The next morning, East Lighthouse Outpost market.
Dang ----!!
A huge double-eared cauldron with a diameter of two meters and its entire body made of dark fine iron fell steadily to the flat ground in front of the Shenchu's shed with a heavy muffled sound.
[Chubby Chef] Wearing an apron, she circled the big iron pot three times with shining eyes.
He raised his hand and knocked on the rim of the cast iron pot, which was thicker than two fingers. The clear and thick metal trembled in the empty camp, and he smiled so hard that his molars shone in the white light cast by the lamp strip:
"Okay! You're so domineering! This is what you call a serious business as a boss!!"
The delivery player standing aside ruthlessly handed an electronic receipt with a glowing blue light to the tip of his nose:
"The cost of special cast iron materials and the freight of heavy-duty bone plates, erase the fractions, total 3,800 points Bio-Energy, settle it."
The smile on the chef's face instantly collapsed. He muttered in a painful voice, "This will save me a lot of bowls of offal soup." He honestly opened the system panel and transferred the money.
The delivery player put away Terminal, easily held the heavy pot ear with one hand, and with a slight tremor in his wrist, he effortlessly turned the giant pot weighing hundreds of kilograms over, and then turned his backhand towards the street and mouthed:
"Okay, the payment is cleared. Where do you plan to place this military pot? I'll help you anchor the base."
[Chubby Chef] Looking up in the direction of his finger, he was suddenly startled.
In the shelter of the street corner, a huge four-legged living creature was lying quietly.
There are no ferocious Abyss fangs, no armor-piercing bone spurs emitting cold light, and there are no enchanted recoil armors that come standard with heavy-duty battle beasts.
On that turtle shell-shaped thick armor that was as wide and flat as a small square...
A small wooden cabin with a double-layer observation window and a folding canvas awning rolled up on the top was even neatly fixed with skeletons! There was even a row of light alloy folding ponies hung neatly under the eaves!
Two guild engineers passing by carrying heavy chainsaws were commenting around the wooden house. One of them pointed to the roof skylight with excitement on his face, his eyes shining:
"Damn it! Brother! Your chassis is ridiculously stable! It has such a high ceiling and welds a Tier Two high-explosive Secondary Cannon in the center of the roof. It turns 360 degrees and has a wide range of fire. It is simply a mobile self-propelled artillery fortress!!"
The delivery player turned his head expressionlessly:
"No artillery."
"Then... put a heavy-duty collision angle on the front? Kick these four legs and crash through three Tier Two horses. It's just like playing--"
"No collision, no collision."
The engineer was anxious. "No, it's such a big, top-notch chassis, and you don't install cannons or weld corners. Why on earth did you build this thing?!"
The delivery player took a deep breath and raised his finger to point to the ID above his head that glowed with light green--[Silverstream].
He spoke carefully and gritted his teeth:
"I... build an RV!!"
"A... RV with four legs?!"
"You can't call yourself an RV if you have long legs?!"
The entire shantytown market instantly erupted into uproarious laughter.
However, [Chubby Chef], who was still worried about the shipping fee, could not even take a second look at the big iron pot on the ground at this moment. His eyes flashed, and he rushed over with a few steps like a vicious dog pouncing on food. He stood on the open biochemical folding side door of the RV and looked inside desperately.
Shock-proof long table, built-in storage cabinets, modular hangers... and next to the ventilated side wall facing the car door, there is a small square empty platform made of fire-resistant bone plates!
The dimensions and load-bearing slots of that platform...
No matter how you look at it, it looks like it was tailor-made for the big iron pot on the floor!
"Brother..." [Chubby Chef]'s Adam's apple slid violently, and his eyes were as hot as if he were looking at a peerless beauty. "Can your large RV with legs... be able to open it for cooking during the march?"
[Silverstream] turned around and looked at him, and his tense expression finally relaxed a bit:
"Yes. But the edge of the pot must not protrude from the armor line of the chassis, and the biochemical stove must be completely stuck with embedded bone glue."
"Can you really make soup while walking?!"
