Chapter 41 Weapons

　　"There's no big problem with the intelligence."

　　Moore and Sean exchanged the information they got from the two people.

　　"What should we do with these two guys? Should we..." More made a gesture of wiping his neck.

　　Daryl frowned slightly and said, "Forget it, we have already tied them up, they can't do any harm, don't worry about them."

　　Otto and the other man were indeed tied up with strips of cloth torn from the curtains and their mouths were gagged, and Sean threw them into a room.

　　"Brother, sometimes I really don't know what you are thinking? Do you think it will be okay if you tie them up? Well, even if it is okay, they can't break free.

　　What will be the outcome for them? Being bitten to death by zombies or starving to death? Compared to these two options, it is better for me to just stab them.

　　Maybe they have to thank Mr. Moore." Moore curled his lips in disdain.

　　Daryl was speechless.

　　Sean said, "Then just ignore them. It's better to have fewer lives on your hands. If possible, we can deal with the others later.

　　We can let them go, after all, they are not completely loyal to their boss, and we need manpower."

　　"what ever."

　　Sean nodded, "Let's go get the weapons. I hope the armory can give me another surprise."

　　The keys have been obtained. They were found on Poke and Otto. There are three keys in total.

　　The three of them walked down the stairs to the stairwell on the first floor, where the first key was needed. The door leading to the basement was locked.

　　"Looks like I'm lucky." Sean smiled and inserted the first key he picked up.

　　Open the door, take out the key, and put it in a pocket.

　　"Let's go, be careful, there may be zombies." Sean reminded, turned on the flashlight, and took the lead to walk towards the stairs leading to the basement.

　　There are plenty of flashlights in police stations, and they are all of good quality.

　　The basement without electricity was naturally dark, so flashlights were definitely needed, so Sean and his friends collected a few.

　　Moore and Daryl also turned on their flashlights and followed Sean. The stairs were not long. After turning a corner and taking a few more steps, there was a heavy iron door.

　　He took out a key, inserted it, and turned it. It was this one. It wasn't that Sean's luck was really that good, but mainly because the appearance of the key was so different.

　　After opening the door, he put the key away casually, but Sean carefully kept the last unused key.

　　"Let Uncle More see what good things the police station has." More held up the flashlight and walked in impatiently.

　　Sean and Daryl looked at each other and smiled, "Come on, let's go in too."

　　"Oh, shit, these bastards." Moore had already picked up an AR15 rifle and was stroking it lovingly.

　　AR series rifles are the most mainstream official rifles for the police, and there are more than ten of them on the shelf after entering the market.

　　In addition to the AR series of rifles, there are also several special rifles, two HK416s, and two Remington M40 sniper rifles.

　　There were eight shotguns, quite a few pistols, and even a small box of grenades and a matching grenade launcher.

　　The most important thing is bullets, two large boxes of them.

　　As for non-lethal weapons, smoke bombs, tear gas, restraint guns, and stun guns, they are all in the police armory.

　　Those things are not what Sean and the others are targeting.

　　"Oh my god, there's an HK416 in this crappy place. Damn it, I'm not even worthy of being a county police officer." Sean even swore, which was rare.

　　Moore put down the AR rifle and picked up the L-6 grenade launcher to fiddle with it.

　　"How are we going to get rid of these things? Don't just take a few of them. There's no way I'm going to leave them here to gather dust!"

　　"Remember that Panda they were? We can take them all away." Sean smiled, obviously in a good mood.

　　"Panda? What the hell." Moore was obviously not a knowledgeable person.

　　"It's a police armored vehicle. I don't know how this place got it, but it doesn't matter. What's important is that it's ours now."

　　"What's wrong with that thing that makes you laugh so happily?" Moore was a little surprised.

　　Sean did not hide his joy. "The Panda weighs nine tons and can carry 16 people. With it, we can run rampant among the zombies!"

　　"Shit! What are we waiting for? Let's take action quickly and take all these away!" Moore also became excited.

　　Only Daryl remained silent as he looked at the dazzling array of weapons.

　　"Darryl, could you please call the others over?" Seeing that Daryl didn't respond, Sean couldn't help but call out again, "Darryl?"

　　"Oh, okay." Daryl reacted, nodded, and walked out of the basement.

　　"Don't be so dejected, brother. It's just a crossbow. Wait a minute and I'll find you a better one."

　　Maul wanted to comfort him, but Daryl had already walked out of the basement.

　　Moore shrugged helplessly. "Speaking of which, Sheriff, don't you police officers need crossbows? Where can I find a good crossbow?"

　　"Some special police officers know how to use them, but these small town police weapons are usually discarded by the city police department.

　　We can say that we are lucky to have these weapons thanks to Atlanta, but forget about the police crossbows."

　　"Shit, it looks like we should go to the mall someday."

　　"Let's talk about it later. Moore, you wait here for them. I have to go check on the Panda."

　　"Speaking of which, Sheriff, you haven't forgotten about the group of people up there, have you?"

　　"Of course not. But if possible, we'd better prepare before we free them. If we can take everything away before they find out, then we don't have to worry about them at all."

　　"Oh, that's a good idea."

　　"Okay, I'm leaving now."

　　Sean also left, and Moore was the only one left in the basement. When the excitement wore off, Moore threw the grenade launcher on the table.

　　There was nothing much to do, so I sat at the table, lit a cigarette and waited silently.

　　Before the cigarette had burned out, Moore heard a very faint sound of footsteps. Although he knew it was most likely Daryl bringing others back.

　　But Moore still threw away the cigarette, became more alert, and hid behind the door.

　　"Moir, Sean, are you there?"

　　Although Karl was walking in the middle, the voice was heard first.

　　"Damn it, keep your voice down." Moore didn't hide anymore and walked out directly.

　　"My voice is very measured. Okay, is this the equipment store? Let me see what's in it."

　　Carl ran in excitedly, turned on the flashlight, looked around but was a little disappointed.

　　"What? That's all. There are no heavy weapons."

　　"Hey kid, isn't this enough? See the rifle? Fully automatic, the kind that goes bang bang bang. And there's also a grenade launcher, bang bang bang!"

　　Moore made a funny noise, causing Carl to roll his eyes.

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