Chapter 120: The Gap Between Reality and Expectations

"My goodness..."

Zhao Dezhu, who followed Zhang Su onto the car, had round eyes. His past "loser" mindset was at work, making him afraid to even touch the furniture made of maple wood, fearing that if he broke it, someone would make him pay for it.

"TV, refrigerator, I'm going to cry, Brother Su, this is what life is!"

Lu Yubo walked to the refrigerator and pulled the door open with trembling hands. Inside, there were actually dozens of bottles of imported beer neatly arranged. He couldn't understand the text on them, but from the exquisite bottles, he could feel they weren't cheap goods. On both sides were colas!

It seems this car wasn't just placed here as a decoration; perhaps the car dealership owner had used it before.

"Wow, Xiaoshan, there's a bathroom here, and a shower room... a shower head!"

The two women were like they had discovered a treasure, hugging each other and laughing and jumping.

"Cough! You guys should know what to look for now, right?"

Zhang Su wasn't immersed in the luxurious decor and various facilities. He felt around everywhere, looking for the so-called armory.

Being spoken to by Zhang Su, the others also came back to their senses and hurriedly calmed down to start searching everywhere.

The little Corgi didn't know when it had also scurried onto the car. It looked at Zhang Su, who was rummaging everywhere, tilted its head to think for a while, and then followed along to search.

"Brother Su, it seems like there isn't one in here..."

Zhao Dezhu walked to the back of the car and found it was a bedroom, with a standard double bed inside, the sheets as clean as new. He even lifted the mattress, but there was nothing.

"The internal space isn't right, Brother Su!"

The group walked to the bedroom. Zheng Xin tilted her head and glanced at the driver's cab, saying: "The car looks very long from the outside, but the space inside... there should be another section in the back!"

She pointed to the wall behind the head of the bed in the bedroom.

"Sister Xinyu is right, I also feel like it's shorter inside!" Zhao Dezhu nodded in agreement.

Twelve meters in length, longer than two Mercedes S-classes connected end-to-end by more than a meter, it could no longer be described as spacious; as an internal space for a car, it could be considered magnificent.

Zhang Su also felt the problem Zheng Xin mentioned, but he didn't have a manual in his hand, let alone a beautiful car model to introduce it to him, so he could only feel around bit by bit.

"Look for where the buttons are. Anyway, you can't break it by pressing, just try them all!"

As Zhang Su spoke, he walked to the driver's seat and started the vehicle. He glanced at the fuel gauge and found that it had four-fifths of a tank of gas, with a cruising range of up to seven hundred kilometers. Pretty awesome!

Everyone got busy, and after a round of random pressing, they indeed discovered something unusual. Many pieces of furniture that were placed in plain sight could actually be retracted into the bottom of the car, and even the large double bed could sink into the bottom of the car.

Not only could the furniture be retracted into the bottom of the car, but there was also a section of about three or four meters in the carriage that could extend outward, further expanding the area inside the car. According to the instructions next to the button, the extended space could only be used when the vehicle was parked steadily.

After a round of operation, a sunshade curtain extended from the roof, building a simple camping space outside, which made everyone sigh in amazement.

But even so, they still hadn't discovered how to enter the mysterious area behind the bedroom...

"Damn, I'm really a fool!"

Zhang Su scratched his head and walked to the driver's cab, where he suddenly discovered a button to open the trunk. He was enlightened; he had actually forgotten such a simple and direct structure.

"Found it!"

As he spoke, he pressed the button to open the trunk without hesitation, and heard a faint sound of a motor running from the back.

When everyone ran off the car one after another and looked inside from the rear of the RV, they felt that they were truly bumpkins; a Porsche sports car was parked steadily in the rear trunk of the RV!

"One car shocks me ten times!"

Lu Yubo was dumbfounded.

Zheng Xin raised her hand and touched the rear fender of the sports car: "The RV is actually pregnant with a sports car, woohoo, cross-species love!"

Zhang Su was just lamenting the rich people's colorful life, and was stunned by Zheng Xin's magical imagination.

Glancing at the eccentric Zheng Xin, Zhang Su stepped into the garage and looked around, then felt around for a while, but still didn't find any guns. Just when he was puzzled, he looked down and his eyes lit up!

