Gun Store

The movement on the Green Arrow Duck was smoother than Jill Valentine had expected. She had thought she would be tossed around by the broken road full of obstacles; but to her surprise, she didn't feel a single bump during the journey.

The ride wasn't very comfortable, because there were no handles or anything to grab onto on the Duck Plushie.

Alice and Jill Valentine, standing on the duck's webbed feet, each held onto the Green Arrow Duck's waist Duck Butt, barely managing to stay Duck Plushie and avoid being thrown off during the rapid movement.

What surprised Jill Valentian the most was that she had expected to hug a large, soft duck plush toy, just like her childhood memories of amusement parks.

Only after actually touching it did she realize that the outermost layer of fleece was just a disguise. Underneath was solid metal armor! She even suspected that rifles couldn't penetrate it, so it naturally wouldn't be afraid of Zombies bites. No wonder she dared to venture alone into the lair of these bio- Monster. If Green Arrow Duck knew these thoughts, he would just laugh and say: This armor was made a few years ago; back then, its outer shell protection was only at the level of military tank armor plates. It could ignore not only rifles but also small-caliber artillery shells.

Because it's still usable, Green Arrow Duck didn't consider a large-scale upgrade. They only modified the Leopard Type Duck Leopard armor Tabby Cat into a fixed cannon. After all, it would be a bit difficult for the current old Kitty to go out in this outfit.

As Green Arrow Duck followed Jill Valentine's instructions, Alice suddenly slapped the Duck Plushie as they passed a certain spot. "Hey, did you hear me? Stop right there."

Using a hockey-style braking motion, Green Arrow Duck brought the two girls on his back to a sudden stop, nearly throwing them off. He looked at Alice, who had jumped off her webbed feet. "What happened? Couldn't you hold on?"

Jill Valentian, who had also jumped down, complained, "This Duck Plushie is so hard to hold. Since the bottom is hard, can't I just ride on its Duck Butt?"

"Believe me, you'll still complain after doing this. Because it's just too hard," Alice said, stretching out beside her.

"You sat here?"

"Otherwise, how do you think I got here?" Seeing the two women's resentment about to reach the sky, Green Arrow Duck could only say, "When this suit of armor was first designed, it wasn't intended for people to ride on it or carry people around. Do you think I would design a saddle?"

Actually Duck Leopard armor—Leopard Type does have a saddle. In addition to having a special buckle to match the Duck Type, it can also be ridden by ordinary people. However, the Duck Type was never intended to be ridden, so this feature was not designed in.

To prevent the two women from continuing to complain, Green Arrow Duck had no choice but to change the subject. "What If...? you've rested enough, would you like to continue? How about you two switch places?"

"No." Alice pointed to a Gun and Survival Supply Store on the street. "I need to buy some more gear and change into some proper clothes. Especially shoes."

Alice is currently wearing rather loose, ordinary work clothes, clearly the wrong size. The same goes for her shoes; they can only find men's sizes, and even with the laces tied tightly, they wobble when she lifts her foot.

Therefore, Green Arrow Duck did not object to Alice's request. She didn't have many shotgun shells left, and if she were to enter the Hive Base with him, her ability to protect herself would be somewhat insufficient.

Even Jill Valentine, glancing at the gun shop, was tempted. She only had a Semi-automatic pistol and two Spare magazines, her firepower clearly limited. Having something to add was always a good thing.

So the two women and the gigolo pushed open the door to the Gun Store, which was behind a pile of clutter.

The two women, both quite slender, squeezed through a narrow gap. Green Arrow Duck, of course, couldn't do that, so he violently pushed aside the clutter behind the door.

After the gate swung open, they walked in with an air of nonchalance. Then, like the two women who had entered first, they were confronted by a cocked Crossbow. "Who are you? Where are you from?"

The Gun Store owner hid behind the counter, holding Crossbow in his hand, with several loaded weapons on the counter behind him. This was quite unusual for a weapons shop where guns and ammunition were supposed to be kept separate.

However, considering the situation outside, the boss's precautions were understandable. Jill Valentine, with her hands raised, immediately identified herself. "I'm Alpha Squad Member from the Raccoon City Police Department. We need some weapons."

"Ah ha. Who doesn't need a weapon at a time like this? I never trust the police, I only trust the gun in my hand."

Although Alice also had her hands raised, judging from the direction of her gaze and the strength in her muscles, it seemed she had already planned how to pounce on the shopkeeper, subdue him, and then rob the Gun Store.

The Green Arrow Duck, not wanting to cause trouble in such a place, simply took a roll of money from the storage compartment on its Duck Butt, showed it to the shopkeeper, and then tossed it over.

"You can't use up all the weapons in the store by yourself, and the two of them can't take much either. Is there really no room for negotiation?"

Weighing the bills in his hand, the Gun Store owner slightly shifted the aim of his Crossbow. "What If...? the next crisis is the apocalypse, will these worthless pieces of paper still be of any use?" he said dismissively.

"We're here to solve the problems on the street. What If...? we succeed, those papers can still be used as money, and you'll still be a respected businessman in the neighborhood. It's just a matter of whether you want to invest."

After placing the Crossbow on the table, the Gun Store owner asked, "What would you like?"

"They took with them weapons, ammunition, Gun sling, and other equipment, and the lady also needed a set of clothes and Boots that fit."

"You're not going to use it?" The Gun Store owner looked at the Duck Plushie walking to the counter, wondering how the other person would hold the gun and shoot. Those unusually thick fingers probably couldn't even fit into the trigger guard.

"I don't need it."

Watching the two women already picking out equipment, the Gun Store owner tapped the table with his money roll. "Look at their eyes, shining like they're shopping in a department store. You don't have enough money." "Are you Jews?"

"Italy, Venice, where my grandfather came from." The Gun Store owner grinned shrewdly. "Besides, in this kind of emergency, I didn't ask you to register or check your licenses. Adding a little extra service fee is reasonable."

Green Arrow Duck didn't haggle anymore, and took out another roll of money, placing it on the table. Since it was all shady money anyway, he didn't care how much he spent. Having taken both rolls of money, the Gun Store owner carefully put them into the safe. What If...? what happened today could be resolved, then these "pieces of paper" would still be useful and worth taking seriously.