Thinking about facing a town full of monsters, even though the population density here could not compare to their hometown, it was not a number that could be easily ignored.

So when Chen Peng and Wang Hai returned with a small truck and called everyone to leave the dilapidated apartment, Zhang Yi and Zhou Shulin's first reaction was to ask about the weapons.

"The trade went smoothly. We got what we wanted, they got what they wanted, and they even threw in a truck as a bonus."

Wang Hai patted the truck, indicating it was the extra gift from the other party.

"Let's talk on the way. We should get out of here first. This place is not safe."

No one objected. They immediately got into the small truck. Since the weapons were piled in the cargo bed in the back, everyone wanted to see them right away. Only Zhao Ying sat in the passenger seat.

After everyone was seated, Chen Peng started the truck and drove through the streets, while the men in the back looked at the still-new weapons.

"Mainly handguns and shotguns, with two assault rifles, a large amount of ammunition and magazines, and some Molotov cocktails."

Fragmentation grenades were generally ineffective against monsters like zombies. Molotov cocktails were more effective. While introducing the weapons, Wang Hai also explained the reasons behind their choices.

"Why did you only buy two automatic rifles?"

Zhang Yi looked at the SCAR next to him. This looked much more powerful than a Glock. Wouldn't it be better if everyone had one?

"Because none of us has much experience with guns. Using this kind of weapon is asking for trouble."

Zhou Shulin was rummaging through the handguns, finding that they were almost all Glocks.

"No Desert Eagles?"

His strongest impression of handguns was the Desert Eagle, since it was a divine weapon in countless games, powerful and cool-looking. However, Wang Hai shook his head helplessly.

"The Desert Eagle is not practical. Aside from its cool appearance and high power, it is too heavy, too big, has a small magazine capacity, and a high failure rate. Its collection value far outweighs its practicality. It is not suitable for people like us who have not handled firearms before. It is easy to injure yourself."

Choosing the Glock was also Wang Hai's decision. He had not expected the underground shop Chen Peng found to have such a complete variety. It had almost every weapon he could think of. He felt that even if the crisis broke out and the entire city fell, that shop would be fine because its firepower was too strong.

He also explained to everyone why he chose the Glock from a large pile of weapons.

There was no external safety. The Glock's safety mechanism was special, you did not need to manually engage it. Simply put, if you did not pull the trigger, whether it was dropped, hit, or in other circumstances, it would not accidentally fire. It would only disengage the safety and fire when you pulled the trigger.

For these newcomers, this could avoid the tragedy of forgetting to disengage the safety at a crucial moment. In simple terms, the operation was relatively simple.

Another point was the large magazine capacity. A standard 9mm Glock magazine held 17 rounds.

Finally, the Glock was relatively light, so normal people would not feel burdened. Even Zhao Ying could use it.

"I specifically chose the Glock 18. In an emergency, it can function like a submachine gun."

Wang Hai also took out some extended magazines. These could hold 33 rounds, but if you held the trigger down, you could empty it in the blink of an eye.

"These are for saving your life in emergencies. It is better to use single shots normally."

Besides the weapons, Wang Hai opened another box containing protective gear.

"What is this for?"

"Zombies. In necessary situations, you might need to use your body to block these monsters, and you can easily get injured then."

Wang Hai took out an armguard and put it on simply.

"But with this, it might give you some protection."

Seeing his demonstration, everyone immediately understood. If necessary, they could wrap more layers outside, like thick cloth. While zombie bites were terrifying, zombies were ultimately transformed humans, and human teeth did not have the length and sharpness of wild animals. A layer of protection could prevent bites from breaking through, giving a chance to survive in danger.

Wang Hai once again proved that his mind was sharp. This was also why Zhang Yi and Zhou Shulin had not raised objections to Wang Hai's commanding.

Ethan was quietly standing by, not expecting Wang Hai to suddenly look at him.

"What?"

"Uh, I wanted to ask, can you use a gun?"

"A little. Why?"

There was nothing to hide. Among the many abilities he had, firearms were actually one of the least notable.

