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After a thorough selection, the weapons finally made it to the display for people to choose from. Freyr gazed at them for a while, ultimately falling in love with these conventional weapons. He picked up a Sniper Rifle from Eye King Snake and two ordinary handguns from Grim Reaper Weasel. These handguns were quite common and easy to carry. Given his strength, he could easily handle the recoil without any issue, and their concealability was decent.
These revolvers had impressive records on the battlefield in previous wars, but those achievements were mostly against human foes. Their effectiveness against the Zerg was significantly diminished. When humanity was still unaware of the Zerg's invasion, they used conventional weapons to counter their emergence, attempting to suppress them with firepower. Despite having numerical superiority, each soldier of the Zerg possessed exceptional physical qualities, making them lethal in combat.
Back then, it took about five humans to barely restrain a single insectoid creature. The larger insects could easily crush any industrial defense lines under their relentless charge, turning them into scrap metal. This was their strength; however, using artillery or missiles for long-range strikes proved even more effective against such creatures.
The tragedy lay in humanity's complete lack of experience in dealing with these beasts. While they could learn from past encounters, their strategies were merely superficial arrangements. Wherever the Zerg went, they left behind ruins resembling heaps of scrap metal.
The bunkers that people took pride in and various industrial defense walls could only slightly hinder the insects' advance. As the insects began to swarm, even the most advanced weapons would eventually succumb to the cacophony of gunfire and explosions. The overwhelming sound of impact echoed everywhere, and looking at this gun felt like witnessing those humiliating battles from long ago. It seemed as if he hadn't even been born during that era.
This weapon originated from that time, a product of an age marked by decline, signaling the dawn of a new era. Nowadays, people utilized advanced titanium alloy walls and heavy concrete and graphite as effective barriers against the Zerg. These materials had once served as effective defensive layers for air raid shelters and were even used to fill openings designed to withstand nuclear explosions. They could block blasts and withstand powerful impacts; neither nuclear weapons nor underground bombs could penetrate the graphite structure, and even toxic fuels were ignored when passing through it.
These two handguns might become standard equipment; every team member would need one for use. The ammunition consumption wasn't high, so exchanging for fifteen or sixteen guns would yield enough bullets to take down a large number of insects—provided those insects weren't too large. For larger ones, handgun ammunition would likely be insufficient.
"Alright, I'll settle for this much for now." Freyr selected the handguns; these weapons would be distributed to each member before departure—two for everyone—and they all needed to learn how to fight with dual pistols.
The effectiveness of this weapon was genuinely commendable; its firepower was sufficient, and with seven members wielding dual pistols, they could handle most situations without worrying about sudden insect attacks.
"Okay, I'm good too." Duan Shuai suddenly turned around from his spot. Terminator, Destroyer, Colt Python—none of these weapons were unfamiliar to him; he had access to all sorts of high-quality firearms. However, these guns consumed a lot of ammunition, making maintenance or resupply quite troublesome.
As Duan Shuai approached, the others moved aside to help him select suitable ammunition. The quantity needed was astonishingly high; it seemed he was indeed a significant contributor when it came to firearms.
With enough ammunition secured, Freyr also exchanged for a slightly larger storage ring to hold bullets and even heavier firearms for easier transport. However, he insisted on personally carrying that Destroyer; its imposing appearance was simply too striking. They were preparing to assault a military fortress after all. It was better for him to carry a Submachine Gun instead; wandering around with such heavy weaponry could attract unwanted attention from law enforcement.
After selecting their weapons and heading downstairs, they compiled a list of the items in their possession. When they handed over their storage rings, the staff at the Weapon Store were taken aback upon seeing the inventory on the list. They had requested half of the store's reserves, leaving the manager, Falcon, in disbelief. He glanced at the Hunters before him, locking eyes with them for a moment, and said, "You must be planning to venture deep into Zerg territory. I've calculated your mission requirements, and honestly, you don't need this level of firepower. Even taking half of what you requested would be more than sufficient. This amount is simply excessive." The manager couldn't hide his incredulity.
Despite his reservations, he proceeded to record each item meticulously. After all, these items would soon be faxed to President Ansebo. The President had emphasized repeatedly that if anything unusual occurred, it was imperative to report back immediately. He would be waiting by the fax machine for updates. It was possible that these young people were feeling impulsive and planning a massacre against the Zerg.
Such impulsiveness could be deadly. The astonishing quantity of weapons they were procuring was already rare under normal circumstances. Who knew what other schemes they might have in mind? Their Reward Points had been completely depleted; aside from Duan Shuai's firearms, each person had two Revolver-shaped Grim Reaper Scythe Weasel handguns. These handguns were counterparts to the Desert Eagle, available in rose red and eerie blue colors. Although their combination looked peculiar, they were undoubtedly easy to handle.
They also acquired High-Explosive Grenades, standard-quality grenades, glow sticks, flares, and various other weapons—nothing useful was overlooked. The sheer volume of their procurement was indeed alarming.
After handing over their Score card, they deducted every last Reward Point without hesitation, leaving nothing behind. The manager felt a pang of regret as he watched over thirty thousand Reward Points vanish into the purchase of conventional weapons.
(Chapter End)
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