Still hoarding supplies in the apocalypse? I'll just go on a killing spree and looting!

Lin You was feeling around on the wall to one side.

The lights came on quickly.

It was a portable tactical flashlight that hung on a helmet or around the neck.

It was placed in a long iron cabinet on the right wall as you enter.

Tactical lights are small in size and are fixed to a helmet or chest strap.

The light spot is a uniform circular floodlight with no central highlight, illuminating the entire nearby area.

The switch is on the side of the light fixture; simply press it with your finger to turn it on.

Due to its design, this tactical flashlight cannot illuminate a great distance, but it can illuminate a very large area.

The once dark armory was instantly brightened.

The space is very spacious, with a row of metal cabinets against the wall, each with a padlock on its door.

Inside were neatly arranged pistols, rifles, and riot shields.

There is also a separate metal cabinet in the corner, with only two words on the label: Sealed.

On the left is a row of bulletproof vests and tactical vests.

Lin You grabbed the bulletproof vest and pulled it on, asking, "Do you know how to wear it?"

Mu Xue didn't know how to start the conversation. This was a bulletproof vest; how could an ordinary college student know about such a thing?

Lin You has already started putting on her tactical vest.

"It's better to wear it; this thing can save your life."

Mu Xue had already begun clumsily putting on her bulletproof vest.

After putting on the bulletproof vest, Lin You drew her finger bone dagger, aimed it at the hook of the first cabinet door, and slashed down.

The lock was cut off, and the gun cabinet door was pulled open.

Inside were rows of handguns, reeking of gun oil.

Lin You picked up a pistol; it was a Type 92 semi-automatic pistol.

Remove the magazine; it is empty.

He pulled back the sleeve and took a quick look; it was in pretty good condition. He then turned and handed it directly to Mu Xue beside him.

Mu Xue is currently putting on a tactical vest.

Seeing Mu Xue's clumsy movements, Lin You sighed, reached out and helped Mu Xue put it on, then inserted the pistol into the tactical vest.

"Out of bullets, don't use it."

Mu Xue paused slightly and saw Lin You pick up another pistol.

The pistol began to disintegrate right before Mu Xue's eyes.

It was a strange feeling; the metal of the pistol no longer felt hard where Lin You's fingertips touched it.

The outline of the Type 92 pistol suddenly became blurred, as if all its colors had been removed.

All that remains is a semi-transparent, intricate three-dimensional blueprint composed of countless luminous lines.

Rifling, hammer, recoil spring—each part was broken down into its most basic geometric shape, hovered in the air for half a second, and then countless points of light burst forth.

It illuminated the entire room in an instant, then disappeared.

The materials library now contains a string of incomplete blueprints and data prompts for material collection.

Lin You remained expressionless and moved her hand toward the next one.

One gun cannot complete the blueprint; there are six Type 92 pistols and three Type 64 pistols in total.

As the light spot restarted and then dissipated, only three Type 92 pistols and one Type 64 pistol remained. Lin You nodded in satisfaction.

"What...what did you just do?" Mu Xue asked, her voice filled with surprise and doubt. "Are you an alien?"

Lin You turned her head to look at Mu Xue, thought for a moment and said, "This world is completely different from the world you know, just like how you and I are both people with special abilities."

Mu Xue's eyes widened. "Wait, you mean me too?"

Lin You nodded and handed him another pistol, saying, "Sense it carefully, then think about how to put it away."

Lin You held the pistol with a puzzled look in her eyes.

Her expression quickly became extremely complex, showing joy, disbelief, and a hint of excitement.

Mu Xue gripped her pistol and closed her eyes.

Something in the air has changed; space itself is distorting.

The air around her palm began to distort, like the distorted feeling created by heat waves rising on asphalt.

The outline of the pistol flashed in her palm and then disappeared.

Mu Xue opened her eyes, her face paler than before.

Whether from nervousness or excitement, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"It's done." Her voice trembled slightly, but the corners of her mouth turned up.

That was the first time tonight that she showed an expression that was neither fear nor restraint, but rather an instinctive pride in having just realized that she was no longer just a burden.

Lin You handed her a pistol. "Go on, put all these guns away."

Mu Xue nodded excitedly, took the pistol, and put it back into her spatial storage.

Lin You arrived at the rifle cabinet and broke the lock with a single stroke.

There were six rifles and two shotguns neatly arranged inside.

The recycling function is activated.

The Type 95 rifle quickly transformed into a series of light lines in the air, and then turned into light spots.

This time it will take a little longer.

It lasted about 15 seconds.

Lin You only finished completing the blueprint when there was only one Type 95 rifle left.

