Chapter 988: Chapter 775: Local Specialty Gunshots continuously echoed on Long Street.
The tank’s tracks crushed the remnants on the ground, rumbling forward.
The Extreme Path members engaged in chaotic battles suddenly looked back, unable to believe what they saw, and unable to comprehend what was happening.
When the gates of Hell open, is this what it looks like when hordes of Evil Ghosts return to the human world?
Dressed in iron armor, holding swords, with ferocious figures, stepping over pools of blood.
Spreading death.
The squads crafted for war walked leisurely down the street, slowly raising their assault rifles, aiming at the slaughter targets ahead, pulling the trigger.
Following up, a grenade was tossed from a raised hand, rolling, dispersing countless fragments amidst a loud explosion.
Whether in anguish or roar, the massacre units advanced in an orderly manner from all directions, killing all the Hybrids before them.
Cruelly and precisely forcing the fleeing people into alleyways, the array split, and the executors’ leather boots treaded over the debris beneath them, the flame throwers in their hands flickered to life.
Slowly lifting.
Bright flames burst forth.
In the midst of the dire screeches, everything was engulfed.
Then, the tanks and formations continued forward, leaving behind only ruins.
In the flames, those rolling and wailing gradually became still, only the playful glow of flames continued to dance, climbing over the scorched earth...
The massacre had begun.
And Huai Shi stood in front of an already forgotten warehouse.
The address on the key, unexpectedly close, right next to Huaizhi Gang’s territory.
A dilapidated factory left unattended for over a decade, with wild grass growing everywhere in the empty yard, and countless garbage thrown in over the fence.
Sewage flowing freely.
The wire mesh in the corner had long been cut, and someone had set up a basketball court here. But now even those playing ball were long gone.
The once cozy corner, filled with laughter, was a mess after a heavy rain.
Huai Shi raised his hand, tore off the door’s already broken chain, attempted to pull open the door, only to discover that it couldn’t be opened at all; behind the layer of bug-infested flimsy door panels was a thick layer of steel.
Beneath the rusty surface lay several layers of different steel materials, seemingly grown into the ground, and only the lockhole buried under layers of iron plates remained shiny and new.
"Does it really have to be this complicated?"
Huai Shi frowned, inserted the oddly shaped key snugly, and forcefully turned his wrist.
Then a deep grinding noise emerged from the door’s interlayer, the continuous fine sound transformed into a loud rumble.
The ground shook.
Behind Huai Shi, the members of Huaizhi Gang retreated in amazement, witnessing the warehouse in front of them start to shake violently, as if a Giant was about to pull out its rooted feet from the earth and once again lift its weary body.
Countless dust rose in the fine rain.
Under the gloomy sky, dim lights lit up on the silent door, following Huai Shi’s push, the steel door—a half-meter thick—was slowly opening, revealing the darkness behind it.
From the air solidified for years came a familiar pungent smell.
Huai Shi froze in place.
In disbelief, he widened his eyes.
Before him, in the massive space behind the door, lights silently illuminated, lighting up the narrow pathways crammed with shelves that utilized every inch of space.
And the guns on those shelves.
Firearms.
A warehouse filled with firearms.
Pistols, submachine guns, rifles, assault rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles, light machine guns... grenades, shock bombs, landmines, explosives, and even an entire wall of shoulder-mounted rocket launchers...
Ammo crates piled high occupied most of the space, enough for a modern war’s terrifying reserve, right before his eyes.
In the deathly silence, Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
You bastard, what was your intention in your youth!
This is the small... reserve Tobio mentioned from over ten years ago?
Does everyone have some misunderstanding about quantitative terms?
"Isn’t it quite skillful, old man?"
Huai Shi gently laughed, stepped inside, took a pistol from the shelf, and began carefully and meticulously loading the maintenance oil-coated bullets into the magazine one by one.
"What are you waiting for?"
He turned back, looking at the stupefied faces, smiling cheerfully: "Get ready to deliver goods, just like when you deliver wine."
"Our retaliation has not yet begun—"
Fifteen minutes later, under the pouring rain, the convoy of Huaizhi Gang illuminated the dark world once more, loaded with firearms, the trucks roared as they sped off in all directions.