"Well, you know, ordinary people like us usually do not get the chance to touch these. I only know some theory. Can you teach us practical usage?"

This was not an excessive request, and Ethan had no reason to refuse. Besides, he was idle anyway. Teaching them was just a way to pass the time.

Of course, how to teach them at this time mattered. Because they could face danger at any moment, teaching systematically from the basics was not feasible, so he went straight to the practical points.

The correct way to hold a gun, the function of various switches and buttons on the firearm, how to load, chamber, and fire correctly. These were basically automatic weapons with foolproof operation, so even someone with below-average intelligence could quickly learn how to use them.

After Ethan finished, he emphasized a mistake newcomers were prone to.

"At any time, as long as you are holding a gun, do not put your finger on the trigger when you are not actually in combat."

"Where should I put it then?" Zhou Shulin did not quite understand. When he held a gun, his finger rested on the trigger. He felt that way he could fire at any time.

"When a person encounters danger, especially suddenly, their muscles tense up instantly, and your finger will tighten uncontrollably. If your finger is on the trigger at that moment and your muzzle is pointing somewhere it should not be pointing..."

Ethan spread his hands and demonstrated how the finger should be placed when holding a gun normally. "Like this, finger extended and resting outside the trigger guard. When needed, you can quickly get ready to fire. When startled, it will not cause an accidental discharge."

Then he talked about some shooting essentials.

For example, do not get carried away by games and aim for headshots. The first choice for shooting should always be the easiest target to hit. Legs and feet, these small targets should not be considered. Just shoot at the body, you will not go wrong.

"Do you not have to shoot zombies in the head?"

"Because you have not actually used firearms before, if I tell you to shoot directly at the head, the only result will be that you all shoot into the sky."

His words were somewhat subtle, but everyone understood the underlying meaning. By shooting directly at the body, there was still a chance of hitting the head.

Although they felt a bit underestimated, seeing Ethan skillfully disassemble the gun in his hand into parts and then quickly reassemble it, they did not seem to have the right to object.

Along the way, Ethan taught them various basics. Now, except for not having actually fired, they knew what they needed to know.

The rest would require familiarization through actual use, and in a world like this, they would have plenty of opportunities to get used to it.

"We are here."

They arrived at their destination. This was a detached house located in a secluded part of the neighborhood. Although the structure was not very sturdy, its remote location meant a large number of zombies would not gather there quickly, giving them time to react.

Wang Hai took out the map, compared this location, and then found the location of their previous house.

"It is not far. If necessary, we can move back to the original house first, resupply, and then move to the nearby mall."

Neither house was suitable as a base, so they would definitely be abandoned.

Zhou Shulin and Zhang Yi were busy moving the weapons inside. Then they loaded the empty magazines, organized equipment and items, and selected gear of the right size to change into.

By the time they finished, everyone was drenched in sweat, but no one could shower because the tap water had already been proven unsafe. They could only wipe themselves down.

"Get used to it. Maybe you will go to worlds with more ancient backgrounds in the future. Then you will know how uncomfortable it is."

Chen Peng had already changed into a full set of gear, with Molotov cocktails hanging on his tactical vest. Besides him, only Wang Hai had changed into a full set.

Zhang Yi and Zhou Shulin had only changed into clothes and pants. Their tactical vests and protective gear were next to them, not yet put on. In contrast, Zhao Ying was still bending down, tying the protective gear onto herself.

Ethan looked at their state, then turned and glanced out the window. When he turned back, he found Chen Peng looking at him and shaking his head slightly.

Clearly, this veteran had long sensed the approaching crisis, but he was not planning to warn these rookies. Instead, he wanted them to learn a lesson. When executing tasks issued by the Main God Space, always be ready for combat.

Those who did not understand this point were bound to suffer, perhaps even lose their lives.

Not this time. Chen Peng would act when necessary, because he felt these newcomers had good qualities and were worth saving, except for Ethan. That person was probably a Reincarnator much stronger than himself. He just did not know why he had come to a novice trial mission.

"There must be some ulterior motive."

(To be continued.)