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In a secluded corner, after disposing of the body, Ye Wumeng arrived at the entrance of the Weapon Shop. He looked up at the sign and softly murmured the name. The shop was encased in metal, appearing far larger than Anlius's small hut from the outside.
Old Deng's Weapon Shop, Anlius Apothecary.
He couldn't help but wonder if this was a naming tradition in Lanst Camp, where everyone seemed to prefer using their own names as a prefix. With a slight sigh, he gently pushed open the deep red wooden door that concealed the shop's interior and stepped inside.
"Ha ha! Welcome to Old Deng's Weapon Shop! You can call me Old Deng or Deng Sanqi, whichever you prefer! Now, what’s your name, young man? What can I help you find? Old Deng's Weapon Shop has everything you need!"
As soon as he entered, Ye Wumeng was greeted by an extremely boisterous welcome. Following the sound, he saw a middle-aged man with a broad smile and an impressively muscular build, his teeth gleaming white as he stood with his hands on his hips.
Are all these people so enthusiastic?
[Identification: Human]
[Threat Level: Somewhat Dangerous]
[Combat Power:]
[Note: He has reached his physical limit; chances of breaking genetic restrictions have increased (though not by much).]
Wow, quite strong!
"Um, hello. My name is Ye Youcai. I’m here to pick out a weapon."
As he spoke, Ye Wumeng glanced around to assess the shop's environment. This store was indeed much larger than Anlius’s shabby little hut; however, he found it puzzling that the interior space felt significantly smaller than it appeared from outside.
On either wall were four numbers inscribed in a square formation, and the walls seemed to be made of welded steel with a small gap in between—he had no idea what that was for. The shop felt quite empty; strangely enough, there were no peculiar firearms or high-tech melee weapons on display. Aside from the man who introduced himself as Deng Sanqi, there didn’t seem to be anything else in sight.
Is this some kind of joke?
This hardly qualifies as "everything you need."
Ye Wumeng's eyelid twitched as he silently complained but figured he might as well see what was available since he was already there.
"Ha ha! No problem at all, young brother! Please show me your identification so Old Deng's Weapon Shop can determine what type of weapons and equipment we can sell you."
Deng Sanqi smiled broadly. Ye Wumeng didn’t refuse; after all, his identity was fake, so he wasn’t worried about exposure. Not that he had much to expose anyway.
He pulled out a sleek black identification card. Deng Sanqi took a glance at it and revealed that signature smile again—his teeth were so white they almost seemed blinding.
"Ha ha! A Third Level certificate! Finally, Old Deng's Weapon Shop won’t have to let these treasures gather dust anymore! You have no idea how much time I spend maintaining these weapons and equipment every day."
Curiously observing Deng Sanqi, Ye Wumeng wondered how he would conjure up any weapons from this seemingly barren shop.
He let out a hearty laugh and pulled out an object resembling a remote control from his pocket, pressing a button on each side of the steel walls.
Boom!
Soon, Ye Wumeng felt a slight tremor beneath his feet, and his pupils constricted as he looked at the walls. The steel walls, welded together, began to emit a low humming sound. The walls marked one and three slowly moved apart, creating a gap, while the metallic grinding echoed in the air, giving a sense of solid security.
Ye Wumeng's mouth dropped open in astonishment. Behind these walls lay a vast space filled with an array of bizarre firearms and equipment!
So that’s where the missing part of the space was!
Glancing at the metal wall beside him, which bore the inscription "Four," Ye Wumeng understood. Lanstad had four levels of resident identification, corresponding to these four metal walls.
"Ha ha, little brother, feel free to take a look. If you have any questions, just ask me," Deng Sanqi said with his hands on his hips, smiling.
Ye Wumeng nodded and picked up a sleek black pistol that exuded a sense of technology.
