"Samurai have catalogs for almost everything. Some are broader than others, while others focus almost entirely on a narrow area. It is often dangerous to enter the higher classes.

Still, there's a general rule of thumb: anything you can buy can be used in lower-grade human materials. The guns will use standard ammunition, and the machine can be plugged into a local wall outlet. It's very convenient. Ha. At higher levels, special ammo, power, and materials are required.

Still, everything is always packaged in an easy-to-use way.

The Protector makes the job of killing aliens fun and easy. ”

-- Excerpt from "Salama

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It didn't take long for everyone to get ready to go. Regardless of how you feel about your children, most of them adapt quickly when things happen. I asked the remaining adults and older teenagers like Mary and Lucy to think about how they had to take matters into their own hands and get everyone to act. At the same time, I walked out and into the hallway.

"God-man? Miaris? ”

Yes?

"I'm already thirty-seven, right?" I asked. "I needed something to protect myself and my children."

I get it. There are two ready-made solutions. Get yourself a powerful weapon; This will allow you to deal with a large number of enemies on your own. Acquire a batch of weaker weapons for your allies. You may be able to purchase six very simple kinetic pistols from the Tier I Kinetic Pistol catalog. Every alien killed with these weapons, even if not killed by your own hands, will give you a small amount of credits, and may even refund the weapon's points over time. There is always a middle ground, a combination of the two.

I looked around the entrance to the vault and saw this group of people. I wouldn't trust kittens with guns. But what about some of the elderly? The bald man was a bit cowardly, but I bet he would pull the trigger, and so did the female teacher.

"What cheap guns do you have?" I asked.

I can recommend Foxteeth Type D. Small, reliable, easy to aim and semi-automatic. Its magazine holds 15 rounds of 9x19 parabellum rounds. They are equipped with a box of ammunition. Five points per person.

"Okay," I said. "Cool, yes. Will they be able to get those things out? "I pointed to the corpse of the alien I shot deep in the hallway.

A well-aimed shot is ok. Most of the smaller opposing models are very fragile. They rely more on numbers than individual strength to overwhelm their opponents.

"Is there a problem with that?" I asked.

Once the antagonists have captured the area around the landing site, they begin to send troops in droves. Yes, this will be a problem. I recommend either getting equipment to fight a large number of enemies, or leaving the area.

"Damn. Well, I need a gun myself. I guess it's in, uh, twenty points. There is no point in saving anything if you have to choose between what will save me and what will not save me. You know? ”

For twenty points, I recommend using a trench maker. This is a heavy universal feeding pistol. You can load any standard ammunition between 5 and 12 mm. After scanning each round, the barrel and chamber unfold, allowing you to fire almost any type of standard small arms ammunition.

"It's a bit fancy," I said. It's not that I don't know anything about guns, really.

It is equipped with an aiming system, an additional incendiary armor-piercing magazine...... And a laser pointer!

I snorted. "Sell. Do you want to send a holster?

I'm afraid you'll need a Level I simple outfit to get a proper holster. The wonderful pistol does have a comprehensive safety mechanism.

"That's right, that's right, this ...... I'll talk about that later. Clothes are not a priority. I sniffed and put my hand under my nose. Looking into the vault, they seemed ready to go. "Okay, let's do it. Give me two Fox guns, and that trench machine. I said.

New Purchase: Foxteeth Model D

Points reduced to... 27

New Purchase: Foxteeth Model D

Points reduced to... 22

New Purchase: Trench Maker

Points reduced to... 7

Three boxes appeared at my feet. Two of them are relatively small, and the third is larger and may be a palm-and-a-half long. I opened one of the smaller boxes and stared at the gun inside.

Is that...... A gun. Square, and boxy, like a gun. I pulled it out of the box and twisted it this way and that. There is a switch on one side, marked as safe, and the other as a sight. I bounced the latter, and a pair of arms popped out from the top. A hologram with three small red circles appears in its center. I hold it up. It's lightweight and feels like it fits well with the quality of this thing.

Tap the aiming switch again to fold them up. "I think it's simple." I muttered as I pushed the gun back into the case.

The other gun is a work of art. The seven-inch-thick chrome barrel is as thick as my wrist, forming an angled grip with a guard that covers the user's entire hand. I carefully took the gun out of the box. It's heavy. It fits in my hand like it was meant to be there.

The gun is preloaded with 9x19 pa

abellum。

My glasses filled the loading screen, and then a small element appeared in my HUD, the outline of the gun's magazine, with a label next to each bullet. Wherever I point the trench, a hovering circle appears with the word "safe on" next to the reticle.

"Well, it's worth it," I said.

"Cats?" I turned around and saw Daniel rolling out of the room. "Are you alright?" He asked. Then his eyes fell on the gun in my hand, and on the two guns in front of me. "Oh shit, is that true?" He asked.

"What's true?" I immediately asked rhetorically.

"Well, you smuggle guns? Either you're a samurai. He grinned. It's amazing, you know. Except for the whole apocalyptic thing. It's okay to do without that. Hey, can I buy a copy? ”

"I'll give them to mature people," I said, tucking the trench machine into the back of my pants. The extra bullets in the box were put in the pocket. "It means anyone but you."

"You hurt me, cat," he said. "Uh...... Is Miss Cat now? Miss Cat? Cat Village?"

"Try the last one and I'll test my new toy on you," I growled. I'm performing, but I'm glad Daniel is still himself.

"You know I'm always willing to test toys, but, ah, maybe I'll give up on those."

"Come on, stupid," I said with a grin. I put two fox tooth guns on his legs. "Can you help me distribute these to useful people."