Chapter 154 Guns and Cars
In a building on the edge of the East District, there was a branch of Hope Base Bank.
William led his team inside and approached a metal door.
"The vault?" Jack asked, knocking on it and checking the lock.
"Just a safe," William replied. "These days, vaults are filled with cash and precious metals, nothing too useful."
"A safe? Anything good inside?" David, now comfortable with the group, asked casually.
"Not a complicated lock. Give me some time and the right tools, and I can open it," David said, examining the lock with a flashlight. His background in precision instruments made him confident.
"No need for all that," William said, pulling out the Edge of the Moon, a blade infused with Devil's Gold. He sliced through the lock with a few forceful strokes.
Everyone felt a mix of guilt and thrill at the brute force used.
Inside, the safe was neatly organized. Large metal racks held numbered safety deposit boxes of various sizes, each with different types of locks—some mechanical, some fingerprint-based.
"There's gotta be some good stuff in here," Jack said, using the Edge of the Moon to cut open the boxes. The metal was as fragile as eggshells against the blade.
"Michelle! Check this out, is this an emerald?" Jack called, holding up a green stone.
"Yeah, it's an emerald," Michelle confirmed, shining her flashlight on it. She had learned about luxury items after marrying Caleb. While not an expert, she was pretty good at identifying them within the military police system.
"Must be worth a lot, right?" Jack nudged her.
"This piece... at least close to a million dollars," Michelle estimated.
"Holy crap, we're rich," Jack exclaimed, but everyone ignored him.
"William, anything good in here?" someone asked.
William's eyes scanned the safety deposit boxes and stopped at one marked B18. He used the Edge of the Moon to cut open the lock and pulled out a long black case.
"Remember those two Evolving guys we met at the market?" William asked Natalie.
"Yeah, those two... jerks," Natalie replied.
"They weren't great, but they were once trusted aides of the former leaders of the base. One of them didn't die and ran into me today. To save his life, he gave me some useful info."
"Is this a gun case?" Lucy asked, intrigued.
"Judging by the length... a sniper rifle?" Candice guessed, touching the custom-made case.
William looked at the small lock, squeezed it lightly, and pulled it off. He opened the case, and under the light of several flashlights, everyone saw the gun inside.
Someone remarked, "Type 88?"
Several military police officers recognized the gun instantly, their eyes lighting up.
It was a Type 88 sniper rifle, a standard weapon from the previous generation. Nowadays, the military used M03s, M99s, and even QBU10s, which were more advanced.
But the Type 88, being the world's first small-caliber sniper rifle in active service, had earned a special place in many hearts due to its performance in peacekeeping missions and military competitions.
This particular rifle had been a training weapon for the city's garrison. When the apocalypse began, Simon took control of the camp and kept this gun for himself, using his subordinate Desmond, who worked at the bank, to store it here as a trump card.
Unfortunately for Simon, he died, and the gun ended up with the person who killed him.
"This gun is fully equipped, with both mechanical and optical sights," Jack said, clearly in love with it.
"Just a bit short on ammo, only twenty rounds," Michelle noted, peering into the gun case, slightly disappointed.
William said nothing, just closed the case and said, "Let's move on to the next place."
With a sniper rifle in hand, everyone was in high spirits. They knew William could modify guns, and once this one was improved, it would be a game-changer.
Soon, the group followed William to an unfinished underground parking lot at Hope Base. In a corner, they found a large object covered with a black cloth.
Even William couldn't hide his excitement as he uncovered it.
It was an infantry vehicle, completely intact, with no visible scratches on the exterior armor!
Left behind by the garrison when they came to aid the base, it had been hidden here by the two base leaders for emergencies. Now, it belonged to William.
"This thing is awesome," Jack exclaimed, jumping onto the vehicle, opening the hatch, and climbing inside.
After a while, his muffled voice came from within, "This is great, really great. With this, our combat power will skyrocket."
William shook his head. He explained, "This vehicle is more of a transportation tool now. It can handle roads full of abandoned cars without much trouble. When we leave, it'll save us a lot of effort."
William added, "As for combat power, it's good against regular zombies, but once it runs out of ammo or encounters high-level mutated creatures, it becomes a steel cage that will make your death very unpleasant."
Jack jumped out, understanding the reality. He had seen all kinds of bizarre creatures and their even more bizarre abilities during the day, so he knew nothing could be judged by pre-apocalypse standards anymore. But having this vehicle still gave a sense of security.
"Boss, this thing is great, but we don't need it right now. Didn't you say we could make a few more scores? Is there more?" Jack asked.
William nodded. He joked, "The next part might be a bit dangerous, but I think no one minds, right?"
Everyone laughed.
William's last proposal was actually quite simple—scavenging corpses.
After a day of fighting, the area outside the base's walls was littered with the bodies of zombies and mutated creatures.
However, no one dared to go out and collect the wealth lying there because more living monsters were nearby.
But William was clearly very interested in this.
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