Section 7 Firearms

"What is the director? Could it be the person who manages this library?" Looking at this rather strange key, Tianxiang suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart. According to the knowledge he gained from the pile of military books, these ancient people called "X-Chief" should be guys with abilities beyond ordinary people. A "squad leader" can command ten people, and a "division commander" can command tens of thousands of people. Although Tianxiang didn't know the specific meaning of this, he still understood the difference between ten people and tens of thousands of people. Since even a small "squad leader" can have the ability to order ten people, then the "librarian" who is the leader of the entire library is not too bad to think about. As for the room called the "Curator's Room", I'm afraid there will be something special waiting to be discovered.

The excellent comprehension ability of the human brain and the powerful perception and prediction function of the insect brain are actually so perfectly combined at this time.

Tianxiang's understanding ability is good. Although it is somewhat different from the actual situation, judging from the theoretical basis, it is still relatively good. In this way, Tianxiang, holding a steel spear in one hand, a key in the other, and a pistol with only one bullet in his waist, carefully climbed to the top of the library under the guidance of the broken words on the wall that could barely be read. On the fourth floor, I finally stood in front of a closed door covered with iron.

"Curator's Room". Tianxiang looked up at the small square bronze plaque above the iron door. The text inside is exactly the same as the logo on the key. No need to doubt, it's here.

Tianxiang has already heard about the function of keys in the learning machine. Although I haven't seen the actual thing with my own eyes, I still have a vague concept in my mind. Now that we have such an operational opportunity, we naturally won't find it difficult. Tianxiang tried to gently insert the key into the keyhole on the left side of the door, and carefully and slowly turned the flat key handle back and forth. After a slight vibration was heard, a tiny crack was quietly revealed from the side of the closed iron door.

Tianxiang, who had just entered the room, did not bother to look at the surrounding environment, and let out a low exclamation in his mouth. He hurriedly took a few steps and rushed to a large dusty table in front of him. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. His eyes were locked from the moment he entered. Put an item on the table and play with it carefully.

That's a gun. A pistol that also has a short handle, but has a very different appearance from the previous one.

With the experience of his first gun, Tianxiang easily disassembled the bottom of the gun handle and took out a dark-colored magazine. With the knowledge guidance in the book and his own actual experience, Tianxiang knew very well that a gun without bullets was simply a piece of useless scrap metal. Therefore, he was eager to know how many bullets were left in this gun.

The magazine was empty and the spring inside didn't eject anything. A huge sense of loss suddenly enveloped Tianxiang's whole body. It was at this moment that he slowly shifted his gaze from the gun in his hand to other places in the room.

This is a quite spacious and luxuriously furnished room. For some unknown reason, in addition to the iron-clad door, all the windows in the room were welded shut with iron bars as thick as arms. The furnishings in the room are quite simple. In addition to a scarlet carpet and a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, several tall bookcases and stacks of thick books inside are all the decorations.

Of course, on a set of desks and chairs in the center of the room, there is also an ancient skeleton that can be seen everywhere. Judging from the posture, he must have been lying comfortably on a soft chair before he died.

The whole house may be well sealed, and there are no signs of insect invasion. Compared with the chaos outside, it is already too good. But Tianxiang's inner depression was not relieved by this. What he needed most was bullets, but he got a gun without a single bullet here.

The appearance of this gun is obviously better than the previous one. Since the room has always been kept dry, the gun body not only does not have the rust left after being soaked by water, but also has a smooth and translucent feeling. Tianxiang took out the only bullet from the gun and loaded it, and took a look at a picture on the wall. The finger holding the trigger still couldn't depress it. He only had one bullet, and he couldn't waste it. You have to rely on it to save your life in critical moments!

Putting down the gun in his hand, Tianxiang sighed with regret, and his eyes finally fell on the two rows of bookcases inlaid with transparent glass. Since I can't get bullets, taking a look at the collection of books here is still a kind of compensation. After all, these well-protected books still have a good quality compared to the junk items outside that are about to fall apart.

"World History", "National Geographic", "2017 Yearbook"...the thick and beautifully packaged books made Tianxiang feel quite comfortable reading them, and the contents also made him feel shocking. So many weird events have happened on the earth where I live. Humanity is not entirely a whole, but is organized into various types of "countries." However, what surprised Tianxiang the most was that before those dead ancients, there were various ancient societies. But judging from the records in the book and the pictures interspersed in it, it seems that the ancient people before the ancients used steel spears and knives as weapons like themselves, instead of using scary things like "guns" like the ancients.

