On Howard Street in the Williamsburg area, the shutter door of a gun shop called the Old Smoking Pipe Gun Shop was tightly shut.

Fortunately, the meteorite shower did not cause any substantial damage to the gun shop.

This was the place that Alan Martin had mentioned where they could restock their equipment.

"D * mn, the door is locked." Allen knocked on the door, but there was no response.

"No, we have to think of a way to open it," Richard Hunt said as he held the shutter door with one hand.

At this time, Moore, who had been put down, looked at the door and suggested, "Boss, I still have 500 grams of explosives here. Should we blow it up?"

Before Richard could say anything, Ross said, "No, the explosives will make too much noise. If the aliens are alarmed, we'll be finished."

"Ross is right," Richard said. "We still have injured people. We can't take the risk. D * mn it."

"Why don't I try?" Long Feipeng, who had been watching from the side for a long time, said.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.

"You?

What good idea do you have? "Richard's face was full of disbelief.

Long Feipeng ignored him. He lifted his trench coat and pulled out the crowbar from behind his waist. He stuck it into the gap of the shutter door.

Click. With a slight force from Long Feipeng, the corner of the shutter door was pried open.

When the few of them saw that this method was indeed effective, they could not contain their excitement.

Seeing that Long Feipeng was sweating profusely after a few tries, Richard reached out to take the crowbar and said, "Let me do it."

Long Feipeng shook his head, indicating that he was fine with it.

Ten minutes later, with a click, the shutter door's lock was pried open.

The shutter door was slowly pushed up. There was a glass door at the back of the shutter door.

Long Feipeng exerted force, and the glass door shattered. The few people in the team, along with Long Feipeng, entered in a line.

As soon as he entered, Long Feipeng's knowledge was broadened.

The whole room was filled with guns and ammunition. All kinds of weapons and individual combat equipment were neatly arranged in every corner of the room.

Long ones, short ones, thick ones, thin ones, large ones, small ones, there were too many to count.

"Hahaha, God, we're rich."

"Look over there, look, this is my favorite."

"God bless us. This time, we must clean up those bastards in the police station."

Richard Hunt clapped his hands and said, "Alright, lads, hurry up and get ready. Pick something useful, then we'll go back and kick those bastards' asses."

After they heard this, they spread out and began to search for suitable weapons and equipment, including the limping Moore.

At this time, after Long Feipeng threw away the gun that was prone to misfire, he began to feel troubled.

He had no idea what kind of weapon he needed. The variety of weapons made him dizzy.

On the other side, Richard, who had just picked up a SCAR assault rifle with a grenade attached, saw Long Feipeng, who was hesitating.

So, he walked over with a SCAR 64 assault rifle that he had just gotten. He looked at Long Feipeng playfully and said, "What's wrong, kid?

There are too many toys and you don't know how to choose? "

"What kind of gun is suitable for me?" Long Feipeng asked, staring at the row of rifles hanging on the wall.

"A gun is a soldier's life. Sometimes, it's even more important than life. Although the general purpose is the same, it's quite complicated to subdivide it. It's completely different from the game you're playing." Richard did not directly answer his question.

"Oh?

How so? "Long Feipeng was interested. His eager eyes revealed that he needed knowledge in this area.

"Let's take the few of us for example. Look at Moore."

"Moore's position in the team is a machine gunner and an exploiter. Correspondingly, his weapon should be more focused on firepower. If possible, not only should he be equipped with light machine guns, but he should also carry shotguns, rocket launchers, explosives, and mines," Richard said as he pointed at Moore, who was changing into a bulletproof vest.

Then, he pointed at Allen, who was holding a gun on the shelf and continued, "Look, Allen is holding a K14 EBR. He's a precision shooter in my team. He's the best, so he needs a gun with a large caliber, high accuracy, but not weak firepower. A semi-automatic 20-round 762-caliber K14 EBR is perfect."

"In a team, individual combat power is only a part of it. The important thing is to look at the overall quality of the team. It's like a pile of building blocks. Everyone has different shapes, but they have to do their job to put together a complete thing. It's the same principle in war."

"Of course, in order to create a strong soldier, it's not just a gun and a weapon. Auxiliary equipment is also very important. For example, tactical bulletproof vests can be equipped with some magazines and ammunition, and they can also block some of the weaker bullets in battle. As for the rest, protective equipment such as combat boots, gloves, grenades, and smoke grenades have their own uses on the battlefield."

As Long Feipeng listened, he secretly remembered Richard's words.

After that, Richard introduced the positions of the other team members and the uses of their guns to Long Feipeng.

"Okay, I'll leave the rest of the time to you. But you'd better hurry, we might have to leave soon."

"Leave?

To where? "Long Feipeng asked casually.

"Didn't I say before that I'm going to settle the score with those bastards?" Richard said and turned to leave, leaving Long Feipeng alone to look at the weapons hanging on the wall.

After hearing Richard's words, Long Feipeng did not directly take a weapon.

Instead, he took off his trench coat and casually took a tactical vest and put it on.

After putting on the trench coat, it looked a little bloated, but Long Feipeng did not care. He casually took a tactical leg bag and tied it to his right leg.

After everything was packed, he suddenly saw a sniper rifle in a display cabinet in the sniper area.

The gun immediately attracted his attention.

200 tactical intervention sniper rifle, developed and produced by Cheyenne Tactical.

It was a classic sniper rifle of the generation, the ultimate cold-bore rifle. 408 (1036) caliber, combined range, lethality, and accuracy.

It was paired with a Burris 5522 x 56 zoom electro-optic sight.

Within a range of two kilometers, as long as it was not a heavy armor that appeared in the sniper mirror.

No matter what kind of monster it was, it would be hard to escape death.

The stupid black semi-automatic Barrett 107 in the display cabinet next to the 200 was ignored by Long Feipeng.

After all, the 127 caliber sniper cannon was too cumbersome, and its accuracy did not seem to be as good as the smaller and lighter 200 caliber.

Long Feipeng was not interested in being an idiot and running around with this thing on his back.

It was not like he was doing renovation, so there was no need to carry it around to play with.

Unable to hold back, Long Feipeng picked up a crowbar and smashed the display cabinet.

With the sound of glass shattering, Long Feipeng carefully carried the gun out, afraid of the slightest collision.

He opened the dust cover of the sight and confirmed that the built-in rangefinder, wind speed sensor, and ballistic detector were all working properly. He then carefully placed it on the ground.

There were not many magazines in the display cabinet, a total of seven. Long Feipeng placed the seven magazines in his tactical vest and trench coat pockets.

He then smashed open the storage cabinet below the display cabinet. There were three boxes of ammunition inside.

Because he was afraid that he would take the wrong bullet, he deliberately took one out of the magazine.