Chapter 28: The Treasure of All Boys!

In the first-floor lobby of Zhongyuan Apartment, a scene of despair unfolded. The air was thick with sorrowful cries as distraught tenants gathered, seeking solace and support.

Amidst the chaos, the flickering light emanating from Mei Ling's hands provided a glimmer of hope.

Mei Ling, with her remarkable healing abilities, moved swiftly from one person to another, her touch bringing relief to the injured and unconscious.

Her face bore a determined expression, unwavering in her mission to alleviate the suffering around her.

Close by, Chen Ying, a young professor, worked tirelessly with a sense of urgency. Her hands moved with precision, skillfully utilizing the medical tools at her disposal to staunch wounds and administer life-saving treatments.

The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her, but she pressed on, fueled by a fierce determination to save her friend.

Amidst the cries and bustling activity, a sense of unity prevailed. The residents of Zhongyuan Apartment rallied together, offering comfort and aid to those in need.

Despite the devastating circumstances that surrounded them, a glimmer of resilience shone through their collective spirit.

In this moment of crisis, the lobby transformed into a place of both despair and hope.

The cries of anguish mingled with the unwavering resolve of Mei Ling and Chen Ying, their efforts symbolizing the unyielding human spirit in the face of adversity.

Jin, the cunning culprit, moved with an air of nonchalance amidst the uncomfortable crowd, his gaze fixated on the Glock 19 and his own Mossberg 930 shotgun lying near Wang Mei's motionless form.

As he sauntered through the room, a multitude of eyes locked onto him, filled with a mixture of hatred, fear, and various negative emotions.

One person, in particular, Wei Jingyi's dear friend, emanated an intense animosity that could ignite an inferno.

Amidst the tension, hidden mechanisms beneath the floor revealed themselves, as mechanical arms sprouted forth, eager to seize and snap Jin's neck.

However, Wei Jingyi's friend, keenly aware of the dire consequences that provoking this monstrous figure would bring, could only direct her seething hatred through her gaze.

If a gaze had the power to kill, Jin would have drawn his final breath long ago.

With a casual sweep, Jin scooped up the weapons and began his deliberate stride toward the lobby door.

Just as his foot crossed the threshold, a chilling, threatening voice pierced the air from behind, causing him to pause in his tracks.

Chen Ying, her friend's agony seemingly alleviated by a recently administered needle, stared at him, her grip tightening on her pristine white professor's coat.

"Don't you dare think for a moment that you can escape so effortlessly," Chen Ying declared, her voice laced with frigid determination.

"Heh, this is quite amusing," Jin remarked, glancing back and locking eyes with Chen Ying, her piercing blue gaze cutting through the tension.

The way her long, wavy hair cascaded flawlessly around her body, accentuating her smooth, white complexion, was nothing short of breathtaking to any onlooker.

Yet, for Jin, her air of intelligence combined with the enigmatic aura of lethal intent she exuded made her no different from any other ordinary human being.

A smirk curled on his lips as he found her determination to keep him trapped in this place almost comical.

In that moment, Jin became aware of a strange phenomenon. The weapons in his grasp seemed to tremble, as if yearning to break free from his grip, particularly the Glock 19.

His attention momentarily diverted, he observed the guns, both the Glock 19 and his Mossberg, seemingly come alive as they continued to quiver.

"Fascinating," Jin muttered indifferently, his focus returning to Chen Ying. It was then he noticed a faint, ethereal white glow, like tendrils, extending from his weapons, as if attempting to pull away from him.

"You should consider yourself lucky that I still possess a modicum of kindness in this chaotic world. Just imagine what could happen if..."

Jin's words trailed off, leaving the rest to the imagination. With that, he turned to depart, leaving the consequences to unfold in his wake.

The world had already been thrown into disarray due to the relentless onslaught of the bat invasion.

Combined with the presence of these peculiar entities, did they truly believe the government remained a force to be reckoned with?

Even the various gangs alone posed a substantial threat to the nation. Now, with the potential addition of supernatural powers, the scale of danger grew exponentially.

"Humanity is inherently selfish, and those in power are no exception," Jin stated, his voice laced with bitter cynicism. "Once your weaknesses are laid bare, you become nothing more than prey or a subject to be exploited."

...

Beneath the veil of the desolate night sky, Jin strode purposefully toward a secluded corner of the apartment complex, his steps cloaked in shadows.

Arriving at a spot where he had once fallen, he retrieved an old-fashioned brass skeleton key, its surface adorned with intricate etchings that hinted at a hidden history.

With a deliberate motion, Jin pushed aside the tangled undergrowth, revealing a formidable steel security shutter concealed amidst the bushes, alongside the lifeless corpses of massive Level 5 Vampiric bats.

Unlike an ordinary security shutter, this one bore a conspicuous keyhole at its center, like a silent invitation.