Holding the "History of the World" that had been turned to the last page in his hand, Tianxiang closed the thick back cover in confusion. He really couldn't figure it out. According to the book, human beings should be in a state of "development", and various "technologies" should also become more and more advanced. But why is the era we live in so different from the ancients? What is the reason for this situation?

Tianxiang, who had been pondering for a long time, did not come up with any clue at all. He could only shake his head with a wry smile and put the "History of the World" in his hand back to its original position on the bookshelf. My eyes searched carefully among the rows of books. He wants to keep searching and find the answers to his questions from books.

"Crack", a sound that was obviously caused by a metal collision sounded from behind the huge bookcase. Following this loud noise, Tianxiang was surprised to see that the huge bookcase that was supposed to be completely facing him slowly sunk in from the right side in a fan shape. At the same time, the strong light radiated from this secret space immediately forced Tianxiang to raise his hand, carefully blocking the inexplicable dazzling white light. You know, the phosphorescent light originally emitted from the ancient corpse was enough for him to read every word in the book. This sudden strong light really makes people who are used to darkness feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The source of light is a small row of white light bulbs installed on the four corners of the wall behind the bookcase. It appears to be something that uses some kind of energy storage device to keep working. If it were in the past, Tianxiang would definitely try his best to pick one off and study it carefully. But now, his eyes that had gradually adapted to the light seemed as if these light bulbs did not exist at all, and he looked around vigorously at everything in the secret room that he accidentally discovered.

gun! Oh my god, there are so many guns here!

The secret room is very large, almost twice the size of the curator's room outside. The walls were covered with all kinds of guns, and on the cement-smoothed floor, large boxes made of wooden slats were neatly stacked around the wall. Maybe there were so many boxes that they had to be stacked one on top of the other. They were stacked from the ground to the center of the nearly three-meter-high wall. The space in the middle of the room is not wasted either. The huge wooden boxes were arranged in rows of ten, from the innermost end of the secret room to the entrance. The spacious space on both sides also allows the width of these boxes to be placed up to five. Finally, the person who stacked the boxes seemed to think that this was not enough to pile everything here, so he added three layers of the same square containers on top of this dense layer of crates.

Therefore, the first thing that caught Tianxiang's eyes was the various types of guns neatly arranged in rows on a platform made of wooden boxes in the middle of the room, exuding a strong smell of machine oil. Its quantity cannot be estimated at all.

If it had been anyone else, or Tianxiang a few days ago, he would have been so shocked by this sudden huge discovery that he would have fainted on the spot. At the very least, he would be stunned and stand there, losing all ability to think. After all, this is the most basic reaction of a normal person when faced with such a situation.

However, although Tianxiang was shocked by his discovery at this time, he did not appear to be in a state of confusion and confusion. Nerve centers modified by insect brain cells will almost never suffer short-term shocks due to such events. You know, from the perspective of a bug beast that feeds on other bugs, encountering thousands of bugs gathering together happens almost every day. If he fainted with excitement every time he found a large number of prey, then even if Tianxiang didn't take action, this poor insect beast would one day die because of the overflowing blood in his body.

"This is a rifle. Yes, this is the kind of rifle that can be shot at long distances as mentioned in ancient books. As for the model, it should be called SK-52, a product of the Wuhan Arsenal of the Pan-Asian Federation in 2027. The characteristics are The accuracy is good and the shooting recoil is small." Tianxiang carefully looked at a black long gun he picked up casually from the wooden box rack. These days, he has already read through the pile of military books. The different types of firearms are also completely memorized. At this time, if you want to randomly identify the model and place of origin among the piles of "guns", there will naturally be no difficulty at all.

"MG452 light machine gun, produced by Krupp in the European Economic Community Cooperation Organization in 2022. It is light in weight and has a fast firing speed."

"The P104 large-caliber pistol was produced by the Arizona-based Humberley Arms Company of the American Alliance in 2025. It has an ingenious mechanism, large ammunition capacity, and full power."

"MP5K2 long-range sniper rifle, produced by the Pan-Asian Alliance Xi'an 302 Arsenal in 2025. It has a long range, good stability, and is more than three times more accurate than similar products."