"On a paved hard rock road, the speed is below 20 kilometers per hour. No problem. If you encounter potholes and faults, you have to stop the fire in advance. Don't expect the physics engine to ensure that you don't spill a drop of soup."
The chef suddenly looked back at his little shabby shack with air leakage from all sides, and then at the small mobile villa in front of him that exuded the fragrance of civilization, and made a decisive decision on the thigh:
"Brother! Don't leave just yet! Give me ten minutes and I'll bring a spare stove up and try the car!!"
[Silverstream] In the past few days, I have been helping to build a high-altitude steel cableway nearby and delivering pots to the magic chef just because I took on a part-time job as an errand boy.
But Che is his own son who he spent all his money to create.
He switched from [Life Weaver] to [Flesh Artisan], Second Advancement chose regular [Flesh Modifier], and is now level 57 Tier Two. This route is not unusual, but what is strange is that he spends so much time on civilian creations, and even the land reclamation groups of the big guild rarely follow.
Other mechanics and modification maniacs spend all day studying how to make Mecha harder and how to make the war beast have two more rows of bite serrations;
He just did the opposite, and his thoughts were all about how to build a four-legged home that could shelter from the wind and rain, and drive around the map with windows in this dark wasteland of flesh and blood.
Two weeks ago, he spent a lot of money to find an abandoned camel embryo from an upstream breeding farm. He prepared the nutrient solution himself to molt the shell, strengthened the spine, and set up the Dragon Bone. He spent more than half a year's savings on it.
The car relies on a nutrition tank and a Energy Storage Pouch installed under its belly to keep it moving. [Silverstream] is steering the front of the car and moves forward alternately on its four legs. It is just a creature carried by Tier Two. It doesn't run very fast, but it is stable enough when walking on the cleared old road. If you really encounter a high-level monster, you can't use a civilian car as a war beast to carry it up.
"Those big guys with guild prefixes on the front line... none of them will pay a high price for your treasure?" The chef asked curiously while wiping the flat bone plate on the inner wall.
[Silverstream] sneered and knocked hard on the ceiling:
"Why not? The day before yesterday, the vice president of the guild offered a price of 20,000 points Bio-Energy."
"Then why don't you sell it?"
"Because the first time my grandson walked into the car and took a look, he was thinking about how to saw off the entire ceiling of my car so that he could use it as a swing seat for his cannon."
"Hahahahaha!!"
"Fuck! Why is I, a mechanical construction engineer, in this crappy game, and everyone is forcing me to be a siege lion?!"
[Silverstream] Cursing, he opened a flat metal sealed can he carried with him.
Bo.
The First Regiment group is crystal clear, like a living jelly-like milky white microscopic adhesive tissue, swarming out of the jar mouth like dexterous reptiles, and quickly attaching to the laid anti-seismic fiber board. Under the low-frequency nerve instructions issued by the [Silverstream] wrist armor, these little things are like a group of tireless worker ants, quickly pressing the fibers deep into the reserved slot of the biochemical base.
They are microscopic auxiliary creations carefully cultivated by [Silverstream] - [Engineering Cluster].
These Engineering Cluster are cultivated and combined with platelet-like cells and active bone glue. They have no independent consciousness and can only receive simple signals, press the fibers in order, and stick to the gaps. Glutes, fibers, and nutrients for culture all cost money, and outside the scope of [Silverstream]'s supervision, they will not find other jobs on their own.
The magic chef squatted nearby and watched in amazement, and suddenly said:
"Brother... is this little guy good at washing dishes?"
[Silverstream] The operating lever in his hand shook suddenly, and he slowly turned his head, looking at Divine Statue looking at a madman:
"What do you usually use to wash dishes?"
"Boiling water, boiling water is the cleanest thing."
"Then are you washing the dishes, or are you holding a banquet for scalding and plucking the Engineering Cluster that I worked so hard to raise?!"
[Chubby Chef] He coughed twice and kicked the spare bucket of boiling water at his feet back half a meter.
Ten minutes later, the biochemical card holder of the two-meter large iron pot was completely fixed.
