Outdoor Supply Center

Leon was somewhat shaken as well. The Trap Truck's efficiency was even greater than he had expected.

However, it soon became clear that this kind of trap was not invincible.

After clearing several more waves of Zombies, the motors in the cargo compartments of two trucks malfunctioned. The meat cleavers stopped working, significantly reducing the Black Ant Convoy's efficiency.

The problem was not too serious, though. After more than an hour of clearing, the rear door of another truck could no longer open and close automatically. By then, however, most of the Zombies outside Wex Outdoor Supply Center had already been cleared out, leaving only a few insignificant stragglers.

Leon spat out the end of his cigar and snapped his fingers at his subordinates and the somewhat dazed Colonel William behind him. He took an assault rifle from his vehicle and prepared to clear the area manually.

Against scattered Zombies that could not form a significant force, human firearms were still highly effective. Everyone who had come along was an expert with guns. They swept away the remnants, and half an hour later, guided by Kevira, they finally entered Wex Outdoor Supply Center.

The moment they entered the store, all kinds of outdoor camping supplies came into view. However, out of caution, Leon did not immediately search for firearms. Instead, he led his subordinates in conducting a dangerous-area inspection of the entire store.

What surprised him was that there were not many Zombies here, and nearly all of them were already dead. Clearly, some survivors had entered the store and cleared it out.

Kevira smiled and pointed at the display-window glass outside.

"These windows have also been reinforced to be bulletproof. They're fairly sturdy. Perhaps some survivors made it here and then got trapped."

"The apocalypse started more than three months ago. This is a tool store, with no water or food. The people inside either died of thirst or starvation, or were eaten by Zombies when they tried to escape."

Leon nodded, agreeing with her assessment, but he still led the group in carrying out a thorough inspection.

As expected, he found five suicide victims in a staff lounge. In despair, they had shoved pistols into their mouths and blown huge holes in the backs of their heads.

There was also a note resembling a suicide letter on the table nearby. Leon picked it up and glanced over it. It described their experiences after the disaster, as well as their longing for and regret toward their families.

Since living people had survived here before, there likely would not be much trouble. After conducting a comprehensive inspection, Leon and his subordinates could finally enter Zero-Cost Shopping Mode.

Back in the firearms section, Leon looked at the countless guns arranged on the walls, in the cabinets, and on the shelves. He was delighted. With his hands in his pockets and a cigar between his lips, he had Colonel William and Kevira walking beside him on either side.

Both of them could be considered firearms experts—one had a military background, while the other was a wealthy heir who loved guns. Faced with so many different firearms, they became interested as well and began enthusiastically explaining the origins, models, shortcomings, and advantages of each one.

Blah blah blah blah.

After listening to more than a dozen types, Leon lost interest. To him, firearms were merely tools. As long as they fired fast enough, had sufficient power, and were accurate enough, they were all good guns.

He then turned his attention to the archery section nearby. There were also plenty of products there: compound bows, draw-weight bows, longbows, short bows, and seven or eight other types, as well as crossbows, compound crossbows, repeating crossbows, and more than a dozen other kinds. Leon could not help feeling excited at the sight of so many choices.

Kevira liked these things as well. She took Leon around and had him try out every type of bow and crossbow several times, evaluating the advantages and disadvantages of each.

This gave Leon an idea. He could form an archer unit that used bows and crossbows, just like Daryl in the original story. Its greatest advantages would be saving ammunition and keeping their movements concealed.

With nothing more than his crossbow, Daryl had made his way through the apocalypse for more than a decade. He never had to worry about ammunition, and he could always kill his enemies by surprise. It was indeed a fine weapon.

Before long, when the truck drivers and the more than twenty Warriors began carrying out the firearms box by box, the journey had entered its final stage. More than thirty people spent five hours sorting and transporting everything before they finally emptied the entire Wex Outdoor Supply Center of its valuable goods.

Leon made a rough inventory. There were an enormous number of firearms: more than 1,000 fully automatic weapons and assault rifles combined, and nearly 2,000 semi-automatic rifles and double-barreled shotguns—the long guns most commonly kept by American families.

What pleased Leon even more was that they had collected more than 100 sniper rifles of various models. These would be especially useful for killing raiders and fighting other living people.

As for the less powerful pistols, there were more than 6,000 of various models in total.

In addition, Leon's convoy had also obtained more than a hundred bows and crossbows, several hundred machetes, field knives, and daggers, as well as more than a dozen Combat Suits, including more than twenty sets of thermal-imaging Night Vision Goggles.

The variety of items inside was enough to astonish even Colonel William.

The ammunition problem that concerned Leon most had also been solved quite well. After all, firearms could be used for ten or twenty years, but every bullet fired meant one fewer remained.

They collected a total of 400,000 rifle rounds, 300,000 pistol rounds, and more than Ten Thousand arrows of various models from the Warehouse.

The only thing Leon found regrettable was that gun stores in America were only allowed to sell light weapons.

Otherwise, how wonderful would it have been if he had found some rocket launchers, RPGs, Grenades, land mines, or howitzers here?

They worked until dusk before all these treasures were finally transported.

Leon did not linger. He immediately ordered everyone to set out for home. He did not want to travel along the dark roads at night, so he handed the driver's seat to the still-energetic Kevira and leaned back in the leather seat with his eyes narrowed, taking a short nap.

The convoy traveled in silence. Before the sky became completely dark, it finally entered the area around Umbrella Base. Looking at the lights shining within the base, Leon felt somewhat dazed. This was practically the only human light beneath the starry sky in the entire region, wasn't it?

After entering the base, he handed the task of processing the spoils to the internal-affairs staff. Then Leon waved at his subordinates, who had worked hard all day, and said:

"Everyone performed very well today. Each person will receive 1,500 Contribution Points as a reward. Go home and take a shower. I'm treating everyone to dinner tonight, so don't hold back. Eat whatever you want."

The Warriors let out a joyful cheer and shouted:

"Boss, you're so generous!"

"Long live the boss!"

"Boss, I love you!"

Leon smiled and responded to everyone's cheers. Then he turned to Kevira beside him and said:

"You contributed greatly this time, so I'll waive 5,000 Contribution Points of your debt. You still owe me 50,000."

The girl rolled her eyes and said:

"Even if I'd lain in a hospital bed for more than two months, there's no way I could have spent this much. You're such a heartless boss."

Leon smiled indifferently.

"I saved your life, and I'm charging you only this little. That's already very merciful of me, isn't it?"

Kevira snorted several times, then strode away on her long, beautiful legs, leaving him with an enchanting view of her back.

Leon narrowed his eyes and admired it for several seconds. When he saw Amy coming downstairs, he smiled and walked over, giving his little assistant a hug and a kiss.

Although he had not done much work during the day, by nightfall he still deeply missed little Amy's gentleness and mischievousness.