7: Chapter 7 Weapons, Buy, Buy, Buy!

As soon as she entered the door, Qi Yin was jolted by the chilly air inside the design hall.

On such a hot day, keeping the air conditioning temperature this low—wasn't he afraid of catching a cold? In the Apocalypse, getting sick was the most terrifying thing; once you fell ill, everyone would consider you a burden and discard you without a second thought.

The attendant led Qi Yin to the largest room in the venue and then departed.

Without much hesitation, she pushed open the tightly closed door to find Lu Yanxiu standing there with a dignified air; seeing her enter, he nodded.

Before him, a figure exuding immense pressure suddenly appeared.

Qi Yin frowned. Although the person was sitting in a wheelchair with their back to her, the cold, rigid aura radiating from them made her feel somewhat displeased.

It was the same feeling she had in her previous life when encountering a powerhouse and having no choice but to bow her head.

Even though she knew that the person before her was her fiancé.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out once more as a bullet burst from Xiao Sinian's muzzle, piercing straight through the moving target and shattering the mannequin placed behind it.

Qi Yin couldn't help but nod, casting a deep look at Xiao Sinian.

It seemed the rumors weren't very reliable; this sickly young master of the Xiao family gave her a very strong impression.

However, she wasn't here today to watch him shoot.

"President Xiao, let's talk. What conditions do you require to give me access to weapon procurement channels?"

Having said that, she watched as Xiao Sinian unhurriedly wiped the muzzle of his gun. The wheelchair in front of him slowly turned, revealing a face wearing a black, gold-stamped mask before Qi Yin.

Qi Yin couldn't help but gasp; Xiao Sinian's eyes were so familiar.

And very beautiful!

"What does little sister want to do with so many firearms and cold weapons?"

Although Xiao Sinian's voice was cold, it was so calm that even Lu Yanxiu felt surprised.

Qi Yin looked around, then finally pointed a fingertip at herself.

Little sister? Was he talking about her?

Xiao Sinian was way too familiar.

"Since when did President Xiao become so glib? I'm very busy, so please give me an answer as soon as possible. If you can't, I'll find other ways."

There really wasn't much time; she was still waiting to go hoard more spicy hot pot, boiled fish, and white-cut chicken later.

Given her attitude, if it were anyone else, they would likely have a few holes in their body by now.

However, the corners of Xiao Sinian's eyes curved slightly, and he wasn't annoyed. He raised a hand toward Lu Yanxiu, who handed him a tablet.

He pulled up an interface and raised an eyebrow at Qi Yin.

"Come and take a look."

Qi Yin leaned in suspiciously, and the next instant, her eyes widened.

The screen displayed the most sensitive and challenging items available—various models of firearms and heavy weaponry.

Not only that, but all kinds of cold weapons were also available.

In the Apocalypse, where the weak are prey to the strong and order has collapsed, possessing the power to protect oneself and one's supplies is just as important as having capital, perhaps even more so.

This was also the fundamental reason why Qi Yin was trying every possible way to obtain a large quantity of weapons.

She wanted to live; she wanted to live more than anyone else.

Just as she wanted to admire them a bit longer, the screen was suddenly turned off by a slender, bony hand.

That finger then acted up, pressing against Qi Yin's forehead and pushing her away a little.

"How is it? Am I capable?"

His teasing tone left Lu Yanxiu, who was standing to the side, speechless, and he silently retreated.

So that was why the Boss cut off the channels and insisted on meeting Yin Yin? Tsk tsk, the image of his Boss as a ruthless person had collapsed!

Qi Yin scratched her head, her earlobes turning slightly red unconsciously, but she remained stubborn.

"Give me a straight answer. Are you going to provide them or not?"

Xiao Sinian raised a hand to rub his neck, his fingers tapping on his knee. With an expressionless face, he handed her a gun and pointed toward a fast-moving target in the distance.

"I will, as long as you can hit it!"

Qi Yin felt as if she had been granted amnesty and snatched the pistol.

"Geez, I thought it was some harsh condition. Piece of cake!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As the bullets chambered, Qi Yin didn't even bother to take a proper stance; she raised her slender arm and fired three shots in succession.

Lu Yanxiu went over to check the target, and when he returned, his jaw hung open in shock.

"All hits!"

In his impression, Qi Yin had never handled a firearm before, so being able to achieve such results so casually was truly astonishing.

Amidst Xiao Sinian's slightly surprised gaze, Qi Yin blew the remaining smoke from the muzzle and raised an eyebrow at him with a smile.

