It wasn't hard to imagine. After the apocalypse struck, the shooting range owner and his little secretary had eaten, slept, and relieved themselves entirely within this bedroom.

In the end, their food ran out. The scorching heat outside made them too afraid to venture out. The two starved to death here and turned into zombies four days ago.

Zhao Yin and Little Monkey rummaged through everything. Aside from two cartons of Huazi cigarettes, there were no useful supplies whatsoever.

The food and water had long been consumed by that adulterous couple, and there was no sign of the sniper rifle either.

Zhao Yin frowned. In his past life, he had personally seen that big sniper.

"There must be a hidden room!" He began examining the surrounding walls.

True Sight had no effect on ordinary objects, but the enhanced vision from Contract Soul proved extremely useful now.

Zhao Yin quickly noticed a discrepancy in the wallpaper.

A faint gap behind it was barely visible. An ordinary person's naked eye would never catch it, but it couldn't escape his enhanced sight.

He stepped forward and knocked. Sure enough, a hollow, muffled sound came back.

He pulled out the butterfly knife and thrust it forward, piercing through both the wallpaper and the alloy door beneath. With a sharp yank downward, the blade tore through the metal like tofu.

The destructive power of a transcendent weapon was incomparable to any pre-apocalypse metal.

Zhao Yin cut out a square shape, stowed the butterfly knife, and kicked outward.

Clang!

The cut-out section went flying.

A square entrance roughly one meter across appeared in the wall.

Zhao Yin switched on his flashlight and stepped inside first. Little Monkey quickly shrank its body and followed behind its master.

The hidden room was roughly fifty square meters.

As Zhao Yin walked in, he saw a mountain of cash piled in the center. By his estimate, at least seventy to eighty million yuan in hundred-yuan bills. Before the apocalypse, this would have driven most people insane.

Now it was worthless paper.

For the shooting range owner back then, this pile of cash wasn't worth a single piece of moldy bread.

Zhao Yin ignored the "trash" and swept his gaze across the room.

Various antiques, calligraphy scrolls, and paintings filled three entire shelves. An exquisite long wooden box sat on the uppermost platform.

Zhao Yin stepped forward and opened it.

Inside lay all the components of an M82A1 sniper rifle.

Beside it: sixty large-caliber armor-piercing rounds.

A smile spread across his face. Finally.

He picked up the components and began assembling. Click. Clack. Seven years of gun-handling experience from his past life meant his assembly speed could surpass any special forces soldier.

Soon, a formidable big sniper was fully assembled. Zhao Yin shouldered the weapon and aimed at an antique vase. Killing intent surged naturally within him.

This type of gun was typically military-issue, mostly mounted on small naval vessels or attack helicopters. Its power was astonishing.

With his current strength as an F-Rank Evolver, Zhao Yin could hold it directly in his hands, withstand the recoil, and forcibly use the sniper rifle like an ordinary rifle.

He had no intention of test-firing it. He stored it directly in the Spatial Ring.

Only sixty rounds. He couldn't waste them unless absolutely necessary.

His gaze fell on another shelf. He had noticed earlier that a Tang Dao rested there.

Zhao Yin walked over and picked it up. About seven or eight jin.

He drew the blade from its scabbard. Cold light flashed-it had been sharpened. The spine and back were thicker than ordinary Tang Daos. Total length: 1.6 meters. Blade length: 1.2 meters.

Before the apocalypse, very few people could have wielded something like this. The shooting range owner had probably kept it as a collectible.

Now it belonged to Zhao Yin.

Little Monkey looked at the cool Tang Dao in Zhao Yin's hand, then at the steel rod in its own grip. It immediately stepped forward and began searching frantically, as if hoping to find a real weapon for itself.

Unfortunately, this hidden room was where the owner stored valuables. Ordinary weapons wouldn't be placed here.

Zhao Yin searched a bit more. Nothing else usable.

Just as he was about to leave the basement with Little Monkey, he casually picked up the metal door from the floor.

Earlier, after Little Monkey had enlarged itself, it had swung that door and smashed a zombie into meat paste. Hand it to the monkey in a critical moment, have it fully activate its ability, and it could sweep through a large area.

