This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 192 - P.W.A.T Armory
Chapter 192: Chapter 192 P.W.A.T Armory
Chapter 192: Chapter 192 P.W.A.T Armory
The armory was pitch-black, and Sam somehow found a tactical flashlight, turned it on, and placed it on a nearby shelf, illuminating a corner of the room for everyone to see.
Most of the weapon cabinets were closed, but two were open and their contents had been removed. The scene didn’t look like a robbery; it seemed more like the County Police had come to retrieve the weapons during a call-out.
These gun cabinets were all locked with brass locks, showcasing black M870 shotguns and the nostalgically designed M14 inside.
The M14 Garand semi-automatic rifle, a veteran of both World War II and the Vietnam War, was phased out by the military in favor of the M16 and M4 series and subsequently distributed to police forces.
It boasted excellent medium-range accuracy, firing 7.62mm rifle bullets with considerable power. With minor modifications, it could be converted into a sniper-style weapon or used as an urban combat weapon by the National Guard.
Moreover, because it was semi-automatic, it prevented untrained County Police from excitedly emptying the magazine by holding the trigger for 2 seconds, making it a decent weapon.
Compared to the S.W.A.T’s standard issue weapons, Carefree City County Police’s equipment was rather rudimentary, but it was sufficient.
Sam picked up a fire extinguisher from nearby firefighting equipment, aimed it at the big brass lock on the gun cabinet, and was about to smash it down when Ying Baiyi stopped him.
He shook his head, summoned a claw hammer, and gently tapped the brass lock, which immediately melted from the high temperature.
Having the same Fire Attribute, this claw hammer was more badass than the Fire-igniting Broadsword… Chen Ke thought to himself.
Pulling open the cabinet door, Sam grabbed the M14 inside. He cycled the bolt to get a feel for the weapon, his face expressing satisfaction, as if he had finally found his own strength.
“We better hurry up and see what else we need to take besides guns and bullets,” Ying Baiyi urged. He used the claw hammer to melt the locks on the other cabinets and pulled out several bulletproof vests.
Truth be told, bulletproof vests weren’t very useful and only added to the weight, but Sam still put one on.
The three then found several cylindrical special backpacks, pried open ammunition boxes, and poured 7.62 rifle bullets into them, also grabbing a dozen empty magazines.
Shotguns weren’t easy to handle for ordinary people as they required significant arm strength, and since only deer bullets were available here, not slugs, the shotguns had limited range.
Facing terrifying monsters, the power of ordinary bullets didn’t matter; what mattered was whether they could be used to keep the monsters at bay from a distance, as getting ordinary people to fight monsters up close was really asking too much of them, so Chen Ke and the others decided not to take shotguns back.
And what about pistols?
The standard issue for the County Police of the United Federation in 2008 was the Beretta M9, which fired 9mm caliber pistol bullets, featured an aluminum alloy grip, and was relatively easy to handle in terms of weight and recoil.
However, its major flaw was the insufficient spring tension of the magazine; the maximum capacity was 15 rounds, yet in reality, you could only fit 12.
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This was because if you loaded it with 15 rounds, the last few rounds would fail to feed properly due to the weak spring, causing mechanical failures and jams…
Considering the low power of the 9mm bullets, they might kill a person, but were less effective against monsters than a hammer… so they didn’t plan on taking any pistols back.
Although Chen Ke also didn’t have any weapons on him at the moment, he had a Glock 17 stored at his rental place and temporarily didn’t need an M9, so even though his holster was empty, he didn’t feel like stuffing it with one.
Chen Ke picked up the tactical flashlight and scanned the area to see if there were any hand grenades or smoke grenades.
After all, among mortal weapons, explosives were about the only things that could cause substantial damage to monsters. At worst, smoke grenades could be used to escape.
Unfortunately, it was impossible for the County Police station to store such items, as they weren’t a military unit and didn’t need high-explosive weapons on a large scale.
Chen Ke inadvertently glanced at a door and discovered another room further inside the armory. Curious, he walked over and found an electronic lock on the door.
“Hey, can you open this?” Chen Ke asked Ying Baiyi turning back.
