This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Chapter 32: Chapter 032: Switching Guns

Chen Ke followed Hall and Priskin into the weapon room, but he didn’t have a rifle of his own.

Hall picked up his Saiga-12 shotgun and also grabbed a sawed-off grenade launcher. He slung a brown shoulder bag over himself, stuffing it with ten boxes of 12-gauge deer bullets and eight explosive grenades.

Priskin, of course, took his “Baba Yaga,” along with a SOCOM MK23 handgun fitted with an extended magazine. Unlike Hall, in addition to weapons, Priskin also brought a small handheld drill.

“You need a rifle, but we don’t have time to customize one for you right now, so just pick any,” Pihom suggested.

“Chen Ke, my shotgun’s most effective range is around 50 to 100 meters, Priskin’s gun about 100 to 150 meters. You understand what I’m getting at, right?” Hall said while checking his weapons.

Chen Ke hummed in acknowledgment, his gaze searching the racks on the other wall, and he took an interest in a very classic rifle—the M16.

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Produced by Colt, just like the M1911.

He took the gun off the rack, removed the magazine, and pulled the charging handle back several times, making sure there was nothing wrong with the gun.

Hall smiled and bent down to organize his gear, stuffing two shock hand grenades into his bag.

“You’ve picked a good rifle, but I have to remind you that this one is an M16A2, which doesn’t have a full-auto firing mode, only semi-automatic single-shot or three-round burst,” Pihom reminded him.

“That’s enough. Priskin’s AK can provide mid-range fire suppression, and Hall’s deer bullets can take care of all enemies closest to us. I just need to apply pressure by precisely targeting at a 300-meter range,” Chen Ke said, grabbing a handful of 5.56 mm rifle rounds from an ammunition box, one by one loading them into the empty magazine.

Hall and Pihom exchanged a knowing smile, aware that they had found an expert.

“How’s your aim?” Priskin interjected.

“This gun doesn’t have a Picatinny rail, nor a 4x scope attached—using iron sights, I can’t guarantee a hundred percent hit rate,” Chen Ke spoke at a measured pace. @@novelbin@@

This was his first time handling a rifle since crossing over, but he had a strong feeling that he used to be a precise shooter! Maybe not as accurate as a dedicated sniper, but not far off.

Holding that M16A2 felt great; even though it was no longer a very advanced weapon, its retro and rugged design coupled with the simple and direct handling would surely satisfy any marksman’s desire for control.

“Once we finish this job, I’ll come back and help you customize a super awesome precision rifle. You can start thinking of a name for it now!” Priskin, always straightforward, clapped Chen Ke on the shoulder.

The three checked their equipment one last time. With Pihom’s sponsorship, Chen Ke got a holster capable of holding two handguns. Since the mission might very likely involve a street shootout, all three wore plate carriers under their clothes.

“We’re not going to encounter monsters this time out, so you won’t need those two handguns that shoot flame bombs, unless you’re willing to switch bullets in combat. Otherwise, I suggest you sort through your weapons and ammo,” Hall advised.

Hall’s words made a lot of sense, but changing weapons wasn’t free. The mail carriers’ weapons were all “washed” military-grade goods, not in the same class as the discounted civilian weapons at Walmart, so even for internal organization members, swapping and upgrading arms would cost a fair amount of money.

While loading bullets, Chen Ke thought over his current arsenal of three handguns: an M1911A1, a Colt Python, and a Glock 17.

The M1911A1 from Parker was a bona fide Spiritual Gun, capable of firing official, regular Spiritual Bullets—if not for a stroke of luck, it would have been impossible to get, so it was Chen Ke’s most cherished weapon. It fired .45 caliber bullets.

The Glock 17 Chen Ke got from the Black People was used to fire civilian Spiritual Bullets, paired with a silencer for luring enemies and testing the strength of monsters. It’s a typical 9mm caliber handgun.

