Little Bee and Walther

Chu Yunyi planned to find someone to buy guns from, not just grab a couple from some armory.

Although the latter would have been more convenient.

But Chu Yunyi was no military enthusiast. He knew nothing about firearms, not even what loading a gun meant or where the safety was.

Although he could find tutorials online for most things.

The internet was not omnipotent, though. It was not so easy to search up which firearm models corresponded to what, their strengths and weaknesses, or what attachments went best with them.

So.

Chu Yunyi thought of buying guns.

Of course, America had Gunfight Every Day, so he needed somewhere relatively safe.

Twisting the doorknob inside the [Void Gate], Chu Yunyi thought:

"I want to go to a store that specializes in selling firearms,"

"The owner should be friendly and enthusiastic, not the type to pull knives or guns,"

"They should not care about my identity, and they should accept gold. It would be best if they could speak a little Mandarin too."

Chu Yunyi listed all his requirements in one breath, then slowly twisted the doorknob.

If this [Void Gate] had a consciousness and could speak, it would probably say:

You sure have a lot of demands, daddy. Why not ask me to take you somewhere you can become a god while you're at it?

Then.

Chu Yunyi turned the knob and stepped inside.

Ding-ling~

The wind chime hanging overhead rang, and the door Chu Yunyi had come through connected directly to the entrance of a shop.

A Mexican man in his thirties, neither particularly dark nor particularly pale, was wiping his glasses.

At first, he did not pay much attention to the newcomer.

But when he saw Chu Yunyi's face, the shop owner clearly became interested.

Then.

The gun shop owner asked:

"Japanese?"

Listening to the clumsy English, Chu Yunyi realized a beat late that the owner was asking whether he was Japanese.

Chu Yunyi shook his head.

Then.

The gun shop owner continued:

"Korea?"

Chu Yunyi did not understand that one, but he still shook his head.

Suddenly, the gun shop owner asked again, "Chinese?"

At last, Chu Yunyi nodded.

With that single nod.

The owner's expression changed instantly, going from blank-faced to beaming.

He shouted cheerfully:

"Come in, come in! Mandarin, I know a little, little!"

Chu Yunyi was somewhat surprised to hear this Mexican man speaking Mandarin.

Because.

Although it was Mandarin, the gun shop owner spoke it more like dubbed dialogue, with the sort of tone that said, "I will kick your ass hard."

Who knew where he had learned it.

Still.

Just from his attitude, Chu Yunyi could tell that the owner seemed very interested in Dragon Country culture.

Sure enough.

The gun shop owner walked out from behind the counter and performed two sets of... the third routine of radio calisthenics in front of Chu Yunyi.

Afterward, he wiped his nose, his face full of pride.

Seeing Chu Yunyi's speechless expression, the owner realized belatedly, "Ah, come in, come in. What would you like to drink?"

"Orange juice, green tea, black coffee."

Chu Yunyi waved his hand and said directly:

"I need heavy firepower. Preferably something simple, with high lethality."

"And easy magazine changes. Easy to operate."

Even the enthusiastic gun shop owner paused at Chu Yunyi's string of demands.

Seeing his expression, Chu Yunyi assumed it was expensive.

He directly took out the gold from his pocket.

This was not the gold bar from the vault, but a small piece Chu Yunyi had cut off with a knife. The markings on it had also been ground away.

Although Chu Yunyi did not know much about gold, judging from market prices.

This piece should have been quite valuable as well.

If it were not valuable, the gun shop owner would not have had his eyes light up.

"Whoa, oh!"

"My friend, you really are...!"

The owner snatched up the gold, bit it with his teeth, and immediately stuffed it into his pocket with delight.

Then.

The gun shop owner promptly pulled him into the warehouse.

Pointing at several displayed firearms, he launched into his own introduction:

"First, I solemnly recommend my personally modified model!"

"A real big killer, [AM-180], short black custom-modified version with twin 360-round drum magazines!"

"Oh my God, this thing is usually used to suppress prison riots. It can fire 1,200 rounds per minute. Because the rate of fire is so fast, it sounds like a swarm of bees flying when you shoot it."

"So."

"I affectionately call these two guns: Little Bee!"

After saying all that in one breath, the gun shop owner caught his breath and continued:

"This gun basically has no weaknesses, and it is very easy to operate."

"If I had to name a weakness, it would be five minutes of shooting and two hours of loading, hahaha."

The owner laughed to himself, but when he saw that Chu Yunyi was not laughing along, he put on a wounded expression as though no one understood him.

But soon, the gun shop owner turned to the other side and introduced another pistol.

"Large-caliber pistol, does not jam, easy magazine changes."

"—Walther P22!"

The gun's design was fairly cool, and Chu Yunyi took a liking to it at first sight.

The pistol had a striking appearance.

The Mexican man even grinned as he held the gun and fired two shots at a distant concrete wall, then said:

"This little guy uses standard rifle rounds, my friend~"

"Accurate, precise, perfect for beginners!"

Hearing the owner's introduction, Chu Yunyi felt a little awkward.

Still.

Chu Yunyi had no intention of wasting too much time here.

Seemingly noticing this, the owner took out a cardboard box and placed two Little Bees and two Walthers inside.

Then he said rather comically:

"Today, I give you another set, two sets... twelve sets of magazines!"

The Little Bee's magazines were bulky and disk-shaped, taking up a great deal of space. Twelve sets filled the entire cardboard box.

The owner took out one Little Bee and demonstrated the steps for changing the magazine.

Click, click.

The two crisp sounds were enough for Chu Yunyi to understand immediately.

With the same procedure, the Walther P22 was even easier to operate.

Afterward.

The owner squeezed twelve sets of Walther magazines into the cardboard box.

The cardboard box felt rather heavy when it was handed to Chu Yunyi.

"Come again next time, my friend who only talks about the important things~!"

Waving his hand, Chu Yunyi walked out of the shop.

The moment he stepped outside.

Golden sunlight struck his face, while a foul smell filled his nostrils.

"Pah, who said foreign air was sweet and fresh?"

"If this counted as sweet, then durian and stinky tofu would have to be classified as desserts..."

Carrying a box of firearms, Chu Yunyi silently walked into an alley.

A homeless man was lying inside. He had been about to ask for some food, but when he saw several gun barrels exposed outside the cardboard box, he immediately shrank back.

Behind the alley was the back door of a boiler room, one that had been impossible to open for years.

The homeless man did not warn him. He simply wanted to watch this foreigner make a fool of himself.

But something he never expected happened.

Under his astonished gaze.

Chu Yunyi not only opened the door that had remained shut for years, but also walked into a strange space!

The homeless man rubbed his eyes.

He looked at the needle marks on his left arm and muttered, "Huh...? Hasn't the high worn off yet?"