SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 40 - Childrens Rifle_1

Chapter 40: Chapter 40 Children’s Rifle_1

Chapter 40 -40 Children’s Rifle_1

A pile of metal parts of various sizes rapidly assembled in Li Ming’s hands, turning into a somewhat compact black rifle.

Then, Li Ming, holding the gun, said somewhat helplessly, “I only brought some local specialties from the Americas…”

Well, talk about Teammate stockpiling food while you’re stockpiling guns, huh?

Colin looked at the gun in his hand, fell silent for a few seconds, then passed over the family pack Snickers he was holding and said, in a low voice,

“If I remember correctly, you went abroad for further studies after college, self-funded, wasn’t it? At what’s-its-name Bashinama Pineapple University in civil engineering?”

Li Ming wasn’t surprised that the captain knew about his background and continued the conversation, “San Polo University. I got into some trouble and just got out.”

Colin didn’t know much about that university, but he had heard of some of the industries in that region. However, he didn’t give it much thought and reached out his hand:

“This gun, let me have a look at it…”

Li Ming nodded and passed the firearm over. He didn’t feel threatened by the idea of his captain taking his weapon.

After all, before his head got chopped off, he saw his boss actually Flash!

And he Flashed twice!

That ability was something only legendary superpower users were supposed to have. If he had any ill intentions toward him, he wouldn’t need a gun at all.

While Colin was weighing and handling the gun, Li Ming took the initiative to introduce its specifications to the captain. It was a modified AR15, about 78 centimeters in length, weighing only two kilograms. Moreover, it had an imposing name in its place of origin – the Child Assault Rifle.

As he spoke, Li Ming pointed at a mark on the side of the gun, a cartoon image of a skull with a pacifier in its mouth, beside which was a short phrase in English.

Translated, it roughly meant: Shoot like Mom and Dad to give kids more confidence.

Colin couldn’t help but remark on the unvarnished local customs from across the Ocean, cultivated from a young age.

“Aside from the gun, I only brought a dagger and the rest are bullets, over two hundred rounds, so I didn’t bring any food…”

Li Ming scratched his head with his left hand, saying awkwardly, “I thought there would be some basic food supplies here…”

“Heh.”

Colin, holding the gun, didn’t know how to respond, but suddenly felt that his earlier decision to prioritize Li Ming’s moral standing might have been a bit premature.

He held the gun and couldn’t help asking, “You studied civil engineering, how come you seem quite good with guns?”

The speed at which the other party had assembled the parts into a firearm was certainly not slow, and it didn’t look like a last-minute cramming job.

“When we were in class, the employee guidance counselor took us to the shooting range in the first week and told us that in this place, before civil engineering students go to the construction site to sling concrete, you need to know how to sling lead, otherwise, not to mention slinging concrete, even the shovels used for it would be stolen…”

Who the hell would steal a shovel for slinging concrete?

Colin really wanted to mock the ridiculousness of someone doing such a thing, but then he considered where Li Ming was geographically and suddenly thought there might be some reason amidst the absurdity.

Shaking his head, Colin didn’t dwell on it: “I didn’t bring much food either, so ration that Snickers bar.

“Additionally, stay here until I get back, stay inside the church and don’t move about at will.

“Especially at night. Nighttime here is very dangerous…

“Having a gun isn’t much use.”

Speaking of which, Colin recalled his own experience of traveling at night on his first day here, feeling that there was something dangerous in the darkness.

But ‘luckily’, he had stayed within the range of the flames all night, so he didn’t encounter too much danger.

But now, he might not be so lucky…

After repeating a simple set of instructions and satisfying himself with two more shots, Colin returned the gun to Li Ming, then closed the church’s large door and started to head towards the location of the second employee.

If not for the employees’ limited stamina and their ability to only sense the “Bonfire Sacrificial Sites”, without being able to pinpoint the positions of others like him, Colin felt it might have been better to send these employees instead.

But now, he had to do everything himself.

An hour later, he exited the silent forest, and some more typical vegetation began to appear around him.

The atmosphere of death gradually faded away.

As Colin moved along, he didn’t see any large animals, but he occasionally spotted some birds skimming low over the wilderness.

Besides that, he casually caught some beetle-like insects during his journey, storing them in his spatial pouch.

Because, through the “Analytical Lens,” he roughly knew that these insects should be edible—if one were to remove their heads, their protein content might even be higher than beef.

Of course, such good things, he would reserve for his employees.

Colin himself definitely wasn’t willing to eat them.

“There are actually earthworms in this place? And such a big one?”

Colin was surprised for a moment, then picked it up and stored it in his spatial pouch, planning to see if he could cook up some wild vegetables with the insects to make a soup—to avoid Li Ming coming to ask him for food again next time.

After all, if he didn’t find an additional food source in the next seven days, he wouldn’t have much surplus in his pockets either.

While diligently collecting some food that looked edible, and continuing on his way, a few hours later, Colin paused in his tracks.

“It’s the stench of humans.”

He sniffed the air, squinting towards the front; more precisely, he smelled the scent of human excrement and some faint traces of blood.

In front of him, not far away, there began a sparsely wooded forest.

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“Seems like there are quite a few people, at least a hundred, and they left a while ago, perhaps half a day?”

Colin silently analyzed the scents that ordinary people couldn’t detect in the air.

The signal from the second employee was cut off somewhere nearby…

“Thinking positively, maybe they just died,” Colin thought.

Following the direction of these scents, he continued on his way and after entering the area, saw even more signs of human activity.

Footprints, bloodstains, excrement, pieces of torn fabric, skeletons, and so on…

“Should be close now.”

Colin quickened his pace, and after a period of tracking, he came upon a large group… refugees?

In the dead forest a few hundred meters from him, there was a group of people, some sitting, some lying down, clothed in rags, thin as skeletons.

At a rough glance, their numbers seemed to be over five hundred.

Aside from the extras requested by the Human Patchwork Monster, this was the first time Colin had seen so many living people in this world.

After thinking for a moment, he continued to approach the refugees and walked into their midst.

Pungent sweat, fresh excrement, blood, and some glue-like substances… an assortment of abominably foul odors all rushed at him at once.

Colin’s expression twisted for a moment.

The sensory enhancement brought by “Beast Transformation Syndrome” was useful, indeed.

But sometimes, it was truly unbearable, and he still couldn’t voluntarily weaken it.

As for the arrival of Colin, other than casting him a wary glance, the people showed no other particular reaction. They continued to lie in various places, half-dead, and under their tattered clothes, bodies so thin that every rib was clearly visible.

Yet many of these frail bodies had hugely swollen bellies.

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A friend shared this, but I forgot where it was from, so I switched to a Snickers.