Pihom generously gifted a Colt Python revolver that could be loaded with a variety of Spiritual or regular bullets at any time, making it a highly flexible and powerful weapon. Whether for killing monsters or people, it could easily handle it all, depending entirely on one’s mood! Firing .357 Magnum bullets, it was truly like a hand cannon.

Each of these three guns used totally different bullets, meaning Chen Ke had to carry three kinds of ammunition every time he left the house, which was extremely burdensome. Considering the six classes and eighteen types of attributes of Spiritual Energy, just carrying bullets could crush him in the future.

Chen Ke decided to standardize the caliber of bullets he carried, so he could just carry one kind of ammunition. This would not only effectively increase his available round count but also reduce the number of guns he had to carry.

The first to be discarded was the Colt Python. After his battle with the giant toad, he had a deep understanding of the difference between Holy Relics and guns, and also that the attributes of the bullets were more important than their caliber! Besides, stuffing bullets into the cylinder one by one was a terrible experience!

The M1911A1 Spiritual Ability Pistol was an indispensable weapon that could not be given up. It was produced by the Administration Bureau specifically for all kinds of monsters. It was impossible to get one on the market, so he had to keep it with him no matter what.

Chen Ke only wanted to carry two pistols and one type of pistol ammunition. Although the Spiritual Gun could only fire specialized bullets from the Administration Bureau, he also didn’t like the idea of running around with different calibers of ammunition. The 9mm bullets were hardly satisfying in terms of power, the recoil of the Magnum was too strong, and its kinetic power seemed slightly embarrassing compared to the Holy Relics. Only the .45acp bullets were a reasonable compromise, so he decided to choose another pistol with a .45acp caliber.

This gun, in addition to being used for killing people, would also be used to shoot some civilian spiritual bullets. It needed to have strong stopping power and penetration, capable of piercing soft body armor at close range, and have a sizable magazine capacity. In short, for Chen Ke, this would be a versatile firearm. With civilian Spiritual Bullets, it could assist Holy Relics for mid-range engagement, and with regular bullets, it could become a deadly weapon.

Getting another M1911A1 was the best choice, but Chen Ke slightly frowned and dismissed the idea; he still hoped to get a new gun.

The M1911A1 was a classic, but it was a very, very old gun. It was bulky and didn’t have a high enough magazine capacity. Equipping an extended magazine was also inconvenient to carry.

Chen Ke wanted a sufficiently modernized weapon, and at that moment, he thought of a pistol that fitted his needs perfectly: the Walther PPQ .45.

“Do you have a PPQ here? .45 caliber?” Chen Ke looked up and asked Pihom.

“Of course, I’ve already guessed you’d want to build your weapon system around the .45acp. But I’m puzzled why not 9mm or any other caliber; you have a lot of options,” Pihom said, not understanding.

“I value the penetration and stopping power of the .45acp, and the recoil is easier to manage compared to other larger calibers,” Chen Ke replied.

Pihom nodded, left for a short while, and returned with a black carrying case in his hand.

Chen Ke took the case, opened it, and saw a brand-new black Walther PPQ .45 inside. This gun had a 12+1 round capacity, and both the slide and barrel were treated with a salt bath nitriding process, coated with Cerakote for durability—an excellent pistol.

“This gun is for 699 union coins, and the .45acp bullets are on me,” Pihom said.

Chen Ke nodded, pulled out seven 100-coin bills to hand to Pihom, but Pihom blocked his hand.

“Deduct it from the cut of this mission,” he said with a smile.

“Alright, are we all ready? That car won’t wait for us too long.” Hall stood up then; he was ready to go.

The three checked their weapons once more, fully equipped and ready for action.

“Should we get Dom’s driver?” Priskin asked.

“No, let’s not involve them for now. We’ll sort this out and then see what’s really going on,” Pihom shook his head.

“Hainerd will tell us. Oh, and Chen Ke, you don’t have a mask, just pick one to use for now,” Hall said while loading his weapon.

Hearing this, Pihom laughed and said, “Let him use mine for now.”