Clang.

Jin tapped the shutter three times, each impact producing a resounding jingling sound that reverberated throughout the area.

His actions were bound to draw the attention of another group of Blood Slaves, but this was precisely his intention.

He shook his head, acknowledging the inevitable consequences, and proceeded to insert the key into the awaiting keyhole.

Grasping the key firmly, he turned it to the right, and a distinct clicking sound resonated through the night.

In response, the security shutter came alive with a loud clamor, as if the mechanism within were akin to the awakening engine of an antiquated vehicle.

Slowly, methodically, the shutter began to roll up, its resounding echo serving as an alluring call to the nocturnal creatures lurking in the shadows.

As the security shutter unfurled completely, a sight of magnificence unfolded before Jin, causing his eyes to gleam like distant stars and his heart to quicken its pace, beating with a fervent rhythm.

"Unbelievable," he whispered to himself, his voice filled with a mix of awe and astonishment. "The rumors were true. Mrs. XXX is truly a gun enthusiast!"

Suppressing his excitement, Jin stepped into the room, his gaze immediately drawn to the rows of gun racks stretching across the 4x4 space.

An impressive array of weaponry adorned the racks, ranging from sleek submachine guns to formidable assault rifles.

The room was meticulously organized, with ammo racks showcasing an assortment of cartridges, from precise 9mm rounds to shotgun shells and a multitude of bullets.

Completing the arsenal were gun modifiers and extenders, enhancing the performance and versatility of the firearms.

Simultaneously, as Jin's vision scanned the room, he reached out and touched one of the assault rifles, and in a surreal twist, a familiar and captivating game screen materialized before his eyes.

[

Name: M4 Assault Rifle

Type: Weapon

Rarity: Common

Effect: The M4 is a versatile weapon that can be used in a variety of combat situations. It has a high rate of fire and low recoil, making it effective at medium to long ranges. The weapon can be customized with a variety of attachments, including sights, grips, and suppressors, to improve its accuracy and performance.

Requirements: Required 5.56×45mm bullets.

Description: The M4 assault rifle is a gas-operated, magazine-fed weapon that fires 5.56×45mm NATO rounds. It is a lightweight weapon that is easy to handle and can be fired from both the shoulder and hip.

]

Gently placing his Mossberg on a nearby table and securely holstering his Glock 19, Jin carefully retrieved the M4, cradling it with both hands.

The sleek and streamlined design of the M4 exuded a sense of efficiency and purpose. Its collapsible or telescoping stock provided the versatility to adjust the length, catering to various shooting positions and individual preferences.

As Jin grasped the M4, he noted its relatively light weight, allowing for swift movements without hindrance.

The firearm seemed to complement his tall physique and sufficient strength, providing a sense of comfort and familiarity in his grip.

"I can't believe it," Jin exclaimed with excitement, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I'm actually holding an M4!"

He eagerly began experimenting, aiming to the side and left, effortlessly maneuvering the gun, even performing a quick, spontaneous jog on the spot.

The M4 had been a cherished dream for countless boys, a popular weapon found in numerous video games.

Although Jin had primarily indulged in RPGs and MMORPGs in the past, his profession as a security guard had ignited a hidden fascination with firearms.

It was this passion that drove him to work tirelessly, yearning for the key to this secret basement.

Now, as he grew increasingly comfortable with his newfound weapon, Jin's gaze shifted between the M4 cradled in his hands and the Mossberg resting on the table.

His mind raced, plunging him into a momentary daze that lasted several seconds.

"My strength should be sufficient for close combat situations. What I need most is a reliable long-range weapon," Jin mused, his mind retracing the harrowing moments of running and hiding, seeking cover from relentless gang ambushes.

Recalling those intense encounters, he envisioned how having the M4 would have altered his strategy.

Instead of dashing towards the market building, he could have efficiently neutralized the machine gunners on the second floor before turning his attention to locating the sniper.

"While the shotgun is useful, even with additional modifiers, its effective range pales in comparison to an assault rifle," Jin reasoned.

His gaze drifted towards the rack of hanging modifiers, displaying an assortment of attachments such as optics, foregrips, and rail systems.

Although he lacked knowledge on how to attach these modifiers, a surprising discovery awaited him.

Neatly arranged on a bookshelf in the corner were several books, seemingly guides on how to properly install and utilize these attachments.

"This is a rarity indeed—a woman who loves guns," Jin sighed, his thoughts momentarily drifting.

However, his heightened senses suddenly sharpened as he caught a glimpse of movement among the bushes outside the basement.

His recently acquired passive skill, Tiger Blood, had enhanced his instincts, enabling him to discern even the faintest human scent.

Yet, rather than pursuing the mysterious figure, Jin's focus shifted back to the treasures before him—the arsenal awaiting his attention.