death of hope

Chapter 20 "Flying Windfall" (20) Arsenal
"It's the basement! Damn it! How long have you been hiding it from me?" Roy clenched his fists excitedly and shouted like a child who found an adult hiding snacks.

"The character of the old man is that he likes to be prepared. Get out of the way, Roy, don't step on the steel plate. It's about to open. Be careful not to break your boy's dog leg."

Downey took out the wireless remote control key from his pocket, pressed the switch, and the steel plate opened horizontally. The inside was dark, with dust floating out, exuding the smell of rotting mold.

"I remember...there is no basement in this building...could it be...you asked the construction team to dig it secretly?"

"Hush! Low key! Low key!"

Roy understood: "Oh! Got it!"

"Just understand, don't talk too much."

Four red dots appeared in the darkness, which were LED indicator lights, and an old industrial freight elevator with loose parts rattled up, as if it was about to fall apart at any time.

The four of them stood up together, and controlled the elevator to descend to the ground through the wired remote control, so they couldn't see their fingers.

"It seems...forgot to bring the flashlight?"

"Don't worry."

Press another switch on the wireless key, and the entire row of emergency lights at the top are all on. This is a long basement with a large area, enough for indoor golf.

The stainless steel racks on the wall are full of guns and ammunition, most of them are old-fashioned gunpowder kinetic weapons, there are semi-automatic civilian shotguns and sporting target guns, and there is no lack of military full-automatic firearms.

Roy walked forward, surveying this visual feast with awe, his heart beat faster involuntarily, feeling like he was in a regular weapons museum, not the illegal basement of a run-down small bar in a poor neighborhood.

"Old man, I know you collect weapons, but I didn't expect to go so far. This is... enough to start a gang fight, or arm a mercenary army."

Old Jon said, "I'd rather keep it when I don't need it than have it when I want to."

"You're just an old kid who hasn't had enough fun in the military camp yet. These are men's dolls, hanging all over the wall to satisfy themselves, and to show off to us boys."

"Hey, a man is a teenager until he dies."

someone said,
Guns, cars and ball games are the three hobbies of men, and this sentence is especially applicable to Roy.

He can't afford a car,

He can only watch rally games on TV to enjoy himself. He is a rugby fan and never misses the weekly rugby game video. As for firearms, he has little actual shooting experience, but he knows a lot through magazines.

This wall is a man's dream,

A tempered, ornate metal-grained jungle survival machete with a serrated blade,

Silver, 11.43MM revolver that can only be held in both hands,

The barrel is chrome-plated to prevent rust, the 12-gauge ammunition double-barreled shotgun that often appears in old movies,

9mm extended magazine submachine gun with laser sight,

With a holographic sight, a 5.56MM fully automatic assault rifle with a blood tank bayonet hanging on the muzzle,

7.62MM precision shooting rifle with night vision and optical sight,

A heavy big guy hangs on the top, 12.7MM anti-material sniper rifle, and there are several huge bullets hanging beside it, and there are detailed texts on the side to mark its use.
The red warheads are anti-personnel high-explosive grenades, the green warheads are anti-material tungsten steel armor-piercing projectiles, and the black warheads are the most precious, depleted uranium armor-piercing projectiles that can penetrate light armored vehicles.

Donnie tiptoed to reach the big gun: "I like to use it when I play games. I like to use gold skin or anime painting. Next time any customer dares to provoke me, I will use this to blow it up." His dog's head!"

Ferguson kicked Downey's fat butt lightly: "Don't touch that, be careful to kill you fat man!"

"It's not your business, drunkard! I'll take it down and wipe it clean, disassemble the parts and oil them. These old antiques need to be cared for before they can be used properly."

"Hmph, gunpowder kinetic energy weapons are all outdated. I still like new ones."

Ferguson dug out a thermal laser rifle from the wooden boxes piled on the ground. The power cord extending from the butt of the gun was used to connect the fuel cell excitation source backpack.

Roy exclaimed: "Good guy! This is an active weapon of the Terra Federation! Old man, how did you get it?"

"Hey, internal relationship, don't ask too much."

Leaning on crutches, Old Jon walked straight past the gun display area, like an old boy showing off his toys, with a proud air.

At the end of the long strip of basements are stacks of canned food and large barrels of drinking water. People from this era of Old Jon have the habit of stockpiling food. When they were hungry and thirsty when they were young, they prepared to prepare for an apocalyptic disaster at any time. Be prepared to deal with various emergencies.

"Boys, stop playing and go and move the food and water away."

Downey and Ferguson reluctantly put down their beloved big guns and walked over to carry things. Ferguson turned around and cursed at Roy:

"Stop fucking watching! Come and help!"

Donnie squatted down and wiped his sweat: "Hoohoo...the old man's stuff...that's a damn lot...I have to rest for a while, and I'll go upstairs later to get an injection of insulin."

"You should lose weight, fat man!" Ferguson laughed.

After moving a large pile of food and water, the three of them were all out of breath. Old Jon walked over with graceful steps, took off the antique oil painting hanging on the wall,
There is a built-in safe on the wall, which uses an old-fashioned mechanical lock. Although it is troublesome, it is better than stable performance.

After opening it with the small key that he carried, Old Jon moved away, and he could see that the safe was empty, with a pitiful small wad of cash in the corner.

"Just this little deposit?" Roy was a little shocked. He didn't think the old man should be so poor.

"There are still some in the bank. It's not deposits, it's the boys' wages for next month."

Roy shook his head: "The bar business is okay recently, how could this be?"

"The business is good, but I can't stand the boss's squandering!" Donnie said, "You should know the old man's style, and you have to help him with any mess.

When an old neighbor falls ill and suffers a disaster, the old man has to rush to pay the money, saying that he borrowed it, but rarely returns it. "

"That's right, the old man likes to meddle in other people's business!" Ferguson frowned and said, "Aunt Hannah's cat is sick, and he has to pay for it, and surgery on a pet cat is more expensive than a human! It caused our brother's salary to shrink every month!"

"Boys, you don't understand," Old Jon retorted, "Hannah's husband is gone, and her son was killed by corporate security during the strike rally. Without the company of that cat, she can't live." .”

"You don't care about other people!" Ferguson said angrily, "Old man, think about yourself! If it wasn't for helping this and that to waste money everywhere, I would have already saved up all the money for leg treatment!"

"I'll take care of the legs!" Roy patted his chest and said, "I'll buy the best prosthetic for the old man later."

"Oh, I'm X! The rich man speaks with confidence!"

(End of this chapter)