Looking at the two shotguns, Lin You hesitated for a moment, then picked up one and handed it to Mu Xue. "You'll use this from now on. Have you seen it in the movies? You just put it on your waist, aim it in the general direction, and pull the trigger."

Mu Xue picked up the shotgun and started fiddling with it. Soon, the last remaining shotgun and rifle were stored in her spatial storage.

The sealed container contained only one item, or rather, a collective term for throwing weapons.

Tear gas, stun grenades, and police walkie-talkies.

Lin You was disappointed that there were no explosive grenades.

"Take it."

Mu Xue took the stun grenade and looked at the pull ring on it, feeling an urge to pull the ring off and throw one away.

Lin You warned, "Remember to tell me when you drop this thing, and don't use it at close range, it could kill someone."

After thinking about it, Mu Xue regretfully put the stun grenade into her spatial storage.

The two quickly ransacked the entire armory, and were now fully armed.

Lin You had several stun grenades and tear gas canisters stuck in his tactical vest, a mantis knife in his hand, a finger bone dagger tucked into his waistband, and a five-round Sig Sauer P226 rifle in his quick-draw holster.

Mu Xue wore a riot helmet and carried a riot shield in both hands.

It was a bit strenuous to walk, after all, a recent college graduate's physical strength is only average.

Being able to keep up with Lin You while wearing so many clothes shows that she has pretty good physical fitness for a girl.

Lin You helped Mu Xue turn on the light hanging around her neck, then handed her a gun light that was attached to the muzzle of a gun for illumination. "Go downstairs. Get the bullets."

Mu Xue nodded in agreement, opened her mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

Lin You knew what Mu Xue wanted to say.

It's nothing more than why they came to save them, or an explanation that their exposure wasn't intentional.

But now, all of this seems meaningless.

They went down the stairs.

Mu Xue followed two steps behind Lin You, her steps more steady and confident than when she went upstairs.

The equipment she was carrying was quite heavy, but her breathing remained steady.

It wasn't that she wasn't tired; it was that she discovered that the "pocket space" that could hold things made her feel like she was no longer a pure burden.

Lobby.

The fog was thicker than before, its surface slowly swirling under the lights. The computer screen on the reception desk had somehow slipped off and shattered in two on the floor.

The police officer was still crouching in the corner—he was still alive.

He held his head in his hands, muttering something in a softer voice than before, as if he were praying or talking to himself.

From Mu Xue's perspective, she could see many scenes that terrified her.

His police uniform was soaked through on the back, whether from sweat or condensation, it was hard to tell.

A body lay on the ground three meters away. The light shone on his face, revealing him to be a man around forty years old.

Something pierced through my chest from behind.

The edges of the wound were black, the internal organs in the chest and abdomen had disappeared, and there were signs of being torn apart.

A bunch of keys was hanging from his waist.

Mu Xue asked softly, "Aren't we going to save him?"

Lin You didn't look at him, but simply replied, "I can't save them. Remember, never save people who have mental breakdowns in the future; they will drag everyone down to hell."

You never know how a person experiencing a mental breakdown will react in a dangerous situation.

Either reaction would be a disaster for all the survivors.

It could even be described as a desperate situation.

Lin You said she had encountered a team of 26 people who were almost all eaten by a monster because of a jerk.

She walked straight to the corpse, her eyes fixed on the set of keys.

As Mu Xue passed the police officer, she paused for a moment.

It's not sympathy, it's observation.

She saw that his eyes were wide open and his pupils were dilated.

Mu Xue withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward.

As she walked by, he suddenly looked up.

It wasn't that I saw her, but rather the Type 92 pistol stuck in her tactical vest and the enormous riot shield.

The light from Mu Xue's chest shone on his face, momentarily blinding him.

It felt like a needle piercing a nerve that had been severed for a long time.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his lips began to tremble. In that instant, something more primal than fear ignited in his eyes.

Lin You walked to the corpse and bent down to reach for the key.

His lips, which had been moving, suddenly opened wide.

It's not a survival instinct, it's a professional instinct.

A police officer saw someone carrying a police pistol coming down from the second-floor armory, and that instinct ingrained in his bones for twenty years was triggered.

Now another bald guy is trying to get the key to the ammunition depot.

Even though it was the end of the world outside, and even though he had been crouching in the corner without the strength to stand up.

But during those two days, he was still a police officer, and he reacted instinctively.

"Halt! Drop your weapons! You—!"

His voice boomed through the empty hall.

Mu Xue turned around abruptly, looking at him with extreme horror, wanting to do something, but it was too late.