stjorthotic Chapter 66 Electric Shock Baton
Chapter 66 Electric Shock Baton
The red Kia came to a steady stop in front of the iron gate. Jerome was the first to open the car door and couldn't help but cheer, "Finally found a place! Those bastards and this lousy road have shaken my bones to pieces!"
Although the factory buildings were somewhat dilapidated, everyone felt a sense of grounded security.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; the tension they had felt while being chased by coyotes finally eased.
Before Lin Ximeng could speak, the group tacitly found a relatively dry wall, unbuckled their belts, and released the water from their bodies. The splashing sound was particularly clear in the empty factory.
Marcus's hands were tied, and he could only awkwardly lean against the wall, muttering softly.
Jerome fastened his pants, recalling the close call, and looked at Simon Lin with admiration: "Buddy, those blows you took at the coyote were really accurate and powerful. I've watched veterans train in the army, and they might not be as effective as you. Did you learn that somewhere before?"
Lin Ximeng's lips curled into a smirk, his tone nonchalant: "Street stick fighting, self-taught."
Jeremy was also full of admiration: "Mr. Horus, thanks to your blow, otherwise I'm afraid a piece of my face would have been bitten off by the wolf."
As he spoke, he touched his cheek, his eyes filled with lingering fear.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Jeremy felt a chill inexplicably on the back of his neck.
Jeremy turned around stiffly and, sure enough, saw Marcus staring at him fiercely.
Jeremy's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shut his mouth, not daring to breathe.
After Simon and Jerome finished, they turned and walked into the factory. Jeremy quickly lifted his foot to follow, but his toes were suddenly stepped on hard.
He gasped in pain and saw Marcus grinding his foot with the sole of his shoe, his gaze unfriendly.
"What are you doing?" Marcus asked in a low voice, his tone full of threat, deliberately making sure the two people in the distance couldn't hear him.
Jeremy was in so much pain that his face turned pale, but he dared not make a sound and could only vaguely beg for mercy.
Marcus only slowly released his grip after confirming that Simon and Lin were far away. He grabbed Lin's collar and warned through gritted teeth, "Don't forget who you are! You're a member of the Black Penguin group. You have to be loyal to the group. Don't forget who gave you your ration every day so you wouldn't starve!"
After everyone had finished using the restroom, Lin Ximeng led them to explore the factory.
The factory area was in a state of disarray, with rusted conveyor belts hanging in mid-air and the ground covered with dusty metal scraps.
As the group explored room by room, they found scattered curved metal protective plates, semi-finished stun baton shells, and various semi-finished accessories in an abandoned workshop.
Jerome picked up a piece of protective gear and weighed it in his hand, his eyes shining: "This thing is a component of safety gear. I've seen similar things in the army."
Lin Ximeng nodded and said, "Judging from these parts and machinery, this used to be a security equipment manufacturing plant."
Then, Lin Ximeng found a half-open iron door in the corner.
When he pushed the door open, it made a creaking sound, revealing that it was a warehouse.
The warehouse was filled with several boxes of discarded parts, and three blast shields stood against the wall in the corner, covered in so much dust that they looked like unearthed artifacts.
Lin Ximeng stepped forward and brushed away the dust, discovering that one side was severely damaged and unusable, while the other two sides, though somewhat damaged, still looked usable.
With that, Simon picked up one of the paddles and handed the other to Jerome, "Take this, for self-defense."
"How does it compare to what you used in the army?" Simon Lin asked again.
Jerome took the shield with both hands, weighed it in his hand to assess its thickness, examined the scratches and dents along the edges, and said:
"Compared to the best I've ever used, it's definitely far inferior. The real military-grade model has a high level of protection and is also lightweight."
However, the batch from basic training was far superior; those broken shields couldn't even withstand rubber batons, but this thing is at least sturdy enough.
Lin Simon raised an eyebrow, twirling the shield in his hand, and casually asked, "So, this thing's worth a lot of money?"
Jerome chuckled:
"You know, our military is the kind of place where even a coffee cup can be reimbursed for a thousand dollars."
I don't think this shield is worth the price, but in terms of practicality, it's far superior to those ridiculously overpriced, broken shields in the military.
Jerome waved his hand and added:
"These are more than enough to deal with that pack of crazy coyotes, and at least enough to stop their attacks."
Simon Lin had obviously heard about these outrageous news stories, but today was not a good time to enumerate the crimes of American soldiers.
I'm still waiting to grab hamburger bread and patties, so getting some weapons is the most important thing.
The group continued exploring the east side of the factory.
Passing through the rusty assembly line, a warehouse larger than before came into view.
Lin Ximeng walked into the warehouse and found several rows of black rod-shaped objects scattered on the ground.
Jerome picked one up, wiped off the dust, examined it for a while, and then his eyes lit up: "These are stun batons! There are more than ten of them, and most of the outer shells are not deformed; they are well preserved."
Marcus couldn't resist joining in, kicking the stick with his toe: "This thing can shock people?"
But the next moment, Jerome removed the cover at the end of the stick, his face fell instantly, and his tone was full of regret: "What a disappointment. The battery module wasn't even installed. It's empty inside. It can only be used as a regular stick. The electric shock function is useless."
He checked several sticks repeatedly, but the result was the same. He couldn't help but complain, "If we could use electric shocks to deal with those crazy coyotes, it would be much more effective than sticks."
"Perhaps there are matching parts around here," Lin Ximeng said, his gaze sweeping across the corner of the warehouse before suddenly settling on a rusty iron door.
The iron gate was secured with a rusty padlock, and a narrow gap had been forced open on both sides.
Lin Ximeng walked over and, through the gap, could see that it was a small warehouse inside, with several rectangular objects neatly stacked on the shelves, gleaming with a metallic luster.
He gestured to Jerome, "Come and take a look at this."
Jerome leaned closer, peering through the gap, then slapped his thigh: "Yes, these are it. They're all battery modules for stun batons! The size and connectors match perfectly. Once they're installed, these batons will be ready to use!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a pale white bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sky, instantly illuminating the entire warehouse. Then, a muffled rumble of thunder shook the roof, causing dust to fall in a flurry.
Jeremy jumped in fright at the thunder, instinctively looking out the window. He then let out a short scream, pointing at the rain and stammering, "Th-what are those? Were they the coyotes from earlier?!"
Lin Ximeng immediately looked up. The rain was pouring down, and it was pitch black outside the window. He could only see more than twenty red dots drifting a few hundred meters ahead.
After a moment of observation, Lin Ximeng was certain that these red dots were indeed a dozen or so pairs of scarlet eyes.
Then, another bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the sky and allowing Lin Ximeng to see the true nature of the red dot:
It was that pack of crazed coyotes that had tracked them all the way to the factory gate, circling the factory buildings, their low growls mingling with the sound of rain.