Zhao Yin didn't leave the shooting range immediately. He hadn't forgotten what this place was.

In his past life, that person had taken the sniper rifle and left without mentioning the armory. Because that person simply couldn't excavate it at the time.

But Zhao Yin was different.

Although the armory had collapsed, he believed there must still be surviving firearms and ammunition.

The shooting range was a large open space, easy to identify. The armory shouldn't be far. All the nearby buildings had collapsed.

Zhao Yin led Little Monkey to the ruins.

Just then, he heard voices.

A man and a young girl. As for what exactly they were saying, he couldn't make it out clearly.

Survivors inside the shooting range?

Zhao Yin planned to grab the weapons and leave. Whatever happened next had nothing to do with him.

As for whether they'd come looking for trouble-he didn't consider himself a pushover, and he didn't mind killing a few people.

Soon, he spotted a piece of bulletproof glass with red lettering: "Weapons Warehouse."

This had originally been a standalone building. The collapsed concrete was much sturdier than the surrounding debris.

Definitely the armory.

Zhao Yin immediately began using the Spatial Ring to move concrete. Little Monkey enlarged its arms to help.

It was now an F-Rank Mutant Beast. Compared to before, it could sustain its ability for longer periods. If it fully activated full-body enlargement, Zhao Yin estimated it could last at least three minutes.

If it only enlarged its arms, half an hour was no problem.

Man and monkey worked with enthusiasm. After more than ten minutes, the top layer of rubble was cleared away, revealing crushed tables and chairs, deformed iron cabinets, broken bows of various types...

Zhao Yin and Little Monkey cleared things out. On the outermost layer, they found several compound bows that weren't completely destroyed. Although severely deformed, Zhao Yin salvaged quite a few usable parts.

In the end, he assembled three complete compound bows.

"Look for arrows. See how many are still usable!" Zhao Yin ordered.

Little Monkey immediately enlarged its arms, forcibly pried open several large deformed iron boxes, and dumped out thousands of arrows.

Most were severely damaged. Zhao Yin inspected them carefully.

Roughly a hundred arrows were still usable.

Unlike bullets, arrows could be reused. As long as he was frugal, they could last a long time.

The significance of these three compound bows even surpassed the big sniper he had just obtained. Simply because bullets were too scarce.

Next, Little Monkey dug out a severely deformed large safe from the debris. Zhao Yin handed over the butterfly knife, and with a few cuts, the monkey sliced it open.

Inside: firearms and ammunition.

The long guns had been crushed and deformed beyond use. However, the handguns, being smaller, had survived in greater numbers.

In the end, Zhao Yin found twelve usable revolvers. There was also a fair amount of ammunition left: 120 shotgun shells and 1,600 pistol rounds.

Unfortunately, no large-caliber rounds suitable for the M82A1.

It might have been due to the shooting range's business scope, or perhaps policy restrictions, but the firearm selection was very limited.

The revolvers were all police-issue models from the last century. Their power was mediocre, but for most people in the apocalypse, they were already invaluable lifelines.

Zhao Yin stored all the weapons in the Spatial Ring, keeping only one compound bow and fifty arrows.

He found a quiver, loaded the arrows, and slung both across his back. More convenient to access that way.

"Little Monkey, let's go." Zhao Yin ordered.

Little Monkey quickly followed. Man and monkey headed straight for the exit.

Just then, Zhao Yin heard the survivors speaking again.

"Song Xiaodao, hurry up and get it hard for me!"

"No... I don't want to. It's so disgusting. Sob...!"

"Fuck your mother! I jerked off too much back in the day. If you don't do it, I can't get hard. Hurry up, or I'll fucking break your legs!" The man's voice was vicious and menacing.

The little girl's voice was filled with terror: "Brother Quan, please, please let me go...!"

Song Xiaodao?

Zhao Yin's expression froze.

He vaguely remembered that in his past life, just before he died, among the three women who had risked their lives to save him, the youngest one was called Xiaodao.

It seemed her surname was also Song.

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