"There's something fishy underneath here!"

Zhang Su stomped his feet.

Judging by the height of the garage, it was a good meter off the ground, and the space of several dozen centimeters below was very suspicious.

"Woof!"

Just when everyone was searching everywhere, the Corgi scratched lightly at a spot on the carpet and barked at Zhang Su.

When everyone lifted the carpet, a hidden button was hidden underneath.

"Damn, Brother Su, this dog is truly divine, how does it know everything?"

Lu Yubo and the others looked at the Corgi crouching on the side with disbelief.

"It has performed meritorious service several times today, don't bully it, remember to share some good food with it!"

As he spoke, Zhang Su uncovered the cover and pressed the button. The sports car shook significantly, and the entire floor began to rise slowly!

Soon, the floor rose to the top, about fifty centimeters high. At arm's reach was a double-sided storage rack, with many hooks for supporting firearms embedded in it in a crisscross pattern.

"This..."

The expected armory was right in front of them, but most of the hooks were empty, with only three pistols hanging lonely in the corner, like abandoned orphans.

"Oh well!"

Zhang Su made a helpless shrugging gesture and took down the three pistols with extreme reluctance. He examined them carefully and said: "Heckler & Koch USP, everyone knows the USP in Counter-Strike, right? This is it!"

"Holy cow, that's awesome, Big Brother!"

Zhao Dezhu was the only one among them who had a reaction, because the others had never played Counter-Strike at all.

"What's awesome about it? The effective killing distance is only seventy or eighty meters, not even as good as my crossbow..."

Zhang Su patted the crossbow hanging on his shoulder and gestured to the side: "Look at the structure of this rack, there were definitely automatic rifles and submachine guns before, what a pity."

"Be content, Big Brother, this is a pistol after all. Let me tell you, like someone like me who doesn't understand, the fear I feel seeing a pistol is definitely greater than a crossbow. In my eyes, a crossbow is just a toy, hehe, let me touch it."

Zhao Dezhu laughed very happily, drooling over the gun in Zhang Su's hand.

Zhang Su thought about it, and it was true. The reason he felt dissatisfied with the three pistols was mainly because he considered that the team had many people. If it were back when he was with Zheng Xin and Zhong Xiaoshan, that would be one for each, which would be quite powerful.

"This gun is well maintained."

Zhang Su took out the magazine with clumsy movements and found there were no bullets inside, so he handed the gun to Zhao Dezhu.

"Brother Su, how should these guns be distributed?" Lu Yubo asked the most critical question.

"First see how many bullets are left. We can make crossbow bolts ourselves, but we can't make bullets!"

After saying that, Zhang Su squatted down and opened a box at the bottom. Inside, boxes of. 40 Smith & Wesson were neatly arranged. A rough count showed at least five hundred rounds.

"The bullets are okay, they are the type with the least recoil among the bullets compatible with the USP, and the power is also good. Hmm? Look, there are some 5.56x45mm bullets left behind here that weren't taken away. There must have been fully automatic rifles before!"

Zhang Su stood up feeling a bit depressed and said: "Originally, my idea was to distribute them by head count if the quantity was sufficient. As a result, there are only three pistols, so they must be distributed according to need. For now, what is certain is that the sentry personnel must take turns carrying guns, and we'll talk about the rest later!"

Everyone had no objections to this proposal.

"Three guns, two crossbows, Big Brother, I'm afraid there aren't many survivor teams better than us!"

Zhao Dezhu returned the pistol to Zhang Su with reluctance, a proud smile rising on his face.

A pistol cannot be compared with a submachine gun or an automatic rifle, and it is weak against zombies, but in a country with extremely strict gun control, it is already a very deterrent existence.

When the vast majority of survivors can't even take out a decent weapon, being pointed at by pistols and crossbows basically means there's no chance of winning!

"Even with guns, we can't let our guard down. A lion uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit. Don't forget who you are just because you have a gun in your hand. There are plenty of cases of capsizing in the gutter!"

Zhang Su wasn't too excited, because the reality fell short of expectations.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 121 =====