased. He shook his rifle and said, ”This is a good fellow who has accompanied me all my life. This is an improved sniper rifle that I, Sir Ben Douglas, designed and manufactured personally.”

It's called Colt, and it's so small I made it out of a machine.

Your M500 is also a rarity, but my Colt has only one in the world. ”

Zero revealed a thoughtful expression. A handmade firearm and a finished product made from assembly line felt completely different when used.

The handmade firearms were like an extension of one's bloodline. From design to manufacture, to finished products, the handmade firearms poured all of the author's effort into it.

It is no exaggeration to say that when the finished product is complete, the gun has its own soul.

Now Zero began to understand why there were no more aiming devices on the long-barreled sniper rifle.

However, while it was easy for him to make firearms, the conditions were quite harsh.

Not only did it require a large amount of suitable materials and related manufacturing equipment, but it also required the author to be familiar with the principles of firearms and the processing of parts. It was not something that could be done simply by doing it.

”So, you are also employed by Remutt as a scout?”

No matter what the ability of an alcoholic to fight in actual combat was, if he was able to create a gun exclusive to himself, it was already worthy of zero respect.

The old drunkard said with a laugh and said with a laugh, ”Stop joking around. Do you think I would accept such a boring task?”

Let me guess, the reward for this kind of mission by Remutt should be no higher than ten thousand. Even if we kill all these troublesome Rock Spiders? ”

Zero nodded. As Ben said, the last part of the promotion mission was to sweep the academy city.

After killing all the spiders, the reward would be one thousand pieces.

But for this impossible quest, Zero had never considered it.

”Boy, have you read economics?”

Ben shook his head. ”Price to performance ratio, you know.”

The price to performance ratio of your missions and rewards is too low. Just think, if you kill all of these things, you won't get ten thousand.

”But I only need to take some things back from these monsters, and it's already far more than that.”

Zero's eyes lit up.

”It's worth it, boy.”

Every creature has its own value, from insects to grizzly bears to even the mob wandering in the wilderness, all of which have something called value in them. ”

Ben stared at it. ”The question is, can you find it?”