Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 56 Adding insult to injury
The shop owner was not discouraged: "What about drum magazines? We have 50-round and 100-round magazines."

Ou Yang continued to shake his head.

The shop owner wanted to sell more, but Ou Yang quickly stopped him: "I want to take a look before I make a decision."

"Okay, whatever you want." The owner was a little disappointed.

However, after walking around the store, Ou Yang felt even more frustrated.

The cheapest pistol is priced at over $300, has an ugly appearance and a low ammunition capacity; pistols that cost $6 or $7 are just average; rifles and submachine guns all start at over $.

Guns costing thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars were not uncommon, far exceeding his meager budget.

If this happened in a game, you could just kill a few NPCs and pick up their bodies, but how could you do that in real life?
He is a man with moral bottom line!

Seeing Ou Yang's constipated look, the shop owner guessed that this order was probably hopeless: "Can I ask what you want?"

Ou Yang sighed: "I need a rifle or a submachine gun."

His original idea was to get a small pistol for self-defense. It didn't need to be too powerful. What was important was that it was easy to carry and could be used by surprise, serving as his last line of defense.

Either a revolver or a palm grenade will do.

But the combat distance of 15 meters is painful just thinking about it.

The shop owner glanced at the man with the buzz cut outside the shop and asked: "Because of them?"

"Correct!"

"How about this P90? It's short and compact, easy to carry, has good power, a magazine capacity of 50 rounds, and excellent firepower continuity. It's priced at $3600. I'll sell it to you at a lower price, $3200 will be fine." The owner enthusiastically declined.

The appearance of this gun is unique. He bought a few of them on impulse. As a result, it took a full ten years before only a few thousand were sold in the entire United States. He had all the goods in his hands and didn't sell a single one.

"Sorry, the 5.7 bullet is too special," said Ou Yang.

He knew this kind of gun, which was often used as a prop in science fiction movies.

"Oh, okay then." The P90's pre-pandemic price was actually over $1200, but the market is no longer what it once was. The owner would rather hold back inventory than sell at a loss. "So how about this MP7? It's a 4.6mm caliber, just as short and compact, with excellent ergonomics and decent power, and only $2400!"

Ou Yang was speechless: "Isn't this also a special caliber? Not only are the bullets expensive, but there's nowhere to buy them!"

"Okay, okay, you're such a smartass!" The shopkeeper failed again and scratched his head. "How about the MP5? A bloody $7000!"

The price before the epidemic was $2700, which is only 2.5 times the previous price, which is very reasonable.

"too expensive!"

"What about the MP9? 3500 dollars!"

Ou Yang sighed: "I don't have that much money. It's not just a little bit, but a lot!"

Now it was the shop owner's turn to feel annoyed. He scratched his half-bald head vigorously, his eyes falling on the Glock on Ouyang's waist: "Okay, okay, what you need is not a new gun, but this!"

He ran to a corner and rummaged around for a while before pulling out a few boxes. "Tactical conversion kits, accessories that can significantly improve the performance of your pistol. This is the RONI kit from EMA, only $500... The MICRO RONI kit from CAA, $700... The KPOS pistol mount, $!"

Three conversion kits were lined up. "I personally recommend the CAA one. It takes only four seconds to turn your Glock into a carbine. I'll also give you an MG9 tactical grip that can hold a spare magazine!"

Ou Yang's heart was pounding, but after calculating the remaining rice knife, he finally shook his head and said, "Sorry, it's still too expensive." The owner was stunned and silent for a long time before reluctantly taking out a simple thing that only had a gun stock: "This, 150 dollars!"

Ou Yang's eyes lit up, he pulled out the Glock and tried it out. He only needed to simply clip the pistol onto the gun rack to turn the Glock into a micro submachine gun.

It's tailor-made for him!
He enthusiastically paid $150 for it: "I'll take it. Where's the small grip?"

The shop owner smiled again. It was not easy: "It's $120!" He wanted to quote another price of $150, but was afraid of scaring away this stingy customer.

When Ou Yang heard this, he immediately became unhappy: "Isn't it a gift?"

"Of course not!" the shop owner said, "This thing was $50 before the epidemic. I won't raise the price. Just give me $50."

"50 dollars? A little more is enough to buy two boxes of bullets. Forget it." Ou Yang didn't want to be taken advantage of.

The shop owner wanted to persuade him again, but a low engine roar came from afar, and a car sped past the shop at an extremely fast speed and headed straight for the high wall set up by the US army.

Everyone, inside and outside the store, changed color at the same time.

Ou Yang cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" and subconsciously shrank his head and bent his body, hiding behind the wall near the window.

The machine gun on the wall suddenly fired, and bullets fell like raindrops. In just a moment, a large number of bullet holes were made on the car. The out-of-control car slammed into the side of the road and exploded with a bang. The blast blew away Lao Mi who was nearby and shattered the glass of the shop.

Ou Yang's ears buzzed, and he instantly fell into absolute silence.

He saw the window glass exploding around him, and broken glass flew from both sides like shrapnel. Several old men who bought guns were unable to dodge, and their bodies were covered with broken glass of all sizes. They fell to the ground and screamed silently.

He saw the M249 blown off the counter by the shock wave and almost hit the owner hiding behind the counter.

He saw a man with a crew cut flying into the store with his buttocks falling backwards, knocking over a gun rack full of rifles.

He also saw a large amount of dust pouring into the store, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of smoke and dust.

Ou Yang breathed heavily, blinked, and turned to look out the window.

The whole street was filled with smoke, and the streets were littered with dead and wounded people. Many of the bodies of the dead people were bent in half at strange angles, and they were deader than dead.

Lao Mi, who was near the explosion point, was bleeding from all his orifices, his clothes were torn to shreds by the shock wave, and he fell naked to the ground; on the wall across the street, there were mutilated human-shaped blood prints, and several twisted corpses were piled up under the wall.

A little further away, a large group of Americans were lying on the ground, their lives unknown. They looked relatively normal.

Further away, hundreds of old rices were covered in dust, some lying on the ground groaning in pain; some staggering and faltering; some mentally collapsed, crying helplessly.
Even the American soldiers standing guard on the wall were blown down by the shock wave, fell to the ground and twitched continuously, and it was obvious that they were dead.

The remaining guys with crew cuts also fell against the wall. One had a broken neck, one had a metal plate stuck in his head, and the other two were also in weird postures. If they didn't die, they would have broken some bones.

Ou Yang thought he had seen big scenes, but everything before him had never appeared even in the most realistic war movies.

The shop owner leaned out from behind the counter and screamed tremblingly: "Oh my God, oh my God..."

Ou Yang found that his hearing had returned and was about to speak when a group of guys covered in black robes, holding long guns and short guns, came into his sight.

They lined up in a row and strode towards the blockade, shooting at anyone they saw, adding insult to injury to the already heavy casualties suffered by Old Mi.

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