"This is the Rein Type I Double Powder Assisted Vintage Pistol. It has decent power, but its biggest drawback is that it can easily explode. After all, it uses a large amount of gunpowder to enhance its power, sacrificing safety in the process. If you're unlucky, you might kill your enemy but end up losing a hand—definitely not worth it."
Deng Sanqi frowned slightly as he watched Ye Wumeng pick up the gun and offered this warning.
Ye Wumeng stared at the pistol, momentarily dazed. The system's description was quite similar to Deng Sanqi's; in fact, Deng Sanqi's explanation was even more detailed than that of the system.
Old Deng's Weapon Shop had some pretty decent people.
Setting down the pistol, Ye Wumeng began his shopping journey. Every time he picked up a firearm, Old Deng would introduce its pros and cons. As they exchanged words back and forth, Ye Wumeng became quite familiar with this enthusiastic uncle.
"This one is produced by Southern Industry—the Mark III. It’s considered one of the most disliked sidearms by the Southern Industry military."
The name came from the fact that its bullets resembled long nails—thin and elongated—which significantly increased magazine capacity and made it easier to penetrate armor while allowing for rapid fire.
"The downside is that it creates a smaller cavity within the target, resulting in less severe damage. Plus, this gun is quite heavy; honestly, I think it’s more appropriate to call it a hand cannon rather than a handgun," Deng Sanqi said with his hands on his hips as he looked at the nearly half-meter-long Mark III in Ye Wumeng's hands, shaking his head.
After all, aside from its absurd magazine capacity, it really didn’t excel in other aspects. Anyone who bought this thing might have questionable intelligence.
"Alright, I’ll take it."
"What?" Deng Sanqi blinked in surprise before urging him with an odd expression. "Are you sure? This isn’t exactly a good gun... why not take another look?"
Though Ye Wumeng heard Deng Sanqi's objections, his eyes were fixated on this particular gun.
It was simply perfect for him.
For an ordinary person, this weapon felt just right in his hands. He had never fired a gun before and was most concerned about running out of bullets, but this one perfectly matched his needs. Most importantly, it looked really cool!
The entire gun was silver-white, with an ultra-long barrel that exuded a sense of advanced technology, striking a chord in his heart.
"Thank you, Old Deng's Weapon Shop. I still want this gun."
"Well, if you like it, that's good," came the reply.
Seeing Ye Wumeng's determination, Deng Sanqi flashed his signature smile again. "Haha, do you need anything else?"
"Um, I was wondering if you sell Anke Mechanical Gloves?"
Ye Wumeng remembered that Xu Duan had given him a Blue Card which he hadn't had the chance to use yet, so he decided to ask here.
"Haha, yes! But I can only sell you the Anke version. As for the third generation, only the Dahuo Huo Tuan executives can purchase those. Just wait here for a moment; I'll go get it for you."
Deng Sanqi nodded and quickly left.
About three minutes later, he returned with a pair of Mechanical Gloves in hand.
"Here you go! And here's your Blue Card. It contains information about the gloves' manufacturing process and how to use their functions."
Receiving the Mechanical Gloves and the Blue Card, Ye Wumeng put on the gloves and felt a sense of novelty. Although they were called Mechanical Gloves, they were made from some unknown metal that was incredibly lightweight—he hardly felt any burden at all.
"Haha! Is there anything else you need? As long as I have it in my shop, I can get it for you."
"Not for now, thank you."
Ye Wumeng expressed his gratitude to Old Deng's Weapon Shop with a beaming face.
"Haha! Since that's the case, I see it's getting late. I noticed from your ID that you're also from Southern Industry. We can consider ourselves half fellow townsmen. How about staying here for dinner?"
Deng Sanqi was all smiles; after all, meeting someone from his hometown in a strange city made him feel warm and connected.
"Sure, no problem. Sorry for the trouble."
He knew very little about Lanstad and saw this as a perfect opportunity to learn more about it.
Also, he needed to prioritize visiting the Recycle Shop for corpses.
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