[Silverstream] Put the remaining Engineering Cluster back into the sealed can one by one, stand up and sit on the driver's seat, and push down the nerve joystick.
Boom, boom.
The war beast's huge fleshy palms, as broad as pig iron, stepped smoothly through the drainage ditch in front of the door. The shock-absorbing muscles of the chassis undulated smoothly like waves, and the huge carriage only shook slightly.
The half-pot of clear water that had been put into the pot for counterweight rippled slightly, and splashed onto the outer baffle along the edge with a pop.
The chef stepped forward and held the spice box next to him with a serious expression:
"No! There's something wrong with the moving line! The soy sauce jar here needs a locking slot, and you see, the person sitting in the passenger seat crossed his legs and the sole of his shoe just happened to rub against my basket of wild onions!"
[Silverstream] didn't refute, patiently stopped the car, sat over and measured the length of his legs, and then leaned over to measure the aisle and corridor.
Listening to a persistent chef talking about whether the spice box should be placed on the left or the right is ten thousand times more comfortable than listening to frontline Berserker yelling "I can put two more boxes of grenades in this place"... it sounds ten thousand times more comfortable.
After all the modifications were finalized, the chef wiped the sweat from his forehead and remembered the most important thing:
"Brother, how do you calculate the cost for this privately customized modification?"
"The raw material and aggregate fees are deducted according to the guild's guide price, and the labor time fee is equivalent to a hot meal."
"What's the point? I don't have any offensive power in this soup, so you're at a loss."
[Silverstream] squatted by the threshold, lowered his head and polished the last safety buckle with a small bone file. Without raising his head, his tone revealed the unique loneliness of a lone ranger:
"I spent half a month alone in Workshop, and the tables, chairs, and benches were polished to a shiny shine. When I looked back inside the car... I didn't even have a single friend who could sit down and brag."
He raised his head and smiled at the chef with a gentle smile from the bottom of his heart:
"You are willing to put up the pot rack and let the smell of oil smoke float in my car every day, that's enough for you."
[Chubby Chef] was stunned, his eyes passed over the spacious and flat long table for four, and he nodded vigorously:
"That's right! The first meal is served with sashimi soup. It's my treat. Who dares to pay for it? I'm in a hurry!"
The engineer grinned, showing his white teeth:
"... More mushroom slices."
"Fuck! Why do you guys always say this line!!"
That evening.
[Thunder King] walked out of the logistics workshop in disgrace.
The beloved old staff was still wrapped tightly in thick cloth and slung on his shoulder.
"Isn't it completed?" [Research Doctor] happened to be walking across the street holding a box of Specificity Filter Cartridge that had been debugged, pushing up his glasses and asked.
"The core of the staff is okay, but the original energy-guiding structure cannot withstand the full force of Tier Four. The workshop master said that just patching up a few pieces of material is useless. It must be redesigned and equipped with materials that can withstand this force. The front line can't connect it for the time being, so take it back and use it as usual."
Dharma King shrugged, very free and easy:
"It doesn't matter. I usually use it as an amplifier when I'm a jungler. But if I'm really against someone of the same level... I'll make my dream come true with both hands!"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes were suddenly caught by the huge thing in front of the food stall.
I saw a strange four-legged RV with a canvas tent hanging securely parked next to the leaky tent!
White steam rose from the two-meter large iron pot I just bought on the side door platform. The chef stepped on the pedal with his arms bare, and sprinkled chopped green onions into the pot in a cool and unrestrained manner. Two long solid wood tables filled with side dishes were neatly propped under the window of the RV!
"What the hell?!" Dharma King's eyes almost popped out of his head, "You just bought a pot during the day, and you just opened a flagship mobile store at night?!"
"What a fuss!" [Chubby Chef] raised his big spoon majestically, "I borrowed my friend's private luxury car to try it out! Boss, would you like to have a bowl to try? There are air-conditioned seats in the car!!"
