Su Wei considered it for a moment.
"And that Ruger, with 100 rounds of.454 ammunition."
"One hundred shots? Are you planning to start a small-scale war?"
Old Charlie raised an eyebrow.
What else do you want?
"Bear spray. Largest size."
Su Wei added.
"And odor eliminator, I need the best industrial-grade kind, don't try to fool me with that touristy mint water."
"Besides that, I also need two hunting knives. My main knife is Alaska Harpoon Survival Knife, and my secondary knife KA-BAR 1217."
(Reference - Alaska Harpoon Survival Knife )
(Reference image - KA-BAR 1217 )
"Of course, there's also a brand new hunting backpack, a bone saw, Nikon Monarch 5 Binoculars..."
Su Wei didn't stop, listing a whole bunch of items that might be needed.
Old Charlie was quick; he reached under the counter, pulled out a small notebook, bit off the pen cap with his teeth, and began scribbling.
Soon, Su Wei finished describing all the equipment he could think of.
Then, he looked at Old Charlie.
Now that he has enough money, he certainly won't act like he did before.
They were equipped with very basic gear, and could only buy bullets one box at a time.
Old Charlie put down his pen, looked at the full page of records, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed like chrysanthemums.
Clearly, Su Wei's purchase of so many items exceeded his expectations.
This made him very happy; it was another big deal.
"It seems you really did your homework; Black taught well."
Old Charlie gave a compliment, then turned and quickly went to the shelf to get something.
"Your items totaled $38,970. After the discount, it's $35,073."
The price is quite expensive; it could buy a decent car or a comfortable life in town for almost a year.
But Su Wei didn't even blink.
He took out the black bank card from his pocket and handed it over.
Money is worthless, life is your own.
If it can improve the survival rate by even 1%, then the money is well spent.
Moreover, this is not just for that bear, but also for the capital to establish a foothold in this wilderness in the future.
"Drop."
Swipe card, sign.
Su Wei walked out of the gun shop carrying a heavy bag of equipment.
The cold wind outside cooled his feverish mind considerably.
In his left hand was the pistol he had just acquired, and in his right hand he gripped the heavy bag.
These pieces of equipment, plus the Raptor at home, and the upcoming Arctic Cat Thunder God 8000...
At this moment, he was no longer the newbie who had just arrived.
And all this equipment is waiting for an eager hunt.
He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart.
Indeed, men's love for firearms is innate.
He needs to calm himself down and not get too agitated.
After placing all the equipment in the passenger seat and securing it properly,
Su Wei then got into the car, turned on the stereo, and selected a soothing piece of music.
Heading back!
It was already noon when I got home.
As Su Wei turned his car into the yard, he saw a huge van with the " Kodiak Powersports " logo parked in front of the wooden house, taking up half of the driveway.
Tony, the salesman who had previously ignored him in the store but later became incredibly attentive to him when he saw cash, was standing in the snow smoking, stamping his feet to keep warm, his nose bright red.
Seeing the black Raptor approaching, Tony immediately threw away his cigarette butt and greeted it with a broad smile.
"Mr. Yang! You're finally back!"
Tony pointed to the truck bed behind him, his tone exaggerated.
"Your big machine has arrived. We've just finished all the modifications you requested: a raised chassis, winch, heated handles... This is absolutely one of a kind on the entire island."
Su Wei jumped out of the car, walked to the back door of the truck, and a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.
"Open."
Tony unlatched the latch and forcefully pushed the roller shutter door up.
"Whoosh!"
Light streamed into the dimly lit vehicle, where a black and dark green all-terrain vehicle lay quietly.
The massive off-road tires still had their treads intact, and the robust roll cage gleamed coldly, exuding a mechanical and wild feel.
Chapter 117 Death Race and the Afterimage of Drawing Guns, The Hunting Master's On-the-Spot Guidance (Part 2)
"Here's the Thunder God you wanted."
Tony took off his oil-stained gloves and patted the cold, massive body of the car, a hint of envy in his eyes.
"As per your request, we've fitted it with a wide track kit and a high-mounted air intake system that can operate normally at minus forty degrees Celsius. To get this thing perfectly tuned, the shop's technicians slept in the workshop last night."
The black and green car lay silently on the snow, its body reflecting a cold light in the natural sunlight.
The wide rubber track teeth gleamed coldly.
Two high-lumen spotlights were also installed on the sturdy roll cage.
Su Wei circled the machine once, then reached out and gripped the handlebars.
The heated grip has a hard rubber texture and extremely strong friction, allowing you to clearly feel control even when wearing thick gloves.
"Give it a try?"
Tony handed him a key with a red lanyard and a helmet.
Su Wei straddled it, and the commanding view from above gave him a sense of security unlike that of a pickup truck.
Insert the key and turn it.
"Boom!!"
The twin-cylinder engine instantly came to life, unleashing a deep, furious roar.
The engine sound lacked the sharpness of a cheap motorcycle; the heavy vibrations traveled through the seat, up the spine, and straight to the top of the head.
Su Wei felt as if the blood in his entire body was heating up with the vibration.
Gently press the accelerator with your right thumb.
The vehicle jolted violently, its tracks instantly gripping the snow and kicking up a cloud of snowflakes.
The Raptor pickup truck is a mobile fortress, but this Thunder God is more like a steel exoskeleton.
Without hesitation, Su Wei pulled down his goggles and slammed on the accelerator halfway.
The massive vehicle suddenly shot forward.
The cold wind lashed against the helmet visor, making a strange whistling sound.
The surrounding trees rushed past, turning into blurry gray shadows.
Su Wei drove it toward the open area by the lake, its tracks grinding wildly through the thick snow with a pleasant crunching sound.
Steering, drifting, sudden stop, and then accelerating again.
He freely drew huge "8"s on the pristine white snow.
With each turn, his body tilted sharply with the car, and the thrill of teetering on the edge of losing control sent his adrenaline soaring.
Ten minutes later.
Su Wei parked the car back at the garage entrance; the engine was still radiating intense heat.
"Nice car."
Su Wei took off his helmet; his cheeks were red from the cold wind, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
Tony breathed a sigh of relief, his face beaming with joy.