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The three of them returned to the mine's exit with Brass, expecting to be besieged once again by the bloodthirsty corpses. To their surprise, A Yan displayed extraordinary intelligence and foresight.
Before stepping into the mine, she had cleverly parked a tank at the entrance, creating a natural barrier that effectively blocked the invasion of the outside corpses. This way, those inside the mine only needed to reach the entrance safely, allowing them to quickly board the tank. With its sturdy body as a weapon, they could charge through the horde of corpses outside without engaging in any direct combat, leaving without losing a single soldier.
Once on board, Luo Shanhe sat in the back seat, still feeling shaken from the intense battle with the giant snake earlier. However, he felt a deep admiration for A Yan's thoughtful and comprehensive planning. "A Yan, I’m just an old fool; how could my mind ever come up with such intricate strategies? I truly respect you."
Hearing this, A Yan smiled warmly for the first time in a while but did not respond directly. Instead, she focused intently on driving, as the surrounding environment was perilous with corpses everywhere, leaving no room for distraction.
Meanwhile, Leng Fengyang sat in the passenger seat, his gaze calm and profound. He quietly used his mind to lightly tap into the air, and the System Panel unfolded in his consciousness, revealing various data and information clearly.
He reopened the Bullet Manufacturing Blueprint and heard the system's voice prompt in his ear: "Materials for manufacturing bullets are available. One Bullet Manufacturing Blueprint will be consumed. Would you like to proceed with manufacturing?"
Eight hundred rounds of ammunition.
Leng Fengyang calculated in his mind; this substantial quantity was like timely rain. It would not only quickly replenish their recent combat losses but also provide valuable resources for future trades. In this resource-scarce apocalypse, bullets were undoubtedly invaluable—essential lifelines on par with food and gasoline; they were absolute hard currency.
With this urgent and determined thought, Leng Fengyang swiftly opened the Trading Center. This was a hub where information and resources converged; every inch of space was filled with the fervor and urgency of trading.
On the left side of the panel were an array of goods—everything from daily necessities to rare materials—while on the side panel, purchase requests surged like a tide, reflecting people's most pressing needs in this apocalypse.
In a prominent position on the trading leaderboard, bullets firmly occupied third place due to their irreplaceable practicality, followed closely by food and gasoline—together forming three pillars supporting every survivor's hope in this harsh world.
Leng Fengyang's gaze lingered on the list for a moment, further solidifying his decision to manufacture bullets. Without hesitation, he silently commanded production; a precious Bullet Manufacturing Blueprint became the key to unlocking eight hundred rounds of hope.
As the system automatically synthesized them, bullets slowly took shape—not just cold metal creations but also a solid backing for Leng Fengyang’s survival and future endeavors.
"Lao Luo, keep this batch of bullets safe. The rest we can use for trading; I see we've nearly exhausted our gasoline supply—it’s time to replenish."
Luo Shanhe gazed at the ammunition piled up in the trunk with gleaming eyes filled with joy. Yet deep down, he felt an indescribable envy and longing for Leng Fengyang’s magical hint system that provided insights and guidance.
"A-Feng, although your system faced three days of restrictions last time, its timely guidance during that mine exploration saved our lives—it’s truly incredible. My concern is whether using it again for similar tasks might once again touch upon rule boundaries?"
Luo Shanhe's words revealed some worry; he understood how crucial the system had been during that perilous situation but did not want to bring unnecessary trouble to their team because of it.
Indeed, I cannot be a hundred percent certain whether this action will trigger any violations. But as you said, our escape from the mine was entirely thanks to its guidance. I think instead of speculating here, we should take a leap of faith and explore the true rules of this game through action. After all, the essence of a game lies in exploration and challenge, doesn’t it? Only by experiencing it firsthand can we accurately understand the intentions of those who set the rules.
Leng Fengyang's words completely dispelled Luo Shanhe's doubts, and he responded firmly, "A-Feng, I fully support you."
"Yes, we have no choice but to support you. Look at that fuel gauge; the red light is flashing. We truly have no way out," A Yan said, his gaze fixed on the glaring red fuel warning light on the dashboard, his words conveying a sense of inevitability.
After gaining the team's agreement, Leng Fengyang opened the System Panel again and returned to the Trading Center. At that moment, many players needed bullets, but not a single one was willing to trade gasoline for them.
Clearly, in this resource-scarce end-of-the-world scenario, gasoline had become an extremely rare and precious resource. Its value made every player treat it like a treasure, unwilling to part with it easily for trade.
With a furrowed brow, Leng Fengyang quickly scanned the screen of the Trading Center, calculating various possibilities in his mind. He understood well that in this apocalyptic world, survival rules had been redefined; every drop of gasoline could be the key to prolonging life. Just as he fell into deep thought, A Yan quietly suggested, "Perhaps we could try combining other resources and offer some services, like escort missions or safety intelligence, in exchange for gasoline."
This suggestion was like a ray of light that illuminated the gloom in Leng Fengyang's heart. He immediately sprang into action and crafted a carefully designed trading message for the Trading Center.
[Not only offering a certain amount of food, medicine, and ammunition for exchange but also promising to complete a high-risk area resource collection mission as additional value.]
Shortly after the message was posted, it caused quite a stir. In this perilous world, it was rare for someone to be willing to risk providing such comprehensive trading conditions.
Soon enough, a player named Lone Ranger contacted Leng Fengyang directly, expressing strong interest in the trade and replying with a message: "Two barrels of gasoline for one standard barrel of bullets. How about that?"
It’s worth noting that one standard barrel of gasoline contains 159 liters; two barrels would be 318 liters. This proposal seemed to hint at an intention to take advantage of this special situation to inflate prices, raising doubts about its sincerity.
"Only serious inquiries," Leng Fengyang thought impatiently as he lightly touched the edge of the screen, intending to escape this pointless conversation. Suddenly, the screen lit up again with another message from the other party.
"I know your predicament; your vehicle is running low on fuel and time is pressing. How about this: two barrels of gasoline plus an unlocked map leading to an unknown area? This proposal might allow your journey to continue without hindrance and even open up unexpected adventures."
Leng Fengyang paused slightly, his gaze flickering over the words as he pondered what kind of scheme lay behind this sudden map offer. Yet undeniably, the temptation of gasoline and the map was like an oasis in a desert—hard to resist.
Taking a deep breath, Leng Fengyang decided to continue attempting the trade and replied: "The conditions are tempting, but transparency is essential for any transaction. Let's discuss further."
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