He came over, listened at the door to make sure there was nothing inside, then summoned the claw hammer and directly melted the door frame, taking the whole door off.
“Thank you,” Chen Ke said, holding a flashlight and peeking inside, finding many gun cabinets.
“Wait… this is a P.W.A.T arsenal,” Ying Baiyi reminded behind Chen Ke.
“All the weapons in there are spiritual power weapons, which to ordinary people, are no different than fire sticks,” he pointed to the sign next to the door, explaining bluntly, in case Chen Ke didn’t understand what P.W.A.T meant.
“I’ll take a look inside. We may not need their guns, but there’s bound to be something else useful,” Chen Ke grinned.
“Okay, see if there are any gear carriers, the kind that you can attach magazines to, and also, look for some .45 caliber bullets for me; I don’t have many left…” Ying Baiyi nodded.
“No problem, first help me get these locks open,” Chen Ke said.
Ying Baiyi entered a small room, melted all the locks he could see with a nail hammer, and then tossed a bag to Chen Ke before returning to the main room to continue sorting bullets with Sam.
Chen Ke turned around and swept the flashlight over a stack of gun racks.
The racks held four entire rows of HK416s, all specially modified with spiritual energy, and next to them, in a cabinet, were small green boxes filled with spiritual rifle bullets.
He picked up an HK416 and examined its body under the flashlight. It still had an ejection port and a bolt, but definitely no firing pin—likely the bolt was only there for checking the barrel’s condition now.
Pihom had once told Chen Ke that all spiritual firearms were registered at the Administration Bureau, and each shot fired could be tracked. This was why Chen Ke had not much used the M1911A1 before.
Regardless of Ying Baiyi’s explanation of this world, one thing was certain: this was not the United Federation he recognized but another world.
So… the Administration Bureau of the United Federation probably can’t track the spiritual firearms in this world…?
Chen Ke looked at the HK416 in his hands. Although he wanted to take this gun with him, it was impractical.
First of all, it was too long and couldn’t be hidden. Even if he managed to take it out, Diana would confiscate the gun under various pretexts; what was he supposed to do then, kill Diana?
Second, automatic rifles required a lot of bullets, and he didn’t have the means to acquire such a large quantity of spiritual bullets to feed the gun.
Reluctantly putting down the HK416, he turned to inspect the other gun racks.
The neighboring rack had several MP5SDs and Benelli M1 Super 90 shotguns, even two PSG1 sniper rifles, all modified versions with spiritual energy. Chen Ke stuck out his tongue, regretting that he couldn’t take these long guns with him.
Eventually, he discovered a dozen M1911A1s in another small cabinet.
No mistake there… the spiritual pistols approved for investigators by the Administration Bureau, and the standard issue spiritual pistols of P.W.A.T, were exactly this one.
Sleery and Parker both used M1911A1s, albeit slightly differently modified. It seemed this was the most basic and classic of spiritual firearms. Below the cabinet, he could see boxes of corresponding .45 caliber bullets.
Chen Ke pried open a bullet box, examined a bullet in his hand, noticing its red casing.
He pried open a few more boxes, finding three different colored bullets neatly stored in the small green boxes together—red, white, yellow, just like multi-flavored candies.
This was surely the official spiritual bullet series from the Administration Bureau, featuring various spiritual attributes. Chen Ke guessed red probably symbolized the Fire attribute, white perhaps was Punishment, and yellow might be Lightning…
“Chen Ke? Are you done? I heard some movement outside, time to retreat,” Sam said, coming to the door.
Chen Ke shone the flashlight on him and saw him carrying seven M14s on his back, plus two bags, all filled with bullets. Given the size of the bags, they could hold thousands of bullets, and he estimated that his load weighed over 40 pounds… Black people are badass…
“Almost done, I’ll come right away,” Chen Ke replied and turned off the flashlight. Without discriminating by attribute, he indiscriminately dumped all the opened bullets into the bag and groped in the dark to holster two spiritual M1911A1s in his empty gun holsters.
Before leaving, he didn’t forget to grab six empty magazines, then left contentedly.
