Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: I’m Treasuring It!

It was as if the goddess he’d admired for so long had suddenly confessed her feelings—

Ye Qing’s pupils dilated in shock for a second, and his heart started pounding wildly.

“Thank you!”

He quickly regained his composure, carefully received the gift with both hands as if it were a priceless treasure, and then held it in his hands, unable to put it down, examining it closely.

After a single glance at the inscription on the gun, Ye Qing already knew two things in his heart:

First, Jiang Yan trusted him a great deal.

He didn’t know how much, but at least more than Sun Jingtao and Su Dai did.

After all, he had a shotgun himself, so if someone were to be given a gun, it should be Sun Jingtao.

Second, this handgun did not come from Ma Longbiao.

It was most likely Jiang Yan, parting with her beloved weapon, giving it to him at no cost.

It was said that Ma Longbiao’s group’s weapons came from a nearby police armory.

Thus, the shotgun confiscated from Dao Yinping had a distinctive star emblem on the inscription.

That was the logo all domestic firearms bore.

But the gun Jiang Yan gave him had inscriptions clearly indicating foreign specifications.

Instead of the star emblem, there was the head of a sharp-eyed falcon engraved.

Most likely, it originated from the Beautiful Country.

Fortunately, there was only a small alcohol burner with a tiny flame on the table, dimly lit, so Sun Jingtao sitting opposite likely couldn’t make out the details.

Ye Qing looked up at Jiang Yan with a grateful expression, but saw her face was calm and composed. She reached into her backpack and took out two magazines, placing them in front of him, “And these two.”

With the one already in the handgun, that was sixty bullets in total—enough for practical use.

If the enemy’s numbers were few, they could turn them into a sieve.

“Dang it!” Sun Jingtao exclaimed in surprise at the sight.

Before Sun Jingtao could reach for the magazines to inspect them, Ye Qing had already cherished them and pocketed them.

He was wearing a combat uniform that day, which already had special magazine pouches.

It was as if they were custom-made for him.

“Xiao Ye, that gun looks a bit like a PKK, let me admire and study it after you’re finished,” Sun Jingtao said, although a bit perplexed by Ye Qing’s suddenly miserly behavior, he didn’t ponder much on it.

But he saw a trace of pride on Ye Qing’s face, who flatly and mercilessly refused:

“No way, Brother Tao. This is a gift from Jiang Yan, and I’m treasuring it—I won’t let you see it~”

“If you want to study something, first take a look at the tobacco and liquor!” Ye Qing said, and pushed the box of cigarettes and the Maotai bottle across the table toward him.

“Dang it! You little traitor!” Sun Jingtao said in mock anger, almost raising his hand to slap him.

Ye Qing chuckled and did not retort. Instead, he carefully stowed the gun away.

“When has this kid become so stingy?”

Su Dai, who noticed his unusual demeanor and behavior, nearly burst into laughter.

But it had been a long time since she’d seen Ye Qing this happy.

In her heart, she actually felt inexplicably happy for him.

After speaking, Su Dai stood up to add hot water to the instant noodles and then placed a bowl in front of everyone according to their chosen flavor.

Ye Qing, who had secured his gun, now returned to his usual solemn expression and said to Sun Jingtao:

“Brother Tao, although that shotgun is powerful, it requires skill to operate, and I definitely can’t handle it. They say a good sword deserves its hero; I’m giving that gun to you.”

“You sure?!” Sun Jingtao raised his eyebrows.

Joy was unmistakable in his eyes.

Ye Qing nodded, “Yeah. Sure and certain.”

Hearing this, Sun Jingtao stood up and slapped Ye Qing on the back, “You’ve still got a conscience, kid!”

Jiang Yan glanced at Ye Qing instinctively, her lips curling up reluctantly.

Yes, she hadn’t misjudged him.

This kid was on the right track.

Sun Jingtao, now the proud owner of the shotgun, had just “Kurt” out loud, as he disassembled its magazine.

“There are nine shells.”

When Jiang Yan glanced at the shells, she understood.

The gun’s design was similar to the weapons in her Space armory, but they were not the same ammunition.

There were no substitutes.

However, these nine were enough.

“Ah, only nine shells? Why are they called shells and not bullets?” Su Dai asked, puzzled.

“Shells generally refer to cylindrical bullets. These are buckshot, originally for deer hunting. The bullet contains several lead pellets covered in copper, and it’s a type of ammunition used more by SWAT teams. One shell contains various-sized pellets and fires all at once, which is effectively like shooting multiple pellets.” Jiang Yan explained to her.

“Jiang Yan, how do you know everything?!” This time, Su Dai was genuinely astonished.

And she wasn’t the only one.

In fact, Su Dai had wanted to ask this question for a very long time but had been holding it back.

Jiang Yan smiled ambiguously, “Because when I was abroad, I went to a spy training camp.”

Su Dai: “What?!?!”

Jiang Yan’s excuse was preposterous.

But it seemed Su Dai believed her.

She wanted to ask for more details, but Ye Qing already shifted the topic:

“Alright, Jiang Yan, Brother Tao, let’s hurry up and discuss our response plan.”

They said it was a plan, but there wasn’t much to discuss.

One word: action.

The 22nd floor would soon be flooded, and Ma Longbiao’s group was likely returning from the 23rd floor.

Of course, they might also come in from the 22nd floor, wading through the water.

After all, the windows had been pried open, saving them the effort.

Therefore, it would be safer to lie in ambush in the hallway of the 23rd floor, or the 24th floor.

Then they could act flexibly according to the situation.

After all, they were in the dark, and the enemy was in the open.

Now that everyone had weapons, they certainly had the upper hand.

As for the people led by Tian Jiliang, when the time came, they just needed to ensure the residents downstairs were secured and calmed to prevent them from causing trouble at the last minute.

However, there were still uncontrollable factors:

1. When will they return?

2. When they return, will they bring additional manpower and firearms?

As for that safe room with hostages and supplies, it could be searched after dealing with the problem at hand.

With these thoughts, the noodles were ready.

The ravenous group was just about to uncover their bowls to eat when the walkie-talkie, which had been almost silent all day, suddenly crackled to life.

“My goodness, it finally buzzed!”

Su Dai, in charge of the walkie-talkie, reflexively jumped up and reached for the device but was stopped by Jiang Yan:

“Don’t rush, bring Dao Yinping over first.”

Ye Qing had already risen to bring over Dao Yinping, who was passed out.

“Splash!”

A cup of icy rainwater was thrown over him, and he instantly woke up.

First aggressive, then his eyes filled with panic and fear.

But he quickly heard the call from the walkie-talkie and his gaze paused for a second.

Jiang Yan coldly said, “Do you know what to say?”

Dao Yinping shook his head frantically, then quickly nodded.

After getting a nod from Jiang Yan,

Ye Qing tore off the duct tape from his mouth, pressed the receive button on the walkie-talkie, and handed it to him.