Fatal Shot

“Holy shit! Old Feng, your guns’ stats are really insane!” Big Pineapple moved to Feng Luo’s side with a face full of envy, his drool coming out of his mouth.

After that Big Pineapple seemed to have thought of something and turned around to ask Old John, who was drinking liquor, with a pleasing attitude and his usual sleazy smile, “Master John, apart from guns, can you make other stuff? Armor? Shields? Can you make those as well?”

“Yes, I can. But you’ll have to prepare all the materials yourself. The alloy armor that I make requires a basic production cost of 200,000 credits each. As for a shield, the basic production cost will be a million credits. If there are any additional requests, there will be extra production costs. No ceiling.” Old John’s face started showing signs of being drunk. He shook his liquor bottle and found that the entire bottle had already been emptied by him.

Big Pineapple almost bit his tongue after hearing Old John’s words.

“200,000 credits production cost for one item, and I have to get the materials myself.” The market price for Level 50 top-shelf Rare Grade defensive gears was around 100,000 credits plus. Even top-class shields only cost around a million credits.

Old John’s price was pretty much the same as top-class Rare Grade gears, before counting the cost for the materials.

After that, Big Pineapple moved closer to Feng Luo and whispered a complaint to Feng Luo, “Old Feng, aren’t you the boss here? You’re the one who set the price, no? Isn’t this too much of a scam? You’re even more attracted to money than me.”

Feng Luo only smiled and replied, “Who told you I’m the one who set the price? The price is set by Old John himself. I, as the boss, also have no authority to decide over this. You know, based on the rules, even I, as the boss, have to prepay the cost for production.”

Feng Luo extended his hands, opened up a screen showing the credits deducted from the transaction from his personal terminal, and shook them in front of Big Pineapple.

“2.2 million credits… One sniper rifle’s production cost is actually 2.2 million credits. Even the auction house wouldn’t sell it at such a high price. Old Feng, you’re willing to spend, huh?” After looking at the numbers, Big Pineapple couldn’t help but look at Feng Luo’s new sniper rifle weirdly as if he was looking at a pile of credits.

“In truth, I feel that it is quite worth it.” Feng Luo did not care too much about the price though. For one, the stats of the rifle were really worth the price. If he were to put the rifle on the auction, due to the uniqueness of the rifle, it would definitely sell more than two million credits.

Secondly, among the two million credits, he only needed to really pay around 200,000 credits.

The 200,000 credits were the true production costs of Old John. The rest included the system’s tax. As the boss, though the actual work was done by Old John, he was the real person to receive the money.

When Old John told Feng Luo the price and the distribution at first, even Feng Luo was a bit dumbfounded.

First of all, the price was definitely too high; secondly, Old John only asked for 10% of the total price as his commission while the remaining 90% were considered the store’s profit.

In a similar situation, Lin, who was also a Master Level NPC, asked for 95% of the total revenue while Feng Luo himself only received less than five percent.

The system was so generous this time that Feng Luo was unable to understand the situation.

It made him suspicious, thinking that it might be another plot, wondering if a money-draining scenario was going to pop up soon.

Or perhaps he already had such a money-draining scenario in front of him. After all, he still had not yet gathered the 500 million credits needed to purchase the Legendary Grade equipment production set.

Although Feng Luo was thinking about those things, he still replied Big Pineapple, “Seriously, don’t complain about its price… Would you believe me if I told you that, once I announce the stats of this rifle to the public, that people would be lining up to buy this sniper rifle even if I set the price at 10 million credits each?” When he spoke, Feng Luo was incredibly confident about his claim.

Although he was a little fidgety earlier, after seeing the stats of the sniper rifle created by Old John, he was no longer worried.

For many wealthy and superstar players, the attractiveness of an equipment tailored to the individual based on specific requests might be even greater than a Legendary Grade item.

Feng Luo started to have a vague idea of how he was going to fill the 200 million credits gap to purchase the Legendary Grade item production equipment set.

“Master John!” Just as Feng Luo described, the Phoenix’s bewitching eyes started to shine very brightly. She, unlike Big Pineapple, was not fixated on money and wealth.

“Can you really make an item based on the customer’s request? If I wanted a set of red Level 50 Rare Grade female-styled armor, will you be able to make it?” Phoenix looked expectantly at Old John.

Her “Red Lotus” equipment set that she was wearing was a set of Level 45 Rare Grade equipment; however, the stats of the armor set were not among the top tier.

She kept using them for so long without switching them out was because the armor set was, without a doubt, the best-looking female armor set around. It was also a full-body armor set completely in red.

However, right now, it seemed to her that a chance to switch to a better armor set had suddenly appeared.

“Yes, based on the requirements you set, a nine-item female-styled power armor set. The production cost will be 4.5 million credits in total. I’ll provide you with the materials list in a bit. Prepare them in three days…” After understanding Phoenix’s requirements, Old John mentioned a production cost that was double the cost of Feng Luo’s sniper rifle.

Before he finished speaking, he had already fallen asleep while sprawled on a work table, the smell of alcohol reeking on his body.

Big Pineapple stared as the liquor bottle slipped from Old John’s hands and rolled on the ground. He looked a bit shocked as Feng Luo picked up the bottle and threw it into the garbage management robot.

He stared at Phoenix with a weird expression and asked as if he wanted confirmation, “Ugh, slept? Just like that? Phoenix, you’re really willing to spend, aren’t you? It’s more than four million credits.”

“If he can really create Rare Grade items based on my requests, and the items have suitable stats along with a decent and stylish appearance, then 4.5 million credits isn’t all that expensive at all.” Phoenix looked at Big Pineapple with a joyous and expectant look.

“Alright then… You’re both really willing spenders…” Big Pineapple was speechless and decided to stop talking.

With his money-loving personality, he would never be willing to spend that amount of money.

However, at that time, Haruko’s voice suddenly appeared from their special agent earphones.

“Everyone! We have a new mission!”

A new Special Agent mission had already come.