Chapter 12: "Unknowingly, I've already gotten used to zero-cost shopping."

Besides these four, they also confiscated quite a few items.

It was a batch of rifles.

But these rifles... they all used real bullets.

That is, those firearms that require loading bullets on Blue Star.

But here, they had seen many Mechanical Race's firearms, which didn't use real bullets, but light bullets instead.

That is, insert an energy box into the firearm, and it would shoot light bullets successively until the energy was depleted.

It greatly expanded the ammo capacity and enhanced the firing speed while reducing the risk of jamming.

The only drawback was that the energy itself was very cheap.

However, the machine compressing the energy into a small piece and the energy box to hold it were expensive.

This led to the situation where:

The cost of buying an energy box was even more expensive than the firearm itself.

If one wanted to maintain high-intensity combat, they must carry several extra energy boxes, which put a lot of pressure on their finances.

Alternatively, they could wait for the energy in the energy box to recover automatically, but it was extremely slow.

Especially the energy boxes that come with One Star firearms, their recovery speed was unbearably slow.

These energy box firearms were definitely better than those using real bullets, if not for anything else, at least in terms of weight and ammo capacity, they were far superior.

Moreover, these energy box firearms often had many advanced technologies.

For example, automatic early warning within a certain range, automatic aiming, shooting assist, and so on...

After thinking for a moment, Kerr Cowell looked up at Scar Dog and spoke deeply.

"Didn't we get one million credit points from the Cold Wolf Gang?"

"Tomorrow, during the day, let's go to City 18 first and buy convenient energy firearms for both of us. Then we can use these rifles to enhance the purchased energy firearms."

"After all, now our firearms need continuous bullet loading, which is too troublesome, especially when there are not many bullets left."

"Alright."

Scar Dog naturally had no objections and nodded: "But... energy weapons are expensive, right?"

"With the one million credit points given to us by the Cold Wolf Gang, we have more than enough."

"As long as we don't kill or fight in City 18, our identities as Human Players won't be exposed."

"I know that."

Scar Dog hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm just a bit worried that we'll happen to run into the Cold Wolf Gang?"

"After all, they mistook us for Nightwalker's assassins and forcibly shoved one million credit points into our hands, asking us to kill for them."

"Now... the real assassin from the Nightwalker should have met with the Cold Wolf Gang, right?"

"Once the two meet, they will find out that we are, in fact, fraudsters, and then, we run into them in City 18 and get chased by both powers in the city; it would probably be difficult to escape..."

"Hiss..."

Kerr Cowell couldn't help but take a cold breath, gritting his teeth in pain and forcing himself to speak, "There won't be such a coincidence. Besides, we now have one million federation points, so we can consider buying some energy stones."

"That way, whether it's for Culver's armored off-road vehicle or for running away using your talent, we'll have more room for error."

"But that thing is different from firearms. If you want to buy it, you must have the identity certification of the Mechanical Race."

"Scanning is required."

"We don't have that damn identity certification."

"I know."

Kerr Cowell shrugged indifferently, "Go to the black market in City 18 and buy some, just pay a little extra."

"Otherwise, do you think the Mechanical Race wouldn't know that human players may hide their identities, use the items dropped by Mutated Beasts they desperately killed in the wilderness, and sell them in City 18 to exchange for credit points? After that, they go inside their firearms shop to buy guns?"

"Everyone knows."

"It's just that... even though these firearms might kill a certain number of mechanical people, human players taking countless items to the cities of the Mechanical Race to trade for credit points brings them greater benefits."

"It's just that energy stones are more tightly controlled."

"Let's sleep first."

"Tomorrow, we can buy a couple of handy firearms, some energy stones, and after that, we can drive to the wilderness to kill mutated beasts during the day, and search for semi-scrapped items in the Ruins Site at night."

Scar Dog licked the corner of his mouth and grinned: "I've been looking forward to setting up the gun turret on the roof of the car and rushing into the wilderness."

"Yeah."

Kerr Cowell shrugged casually and laughed along: "Indeed, it sounds quite good."

...

The night passed quickly.

Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog hastily washed up and put on relatively clean clothes before heading to City 18.

They really just hastily washed up.

After all, no one would run a water pipe directly to their living quarters in the shipping container.

Freshwater resources are precious, and the water used for washing comes from filtered river water.

As for how to filter... layers of sand, layers of small stones, and then mixing them together works.

The heavy metal taste in the river water, once filtered for washing, will undeniably cause harm to the body.

But in the first three months, when merely surviving was difficult enough, having barely clear water for washing was a luxury. There was no time to worry about whether it was harmful to the body or not.

As long as they don't die, there's no harm.

The clothes must be kept clean, at least not looking like the clothes of a homeless person, otherwise they would attract weird looks in City 18, increasing the chances of getting exposed.

"Huh!"

Scar Dog pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth and lit it, then glanced at the scene in City 18 through the swirls of smoke and said softly.

"Mr. Jacob, it seems there hasn't been much of a reaction in City 18 to what happened at the shop yesterday. It's not much different from usual."

"Normal."

Kerr Cowell casually adjusted his hat brim downwards slightly, "Two people died, and some items from one store were stolen. It's not a particularly serious and malicious event, so naturally, there wouldn't be much of an impact."

"But now I might know why the Mechanical Race slaughtered us as soon as we arrived in this world."

"Maybe the Mechanical Race already knew that all alien races are enemies?"

Scar Dog nodded thoughtfully, "If that's the case, it seems like the Mechanical Race knows more information?"

"Maybe."

Kerr Cowell shook his head, "But we can't think about these things for now."

He glanced at a nearby firearms shop that had already opened for business and subconsciously touched his nose, "Let's go with this one. Let's go pick out some suitable firearms."

"Alright."

Scar Dog casually put out his cigarette butt, stepped on it, and threw it into a trash bin next to him.

He clapped his hands and followed Mr. Jacob into the shop, muttering strangely under his breath.

"This legitimate way of going shopping with money feels a bit strange."

"It's like I've gotten used to zero-cost purchases without realizing it."