Doomsday Game Online

Chapter 134 Chapter 134

At first, the room became a “public bathhouse” for three people. Anyway, there was nothing but the bathroom with some toiletries.

The rest time of the three is basically staggered, and will not interfere with each other.

Using more water is just a small matter.

The bath water flows into the sewage tank next to it, and then it can be converted into pure water when it is put into the No. 1 backpack. The three people can not use 1 energy point to wash for ten days.

The mother and daughter left, and the living room was not quiet for long.

Soon Samer came up and reported tonight’s detailed report.

There is basically no loss of personnel, but one problem cannot be circumvented: “Boss, we are almost out of bullets.”

Link nodded, motioning for him to continue.

“The 12,000 rounds of 7.62mm bullets in the squad’s inventory are all used up. We have to use the 1,000 spare magazines you left behind, the boss, now there are only about 550.”

Link was speechless: f*ck, the standard magazine of the A-level rifle is 30 rounds, and if you use 450, you get 13,500 rounds.

Adding the inventory of 12,000 is 25,500.

This might not even count the three portable magazines used by the guards. There are 90 rounds per person in more than 50, which is almost 5,000 rounds.

A battle that lasted less than an hour with a mopping-up, and used 26,000 rounds of bullets, how? Not much at all, or even too little.

The headquarters guards killed 400+ ogres, with an average of about 60 shots per head.

Link bought a monster corpse for 100 bullets, so it was still profitable.

The main reason was the brainless charge of the ogre at the end, sending more than 200+ strange heads-the batch that Link killed was basically beheading, which was easy to identify.

So he responded readily: “The monster corpses harvested by the team this time are all exchanged for bullets. I will go to the warehouse later.”

Summerer laughed immediately: “Okay, boss, you are so bright.”

Link grabbed the cigarette on the coffee table and threw it over: “Get out.”

Summerer caught the cigarette, and knew that it hadn’t moved with a slight squeeze. He opened his eyes and smiled, and he slipped downstairs: “It just happened to be out of smoke. Thanks to the boss.”

Link looked at the next backpack. There were about 150,000 bullets, of which 120,000 were 7.62 mm.

He couldn’t help rubbing his chin: “You still have to get some bullets, otherwise the kind warlord will send another 51 million ogres next time and he won’t be able to eat them.”

With that said, he couldn’t help but look at the gun shop of destruction in the west.

There should be two hundred thousand bullets in Robert’s secret library.

This is not the point. The point is that the Gun Shop of Destruction originally had all kinds of bullets with abnormal charges.

In addition to their own use, they will also provide some experience for large customers and old customers.

Emmm~ In this way, you can slaughter the big money lovers who like to play again. It is also called “Super VIP User”, “I don’t tell him the average person”.

The special ammunition was basically loaded by Robert himself, and the quality was quite good.

It is impossible to buy ready-made products. Robert is a fat sheep but not a middleman.

This is like their survivalist cannery, which can make as much profit as possible by eating directly from the upstream source.

Therefore, there will still be machines and raw materials for reloading bullets in the secret library.

Out of preparedness considerations, the Black Knight team has been acquiring copper bullet casings of 7.62 mm and above.

In an emergency, Link can completely convert a large number of bullets with gunpowder, copper shells, and primers.

If Robert’s secret library has related tools and materials, he can consider reloading bullets.

Even if it pretends to be worse, you can sell it to other people for monster corpses. If you increase the amount by 10%, someone will definitely be willing to do it.

After all, bullets are really useless in the hands of the vast majority of people, and no one will dislike too many bullets.

But the gun shop here is just a small head. The real big head is in the underground warehouse of the Chicago Police Headquarters in the downtown area, where there are one million rounds of ammunition brought by the National Guard.

Get that, the secret vault of the Musketeer of Destruction is just the icing on the cake.

Thinking about this, Link went downstairs and went to the ammunition depot to restock.

When they came down to the first floor, Lowther and Stubby just walked in from the gate, they immediately greeted him when they saw him, and trot over.

Leaning closer, Lauther whispered, “Boss, there is something urgent for you to decide.”

Link motioned, and the three of them walked to a slightly secluded corner.

Lowther couldn’t wait to speak: “We just went to the gun shop to find out the news, and they suffered heavy casualties.”

Link looked calm: “Then what?”

Lauser’s expression stagnated in excitement, and he didn’t know how to answer the conversation.

Stubby hurriedly topped it up: “Some of them wanted to join us, while others were unwilling.”

Link knows that the key lies in this “part”.

Stubby continued: “They were attacked by monsters tonight. The number of dead, seriously injured, disabled, and unable to participate in the battle for a short period of time exceeded forty people, and more than 20 of them were men with families. So this The family members of the batch of people, as well as a small number of people who are single but want to be safe, want to join us for treatment and protection.”

This is very clear.

The gang in the gun shop was originally a loose alliance, not like the Black Knights squad with a stable structure of powerful big bosses, core layers, backbone guards, and peripheral temporary workers.

There are only about 150 people in total, of which about 40 are family members such as women and children, and there are only 110 male members who can fight.

Now that a small and a half of the combatants were lost at once, the loose alliance could not be maintained immediately.

The reason is simple-they lack medical supplies and are unable to take care of seriously injured and disabled people.

Medical supplies are really scarce nowadays. Everyone wants to keep them for their own use instead of giving them to a group of disabled people who are seriously injured or useless to survive.

In order to survive and for their own safety, the women and children in the gun shop would definitely be willing to join the reputable Black Knight squad.

At the same time, not everyone wants to be in a selfish team-at least this selfishness cannot be directed at themselves.

Joining the Black Knight squad is undoubtedly more reliable than staying in a gun shop that has suffered greatly.

Everyone knows that the Black Knight team has enough supplies, and occasionally they will exchange medical supplies for supplies, let alone worry about being abandoned.

The more than 300 people in the women’s and children’s camp were pure consumption, and the Black Knight team did not drive them away.

“Is that so?” Link murmured, his eyes flickering.

The gun shop and the office building are door-to-door, and they are familiar with each other for more than ten days.

The Black Knight squad really didn’t mean to swallow them—for no reason, which rich man would take the civilians home to eat and live with?

Not to mention that it is still the end of the world, and materials can’t be wasted casually.

But Link was different. He still had some thoughts about the group of people in the gun shop.

Many of them are customers (members) of the Destruction Fire Club, and they are basically the middle class with a good skill.

Phoebe Fernandez, the slow-motion master who talked about before, is said to be a professional photographer.