My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

"There are not many things, but they are all extremely needed. Compared to the level of Huang Biao and his team, Maeda Kento is a very qualified enemy!"

Putting down Maeda Kento's core, Somo waved his hand gracefully and opened the storage space. Google search reading

In the corner where the weapons and equipment were placed, two shiny black pistols were lying inside.

“I’ve seen a lot of Kento Maeda’s storage space, and when I changed it to my own, it felt a lot bigger!”

Sumo felt a little emotional, and at the same time, he grabbed the pistol in the corner and took it to the outside world.

The two pistols have exactly the same appearance and appear to have come from the same source.

"It's both familiar and strange. This kind of gun looks like it was mass-produced. Is it most likely that it was fired from a treasure chest?"

After adjusting the safety on both guns to Safety on, Sumo picked up the gun on the left and held it in his hand to examine it carefully.

The pistol in the hand of Taketo Maeda and the tall man is not a gun that exists on the earth.

This pistol, judging from its appearance, looks a bit like the "Makarov" pistol on Earth, which is the famous school officer's pistol.

The appearance looks very light and is not heavy to the touch.

But the strange thing is that the Marklov pistol is a well-known compact self-defense pistol. It is equipped with 9 mm bullets and has a magazine capacity of 8 rounds.

The barrel of this pistol is a bit slender, and from the side, the streamline is naturally more in line with Chinese aesthetics and more aggressive.

Press and hold the magazine latch, pull it down with a little force, and the magazine will be removed.

This gun belongs to Kento Maeda. It has a total ammunition capacity of 12 rounds. One round has been fired so far, and there are 11 bullets left.

Another tall guy's gun, empty magazine, not a single bullet.

A bullet was ejected. The 9mm bullet made of brass exuded a charming luster under the light of the treasure box.

Another bullet popped out. Sumo took one in each hand and touched the polishing marks of the two bullets.

After a while, Sumo felt relieved.

The flash caps under the bullets on both sides have exactly the same arc and direction. The perfect patterns polished by the bullet cases are surprisingly consistent when placed under the light.

"It looks like these are indeed pistols and bullets taken from a treasure chest. Such perfect craftsmanship cannot be achieved even with assembly lines and machine tools. It should be the work of a game."

Pistols are not terrible. In this apocalyptic wasteland environment, to a certain extent, they are not even as useful as electric crossbows.

And this kind of compact pistol, in a sense, is more likely to be used as a short-range deterrent weapon.

It is not a true mid- to long-range anti-enemy weapon.

The technological chain of firearms will unleash its most terrifying fangs only when the automatic rifles, machine guns, and even sniper rifles at the back are revealed.

After gathering his attention, Sumo looked at the pistol in his hand, and an illusory attribute panel popped up:

【K-1 automatic pistol】

[Description]: With a very small back seat and considerable power, it is an ideal weapon for close combat defense within 20m.

【data】:

Caliber PMM

Magazine capacity: 8rds/12rds

Muzzle velocity: 315 or 430 m/s

Effective range: 75 m

Rifling: 4, right-hand

[Evaluation]: It is said that during the battle with this pistol to eliminate illegal armed forces, the gangsters used this pistol extensively, but it was unable to harm the soldiers wearing body armor at all.

"It turns out that the appearance has really been changed, but the power is still the same?"

Seeing that the automatic pistol named K1 still had similar lethality to Marklov, Sumo was a little bit dumbfounded.

Compared with that magic gun, the biggest change of K1 is that the barrel is lengthened, which increases the effective range.

But speaking of power, even if this gun hits a person at a distance of 50m, it will not have an immediate fatal effect as long as it does not hit a few important vital points.

Insert the magazine, take out a unit of wood, adjust the safety to Safety off, and pull the trigger without much aim.

Boom~

The booming sound scared Oreo who was lying on the ground, and the big and small sparks started cooing crazily.

Although the sound of the pistol is not high-pitched, in a space like the underground, after oscillating back and forth, the sound is still slightly piercing.

Opening the safety, Somo picked up the wood and looked at the shooting hole carefully.

"Well, it's not bad. Although I haven't played with a gun for so long, the marksmanship skills that dad gave me are still there!"

Compared to crossbows, Somo was much more skilled in shooting firearms.

Not only because he is a military fan, but also because Su’s father taught him by words and deeds every day, nagged in his ears, and slowly trained him with a model gun.

As for growing up, Sumo would occasionally spend his only ten or twenty thousand yuan of pocket money every month to shoot at the shooting range to relax when he had time.

After the end of the world, although this gun was not the familiar Beretta M92FS, Sumo's good shooting skills still ensured that he could hit wherever he pointed at close range.

"Pistols are better for deterrence. In comparison, my crossbow can completely defeat it in all aspects."

