Apocalypse: Reborn with a Soul Sync Farming Space System-Chapter 25 Buying Firearms (1)

Laurel glanced at the floating screen in front of her and clicked her tongue.

"System, don’t rush me," she muttered.

It didn’t reply, of course, it didn’t. Laurel sighed and turned the volume of the music down. The black card was still sitting beside her on the passenger seat like a little blessing from heaven.

She smiled faintly. "Grandma Wayne really doesn’t know what she just did."

Ling Xuan scoffed inside her head. "That old woman gave you money and power. She knows exactly what she did."

"She probably thinks she’s saving her grandson’s marriage," Laurel replied.

"I don’t care about what she thinks," Ling Xuan said coldly. "All I care about are those firearms."

"Hmm... we will get them." She muttered. Laurel felt Ling Xuan was too hard, and didn’t seem to have the normal compassion for other people.

Her eyes stayed on the road as she drove through the city. The streets were still crowded, people still laughing, talking, walking around like nothing bad would ever happen.

She stared at a couple holding hands by the roadside, smiling like the world was theirs. "Enjoy it," Laurel whispered. "Enjoy it while you can."

She took a deep breath and turned onto a different street.

This was the part of Luxebridge city where the rich didn’t come often. The roads weren’t bad, but the buildings were older, the shops were smaller, and people’s eyes weren’t filled with arrogance.

If she wanted firearms, this was the only kind of place to find them quietly.

She stopped at a corner and parked her car. The moment she stepped out, she adjusted her glasses and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Try not to look suspicious," Laurel muttered to herself.

"You are suspicious," Ling Xuan replied. "You look too soft with a rich girl’s face. Let me handle it from here."

Laurel almost rolled her eyes. "I can handle it."

She walked into a small store that looked like it sold tools and hunting supplies. The signboard was rusty, and the doorbell made a weak sound when she entered.

A man behind the counter lifted his head. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes were sharp like he could read people. His face was tattooed over, his arms were also covered in black and green tattoos.

"What do you want?" the man asked.

Laurel smiled politely. "I want... hunting tools."

The man stared at her face for two seconds too long. Then his gaze dropped to her clothes, then to her expensive shoes.

"Wrong place, miss," he said calmly.

Laurel leaned closer and lowered her voice. "I’m not here to waste time. I’m here to buy in bulk." But she couldn’t control her shaky voice.

The man’s eyes narrowed. "I said, wrong place."

"Ling Xuan, you are up," Laurel said with a sigh, her little heart couldn’t take the brutal gaze of the man. It almost felt like she was about to pee herself. After all, in the apocalypse she was always shielded as the healer.

Her body went stiff, and her head lowered as if her body had suddenly lost power. Then her head jerked up again. Her innocent eyes turned so cold and stern, she rolled her head, as if stretching her neck.

Ling Xuan glared at the man from under her lashes, and the air suddenly felt colder as if someone had opened the door to Antarctica.

"I won’t repeat myself." Ling Xuan said, her voice commanding so much fear that the man felt fear trickling down his spine.

The man blinked in surprise. His body suddenly straightened as if in a fight or flight mode, his eyes narrowed faintly. He recognised the aura, and it was not even something every mafia could achieve, as it came from years of training and brutality. He knew he couldn’t afford to offend her, so he placed the cigarette down slowly. "Follow me."

He walked out from behind the counter and opened a door behind the shop. Ling Xuan followed him into a storage area.

The man pointed at a shelf. "What type?"

Ling Xuan’s gaze swept through it and her heart tightened. There were handguns, hunting rifles, boxes of bullets, knives, and even tactical bags.

This... was exactly what she needed, but she didn’t let her excitement show.

"I want everything," Ling Xuan said calmly.

The man raised a brow. "Everything?" waving at the huge storage basement.

Ling Xuan paused for a second. "Yes."

"And you know how to use it?" he asked bluntly.

Ling Xuan smiled faintly. "I can test them on you."

The man’s expression fell. "I’ll calculate everything, right now. Give me a moment."

Ling Xuan scanned the shelves, and a bow caught her gaze. She approached it, her fingers tracing the intricate design on the bow. The bow looked old, but the aura on it was something she could not ignore.

She removed it from the shelf.

"Don’t touch it." Another man rushed towards her from behind.

But before he could touch her, Ling Xuan swiftly grabbed the bow and an arrow, her eyes narrowed slightly as if the world slowed down for her, and before the blink of an eye, she released it.

Something whooshed past the man’s ears, landing on the shelf close to the entrance of the basement.

The man’s trembling finger touched his cheeks, only to find blood on them. The arrow had grazed his skin. He looked ahead with a baffled look, and all he saw was a rich girl with a fierce look, her aura so terrifying that he unknowingly swallowed.

"Next time, you wouldn’t be so lucky." Ling Xuan warned coldly.

The man nodded. The other man came down only to find an arrow in the shelf close to the entrance, his eyes flicked to Ling Xuan, and his man.

"Ugo, what is going on?" He asked, the air plummeting to a thicker tension.

Ugo held his cheeks. "This bitch touched the bow, and I tried to tell her she couldn’t touch it because it is not for sale, and she shot an arrow at me, Boss Enzo." Ugo removed his hand from his cheeks, letting the blood drip down his cheek, his eyes burning with anger.

Enzo’s calculating eyes narrowed slightly. He stared at the arrow lodged in the shelf, before slowly looking back at Ling Xuan.

For a second, the basement was so quiet that even Ugo’s breathing sounded loud.

"You’ve got skills, but don’t test them on my people," Enzo said calmly. "And the bow isn’t part of the normal stock..."

Before Enzo could finish his words, Ling Xuan moved swiftly, punching Ugo in the mouth so hard that he crashed to the ground.

"Tell your people to watch their tongue." Ling Xuan’s eyes sharpened dangerously.