The whole nation is trying to survive on the cable car; I'm choosing one of three options at ea

Su Mu's brows furrowed even more.

Three went missing, two died here. Of that group of foreigners, only three remain, their whereabouts unknown.

Outside, there were things he didn't know roaming about.

He glanced at the madman's corpse on the ground, then at the one in the corner.

"He said there are ghosts outside," Su Mu pointed at the madman. "What does that mean?"

The woman shook her head: "I don't know. He went crazy last night, constantly saying there was something outside, something watching them. The others didn't believe him, and after he went out, he never came back."

Su Mu was silent for a few seconds, then took out a small knife from his backpack and cut the ropes binding the woman.

The moment the rope snapped, the woman's body went limp, and she slid off the table, kneeling on the floor. She wrapped her coat tightly around herself, head bowed, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Su Mu didn't look at her. He turned and walked towards the two corpses, squatted down, and examined their belongings.

There was nothing next to the madman's body. Not even a gray box had exploded.

Su Mu frowned. The supplies dropped by the humanoid monster seemed to be different from those of ordinary monsters.

He walked toward another one... the white man who was hiding in the corner and firing a gun.

Beside the body, a pale blue box lay quietly on the ground.

Su Mu opened it.

Then his eyes suddenly lit up.

Inside the box, several items were neatly stacked...

An M4A1 carbine, black paint job, with minor wear on the frame, but overall in good condition. It comes with a 30-round magazine, which is fully loaded.

M4A1 Carbine (Green)

[Type: Ranged Weapon]

Base firepower: 28

Magazine capacity: 30 round

Rate of fire: Fully automatic, approximately 12 rounds per second

Optimal firing range: 200 meters

Recoil: Medium

A Glock 17 pistol, also of green quality, with a magazine capacity of 17 rounds and a firepower value of 20.

Glock 17 (Green)

[Type: Ranged Weapon]

Base firepower: 20

Magazine capacity: 17 round

Rate of fire: Semi-automatic, approximately 3 rounds per second

Optimal firing range: 50 meters

One flashbang, one smoke grenade, and two fragmentation grenades.

There were also more than 100 rounds of 5.56mm rifle ammunition, and two fully loaded Glock magazines.

Su Mu took a deep breath.

These items alone include two firearms, along with ammunition and throwables, making them far more valuable than any of the silver treasure chests he had opened before.

He was about to pack his things into his backpack when he suddenly heard a frantic noise behind him.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Su Mu suddenly turned his head.

The woman, at some point, stood up. She was holding an iron pipe she had picked up from the ground, and was frantically smashing it against the madman's corpse.

Once, twice, three times.

The iron pipe slammed into flesh with a dull thud. Blood and bits of flesh splattered everywhere, onto her face, body, and hair.

She didn't stop, smashing again and again, as if she wanted to smash all the hatred, humiliation, and pain into that corpse that was no longer human.

Su Mu did not stop her.

He looked away and continued tidying up the things on the ground.

M4A1 carbine, Glock 17 rifle, ammunition, grenades, flashbangs, smoke grenades... all stuffed into the backpack.

Since his job change, his backpack has become like an alternate dimension.

The physical size of the backpack itself has not changed, but the capacity inside has become a "weight system"... As long as the total weight does not exceed the limit, you can keep stuffing things in without taking up too much space.

His current strength is 123 points, and his maximum carrying capacity is 615 kilograms. The supplies in his backpack, plus the firearms and ammunition he just picked up, total less than ten kilograms, far from the limit.

After finishing the installation, Su Mu stood up and walked deeper into the room.

This room was the "command room," and it was quite spacious, with several metal cabinets and a long table against the wall. He opened the cabinets and rummaged through them; most of them were empty, and he only found a few documents and a map.

He took a few more steps inside, pushed open a half-closed door, and entered the room next door.

Then he froze.

Inside the room, a dozen or so military-green metal boxes were neatly stacked. The boxes were sealed and marked with white numbers and labels.

Su Mu strode over and pried open a box.

There are guns inside.

M4A1 carbines, brand new, the guns wrapped in oil paper, with desiccant still stuffed into the magazine wells. Ten in a box.

He pried open the second box.

Bullets. 5.56mm rifle bullets, stacked in boxes, each box containing thousands of rounds.

The third box.

Hand grenades. American-made M67 fragmentation grenades, green and oval-shaped, with safety pins intact, neatly stacked in foam molds. Twenty grenades per box.

The fourth box.

Smoke grenades. Twenty grenades per box.

The fifth box.

Flashbangs. Twenty in a box.

Su Mu stood in front of the pile of ammunition boxes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

They've struck it rich.

It wasn't just a small fortune, it was a huge windfall.

These weapons were enough to arm a small army. And he took them all by himself.

He quickly estimated... twelve M4A1 carbines, eight Glock pistols, more than three thousand rounds of 5.56mm ammunition, more than one thousand rounds of 9mm ammunition, two boxes of forty hand grenades, one box of twenty smoke grenades, and one box of twenty flashbangs.

The total weight is approximately 300 kilograms.

His current carrying capacity is over 600 kilograms, and even after loading all of this, there's still some left over.

Without hesitation, Su Mu began stuffing the ammunition crates into his backpack. Each time he added a crate, the system notified him that his carrying capacity had increased, but he was still far from reaching the limit.

After finishing the installation, he carefully checked the room again to make sure nothing was missed before turning to leave.

When they returned to the command room, the woman had stopped smashing things.

She knelt beside two mangled corpses, covered in blood, gasping for breath. Her coat had slipped down, revealing half of her shoulder, but she didn't bother to pull it back up. Her face, hair, and hands were covered in bloodstains and bits of flesh.

Su Mu glanced at her, said nothing, and walked out.

As I reached the door, a hoarse voice came from behind me.

"Thanks."

Su Mu paused, turned around and glanced at her.

The woman's face was stained with blood, her clothes were disheveled, and her hair was smeared on her face. But the look in her eyes as she looked at Su Mu was one of sincere, pure, and unadulterated gratitude.

Su Mu nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave the room.

He didn't take her with him.

It's not that he lacks compassion. In this world, everyone can only rely on themselves. He can save her once, but not forever.

Moreover, taking along a wounded person who is unable to fight is irresponsible to both her and himself.

Stepping out of the building, the sunlight was blinding.

Su Mu squinted to adjust to the light, determined his direction, and walked towards the third building.

It was a three-story building, and it suffered the least damage; only the windows were all shattered, and there were traces of shrapnel on the walls.

I cautiously peered around from the outside for a while.

He had just reached the door, about to push it open and go in, when suddenly...

"Smack."

A dull thud came from behind.