Approaching a Dead End! Molotov Cocktails?

The drone had been on standby nearby since Sam entered the property building. Now, with just a simple operation from Sam, the drone immediately took off, circled half the building, and arrived outside the window of the warehouse where Scarface was!

The camera slid, focusing inside the warehouse. Outside, Sam looked at the tablet and noticed the scene inside the warehouse. There were eight people in total, all armed with homemade shotguns. Some hid behind the door, others stood at the corners, aiming at the entrance. Next to the boss, "Xiao Dao," two had put down their guns, holding some bottles, ready to throw. 

"What are those?" Sam frowned. He wasn't afraid of homemade shotguns, but those bottles... Alcohol? Drinking before a fight to bolster courage? But their stance suggested otherwise...

Sam's frown deepened as memories swirled in his head. Suddenly, he thought of a possibility! Molotov cocktails! Some types of alcohol can be used as ingredients for Molotov cocktails! In this life, alcohol was different, and Sam was unsure about the potency of Molotov cocktails, whether they would be clingy. He looked at his gear and stepped back to the door.

Inside the warehouse, Xiao Dao shouted, "Brother, the disaster has come. We are all skilled hands here. Can't we help each other instead of fighting and killing? More friends mean more ways out. I think you understand that!"

Sam ignored him, just keeping the drone near the window. The shelter's windows were, of course, modified, and the drone couldn't break in, but it allowed Sam to clearly see inside.

Then, he took a deep breath and looked around. The room was filled with corpses and supplies, including various foods, water, and daily necessities. Suddenly, something caught Sam's attention!

"Is this... dry ice spray?"

Sam picked up a spray can from a pile of miscellaneous items, his eyes lighting up. Dry ice spray is excellent for extinguishing fires! He quickly set aside the dry ice spray and walked towards the warehouse.

Hearing footsteps, Scarface and his men hardened their expressions, understanding that Sam had no intention of reconciling. They exchanged glances, showing their ferocity. They were thugs; how could they just surrender!

As Sam approached the warehouse door, the men tacitly raised their guns and turned around. Bang! Bang! Bang! The gunshots roared, but all hit a corpse.

"Damn! A corpse!"

Xiao Dao cursed aloud, and the others quickly opened fire, firing a barrage. Most of the shots hit the corpse, and a few hit Sam's steel armor, breaking off several steel plates. Despite the shotguns being of poor quality, a volley from multiple shotguns meant the steel armor couldn't remain completely undamaged.

The few holding Molotov cocktails also wanted to act, but Sam's first move wasn't to shoot, instead, he pushed the corpse towards those two, disrupting their rhythm. The next moment, Sam suddenly fired towards them! The hail of bullets from the Grim Reaper covered them, leaving seven or eight bloody holes in the bodies of the two men, who fell to the ground with eyes wide open.

"Xiao An! Ah Yu!" Scarface's face turned ashen as he roared, leading the remaining few in a counterattack. But how could their shotguns, cumbersome to reload, compare to an assault rifle? Sam, with a cold expression, felt his steel armor being hit by the shotguns, with several plates breaking off.

However, the armor, made of multiple layers of thin steel plates, could afford to lose some without significant damage. In contrast, his assault rifle began to fire wildly, emptying the large-capacity magazine and killing the thugs one by one. In almost the blink of an eye, the warehouse was a symphony of gunfire and splattering blood, with thugs falling until only Scarface and two others were left.

"Click, click—" At that moment, Sam's assault rifle ran out of bullets. The second 100-round high-capacity magazine was also exhausted in a barrage of fire.

"He's out of bullets!"

Behind a metal frame, the three exchanged looks and immediately dropped their cumbersome shotguns for hammers and charged out!

"Kill!"

Scarface roared, aiming to hammer Sam while he was reloading. He was smart, understanding that the steel armor could defend against low-caliber bullets but not blunt instruments.

But... Sam wasn't reloading. He simply dropped his assault rifle and pulled out two pistols from his bag.

Pistols!

"He still has guns!" The three were shocked, but it was too late to turn back and hide behind the frame, they had to continue their charge!

Bang! Bang!

The pistols roared, and two of his men fell in response. Only Scarface was left, who, with a look of frenzied joy, had already reached Sam, raising his hammer to strike fiercely!