novelraw Chapter 10: Firearms—Colt M1911A1
Chapter 10: Firearms—Colt M1911A1
"Deal!" the man's voice rang out.
But before Yu Yuan could feel relieved, a hand reached out from the doorway, pointing at his feet: "But I need that!"
What?
Yu Yuan paused slightly, took half a step back, lowered his gaze, and glanced at his feet.
Only then did he notice that the cloth cross-body bag on his chest had been torn open at some point, creating a small gap.
Two packets of Weiwei soy milk powder had fallen to the ground.
"It must have been torn open by that vertical slash earlier!" Yu Yuan realized.
But the other party's demand surprised him. While soy milk powder was decent with high nutritional value, why would the other person specifically request this item?
Until his gaze stopped at the other person's wrist.
"Pink hair tie..." Yu Yuan seemed to understand something."Fine, deal, but I can only give you ten packets of soy milk powder. I need it too."
After two seconds of silence, the man nodded slightly.
"Alright!"
The transaction was complete.
Yu Yuan carefully placed ten packets of soy milk powder on the ground.
"You clear the way. Once I'm gone, all this is yours."
The other party nodded slightly, retreating backward while keeping their body hidden.
Yu Yuan also tilted his hand crossbow downward—maintaining the ability to counterattack without making the other party feel threatened.
The two moved one after another, and within seconds, Yu Yuan had left the stairwell passage. The apartment entrance was not far away, while the other person hid behind a wall.
"What a pity, too cautious. No chance to take him out," Yu Yuan sighed inwardly.
Seeing the other's vigilant eyes, Yu Yuan nodded slightly, turned off his flashlight, and the building plunged into darkness once more.
As darkness fell, Yu Yuan transformed into an arrow released from its bow, bursting out of Wutong Apartments and merging into the dark shadows of the street.
Although carrying two backpacks and with the street pitch black,
under the effect of his Dim Light Vision, Yu Yuan moved as if on autopilot, always dodging obstacles at the last moment.
But after running just a few dozen meters, Yu Yuan suddenly stopped, shrinking behind a trash can and remaining completely still.
His ears acted like radar, catching every sound, while his hand crossbow remained ready to fire at any moment.
Several screams came from behind, continuing for over a minute before finally quieting down.
Not daring to linger, he immediately moved toward the Dental Clinic, occasionally hearing gunshots in the distance that vanished as quickly as they appeared.
The return journey was relatively smooth.
Just as he opened the manhole cover, with thunder rumbling in the sky, a raindrop fell on his arm, making him frown slightly.
But he couldn't worry about anything else, immediately diving into the sewer and closing the manhole cover.
Hiding in the shadows five meters away, he waited five minutes to confirm no one was following him, then finally put away his hand crossbow and headed toward his shelter.
The areas where rainwater had touched his skin stung slightly. Turning on his flashlight, he saw his skin had turned slightly red.
"It really is acid rain. This environment is truly harsh," he frowned slightly.
Fortunately, he returned in time and only got a little rain, so it wasn't a big problem, but he definitely needed to disinfect when he got back.
He still checked the warning traps set around his shelter and found no issues.
Yu Yuan pushed open the wooden door of his shelter. As he set down his backpacks, he lit a windproof candle, illuminating the shelter.
Only when he collapsed on the ground did he realize his muscles were aching all over.
The earlier battle of wits, the fighting, plus the intense alertness during his fully-loaded retreat—for a modern person newly arrived in the wasteland, this was truly high-intensity exercise, and his spirit was already exhausted.
But looking at the supplies on the ground and the two full backpacks, Yu Yuan felt it was all worth it.
He opened the virtual screen.
The moment he successfully escaped Wutong Apartments, a notification had sounded in his ears, but he hadn't had time to check it then.
He was curious about what the notification was—had his ranking improved again?
He wondered inwardly.
When he saw the information on the screen, a light shone in Yu Yuan's eyes...
[Detected that player successfully negotiated, completed a negotiation, resolved crisis, and safely withdrew]
[Comprehended Excellent-level skill—Persuasion, reward 200 survival points]
"It can work like this!" Yu Yuan found it somewhat unbelievable.
Sure enough, in the Skills section of the [Combat] page, besides the Ordinary-level Lock Picking skill, there was now a new skill.
—Persuasion (Excellent)
Skill Effect (Passive): When negotiating, bargaining, or communicating with others, easier to detect psychological changes and verbal loopholes in opponents. Probability of opponent accepting your viewpoint increases by 30%.
Yu Yuan suddenly sat up straight.
"So that's how it is!"
In the wasteland game world, combat methods weren't limited to simple fighting and killing—they included psychological games, verbal deception, information asymmetry, intelligence manipulation. Anything you could think of, you could do.
The possibilities were enormous, but correspondingly, the survival difficulty skyrocketed.
As the saying goes—the hardest thing to predict is human nature.
"Every step I take from now on needs to be even more careful!"
Comprehending a new skill, especially a passive one, plus receiving a 200 survival point reward, put Yu Yuan in excellent spirits.
He removed all the items he had listed on Taotao Hole from the market.
He placed the mattress directly on the ground and threw the bedding on it—at least he had a place to rest now.
But his body was covered in bloodstains and dirt. Having only entered the wasteland game this afternoon, he already looked like a homeless man.
Forcing himself to stay alert, he began organizing today's gains.
Yu Yuan also saw the bullet hole that had appeared on his backpack. The adjustable wrench in the backpack had a bullet dent, along with a mushroomed bullet.
This made him feel a surge of retrospective fear.
It was really too dangerous! You could say the adjustable wrench saved his life. Although behind the wrench were the hand-crank radio with light and the vehicle emergency kit, these two items blocking a bullet would be pure fantasy—at most they could provide some cushioning.
The most valuable items among his supplies were only the hand-crank radio with light, the vehicle emergency kit, cigarettes, and Biao Ge's handgun.
But what interested him most was undoubtedly that handgun.
The virtual screen displayed information about the handgun.
Colt M1911A1
Type: Handgun
Firing Mode: Single shot
Effective Range: 50 meters
Ammunition Caliber: .45 ACP
Magazine Capacity: 7 rounds
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The Colt M1911A1 is one of the classic firearms, featuring prominently in many films, TV shows, and games. As a hardcore search-and-shoot player, Yu Yuan was naturally very familiar with it.
He inspected the magazine and chamber.
The result: only one bullet remained, already in the chamber.
After unloading it, he searched his pockets for the items he had taken from Biao Ge's body, including a small bag of .45 ACP bullets—not many, only 5 rounds.
He loaded these 5 bullets plus the 1 previously unloaded bullet into the magazine.
Looking at the weapon in his hand, Yu Yuan's eyes filled with delight.
Firearms are a man's romance, especially in a wasteland world like this. Only with a gun do you have a sense of security!
But smelling the gunpowder residue on the firearm and seeing the grime in its crevices, Yu Yuan frowned slightly.
When he had the chance, he needed to find specialized gun oil and cleaning lubricant to clean and maintain the gun.
Otherwise, if it jammed at a critical moment during combat, that would be ridiculous!
Placing the handgun aside, he turned his attention to the remaining supplies.