manynovel Chapter 28 Truth and Falsehood
Chapter 28 Truth and Falsehood
The sixty-second countdown slipped away silently for five or six seconds while Xu Mo was in utter shock. He jolted awake, snapping out of his dazed state from being overwhelmed by the sheer number of firearms.
"I'm rich!!"
An uncontrollable, ecstatic growl erupted from his throat. Calmness, caution—all vanished in that instant. The dazzling array of firearms before him was his greatest asset for survival in this apocalyptic world.
Xu Mo's gaze instantly locked onto the AWM with its sleek lines and modern design on the left wall. He had used this thing countless times in the game world, blowing the heads off countless "enemies." Now that it was standing right in front of him, how could he let it go?
As for calm? I was completely overwhelmed by this huge surprise! Seriously, I already have an "AWM," what need is there for calm!
Xu Mo rushed to the wall in one stride, and with almost pious excitement, reached out and took the "AWM" he had been dreaming of from the gun rack.
The moment I got it—
"Um?"
Xu Mo's ecstatic expression froze instantly, replaced by a deep look of astonishment and disbelief.
light!
Too light!
The "AWM" in his hand didn't have the heavy, textured feel he had imagined a gun should have. Instead, it had a distinctly hollow, plasticky feel and was very light! The feel was quite similar to the toy guns he played with as a child, only the workmanship was more refined.
An absurd thought suddenly popped into his head, making his heart sink even lower.
Undeterred, Xu Mo hurriedly examined the gun closely. Although the gun body was a mixture of metal and polymer, the material was clearly wrong; fine parting lines were even visible at some joints. He tried to pull the bolt, but it wouldn't budge—it was a completely fixed mold! The trigger was also stuck; he couldn't pull it!
Fake?!
Xu Mo was struck dumb, frozen in place. The blood that had been burning with excitement just moments before instantly cooled down.
"No...it can't be," Xu Mo refused to believe it, abruptly throwing the "AWM" back onto the gun rack, and then impatiently grabbing the cool "assault rifle" next to him.
It also has the same flimsy, plasticky feel.
I tried another shotgun, and it was the same.
Xu Mo quickly touched all the seemingly imposing "spears" and "pistols" on the wall, and the more he touched them, the colder his heart became. Apart from a very few that felt slightly heavy and might be metal models, the vast majority were highly realistic toy models or training props.
Heaven and hell are separated by only a moment.
A profound sense of loss overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
"At least the sign is correct..." Xu Mo muttered to himself.
He realized that the owner of this room was likely a fervent military enthusiast, but not a true gun owner. He had decorated the room as his personal armory, using these incredibly realistic models to satisfy his ego.
Xu Mo was left speechless by the huge psychological gap after his initial excitement turned into disappointment.
Xu Mo thought of the incidents he had experienced: the hair salon door opening incident, the armory door opening incident, and now there was another incident involving the gun room door opening incident.
Just as Xu Mo was feeling disheartened and preparing to grab something and leave, unwilling to return empty-handed, his gaze inadvertently fell upon the back of the huge metal control panel in the center of the room.
There, against the wall, stood an inconspicuous, dark green, long metal box, with some signs of wear and tear, standing out starkly from the bright and shiny models around it.
A glimmer of hope rekindled, and Xu Mo quickly walked around to the box, crouched down, and found it unlocked. He took a deep breath and abruptly lifted the lid.
The sight inside the box made his heart, which had almost stopped, beat strongly again.
The box was lined with green cushioning foam, and inside lay two guns. One was an AK47 with a wooden stock, steel frame, and a rugged yet reliable design; the other was a classic TT-33 pistol, with several brand-new suppressors scattered around it.
These two guns feel heavy in your hands, and the cold metallic feel is clearly transmitted through the gloves. Every part exudes the precision and sturdiness of industrial products.
"It's real!" Xu Mo almost cried with joy. This solid weight was exactly what a real weapon should feel like.
Although there are only two, which seems pitifully meager compared to the wall full of models, these are the real deal.
