Chapter 17: "A gun in the wilderness brings freedom every day, right?"

Very quickly.

Kerr Cowell distributed the sixteen rifles on the table.

He then spent five items to upgrade the ammo capacity to +2.

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「Ding, two One-Star Items consumed.」

「One-Star Item Steel Sword Rifle's ammo capacity upgraded to +1.」

「Effect increased from 100 shots to 300 shots.」

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「Ding, three One-Star Items consumed.」

「One-Star Item Steel Sword Rifle's ammo capacity upgraded to +2.」

「Effect increased from 300 shots to 500 shots.」

A 500-round ammo capacity.

That should be enough.

Kerr Cowell threw the remaining six rifles to Scar Dog, "Let me know what you want to enhance, I'll roughly upgrade them for you, then put on the clothes I just bought for you at City 18 and get ready to go out."

Scar Dog subconsciously nodded his head, then only reacted blankly, "Go out, where?"

"It's daytime now. If we do too much at this time, it's easy to get caught."

As he spoke, he took out their newly bought suits at City 18 and put them on.

Scar Dog picked up a shiny iron plate beside him and looked at his reflection in the suit and leather shoes, unable to help but marvel at his appearance.

"Although I don't know why you bought two suits, Mr. Jacob, wearing such a thing can be inconvenient when moving around, and wearing it in the wilderness is not very safe."

"But I have to say, after putting on the suit, I feel stronger."

"Especially for a skinny person like me, I'm a natural clothes rack, and wearing a suit really looks good."

"In an instant, it made me feel like I'm back in civilized society, with the three months of wilderness survival and nightmares all seeming so unreal."

"Alright."

Kerr Cowell shook his head slightly, put on the new suit while saying, "Talk less, a man shouldn't talk this much."

"I didn't like talking before, but now I realize that sometimes talking is a luxury."

"Especially now, every time I say something, I can feel more deeply that I am alive."

"By the way, Mr. Jacob, you still haven't said what we're buying these suits for."

"To do business."

Kerr Cowell spat on his palm twice, his face serious as he used the shiny metallic plate to adjust his hairstyle.

He didn't dare go to the barber shop while in City 18 and let the barber work on his hair.

After all, Human Players not only reveal their identity when attacking others, but they also expose their identity when attacked by others.

What if the Mechanical Race's barber cut him and caused his scalp to bleed while trimming his hair, and then the words "Player Kerr Cowell" popped up on his head?

That wouldn't be a lovely thing.

"Doing business?"

Scar Dog looked at Kerr Cowell in confusion, "With who? Mechanical Race or Human Race?"

"With the Mechanical Race... just rob them directly. With the Human Race... also just rob them directly."

"Nowadays, isn't everyone doing zero-cost shopping? Who's doing real business?"

"..."

Kerr Cowell glanced at Scar Dog with slight contempt, "Just a gun in the wilderness, freedom every day, huh?"

"Go do business with the boss of the Ruins Site."

"I thought about it carefully last night. Semi-scrapped items are precious enhancement materials for us, but for the Ruins Site, they are just garbage waiting to be processed."

"This kind of thing is not valuable to them, so we might be able to pretend to be part of the Mechanical Race and do business with this Ruins Site."

"We pay, they supply."

"In this way, we can acquire a large amount of scrapped items in a short time."

"I thought it over several times, and there is feasibility. The risk of exposure is not too great."

"But..."

Scar Dog hesitated for a moment, not quite understanding, "We can just go and collect the half-scrapped items ourselves at night, after all, Culver has already been taken care of by us."

"Why spend money on these semi-scrapped items?"

"You're thinking too small."

Kerr Cowell shook his head: "Collecting them ourselves every night is too slow."

"Just spend a little money, and we can get a large number of semi-scrapped items in a short time."

"Besides, credit points are just the currency of the mechanical race and don't have much use."

"Alright, get ready, let's go."

...

Very quickly.

The two of them sneaked out to the Ruins Site.

It was daytime, and the crane was still working. They had to be extremely careful not to be spotted by the operators on the crane.

Unfortunately, Culver's car was in a shipping container in the Ruins Site. It was not easy to drive during the day.

As for renting a car in City 18, it was even more absurd. All the cities in City 18 were connected to the law enforcers, who had the highest authority.

Once something went wrong, it would be like locking themselves in a coffin.

Even if they could break the window, it would only waste time, right?

Thus, the two of them had to take a long detour and walk to the main entrance of the Ruins Site.

...

"Tsk."

Scar Dog looked at the gate of the Ruins Site in front of him and couldn't help but click his tongue: "I've been in this world for so long, but this is the first time I've seen the gate of this ruin."

The gate in front of the Ruins Site... could only be described as extremely ruined.

A broken and shabby gate hung there, with a security booth next to it.

It was clear that City 18 did not care much about the appearance of the Ruins Site.

But there were still firepower defense facilities.

At least their naked eyes could see the electric fence, machine guns, and exposed landmines.

Exposed landmines were those placed on the ground without being buried to deter beasts rather than people.

The defense measures could only be considered average.

After all, City 18 obviously did not care much about the Ruins Site, otherwise they would not have placed it in the wilderness outside the city.

Once the mutated beasts attacked the Ruins Site collectively,

the Ruins Site would not be under the firepower protection of City 18.

They could only quietly wait for the fall.

But then again, nobody would care if a ruin site fell or not.

Only Kerr Cowell and his companions cared.

Damn it!

If they hadn't had the Ruins Site to take shelter in during the first three months, they would have died countless times already.

There was no firepower defense behind the Ruins Site, but for some reason, the mutated beasts stopped pursuing them once they hid inside it, and dispersed.

"Bang!"

A dull gunshot sounded.

A mechanical voice rasped: "Stop!"

A man in a security guard uniform with a strange look on his face walked out of the security booth, holding a rifle pointed at the sky.

That warning gunshot just now was his doing.

"What are you doing here?"

The voice was still raspy and emotionless, sounding like an old radio that had been left for decades, emitting a buzzing electric noise after being forcibly turned on.

Kerr Cowell squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the person in front of him. His gaze naturally moved to the man's throat.

It wasn't a normal throat, but a mechanical one exposed to the outside. Had this man replaced his throat with a mechanical one?

Though he wondered, Kerr still naturally pulled out his hand cannon from his pocket and raised it in the air.

While showing he had firepower, he also signaled to the other party that he was harmless.

"I'm from the Cold Wolf Gang. Our boss wants to talk with your director about cooperating on something."