Chapter 464: Chapter 171: Since We’re Here, Harvest Time for Search Materials! (Part 2)

Copper-level executor?

Cheng Ye speculated in his mind, "This badge must have some other use besides proving identity, otherwise they wouldn’t hide it so carefully."

After observing for a while, he couldn’t figure it out.

But it wasn’t a big deal; he took out his Firewood Communication device, activated the verification function, and immediately got the answer after taking a picture.

[Pinghai Building Badge (Silver Level)]

[Function]: Proves the identity of a Pinghai Building executor; stores mission scores (equivalent to currency)

[Usage Method]:

1. Acquiring Missions: The badge number is the executor’s code, requiring an independent password for identity verification to accept corresponding level missions

2. Score Storage: After completing a mission, the reward score is directly stored in the badge, non-cashable, and only internally circulated

3. Black Market Consumption: By sensing the badge with a Pinghai Building special communicator, and inputting the password, scores can be used to purchase weapons, intelligence, supplies, etc.

[Note]: The badge is only bound to the code, not the individual, and cannot be reissued if lost; scores will be permanently frozen

[Note]: The resources department will recycle this badge, recycling price: Silver Level/80/Firewood Points

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"Oh, so it’s like a dedicated bank card for Pinghai Building!"

Cheng Ye suddenly understood, no wonder the four would rather hide the badge in nutrient paste or shoe soles, insisting on carrying it.

Other lost items can be replenished, but if this badge is lost, all the painstakingly accrued mission scores would be gone, and Pinghai Building doesn’t provide replacements.

Regarding someone else picking it up, without the independent password, it’s unusable, acting as a double insurance.

But after seeing the last bit of "recycling information," he had another thought: could Firewood Shelter City crack the password? Or could they forcibly extract the scores after recycling?

"For me, it’s simple; capturing them one by one and searching would yield all the passwords."

"Heh, free skills, free mission scores, this Pinghai Building is really a charity organization."

Cheng Ye put away the Firewood Communication device, unable to contain his laughter.

Although he didn’t know if the range of the Pinghai Building special communicator covered the area around Happiness City, as long as he accumulated enough badges, he could find a place to use them.

Being a black market platform, he might be able to acquire items unavailable in Happiness City, such as good stuff from other Super Shelter Cities, or some crucial special intelligence.

Thinking about this, Cheng Ye suddenly felt that the mastermind behind the bounty on him had inadvertently become a "benefactor who gives benefits."

With Flame being able to perceive gazes, combined with the cooperation of community militiamen, capturing these mercenaries would be a piece of cake.

"Maybe those kids who took on the mission will never know, even in death, that the ’Intern Inspector’ they were investigating was actually an Extraordinary?"

Cheng Ye couldn’t help but laugh out loud, even coming up with a bolder idea.

If the bounty were removed in the future, could he go to Pinghai Building himself to set up a bounty and continue his catch-and-release strategy? As long as they weren’t Extraordinary, wouldn’t it be an easy win?

Indeed, the wilderness world outside is truly full of limitless opportunities!

"Long, take the people back, feed each with two bags of nutrient paste, don’t let them starve to death."

Putting all four badges into a waterproof bag, Cheng Ye glanced at the panel in the upper right corner showing only 6% charging value left, but he wasn’t in a hurry; the people couldn’t run away.

"Yes!" Long quickly agreed, his eyes full of curiosity, but he dared not ask more.

"Oh, and one more thing." Cheng Ye stopped Long, who was about to turn away, "I want to bring back six vehicles tonight, and from now on, they’ll be parked in the community. Assign someone to clear a spot for them, right behind the mall in that closed alley, clean it up, and assign two people to watch it 24/7, don’t let anyone tamper with it."

"Alright! I’ll arrange it now!" Long was about to leave but was called back by Cheng Ye.

"Wait."

Cheng Ye looked at him, nodding slowly, with a hint of a smiling tone, "Aren’t you curious about what these six vehicles are for?"

Long scratched his head, showing a simple expression Cheng Ye was all too familiar with, speaking sincerely, "Sir, if you want me to know, you’ll naturally tell me. If you don’t, Long won’t pry."

This submissive demeanor was utterly different from the ruthless, fearsome "Poison Hand Dragon" others talked about.

"That’s good."

Cheng Ye waved his hand dismissively, "You’ll know when you need to, but some things, telling you too early isn’t good for you or the others in the community."

Long’s heart immediately skipped a beat, instantly discerning the implicit meaning in Cheng Ye’s words.

As he hurriedly exited the interrogation room, he felt his back, realizing a cold sweat had unknowingly seeped out.

But after just two steps, the remnants of his fear gradually turned into pure delight.

The dead soldiers Elder He couldn’t extract information from had no secrets from Chief Cheng.

Wasn’t this also a testament to his abilities?

Reflecting on recent days of following Cheng Ye in training, capturing, interrogating, watching the community transform daily, the foundations of the pedestrian street rising, the mall being slowly renovated, even community women finding places to work and earn money, Long quickly found Er Long, "Find our brothers guarding the detention room and capturing people, I’ll arrange for each one to keep whatever they’ve seen and heard strictly to themselves."

"I don’t want to hear a single brother gossip about the Boss, even if the City Lord asks, they can’t say a word, got it?"

"Got it, I’ll handle it right away." Er Long hastily ran off, the expression on his face even more urgent than Long’s.

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At 8:30 PM.

The iron gates of the Mechanical Bureau’s compound slowly opened, and six military-green vehicles drove out one by one.