Dharma King was about to take a step forward when a Tier Two Mecha soldier passing by stopped, touched his chin and clicked his tongue at the roof of the car:
"Tsk tsk... What a waste of natural resources! From this condescending position, we should really weld a heavy cannon..."
[Silverstream], who was sitting in the cab, turned his head expressionlessly and stared at him with dark eyes.
[Research Doctor], who was holding the experimental box, made a loud noise and laughed so much that he squatted on the ground and trembled.
Three more days passed.
The supply boats delivered supplies along the existing upstream branch road, and were then relayed by the convoy. The logistics operation of the lighthouse section became smoother. The front team still explored the route along the outer edge of the gray old wound, and the no-entry signs were not removed.
The doctor delivered thirty Specificity Filter Cartridge in succession in the past three days, and processed ten tons of nutrient solution affected by Red Foam Fungus in batches after recycling Workshop. Subsequent tests confirmed that it was qualified, and the materials that were originally meant to be scrapped can finally be reused in the cultivation of ordinary creatures. Workshop Steward quickly settled the balance and prepaid the second phase of R&D funds according to the new agreement.
The new batch of cultures will have to wait for a while, and the doctor can finally take half a day off for himself. The funds will be recorded separately in the research account, so he can't just spend it all on food and drinks today.
The biochemical RV in front of the lighthouse camp has also been completely transformed.
The spice rack is tightly locked into the built-in shock-absorbing cabinet, the two-meter large iron pot is equipped with a bionic anti-overflow skirt, the side door is completely transformed into a foldable open-air bar, and the roof skylight has been remembered countless times by the whole camp Berserker...
Finally, [Silverstream] stubbornly installed a set of self-retractable double-layer sunshade and rainproof roof!
[Silverstream] Turned over and sat on the driver's seat in a graceful manner, and skillfully pushed the neural shift lever:
"Guys, the road conditions have been sorted out. Tomorrow morning, I will take you out for the maiden voyage! Take the old landscape road that was just cleared and bulldozed by the army the day before yesterday, drive for half a day, and return the same way after lunch!"
The chef who was wiping the chopping board in front of the table suddenly raised his head, his face full of excitement:
"Is there a place to park and set up a stall on the road?"
"Yes!" [Silverstream] raised the corner of his mouth, "The people from the logistics photography team said that there is a protruding Weathered Dead Shell observation deck on the top of the cliff No. 3. The view is unparalleled. You can overlook this recovery zone and the dark red mountains in the distance. It is as spectacular as a painting."
The chef shook the rag fiercely. "That's it! The store will be opened for half a day tomorrow, and I will cook a picnic for you on the observation deck for lunch!!"
[Research Doctor], who was holding the empty experimental box, also had green eyes, and weakly raised a hand:
"Well... can you add me? I'll pay Bio-Energy for the fare!"
[Silverstream] raised his chin and pointed at the huge sunshade terrace at the rear of the car:
"It doesn't cost any money. When we get to the edge of the cliff tomorrow, we can borrow a good lens from the photography team... to take a hardcore blockbuster of me and this car!"
"Remember! Both people and cars are included in the photo, so don't take a picture of my four precious legs that I carefully designed as a driver's license photo sticker!!"
The doctor suppressed his laughter and saluted solemnly.
After getting acquainted with each other in the past few days, everyone discovered that this renovation engineer, who is usually as cold as a block of ice, can pull you from the beginning of Pangu to the Big Bang as long as he talks about his RV.
Outside the camp, a few players carrying their jobs shouted loudly from the air, asking if this sacred vehicle could be equipped with two machine guns and go to the front line to attract attention.
[Silverstream]But I am too lazy to pay attention to these idiots who only think about fighting and killing.
He pulled out the folding chair, sat down firmly, comfortably picked up the piping hot soup just handed over by the chef, and took a big sip with pleasure.
Then, facing the warm red light replaced by the light strip, he fiercely added a warning to the entire camp in the direction of the ceiling:
"Let's set off tomorrow! Who the hell dares to load a cannon in front of me again..."
"--Whoever can put on the reins himself and run the whole marathon behind me!!"