The first thing retired gunsmith Lin Shen did when he woke up in the apocalypse was to pull out a 92G pistol from under his desk.
No bullets, no teammates, just a cold system prompt in my head:
[Ammunition is hard currency, so use it sparingly.
While others are surviving in the apocalypse, he is repairing guns in the wasteland.
A rusty pistol, twelve bullets, and a bloody path from the zombie's mouth.
When the survivor camp was fighting over a box of cans, Lin Shen silently assembled a Type 85 sniper rifle and aimed at the mutant 800 meters away.
In this world, firepower is justice.
And justice requires caliber to decide.
