This method has a roughly 100% completeness of raw materials and has the lowest energy consumption, but the bullets produced can be guaranteed to be consistent with the performance parameters in the game.

A more lazy solution is to provide similar materials, such as using chrome-plated faucets, sulfuric acid cotton nitrate, etc., but the energy point consumption will increase several times.

As for the "creation out of thin air" that provides nothing, the Doomsday Game will absorb the surrounding related elements by itself, and the energy point consumption is ten times the optimal solution.

This is undoubtedly too extravagant to do it like this. If it is not necessary, it is impossible to waste energy points like this.

His thoughts moved and he returned to the real world.

The second on the watch was still in the grid that had just entered. Link felt relieved and chose the ready-made 7.62mm bullet conversion in the No. 1 backpack.

The standard bullets for each 0.01 energy point in the game have a 100% material completeness, and the conversion requires a 0.01 energy point.

Then the raw materials are not out of stock? Oh, Fquas!

If the material completeness is 50%, it will take 0.06 per energy point (0.01+0.01×50%×10).

No raw materials are provided, the material completeness is 0%, and the standard bullet is 0.11 energy point per round (0.01+0.01×100%×10).

In other words, as long as there are enough energy points, it is theoretically not difficult for Link to create anything.

Faced with the only 3.4 energy points left, he suddenly had a little doubt about his life: Is this a game or a game to play me?

Even though he was depressed, this was expected - before, he had not been able to take out any physical items from the game, and entering the Doomsday game was also spiritually immersed.

Whether it is creating something out of nothing or transmitting time and space, directly giving it to physical items is undoubtedly the most wasteful and unprofitable solution.

With the 0.1 energy point of Doomsday Game, how can I send bread and bullets across time and space, so that the "respectable privileged user 00001" can be used locally? On-site synthesis is not more cost-effective, and maybe I can even make a profit from the difference as an intermediary.

Things like gold fingers are only more indescribable than American Airlines.

If you like it, don’t...you should work hard on yourself.

Someone eventually converts out 5 high-energy bullets and 40 standard bullets, becoming a real pauper.

Guns in the game? Sorry, there are a lot of materials missing, and you can’t afford to pay a high premium if you’re poor.

The two bullets were loaded into two magazines separately. He drove around the battlefield and muttered in his heart: I hope Lao Mo is not dead yet.

Dead? Then collect the body for him, which can be considered a favor.

All the corpses were swallowed by monsters? Then I could only set up a tomb for Lao Mo and then accompany the next epitaph of "I left very thoroughly, and I didn't even leave a hair."

I think Lao Mo will definitely be very pleased when he comes to the underworld.

In addition, I hope that the monster must be "worthy".

He took the risk to break even, but he was not the goal of "get rich" overnight and "making a fortune" quickly.

...

A few minutes later, Link hid in front of the window of a small attic in a bungalow and observed the battlefield dozens of meters away.

The people in the gun shop are not in good condition at the moment.

In just a few minutes, they were forced to withdraw from the cement office building and had to enter the residential area of ​​the bungalow.

There were only seven or eight people who opened the fire, and they lost about half of their tolerance.

However, this was beyond Link's expectations.

The long-tongued monster who chased them was smaller than the "elite monster" that Link killed in the afternoon. Its strength was a little worse, but it also had bone armor, which was extremely difficult to deal with.

Robert and the others can withstand the team for ten minutes without being killed. They are worthy of being a group of old foxes from actual combat backgrounds.

They have a clear division of labor, and the firing angle and timing have a clear sense of layering. Each person fires a few shots and withdraws the rest.

The attacks retreated like waves, continuous and smooth.

Among them, Thomas, a two-meter-tall black man, carries a backpack-style bullet box, and the M214 in his hand, which is the legendary six-tube Gatlin, makes a strange sizzling sound from time to time.

A fierce muzzle flame immediately burst out in front of the six gun barrels, which was extremely eye-catching in the darkness. The spilled barrage would force the long-tongued monster to retreat, providing a breathing opportunity for the retreating team.

In the past, when Thomas played handheld Gatling like this at the shooting range, all the bystanders praised him "amazing, cool, holyshxt".

Now Link shook his head in his heart: Handheld Gatlin is not a toy, even if this one is only 5.56mm in diameter.

The 1,000 rounds have a load of 40 kilograms. A human-shaped bull like Thomas can hold it and fight an elite monster for five minutes of sports war, which is absolutely super-level.

The remaining bullets and Thomas' physical strength in the backpack ammunition box cannot last for the second five minutes.

Link came, but there was only one chance - whether it was his three consecutive shots or the chances of Robert and the others surviving.

Soon, the opportunity comes.

Robert and his team have very good tactical qualities and have always protected Thomas, the fire interceptor, in the back position.

The long-tongued monster has long been annoyed by Gatlin of the barbarian bull Thomas.

It is not afraid of a few 5.56 rifle bullets, but it only takes dozens of shots to sweep this thing, and it may even be knocked out.

It could only circle back and forth, trying to raid Thomas from the back, but was noticed by Robert and others, and changed the formation and shot it hard, forcing it back.

This time it's different.

Robert and his team lost too many staff members, and the loopholes in defense formation could no longer be filled.

So, when the long-tongued monster raided Thomas again, only two people reacted and turned the gun to shoot.

The firepower of the two rifles is OK to block the opponents of both humans, but it is really not a big threat to the elite monster.

The long-tongued monster looked at Thomas's frightened expression and the barrel that had no time to turn, and couldn't help but make an excited hissing sound, which was full of "great wish to get it."

Link, who has been in the critical state of shooting, his pupils slightly shrank, and his right hand is like a pianist stroking the keys, gently and dexterously sweeping the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang!

At this moment, the long-tongued monster rushed into the air, and hissing sound echoed in the night sky, and the long-tongued monster was ready to go.

Robert and the others were surprised and anxious, and Thomas tried to turn back to the gun angrily and helplessly.

Bang!Biaji!

The high-energy bullets and the skull made a slightly dull collision and shattering sound, and the maxilla of the long-tongued monster suddenly exploded upwards, turning into pieces of fragments.

"Thomas!"

"Faco! Damn monster!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Bang!

The huge body of the long-tongued monster fell heavily beside him, and a sharp bone spear forelimb rubbed his face and brought out a blood mark.

The gunshots stopped suddenly.

At this moment, the long-tongued monster and Thomas were almost facing each other. It might not be a problem to shoot the monster again, but Thomas might be beaten into a hornet's nest.

"Ahhhh~ah?" Thomas turned his head and saw that the long-tongued monster had disappeared 80% of his head. His screams instantly lowered, and his eyes were blank: "Die, die?"

Immediately, he trembled all over: "Die, boss, die!"

"You're so fucking dead!" Not far away, a middle-aged white man wearing a night vision device shouted.
Chapter completed!