As if making a review, Tianxiang picked up the weapons in front of him one by one and compared them with the knowledge he gained from the book. He really didn't expect that here, right here, in a place he didn't expect at all, he would find such a large number of ancient weapons completely by accident. Although Tianxiang had not thought about how to deal with these things for a while, he already had a quite clear concept in his mind.

"Everything belongs to me and must not fall into the hands of others. As long as I own them, I will be the strongest, so powerful that even if I face the most terrifying insect beast, I can easily kill it with one shot."

The greed in the human brain and the predatory and possessive thoughts in the insect brain are so tacitly combined at this time.

Not just guns, but bullets, too many bullets. Although the text label on the crate clearly stated its contents, Tianxiang, who seemed uneasy about it, still stubbornly used the steel spear in his hand to pry open one of the covers. Suddenly, rows of bullets half the size of a finger appeared in front of him under the dazzling light. Looking at these bullets with a light yellow light on their surface, Tianxiang seemed to feel that he was in a treasure house from myths and legends. The bullets were gold, the guns were diamonds, and the boxes full of ammunition were lying there quietly. A black magazine that looks like a precious jewelry vessel. Yes, this is a huge treasure trove! A treasure trove that belongs to me alone!

With no time to think, Tianxiang immediately began to calculate his wealth. However, he soon discovered that doing so was completely futile and useless. Not to mention how long it will take to count the bullets, even those various types of guns placed in rows, if you want to completely count them, it will definitely not work within ten days and a half. What's more, there are a total of six similar bookcases in the curator's room. The moment he accidentally touched the mechanism, just like this movable closet, the other five showed him their hidden treasures in the same way.

In other words, there are a total of six rooms filled with weapons and ammunition just like this secret room.

"I have to pick up Tianrou and bring her here." This is the only thought in Tianxiang's mind now. These large quantities of arms can completely guarantee the future safety of him and his sister. There are also quite a lot of insects near the library, which is enough to ensure their food supply. Of course, the most important thing is the densely packed thousands of books here. These are the books left by ancient people. The knowledge contained in it is also what Tianxiang is most interested in. Although I don't know why all those smart ancients died, and I don't know why the extremely beautiful world in the book turned into what it is today. But Tianxiang knew one thing quite clearly.

"The book will definitely have the answers I want to know!"

You have to take the guns with you, but you can't take them all. Although Tianxiang had the urge in his heart to put all the weapons on his body, his reason told him: "This is simply impossible." The weight of the gun is not heavy, but with bullets, it becomes completely different. Therefore, after weighing the left and right, Tianxiang finally decided to only take an M5G43 submachine gun and a P104 pistol. According to the introduction in the book, this thing called a submachine gun by the ancients can easily shoot out all 60 bullets in a magazine in one minute. It is an excellent weapon to deal with those dense swarms of insects. As for the pistol, it is a highly recommended melee weapon in the book. Tianxiang, who has a deep understanding of this, will definitely comply.

In addition to guns and bullets, he also found other things in several secret rooms.

Clothes, pretty solid clothes. This is a kind of clothing called "combat uniform" in the book. Tianxiang, who thought he was well-informed, was completely unable to tell what kind of material this thing was made of. The combat uniform is quite soft and feels very comfortable to the touch. Except for some hard lumps on the shoulders, knees and other parts, it is covered from head to toe and even the fingers. Although it felt a bit unaccustomed to wearing it for the first time, Tianxiang was quite satisfied when he selected one of the several combat uniforms hanging on the wall and replaced the several dirty rags on his body.

Because, he accidentally discovered that the strength of this kind of clothes is really surprising. Even the tip of the steel spear that he had worked so hard to sharpen was not pierced through the thin layer of fabric on the surface of the clothes. Although under the force of the spear tip, the clothes themselves formed a deep dent. But from beginning to end, Tianxiang never saw the shining silver spear tip appear from the other side of the clothes.

The hardest steel spear is like this, so the teeth of insects are naturally not to mention.

A complete set of combat uniforms made Tianxiang feel the wonderful taste of wearing new clothes for the first time. The dress is tight, but fits well. From the soft shoes and gloves to the protective layer tightly buckled around his neck, there was nothing that made Tianxiang feel uncomfortable. After moving his hands and feet at will, he discovered that wearing this kind of clothes seemed to be able to slightly improve his body's ability to move to some extent. Just a single jump on the spot has exceeded the previous distance by almost one meter.

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