Snowy Day Thermal Weapons, K-1 Automatic Pistol! (Second Update)

"The supplies are few, but they are all extremely necessary. Compared to Huang Biao's group, Maeda Kento is a very competent enemy!"

Setting Maeda Kento's core, Su Mo casually waved his hand and opened the Storage Space.

In one corner where weapons and equipment are stored, two gleaming black pistols lie obediently inside.

"Having seen so much of Maeda Kento's Storage Space, it feels like my own is much bigger!"

Su Mo was somewhat moved, and at the same time, with a thought, he grabbed the pistol from the corner and took it outside.

The two pistols look exactly alike and appear to have come from the same source.

"It's both familiar and strange. This kind of gun looks like it was mass-produced, most likely from a treasure chest?"

Su Mo switched the safety on both guns and picked up the left gun to examine it carefully.

The pistol in Maeda Kento's and the tall man's hands is not a gun that already exists on Earth.

Judging from its appearance alone, this pistol looks somewhat like the "Makarov" pistol on Earth, the famous Colonel Officer's pistol.

It looks very light and doesn't feel heavy.

Strangely, the Maklov pistol is a well-known compact self-defense pistol, equipped with 9mm bullets and a magazine capacity of 8 rounds.

The barrel of this pistol is longer and thinner, and from the side, its streamlined shape is more in line with the aesthetics of the Chinese people, making it more aggressive.

Press down on the magazine catch and pull it down slightly to remove the magazine.

This gun belongs to Maeda Kento. It has a total magazine capacity of 12 rounds, and one round has been fired so far, leaving 11 rounds remaining.

The other, taller gun, had an empty magazine; not a single bullet was in it.

A bullet was fired; a 9mm brass bullet gleamed mesmerizingly under the light of the treasure chest.

Another bullet was fired, Su Mo held one in each hand, touching the polishing marks on the two bullets.

After a while, Su Mo felt relieved.

The percussion caps on both sides of the bullets have the same curve and direction, and the perfectly polished patterns on the cartridge cases are even more strikingly consistent when placed under the light.

"Judging from the appearance, this is indeed a pistol and bullets that came from a treasure chest. The craftsmanship is so perfect that even assembly lines and machine tools couldn't achieve it; it must be the work of a game."

Handguns aren't scary; in this post-apocalyptic wasteland, they're actually less useful than Electric Crossbow in some ways.

Moreover, this compact pistol is, in a sense, more suited for short-range deterrence.

It is not a true medium- to long-range lethal weapon.

The firearms technology chain only unleashes its most terrifying fangs when it reaches the later stages of Automatic Rifle, machine guns, and even sniper rifles.

Focusing his attention, Su Mo examined the pistol in his hand, and a virtual attribute panel popped up: [K-1 Automatic Pistol]

[Description]: With minimal recoil and considerable power, it is the perfect weapon for close-quarters combat and defense within 20 meters.

[Data]: Caliber: 9×18mm PM/PMM Magazine capacity: 8 rounds/12 rounds Muzzle velocity: 315 or 430 m/s Effective range: 75 m Rifling: 4 grooves, right-hand twist [Evaluation]: It is said that in the battle to clear out illegal armed groups, the bandits used this pistol extensively, but it could not harm the soldiers wearing body armor at all.

"So it really is just a change in appearance, the power is still the same?"

Looking at the automatic pistol named K1, with similar lethality data to Maklov, Su Mo was both amused and exasperated.

Compared to that legendary gun, the biggest change in the K1 is that the barrel is longer, which slightly increases its effective range.

However, in terms of power, even if this gun hits a person at a distance of 50 meters, it won't have an immediate fatal effect unless it hits several vital organs.

Insert the magazine, take out a piece of wood, switch the safety to Safety off, and without much aiming, Su Mo pulled the trigger.

The loud explosion startled Oreo, who was lying on the ground, and Big and Little Spark began to pop wildly.

Although the sound of the pistol wasn't high-pitched, it was still slightly piercing in the underground space after being vibrated back and forth.

Released the safety, Su Mo picked up the piece of wood, and carefully examined the firing port.

"Hmm, not bad. Even though I haven't handled a gun in a long time, the basic marksmanship my dad taught me is still there!"

Compared to crossbows, Su Mo was far more skilled at shooting firearms.

It wasn't just because he was a military enthusiast, but also because his Su Ba constantly taught him by word and deed, nagging him and slowly cultivating his character by showing him model guns.

As he grew up, whenever he had time, Su Mo would take his monthly allowance of only ten or twenty thousand yuan to the shooting range to practice shooting and relax.

After arriving in the apocalypse, although this gun was not the familiar Beretta M92FS, Su Mo's excellent shooting skills still ensured that he could hit exactly where he wanted at close range.

"Pistols are better used for intimidation. If we're really comparing them, my crossbow completely outclasses it in every aspect."

