Chapter 19 Cold Weapons and Heavy Crossbows! The Ultimate Weapons for Self-Defense in the Apocalypse

"Good stuff?"

Huo Yuan took the cigarette from his mouth, raised an eyebrow, and a flash of bloodthirsty light flickered in the depths of his eyes.

"Are you talking about those lumps of iron that can make people shut up?"

"That's right."

Lin Xingwan's gaze was cold.

"In the early stages of The Apocalypse, order collapses, and human hearts are more evil than ghosts."

"Firearms make too much noise and easily attract unnecessary trouble and the attention of the authorities."

"Before the rules completely disappear, cold weapons are the most durable and reliable tools for self-defense."

She took out her car keys and dangled them in front of Huo Yuan.

"Boss Huo, are you interested in accompanying me to procure some 'table knives' and 'toothpicks'?"

Huo Yuan let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating.

"More than happy to."

Half an hour later.

Lin Xingwan's SUV pulled up in front of a highly concealed forging factory located on the edge of the provincial capital.

The factory gate was dilapidated, hanging a rusty sign that read "Old Wang Hardware."

But the air was filled with the smell of steel and coal ash.

"This is it?" Huo Yuan looked at the dilapidated factory building, feeling somewhat skeptical.

"Don't underestimate this shop."

Lin Xingwan pushed the door open and got out of the car.

"The owner is a hereditary Longquan sword smith, and his craft has been passed down for eighteen generations."

"Eight out of ten of the sharpest machetes in the hands of the underworld bosses on the market come from him."

The two walked into the factory.

The clanging sounds of metalworking were incessant.

A burly, bald man with a bare chest and bulging muscles was swinging a sledgehammer, smashing it fiercely against a red-hot iron blank.

Sparks flew everywhere.

"Master Wang, I have a big business deal."

Lin Xingwan went straight to the point.

Master Wang put down the hammer and picked up a towel from the side to wipe off his sweat.

"Miss Lin? A rare guest."

He asked in a muffled voice, "What would you like this time? Kitchen knives or fruit knives?"

"Neither."

Lin Xingwan slapped a list onto the table covered in iron filings.

"One hundred high-carbon steel forged machetes."

"One hundred Tang-style horizontal swords."

"One hundred triangular military bayonets."

She paused, raised her eyes, her gaze sharp.

"All must be hand-sharpened with blood grooves, spare no cost, and deliver within three days."

Master Wang's pupils contracted sharply.

This wasn't buying knives; this was clearly enough to arm a reinforced company!

"Miss Lin, this..."

"A one-million deposit, and another two million after the job is done."

Lin - Money Power - Xingwan once again unleashed her simple and brutal ultimate move.

Master Wang's breathing instantly became heavy.

He looked at the bearer bank card on the table and swallowed hard.

"Done!"

"Even if I don't sleep for three days and three nights, I will get this batch of goods ready for you!"

With the knives settled.

Lin Xingwan's next target was ranged cold weapons.

In The Apocalypse, taking out enemies from a distance without making a sound is an extremely important survival skill.

She drove and brought Huo Yuan to the largest professional outdoor sports club in the city center.

The club owner was a retired archer and was somewhat acquainted with Lin Xingwan.

"Yo, Miss Lin, how do you have time to come play at my place today?"

The owner handed her a cup of coffee.

"Want to try archery or shooting?"

"I'm buying things."

Lin Xingwan walked straight to the weapon wall.

"I want as many of the most powerful compound heavy crossbows you have here."

The owner was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Miss Lin, this thing isn't a toy. What we sell here are professional hunting crossbows capable of piercing wild boar hide."

"I want the ones that can pierce wild boar hide."

Lin Xingwan took a cool-looking, pitch-black compound heavy crossbow from the wall.

It was heavy in her hand, full of cold mechanical beauty.

"This 'Black Mamba' model is your shop's treasure, right?"

"Three hundred pounds of draw weight, an effective range of one hundred twenty meters, and it can easily penetrate a three-centimeter-thick pine board."

The owner was shocked.

"An expert! Miss Lin understands this too?"

"A little."

Lin Xingwan raised the heavy crossbow and skillfully loaded a precision steel carbon fiber crossbow bolt.

She turned sideways and aimed at a target fifty meters away in the adjacent shooting range.

"Hum—!"

The bowstring vibrated, letting out a dull, low roar.

The black crossbow bolt turned into an afterimage and instantly vanished from its spot.

The next second.

"Bang!"

The center of the target in the distance, the red bullseye, was pierced through by the bolt!

The powerful kinetic energy even caused the target to shake violently, and half of the bolt shaft was buried into the sound-absorbing wall behind it!

The entire club was silent.

Everyone stared at Lin Xingwan in stunned silence.

Huo Yuan stood behind her, and in his deep, wolf-like eyes, an increasingly intense light flickered.

How many more surprises did this woman have that he didn't know about?

"This crossbow, along with all the spare bolts, bowstrings, and scopes in your warehouse."

Lin Xingwan put down the heavy crossbow, her tone calm.

"I want it all."

The owner recovered from his shock, looked at the bottomless hole in the wall, and gasped.

"You... you want it all?"

"That's right."

Lin Xingwan finished swiping her card and tossed the hundreds of thousands bill into her bag.

"Find a few vehicles and deliver them to West Suburb No. 9 Logistics Park for me."

"Remember, pack it well. Don't let people see what it is."

After getting all this done.

Knives, she had them.

Crossbows, she had those too.

Lin Xingwan's apocalypse arsenal was already taking shape.

She stretched contentedly and was just about to invite Huo Yuan to grab something to eat.

The phone placed on the table next to her suddenly started vibrating wildly, like it had gone crazy.

On the screen, a name that made her feel physically nauseous was flashing recklessly.

Gu Zichen.