"President Xiao, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Xiao Sinian didn't speak and turned around to leave.

Just when Qi Yin thought he was going back on his word, the tablet traced a graceful arc through the air, accompanied by the most beautiful sentence she had heard from Xiao Sinian all day.

"Pick what you want, little sister Yin Yin!"

Once Qi Yin got the tablet, she had no time to bicker with him about the form of address; she was already lost in her own joy.

The weapons on the tablet were mainly divided into two categories: cold weapons and firearms.

Relatively speaking, cold weapons were easier to obtain. Following the instructions on the screen, Qi Yin contacted several top-tier outdoor knife and traditional weapon studios both domestically and abroad and placed several huge orders.

Based on her usage habits and memories from her previous life, she customized twenty Tang swords and butterfly blades with perfect weight, length, and balance, using the highest-performance alloy steel, handcrafted to the point of being sharp enough to sever a hair.

She ordered hundreds of machetes, tactical axes, and engineer shovels; they were sturdy, durable, and their chopping and hacking ability was superb.

For long-range weapons, she ordered one thousand sets of compound bows and crossbows, along with a large quantity of arrows.

Of course, she couldn't forget high-strength alloy daggers for close-quarters combat; for life-saving weapons at close range, she naturally had to get a thousand, and she could even share some with Wenwen and the others.

These order quantities seemed large, but for Xiao Sinian, it was a piece of cake and wouldn't attract any attention at all.

Qi Yin's gaze was cold and focused, and she rubbed her hands in excitement.

Next up were the firearms she had been looking forward to.

The country had extremely strict regulations on this, making the large-scale acquisition of firearms and ammunition an almost impossible task with extremely high risks.

However, Xiao Sinian actually had an overseas team leader specifically responsible for this sector, a big shot who was also a former international security expert.

Following the contact information provided on the tablet, Qi Yin made the call.

Perhaps because Xiao Sinian had given them a heads-up, the communication between Qi Yin and the other party went very smoothly.

"How are the overseas channels?" Qi Yin asked.

The other party's voice was clearly processed through a voice changer, sounding exceptionally cold and professional.

"Through the connections of some old friends, we have already contacted some arms suppliers in Eastern Europe, the Middle East, and North America. However, there will be price fluctuations, roughly fifty percent higher than small batches, and it requires cash."

Money? Qi Yin wasn't short on money right now.

"Money is not an issue. The main thing is how much you can get. Can you meet the quantity I requested?"

The other party spoke at length: "We can get five hundred mainstream model pistols, with five hundred thousand rounds of matching ammunition."

"We can only get two hundred assault rifles, with one million rounds of ammunition."

"Fifty sniper rifles, and fifty thousand rounds of ammunition."

"In addition, we have twenty light machine guns and two hundred thousand rounds of ammunition. Smoke grenades, explosives, and such are limited in quantity, but we can get some."

Qi Yin frowned. These weapons were more than enough to form an elite squad, but they seemed a bit thin when facing large-scale zombie hordes or conflicts with other factions, and the ammunition consumption would be astronomical.

However, in her memory, there seemed to be other channels where she could get some more.

"Although it's far from enough, get as much as you can."

She knew this was the maximum safe operational limit for Xiao Sinian's side; since she was using his resources, she shouldn't cause him trouble, right?

Finishing the call, Qi Yin's mood was somewhat heavy; the difficulty and risk of obtaining firearms far exceeded her expectations.

Now, she had to be prepared to rely mainly on cold weapons and limited firearms to fight against zombies.

It seemed that in her previous life, there was a criminal organization called "Black Wind" that had hidden quite a lot of good things in the Nanshan area, including firearms and ammunition; she could go look for them in a couple of days.

Yes, that's what she would do.

Withdrawing her thoughts, Qi Yin didn't forget another important piece of equipment—protection.

Tapping on the screen with her fingertips, she ordered a large quantity of stab-proof vests, tactical vests, military helmets, goggles, and so on.

Although these things couldn't completely withstand bullet attacks, they still played an undeniable role against zombie scratches and cold weapon slashing and hacking.

The pleasure of Qi Yin's frantic shopping permeated the entire venue; if she ignored the annoying gaze watching her, it would be even happier.

However, she didn't care.

Watching the girl busy as a bee in the surveillance footage and her terrifying order volume, Xiao Sinian's narrow eyes shimmered with a faint light.

"Pass down the order: based on her order volume, prepare twenty times that amount..."