Chapter 335: South Park Arc (Part 2)
Chapter 335: South Park Arc (Part 2)
Feng Bu Jue barreled down the mountain at full speed. After running for over a minute, he could no longer hear gunfire behind him. He promptly deactivated his [spirit sense body technique]. At this point, his vitality value still stood at 62%—relatively safe.
South Park was a typical American rural settlement. No skyscrapers pierced the sky here, no traffic jams choked the streets, and the air remained refreshingly clean.
Though small, the town was fully equipped with all necessary facilities. Churches, city hall, post offices, schools, shopping malls—the settlement had everything.
As Feng Bu Jue entered the town, a system prompt rang out:
[Current task completed, main quest updated]
The newly appeared task read: [Search the settlement and prepare before the "Great Disaster" begins.]
"Heh... 'Prepare'..." Feng Bu Jue snorted sarcastically. Honestly, he had no idea how to prepare. The nature of this "Great Disaster" was simply too absurd to strategize against.
"Better grab some heavy weaponry first", he decided, resolving to raid the gun shop.
South Park had only one gun shop, co-owned by Jimbo and Ned—Vietnam War veterans, lifelong bachelors, and business partners. They frequently went hunting together and even hosted a hunting-themed TV show. I know what you're thinking—"They must've shared some 'special' shower moments during service!" But probably not...
Using ten points of his usual calm and polite demeanor, Feng Bu Jue asked a passerby for directions. The man casually pointed him to the gun shop.
Five minutes later, Feng Bu Jue stood before the street-front store. The single-story building featured brown brick walls with a roof extending slightly beyond the perimeter. The front had no windows, just a double glass door with metal frames and frosted panels. White paint on each door read Jimbos Guns. Above the entrance, a bright yellow-on-black sign repeated the same text.
To the left of the door hung an advertisement—black background with yellow text proclaiming, "Buy, Sell, Trade, or Ship." To the right, a wooden ammunition crate and a large wagon wheel stood as rustic accessories.
When Feng Bu Jue tried the door, the "Closed" sign faced outward. After confirming it was locked, he used a pipe wrench to smash the glass, then reached inside to unlock it.
He dared this brazen move because he knew Jimbo and Ned weren't inside. If he'd been wrong, he'd never have risked it.
No alarms blared—a fact Feng Bu Jue anticipated (reasons for this will soon become clear).
Stepping inside, he saw two mounted rabbit trophies—head and tail—above which hung signs. Under the rabbit head, a yellow warning sign bore a black handgun graphic with red text: "Ammunition ain't cheap, so we won't be firing warning shots."
Under the rabbit tail, a white sign featured a yellow smiley face with black outlines and read: "Unload your firearms, remove your ski masks. Thank you!"
If those signs weren't clear enough, more awaited...
Neat display cases lined the walls, filled mostly with rifles and mountain-hunting essentials like ski jackets. Feng Bu Jue grabbed a dark blue-green jacket and slipped it on.
At the counter, waist-high glass cases displayed three tiers of handguns. Behind the counter, shelves held ammunition boxes and a showcase of weapons: G3 automatic rifle (no attachments), Spas-12 shotgun (no attachments), M40A3 sniper rifle, M733 Commando submachine gun (with grenade launcher), and the classic Colt M1873 revolver.
These weapons sat directly behind the cash register—easily accessible to the shopkeeper (Jimbo), who could spin around and grab one instantly.
Two warning signs hung prominently above. The white sign with bold black-and-red text read: "Trespassers will be shot. Survivors will be shot again."
The black sign below featured a white handgun logo with contrasting red-and-white text: "We're protected by the Second Amendment."
To the right of the counter, a grid window framed a wall adorned with a headless, bleeding snake corpse. Nearby, a circular display pinned two severed rabbit ears. Beneath them, an orange sign with black-and-red text warned: "Criminals! Can you run 850 feet per second? If not, better have a bulletproof head."
Left of the counter, a U.S. map hung marked only with green highlighter—not for geography, but showing states where "stand your ground" laws permitted lethal force against intruders. Four states encouraged shooting; nine others were red-crossed out for advising against it.
Beside the map, a side entrance marked "Ned's Private Entrance" bore two slogans: "We see no point calling cops" and "Beware the dogs."
Feng Bu Jue practically sweated bullets while looting. Every five seconds, he glanced nervously at the entrances, fearing Jimbo and Ned's return—those trigger-happy veterans wouldn't hesitate to open fire.
But nothing happened...
While South Park's residents could do absurd things (like eating with their butts or defecating orally), their combat abilities generally matched normal humans. Jimbo and Ned couldn't possibly return so quickly.
Five minutes later, Feng Bu Jue's satchel bulged with heavy weapons, his coat pockets stuffed with handguns and ammo. He left immediately to avoid complications.
Seeing the scenario's 80% completion reward (double the previous 40% bonus) tempted him. Discarding thoughts of risking death to test summoning skills, he focused entirely on surviving the scenario.
Currently, summoning Mushiro Koganei wasn't an option. Once the "Great Disaster" struck, death would lurk everywhere.
That's just Feng Bu Jue's nature—charging ahead whether circumstances are easy or deadly. Even as he complained about the game's inhuman difficulty, he reveled in conquering it.
Next stop: the hospital.
After securing ample ammunition, his next priority was medical supplies. Even wealthy players wouldn't ignore free scenario resources—Feng Bu Jue especially.
Before leaving, he grabbed a settlement map from near the door, confirmed the hospital location, and departed.
Avoiding unnecessary risks, he walked instead of stealing a car (South Park's taxis were scarce). The small town's walkable size made this easy. Large weapons stayed hidden in his satchel, making him appear unremarkable.
The streets remained relatively empty—sprinting would've drawn attention, so he power-walked. Suddenly, movement caught his peripheral vision...
A storefront window displayed Tvs broadcasting breaking news. Armed soldiers poured from military helicopters and armored vehicles, surrounding Peruvian pan flute bands.
Soldiers in full hazmat suits collected the bands' instruments and Cds with metal tongs, treating them as biohazardous material.
Feng Bu Jue leaned closer to hear:
"Government operations to neutralize the Peruvian pan flute band crisis have entered Day Three. All major city bands have been disbanded and quarantined, though some remain at large. Homeland Security urges..."
The broadcast cut to arrest footage. When the anchor said "urges", subtitles appeared: [Avoid Peruvian pan flute bands], [Report sightings to authorities], [Never purchase their Cds].
"Pan flute bands are en route to Miami containment facilities..."
After watching, Feng Bu Jue muttered, "Day Three afternoon already... The global disaster will erupt at sunset. Gotta hurry..."
Ten minutes later, following the main road, he reached South Park's only hospital—Hells Pass Hospital.
"Every time I see this name, I want to roast it..." Feng Bu Jue muttered, gazing at the hospital sign before stepping inside.
(End of Chapter)
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