Xu Mo immediately picked up the AK47 rifle and TT-33 pistol, caressing the cold firearms with obvious affection. The sense of loss was largely washed away by this unexpected acquisition.
With little time remaining, Xu Mo quickly turned his attention to the mountain of ammunition piled on the control panel. He inspected it rapidly, picking up a 7.62mm AK rifle cartridge. It was heavy, and the cartridge case was a bright yellow—it was genuine.
He also confirmed that the 7.62 pistol cartridges used in the TT-33 were genuine.
It seems that while the homeowner primarily collects models, he also managed to acquire two real weapons and their corresponding ammunition. Of course, it's also possible that Russian equipment is easier to obtain.
Without further hesitation, Xu Mo slung the AK47 over his shoulder, stuffed the TT-33 pistol and suppressor into his backpack. Then, he grabbed the backpack and began frantically shoveling loose or boxed 7.62mm ammunition from the control panel into it. Rifle ammunition was prioritized, but he also took a considerable amount of pistol ammunition, and the backpack visibly grew heavier.
When he felt the weight of the backpack was nearing its limit, the sixty-second countdown also came to an end.
In a flash, Xu Mo returned to the apocalypse.
"Splash!"
The heavy backpack slammed to the ground, the bullets inside clanging. Xu Mo was panting heavily, but he still gripped the AK47 tightly in his hand. Although the process was tortuous and the outcome was far from what he expected, he was no longer the survivor who only had cold weapons.
Xu Mo returned to his shelter with a joyful heart, and only after he had resealed the entrance did he truly breathe a sigh of relief.
He carefully placed the backpack in the corner, then eagerly picked up the AK rifle and sat on the sofa to examine it closely.
This AK47 rifle features a classic wooden handguard and stock. The metal parts have a deep, used matte black finish, with extremely fine wear marks visible on some edges, indicating it's not brand new stock and may have been used a few times by its previous owner. However, it's in excellent overall condition, with a sturdy construction and no signs of rust or damage, exuding a sense of reliability that has stood the test of time.
In contrast, the TT-33 pistol was in brand new condition, with a uniform and intact blued sheen on the gun body, as if it had just come out of the factory.
This huge gain overshadowed the disappointment he felt earlier in the model collection room. Although he didn't get a room full of real guns, these two classic weapons, one long and one short, especially the famous AK, were enough to satisfy him.
Xu Mo carefully placed the rifle aside and began to check the heavy backpack. It was almost completely filled with bullets; he roughly counted them:
The backpack was filled with 7.62mm rifle rounds, roughly estimated at over 800 rounds. Some were loose in cardboard boxes, while others were neatly packaged and unopened, their weight signifying powerful sustained firepower.
The number of pistol bullets was relatively small, only about 270 or 280 rounds, packed in several small cardboard boxes.
This amount of ammunition is quite sufficient for his personal use in the short term. In particular, the more than eight hundred rifle rounds are enough to support him in a lot of practice and to deal with multiple crises, as long as he doesn't engage in indiscriminate firing against a large-scale zombie horde.
Looking at the rifles, pistols, and piles of ammunition in front of him, Xu Mo felt an unprecedented sense of confidence.
"From now on, in addition to practicing martial arts, I'll also be practicing shooting in my spare time," Xu Mo planned.
The mastery of cold weapons is fundamental, the path to transcendence, but this process is destined to be long.
Before he reaches the first level of the "Thirteen Protectors' Horizontal Training," the "Bullish Realm," and is unable to withstand danger with his physical body, the immediate deterrent and long-range lethality of firearms are irreplaceable.
A reliable long gun would allow him to eliminate potential threats from a safe distance, whether they were zombies or other potentially treacherous survivors. This enhancement would be immediate, greatly improving his survivability and confidence in navigating this ruined world.
After putting away the guns and ammunition, Xu Mo began preparing his belated breakfast. Although the food was simple, his mood, like the sunshine outside the window, brightened considerably.