"I just hope that when we have enough Survival Points to repair the Thermal Weapon machine tool, we can manufacture some practical ones, instead of just these fancy but useless things!"

Without the necessary resources, Su Mo had no way to maintain the two pistols.

The only option is to put it back into the Storage Space to delay the natural wear and tear caused by prolonged storage.

I tried the remaining Shelter Core, and the three complete cores could be placed immediately to extract the resources inside.

As for the damaged cores, apart from Maeda Kento, 7 out of 12 can be fused immediately, while 5 require the destruction of the corresponding shelter before they can be used.

"The first disaster update weakened us too much. Out of so many damaged cores, only three people were able to access their Storage Space, and each only had one cubic meter of it!"

The first time you open it, you need 100 Disaster Points. I don't know about other people's situation, but based on the cores I have, Su Mo can roughly guess how difficult it is to get 100 points.

As a beginner-level disaster, acid rain has reduced most of its damage. As long as you can gather enough suitable resources in the early stages and keep your shelter intact, you can basically get 100 points to unlock it.

Unfortunately, most people are either too adaptable or too unlucky, and get stuck before reaching 100 points, failing to accumulate enough.

"Those who survive the next disaster should receive points to unlock one cubic meter of Storage Space."

Inside the only two cores with Storage Space, which could not be opened, Su Mo found nothing of value; mostly just some broken tools and simple food and water.

The only slightly surprising thing was that inside one of the cores, unlike the blood-stained ones that had been torn off before, there were three brand-new cotton-padded jackets and two thick Cotton Trousers.

On the upper right corner of the cotton-padded jacket, one can vaguely see a logo that reads: TheSouthFace.

After comparing the styles, Su Mo was surprised to find that these clothes seemed to have been opened from the treasure chest, with the exact same style.

Adding the six pieces she had taken off earlier, ignoring the colors, it looked extremely neat, like a school uniform.

"With these three brand-new items, there's no need to wash these bloodstained ones. We can just find an opportunity to trade them away and get some supplies in return."

Inside the Storage Space, the blood-stained cotton-padded jacket was neatly tied up with a rope by Su Mo and placed in a corner.

There was blood on it, Su Mo had originally planned to wash it and change into it himself, but now that he had a new one, he naturally didn't need to be so frugal.

After collecting all the spoils and categorizing them, Su Mo stretched and began to put on his Combat Suit.

"All done. Now we can bring in some snow and make our own water for washing, laundry, or bathing!"

Since transmigrating to this world, Su Mo has not taken a bath for half a month. If it weren't for his busy schedule every day, he would have despised himself.

When Oreo was lying on the ground, saw Su Mo getting dressed, he thought they were going out to play. Excitedly, he abandoned his Big and Little Spark and ran over, barking.

"It's so late, where are you going to play? I'll get some water later and give you a bath!"

Upon hearing Su Mo's words, Oreo immediately turned his head away, pretending not to hear, and ran back with his neck tilted to the side. On the way, he slipped and fell.

This sight amused both Big and Little Spark, who kept making cooing noises.

"Oreo is so human-like, it even has shyness! It seems there are still many wonders in the wasteland waiting for me to explore!"

Shaking his head to banish the strange thoughts that had suddenly popped into his mind, Su Mo "quickly" turned on the television to check the surroundings.

The Pokédex scans every day show no living creatures, but this is only the initial Pokédex entry.

They couldn't scan out any of the fantastical creatures, such as kobolds and lion-men.

Therefore, it's essential to maintain the good habit of checking the surroundings with the TV before going out each time.

"Well, the environment around my shelter is terrible, and it's a depression, so I doubt many creatures would want to come here. In all these days, only a chameleon has come to me on its own!"

It was already dark outside, and I don't know what technology the TV used, but the picture was perfectly illuminated.

After checking around and finding no trace, Su Mo turned off the TV with relief, opened the front door, and went outside.

The combination lock was turned, the latch retracted with a creak, and the door was slowly pushed open, letting in a chilling cold.

As night fell, the temperature began to drop sharply.

Su Mo removed his mask and felt the temperature; it was at least around minus ten degrees Celsius, not much different from when the disaster struck.

"Fortunately, the wind speed finally decreased at night. If this trend continues, the wind should stop by midnight. That's good, so those who chose to take shelter on the ground won't have to go through a rough night!"

With the wind gone, the snowflakes drifted slowly down from the sky.

Under the moonlight, the entire earth was pure white and flawless, looking like a beautiful painting.

If we disregard the pressure of making a living, a guesthouse built on such a beautiful landscape, priced at several thousand or even tens of thousands of yuan per night, would probably attract countless people eager to stay! "It's so beautiful! If my sister were here, we could build a snowman and play with it."

Thinking of his younger sister's frequent complaints about why it was still snowing and her desire to build a snowman, Su Mo smiled knowingly and stepped onto the hillside to survey the land.

A book by an old-timer is being sacrificed!