The stacks of cartons, large and small, in the warehouse are more than one person tall. What do you think, they are all ordinary warehouses, but Wu Gang knows that there is a stack of cartons that are empty, and there is a secret in the small door behind the cartons.
Sure enough, the boss pushed open the empty box, took out the key, and opened the small door.
"It's a small armory." This is Wu Gang's first feeling after entering this single room. Last time he just stood outside and waited for a while, his colleague came out with a big bag. This time he saw the real face.
Crossbows of different sizes are hung on the wall, and the shelves are also filled with various field knives and military thorns, as well as many arm shields and explosion-proof shields.
But when he opened his mouth and asked the price, Wu Gang was a little short. No matter how long or short these knives were, they were all made of foreign goods, either German or Swedish, or even some had specific numbers. The boss himself said that the customers who come here are all enthusiasts. If there are not many items that enter their eyes, they will not want to do repeat business.
Wu Gang picked and picked, and finally chose a triangular thorn. After cutting the price several times, the boss refused to let him go. In the end, he could only win more than 900 dollars. In fact, he knew that this thing was not worth so much money, but he could only buy it from stock first.
The reason why he chose a triangular stab is very simple. He took the knife to stab the zombie's brain. The knife of this shape is good for entering and leaving.
For arm shield he bought a medium size, 500 yuan, it looks good material, with this he can be front with zombie to anus, the explosion-proof shield he does not consider, the volume is a little limited to move, if encounter an emergency, the first thing is to throw it away.
At last, it was hard food. He looked at the heaviest crossbow and took it down. It was heavy, representing a long-range.
As soon as he got it, he felt that this thing was really heavy. The boss proudly introduced that the effective range of this crossbow could reach 60 meters, which was further than that of a small pistol. However, the arrow floated further away, and maybe the head and power would be reduced a lot.
When Wu Gang asked for the price, the boss only said that the crossbow was ordered by the customer and could not be sold to him.
He raised the price by 500 at one go and failed to let the boss go. "Someone called to ask in the morning. If you really want this one, you can make a reservation."
In fact, Wu Gang always wants to tell him that maybe he is the last customer to enter this small house, and those who come again will not come with money.
He asked several crossbows in a row, but he didn't think they were all ordered by others. Finally, He settled for the second-best thing again and again. A toy-like one-handed crossbow was held in Wu Gang's hand.
"Although it is small it is accurate, it is not different from the big one within 20 meters." The boss defended for the crossbow plausibly.
You can blow it hard, if they are the same, there will be a ghost. Wu Gang did not think so in his heart. He pulled the string and could not add more than 10 pounds. With this string, it will reach the sky if it is more than 20 meters away.
1500, with three carbon-fiber arrows attached, this is the price offered by the boss.
Wu Gang said it was too high. In fact, he wanted to buy two. After all, judging from the setting of the backpack, he should be involved in the Diablo game system. In case Vera's demon hunter career appears one day, some of his skills need to be held by both hands and crossbows.
"Not counting arrows, 1800 yuan, I want two." This time Wu Gang was very impolite and cut it in half.
"This little elder brother, no one cut the price like this, this price is basically the cost price, I only earn you 100, and if you go out of my door, the city you can't find a second regular shop to buy this thing. In this way, any way, I also have to clear the stock, I will lower 200 yuan for you this time, unit price 1300, two 2600. I'll send you six arrows, what do you think?"
"2000."
"2500 cannot be less."
"2100. I can't add any more. I have already exceeded the budget."
The two of them quote the price ten times and finally made a deal at 2251. The boss packed the two things he bought in a suitcase with a look of blood loss.
The suitcase was supposed to pay a deposit of 100, but the business seemed to include a whole suitcase. The boss generously gave him time to take it back to the store.
Looking at each other's movements, Wu Gang knew that he had been cheated. Silently sighed, he, as an otaku, bargain, indeed as expected is not what he is good at.
After that, he bought another 25 arrows. The boss suggested not to use so many arrows again. The arrows were of good quality. As long as they were not used to shoot steel plates, one could be used hundreds of times. However, he still bought so much, because he knew that in case he met some situations, it was impossible to recycle the arrow on the zombie's head, and life was more important.
After going out of the warehouse, the boss once again recommended him the combination of tents and sleeping bags, "intimately" according to his budget, and lowered it by another 300, plus an additional moisture-proof mat and thermal insulation blanket.
Wu Gang did not know whether he could come here again after the zombie virus broke out completely, so he accepted the price. He bought all the equipment and the savings in his bank card were completely drained.
However, what does it matter? In a few hours, these numbers on the card will really become numbers. Even if they can be taken out, they can only burn green fires, and there may not be firewood to use.
There was no one around. Wu Gang packed the suitcase into the backpack and the box in the box, reminding him of the great creation of alchemists: Hladik Square.
However, the full 2X2 space occupied made him dispel the idea of buying more large suitcases.
Back to the original road, when the taxi was approaching the intersection of the building, Wu Gang found that the road ahead was closed.
"It's time to come or not." Wu Gang asked the driver to pull over directly. After paying the money to get off, he walked to the side door. Unexpectedly, there were several JC's blocked at the side door and they were also forbidden to enter.
Watching Wu Gang walk past, a JC told him kindly that the building had been closed for special reasons and was not allowed to enter.
Wu Gang made up several reasons and the other party still said the same thing. "Is there anyone else in there?" He didn't know if Zeng Meijia had already finished shopping and returned to his room. Just now he was thinking about touching the equipment when he split up. He even forgot to leave his cell phone number.
"We are already fully evacuating the people inside. If you have family members on it and there is a registration form for the evacuated people at the main entrance, you can go and check it." JC then pointed to the front door.
Wu Gang did not see Zeng Meijia in the crowd watching the scene of bustle at the main entrance. He ran over to look for her name with a staff member. The other party asked what was the relationship between him and her. He said vaguely to his colleague.
However, there are no names of her and Tingting on the list. "Haven't she come back yet?" He went to several shops nearby to look for it but still could not find it.
Looking up at the sixth floor of the building, he guessed a worst-case scenario: there were a large number of zombies in the building, and she was trapped in the room.
"Do you want to go up and save people?" He really hesitated, if responsible for the evacuation of JC was bitten, zombies that will jump out of the building is not ordinary zombies, but strong body, wearing anti-stab clothing, wearing riot helmet JC zombies.