Chou Rong casually tossed the crowbar and used his bare hands to wrench open the container door, stepping back two steps with a thunderous sound: ”Confiscating illegal firearms is the responsibility of the public security department,” Chou Rong said politely: “I’m just helping the B City Public Security Bureau fulfill its duty. No need to thank me.” The container was densely packed with rice, flour, biscuits, canned goods, and various supplies. Several guns were hung on the container wall, mostly Type 64 and Type 56, with three submachine guns on the ground. Shockingly, there was even an Type 89 heavy machine gun. Chun Cao leaped into the container in a few steps, looking at the dozen boxes of ammunition, her voice trembling: “With these, what are they afraid of? Just shoot the zombies. Why did those people run last night?” ”Because there wasn’t time,” Chou Rong answered her: “Hundreds of zombies rushing in the dark would overwhelm those with poor psychological resilience. They’d just panic and run forward in chaos. It’s a matter of combat quality.” Before he could finish, Chou Rong kicked him: “Stop showing off!”
Go back and reequip!” Ten minutes later, under the blazing sun, they moved guns and ammunition back and forth, sweating profusely. “I say, young master Feng is something else. Did he rob a police station? I heard B City has completely fallen. Nothing this group does would be surprising…” Chou Rong interrupted the panting Chun Cao: “No, it’s probably a private collection. Look, this Type 89 and the submachine guns are clearly modified, likely purchased through black market channels.” Chun Cao nodded confusedly. Yan Hao carried two 30-kilogram ammunition boxes, slamming them onto the armored vehicle, saying: “The ammunition is of various types. Someone just collecting guns wouldn’t have this much ammunition. They probably scavenged it from abandoned military vehicles… By the way, weren’t they coming back to move things? How will they explain the missing weapons?” Chou Rong said coldly: “What weapons? How could there be weapons in the escape vehicle of Feng Wentai, one of the top ten outstanding youth?”
Si Nan coldly stared at him.
“Clear out all the cargo truck’s supplies within half an hour, or these canned goods will be confiscated by the state,” Zhou Rong patted his head authoritatively and said, “Go!”
