Chapter 378:

In another corner, Michal Reilly flipped open a wooden crate and shouted:

"12.7mm bullets! They're 12.7mm bullets!"

Memphis grew visibly excited. He quickly stepped over and peered into the crate. Inside were rows of long, brass-colored bullets, cold and gleaming with destructive power.

These were powerful weapons, capable of piercing even S2 level 23 armor, withstanding no more than 150 rounds at a time.

There were 10,000 bullets here—yes, 10,000 rounds, a literal jackpot of ammunition.

"Collect everything and transport it outside."

"Yes, sir!"

At Memphis’ command, the group began hauling the heavy crates of bullets outside. They were all superhumans, with enhanced strength and stamina, easily able to carry two crates at once without issue.

In another warehouse, rows of green wooden crates were opened, revealing numerous rifles neatly arranged inside.

Jarred, looking at the rifles, let out a groan:

"Oh, these are CKC rifles. All of them are CKCs. This old relic has been decommissione