"I just hope that when I save enough survival points to repair the thermal weapon tool machine, I can make some practical ones, not just this kind of useless thing!"

Without conditions, Sumo couldn't maintain the two pistols.

It can only be returned to the storage space to delay the natural wear and tear caused by long-term storage.

I tried the remaining cores of the shelter and found that the three complete cores could be put down immediately to extract the supplies inside.

As for the damaged cores, except for Maeda Kento's, 7 out of 12 can be fused immediately, and 5 need to destroy the corresponding shelter before they can be used.

"After the first disaster update, the weakening was too serious. Among so many damaged cores, only three people actually opened the storage space, and there was only one cubic meter!"

It requires 100 disaster points to open it for the first time. I don't know about other people's situations, but based on the cores in hand, Sumo can roughly guess how difficult it is to get 100 points.

Acid rain, a beginner's disaster, weakens most of the damage. As long as you can gather enough suitable materials in the early stage and ensure that the shelter is intact, you can basically get 100 points to open it.

It's a pity that most people have poor adaptability or bad luck, so they are stuck before 100 points and fail to make enough.

"Those who survive the next disaster should have points to open a cubic meter of storage space."

In the only two cores with storage space, they could not be opened. Somo did not find anything valuable, mostly broken tools and simple food and water.

The only thing that was a bit surprising was that in one core, unlike the bloody ones that had been picked off before, there were three brand new cotton-padded jackets and two pairs of heavy cotton trousers.

In the upper right corner of the cotton-padded jacket, you can vaguely see a logo called: TheSouthFace

After checking the styles, Sumo was surprised to find that these clothes seemed to be from the treasure chest, and the styles were exactly the same.

Together with the six pieces I took off before, regardless of the color, it looks like a school uniform, and it looks extremely neat.

"With these three brand new ones, there is no need to wash these bloody ones. Just find an opportunity to trade them out directly. It would be great if you can exchange them for some supplies."

In the storage space, the blood-stained cotton-padded jacket was neatly tied up with ropes by Somo and placed in the corner.

There was blood on it, so Sumo originally planned to wash it and use it to wear. Now that he has a new one, he naturally doesn't need to save so much.

After packing up all the trophies and putting them away in different categories, Somo stretched his waist and began to put on his combat uniform.

"It's done. Now you can get some snow in and make it into regular water for washing, washing clothes or taking a bath!"

Since he traveled to this world, he hasn't taken a shower for half a month. If it weren't for being too busy every day to take care of it, Sumo would have disliked himself.

Oreo, who was lying on the ground, saw Somo getting dressed and thought he was going out to play. He threw away his sparks in excitement and ran over, barking.

"It's late at night, why are you going out to play? I'll get some water when I come back and give you a bath!"

Hearing Somo's words, Oreo immediately turned his head, pretending not to hear, and ran back with his neck crooked, slipping and falling on the way.

This look made the big and small sparks scream.

"Oreo is so human-like that he can even feel shy. It seems there are many wonders waiting for me to explore in the wasteland!"

Shaking his head and throwing away all the strange thoughts that suddenly appeared in his mind, Sumo quickly turned on the TV to check the surrounding situation.

The illustrated book is scanned every day without any creatures, but this is only the primary illustrated book.

None of the kobolds, lions and other fantasy creatures could be swept out.

Therefore, the good habit of using the TV to do a survey every time before going out must be maintained.

"Well, the environment near my shelter is poor and it's a depression. I guess not many creatures like to come here. After so many days, only one chameleon showed up to my door!"

It was already dark outside, and I don’t know what technology the TV used to provide perfect fill light for the picture.

After checking around and finding no trace, Sumo turned off the TV with confidence, opened the entrance door and walked out.

Turning the combination dial, the lock tongue retracted with a creak, and the door was slowly pushed open, and a bit of coldness seeped in.

At night again, the temperature began to drop sharply.

Soma took off his mask and felt it. At this time, the temperature was at least ten degrees below zero, which was not much different than when the disaster struck.

"Fortunately, the wind speed has finally slowed down at night. If we follow this trend, the wind should stop by midnight. That's good. People who choose to take refuge on the ground will not be unable to survive!"

There was no wind, and the snowflakes slowly drifted down from the sky.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, the entire land is white and flawless, looking like a picture scroll, extremely beautiful.

If you don't count the pressure of survival, if you build a B\u0026B with such beautiful scenery, it will cost tens of thousands per night, and there will probably be a lot of people waving their money to live in it!

"It's so beautiful! With the weather like this, if my sister was here, I could build a snowman for fun."

When he thought about his sister often arguing about why it was still snowing and wanting to build a snowman, Sumo smiled knowingly and walked to the hillside to look at the land.

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