Global Famine: My items can be automatically upgraded.

Shen Bei's knowledge of firearms in this world has been elevated to a higher level.

To put it bluntly, if the guns in this private workshop were brought to the world, they could raise an armed thug in a small African country.

But in this world, these guns are all antiques, used by poor ordinary people.

Shen Bei now has a pistol and a sniper rifle.

The sniper rifle is quite useful and its level is slowly increasing.

You can continue to use it.

But the pistol is really disappointing.

The revolver is more powerful and is exactly what Shen Bei wants to replace.

The boss rummaged through the pile of weapons for a long time.

Pulled out an M500 revolver.

"Give."

The boss threw it to Shen Bei casually.

Shen Bei took it and took a look.

Rusty and not maintained at all.

The trigger is stiff and seems to be stuck.

[M500 Revolver LV1: 0/5]

[No bullets, abnormal trigger action, slightly stuck revolver, and insensitive pawl. Rifling intact, high damage. Frequent faults, not recommended.]

The corner of Shen Bei's mouth twitched. If this revolver were placed on Earth, it would be twice as lethal as the Desert Eagle.

One shot can kill a large rhino.

Looking at it now, it's really just scrap metal.

But Shen Bei didn't care. He had a plug-in that could transcend the rules of physics and could fix it by upgrading.

"Where are the bullets?" Shen Bei asked.

The boss was taken aback for a moment: "Aren't you collecting it?"

"For combat."

"This..." The boss scratched his head: "This pistol has a special bullet type. What's it called... Let me think."

Shen Bei said directly: "500SW Magnum bullets."

"Yes, that's the thing. What a mouthful." The boss complained: "I don't have this kind of bullet ready-made. If you need it, I can make it for you on the spot."

The boss pointed to the lathe and production line in the inner room and said proudly, "To be frank, all the bullets in Shelter No. 36 were produced by me. Of course, I can't handle the new tools used by the psychics."

"New guy?" Shen Bei asked.

The boss smiled and said, "It's the kind of gun that can use the crystal core as kinetic energy to stimulate energy."

"Oh."

Shen Bei's face was calm, but his heart was filled with fear.

Do people with special abilities also come with standard firearms?

Moreover, it was a firearm beyond his knowledge!

Have a chance to really see it.

"How much?" Shen Bei asked while fiddling with the revolver.

The boss was very honest: "I can give you this antique for free, but you have to customize it with no less than 300 rounds of ammunition, which costs 50 crystal source cores."

Shen Bei rummaged through his pockets and found only 6 crystal source cores left.

He then put down the twenty pounds of rotten wolf meat on his body.

"I don't have that much right now. Can this be considered part of the deposit?"

The boss touched his chin and said, "Let me see your residence permit."

Shen Bei took out the original owner's residence permit.

The boss looked at it carefully for a while and wrote down the information: "Old resident."

He thought for a moment and said, "For twenty kilograms of rotten wolf meat, I can only give you four Crystal Source Cores. I can process 4 rounds of bullets for you, but you have to return me 300 Crystal Source Cores."

"Don't think I'm cruel. I'm already kind enough."

"To put it bluntly, if you die in the wilderness tomorrow, will I still chase you to Hell to beg for the Crystal Source Core?"

Interest……

In fact, the interest rate is very high.

But the boss's concerns are not unfounded.

When a person dies, all debts are gone.

Normally, 50 crystal source cores have 300 bullets.

Unit price: 1 crystal source core, 6 pieces.

In the wilderness, when dealing with ferocious beasts, if you are lucky, you can kill one within three shots and obtain a crystal source core.

The overall profit is still good.

Shen Bei nodded: "Okay."

After the two parties reached an agreement, they wrote an IOU.

The boss looked up the bullet blueprint and went to the workshop: "Come back in an hour to pick it up."

Shen Bei sat on the ground, disassembling the revolver and then reassembling it.

[Revolver LV1: 5/5]

Shen Bei seemed to have grasped the pattern.

As long as you get a new thing, you can almost upgrade it to a higher level depending on the number of detachable parts.

Except the alarm clock...

"upgrade!"

[Revolver LV2: 0/10]

[No bullets, slight sticking on the revolver, and sluggish pawl. Rifling intact, high damage. Ready to use, but beware of sticking. During continuous firing, monitor the pawl's operation.]

Become!

Abnormal disappearance of trigger activity.

From unusable to usable!

This is the effect of upgrading.

Cool!

Shen Bei held the heavy revolver and rummaged for the sandpaper.

Start grinding, polishing and oiling continuously.

soon.

A revolver that was almost new appeared before my eyes.

The appearance of this pistol is also very distinctive. It is gray and black in color, giving it the visual effect of a small pistol held by aliens in science fiction movies.

At this time, Shen Bei also found a bullet with patterns engraved on it on the table.

Shen Bei curiously asked the boss what this meant.

The teacher said straightforwardly, "Someone with mysterious abilities invented something that they say can increase the power of bullets. I don't believe it anyway."

"How is this any different from consecrating a pistol?"

Shen Bei said "oh" and without thinking too much, he put the bullet into his pocket and planned to study it slowly later.

Taking advantage of the free time of processing bullets, Shen Bei continued to walk into the shelter.

Soon, we arrived at a place with a gear sign.

There are many people with special abilities working inside.

When Shen Bei came in, he saw the people inside constantly turning pieces of iron ore directly into metal.

Then someone else turned the metal into various shapes.

There are gun parts.

There are also various things that I don’t understand.

Shen Bei's eyes lit up as he watched. This was the role of a superpower, and this was the most rational development and utilization of productivity.

"Who are you looking for?"

An old man in the yard looked at Shen Bei warily across the fence.

Shen Bei said bluntly: "I want to customize a piece of equipment."

“Customer!”

The old man smiled and said, "My name is Chen Anzhi, I'm the supervisor here. Come in and talk."

Shen Bei shook hands with the other party and followed Chen Anzhi into the office.

"Tell me, what do you want to customize? What are your requirements?"

Chen Anzhi's personality is quick to speak and he never uses polite words.

Shen Bei thought about what to say and how to express it appropriately.

After thinking for a while, he said, "I want to customize a portable mecha. I wonder if it can be made?"

"Portable? And mecha?"

Chen Anzhi was in a trance for a moment, as if he was trying to grow an elephant to the size of a teddy bear.

Are you not making fun of me?

Chen Anzhi held his chin with his hand and thought for a while. He did not get angry immediately, but asked patiently: "How do you want to carry it?"

Shen Bei stated his request: "If possible, I hope it can be folded into a box, which can be carried on the road. When needed, just press a button and it will expand into a close-fitting mecha."

Chen Anzhi was stunned for a moment, and looked at Shen Bei in surprise: "Excuse me, how much is a portable mecha like this? Can you sell one to me?"

Shen Bei: ...

Chen Anzhi continued, "Young man, what era is this? With so many people with special abilities, what's the point of a huge mecha? The power consumption alone is too high."

"This is not a black technology factory. You've come to the wrong place."

A psychic who was converting ore into metal said this with a curled lip and couldn't help laughing.

Shen Bei was not embarrassed. He was just testing the abilities of these people to see if they had any special abilities that could allow them to create such magical props.

Seeing that the other party couldn't do what he wanted, he lowered his demands: "Then let me put it another way. How about close-fitting armor?"

"Your requirements are even higher than those of a mecha!"

Chen Anzhi almost jumped out.

Shen Bei pursed his lips and said, "What kind of thing can you make? My requirement is that it is as simple as possible and portable."