Wang Zhi left the Guard Headquarters and went to the Weapons Hall to purchase 500 Survival Points worth of ammunition in preparation for the battle.
This expedition required them to enter the most densely populated city center, where there would naturally be no shortage of Zombies.
Upon returning to the residence, everyone was cleaning and wiping down their respective weapons. After Wang Zhi distributed the ammunition according to type to the others, everyone received five spare magazines. The purpose of the spare magazines was to allow continuous firing simply by swapping them out without needing to reload. However, if all five spare magazines were depleted and Zombies still remained, they would have to switch to melee weapons to deal with them, only slowly reloading all the magazines after the wave of combat was over.
Wang Zhi took off his Weight-bearing Suit, instantly feeling light, as if he had an excess of strength with nowhere to release it.
Su Muying's Fentian, which she had purchased for 2,000 Survival Points, was delivered at this time. It arrived in a metal case. Su Muying located the latch and pressed it. With a sharp 'hiss' from the box, the cold air inside condensed into visible vapor upon meeting the outside atmosphere. Seeing the packaging, Wang Zhi remarked internally that the container alone must have cost 50 Survival Points.
As the vapor cleared, the group finally got a clear look at the Dagger inside. The entire weapon measured 45 centimeters long. Faint purplish luminescence could just be discerned beneath the black metal. The savage serrations along the blade edge exuded a palpable, invisible pressure.
"Is this really a 2,000 Survival Points Dagger? It's so cool! Wow! It's freezing!" Fatty stared at the Fentian in the box and reached out to touch it, but the chilling cold emanating from the weapon made him snatch his hand back instantly.
"Tch, Fatty, are you an idiot? Didn't you see the display on the box said it was minus 30 degrees Celsius?" Su Muying shot Fatty an exasperated look.
Only after the case's cooling system was shut off and the temperature returned to 0 degrees did Su Muying finally retrieve the Fentian. Holding the Fentian, Su Muying appeared even more formidable.
Su Muying mimicked Jia Liuli's earlier action of cleaving a bullet with the Ye Linglong. She placed a single bullet on the table. This time, without even initiating a downward arc, she simply pressed the Fentian against the bullet. With a slight application of force, the bullet split cleanly in two, just like a potato.
Everyone standing nearby was somewhat shocked, beginning to wonder if they had bought a batch of fake bullets.
Having tested its power, Su Muying's hand gripping the Fentian began to tremble slightly with excitement. Her cold, arrogant gaze seemed unfocused, and her dark eyes appeared filled with greed.
"Hey! Ying, are you alright?" Old He asked nervously, seeing Ying's slightly manic state.
"This… this is… power?" Su Muying spoke through gritted, distorted teeth, then focused her gaze on the five people.
"Hey hey, Fatty, what's wrong with Sister Ying?" Zhang Ming asked from the side.
"Judging by my years of experience, she's probably been struck by an inner demon. If nothing unexpected happens, we're all dead," Fatty analyzed.
"Then why don't we run?" Zhang Ming asked, confused.
"Right, why don't we run?" Fatty suddenly reacted, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.
"Ah!"
Accompanied by Su Muying's wild laughter, Fatty and Zhang Ming were frightened into fleeing out the door.
"Ah ha ha ha!" Su Muying continued to laugh maniacally.
"Hey, Sister Ying, can you be a little more mature, like Liuli?" Wang Zhi looked at Su Muying, this drama queen, with an indifferent expression.
"Hmph, boring." Su Muying returned to normal, stabbed the Fentian into the table, and then went back to the sofa to watch the movie.
Seeing Su Muying return to normal, Wang Zhi let out a long sigh of relief. He almost thought Su Muying had really gone crazy just now, and he was one step away from drawing his gun. Liuli beside him was also quite scared, but Old He forced himself to stay for the sake of appearances.