Chen Feng wiped the blood off his face and walked out of the headquarters. He heard a round of applause.
"9 minutes 58 seconds, you have passed.”
"If I didn't have such good equipment, I might not have been able to pass so quickly.”
"The enemy won't tell you whether it's fair or not. Being able to use advanced equipment to defeat your opponent is also a form of strength.”
Hearing this, Chen Feng agreed.
"That makes sense, Instructor. It's a pity that you're just a virtual character in the training ground. Otherwise, I should buy you a drink.”
"That might not be the case." The silly girl's eyes were full of meaning.
In the next second, Chen Feng returned to the virtual training pod in reality.
"Tsk, this Miss Instructor seems to be implying something.”
However, what the other party said was indeed very reasonable. Wasn't having powerful equipment an advantage?
If they were equally powerful, one side would have weapons while the other side would not. Without weapons, they would definitely be at a disadvantage.
In novels, it was nonsense to say that one could only train themselves without using equipment. The advantage of humans had always been that they were good at learning and improving. They would use all means and methods to destroy the enemy.
Abandoning the strengths of a human being and exerting the bestial nature to the extreme, one would only be a fierce beast.
The so-called breaking through with force was because one's strength was stronger than the other party. If both parties were of the same level, one could try breaking through with force.
In his previous life, due to Chen Feng's ancestor participating in a certain war to establish the island, he had used an absolutely inferior equipment to fight against the side with an absolute weapon advantage.
Even after he retired, he had suffered from a serious fear of insufficient firepower. It seemed that this fear of insufficient firepower had been passed down to Chen Feng.
In the scenario simulation, the weapons and equipment that Chen Feng was using were all those that he possessed in reality.
Two custom-made Glock 17s, each of which cost an expensive 200,000 USD. They were custom-made for Chen Feng by the top gunsmiths of the Federation.
The Remington M870 and the various main weapons in his office, such as the M416, all cost more than 100,000 dollars.
These guns were different from mass-produced guns. They were all custom-made for Chen Feng by the top gunsmiths of the Firearm Association.
The components used in these weapons were almost all made of the best materials. Some key parts, such as the barrel and receiver, were almost all made of special alloys used in aerospace.
This was just a gun. As everyone knew, guns were the launchers of bullets. There was a huge difference between top-grade bullets and ordinary bullets.
Cheap pistol or rifle bullets cost only a few dollars each. That was in RMB, which was only 5 to 6 cents in USD.
Sniper bullets were usually the most expensive. The cheaper ones were a few dozen, and the more expensive ones were 200 RMB.
As for the Glock 17 competitive grade armor-piercing bullet that Chen Feng was using, the price of one round was around 200 USD.
Otherwise, how could an ordinary Glock kill a Tyrant with one shot? Dream on.
The combat dagger he used was also custom-made. It was made of high-strength synthetic steel and was about 20 centimeters long, including the handle.
The cost of this dagger was as high as one million dollars, and it could even cut through tank armor.
This was the fighting power of money, but money was also a skill.
Even so, Chen Feng had been complaining about the lack of weapons. Not only in the office, but also in the manor, there was a large amount of weapons and ammunition stored.
In fact, the most effective way to deal with a Tyrant was to use an RPG. If one shot was not enough, he could use two shots. If two shots were not enough, he could use a few more.
In the training scenario, Chen Feng was only testing his own limits. He did not use his fully armed form.
Otherwise, if Chen Feng was fully armed, he would have to bring at least four to five guns and an anti-tank launcher before he would be satisfied.
This was also the reason why Chen Feng had been madly training his physical strength in the dream training ground. He had more equipment to carry.
The most efficient way to kill was always to use an RPG instead of a gun. If you could use a gun instead of a knife.
After sighing with emotion, Chen Feng made another call with a serious expression.
“BOSS？”
"I still need to purchase another batch of equipment. I feel that our firepower is not enough, so I need to replenish my inventory.”
On the other side of the conversation, a big '?' appeared above Michael's head.
"But Boss, we just purchased a batch of guns. The UBCS now has a total of 1300 people and more than 3000 guns.”
"Sh * t! Your battalion only has 3000 guns? Are you really a Soviet? Do you think your battalion can order 10,000 guns?”
"But Boss, strictly speaking, we're just PM, not a regular army.”
"Cut the crap! The money has been transferred to the UBCS account. Go and buy the goods. This is an order!”
Satisfied, Chen Feng hung up the phone.
His fear of insufficient firepower seemed to have eased a little.
Not long after ending the call with Mihail, his phone rang again. Chen Feng took a look and saw that it was Wesker calling.
"Wesker?"
"Boss, William has received another message from the Federal Government. They want William to hand over the G-virus as soon as possible.”
Here it comes, the meat show is here.
Chen Feng suddenly felt extremely excited. This was the excitement of the impending battle.
"Have William contact the Federation. Tell them to deliver the G-virus to them at the designated location in three days.”
"Yes, Boss. I'll do it now.”
Chen Feng took a deep breath. Finally, it was about to begin. He immediately walked out of the secret chamber and went to the manor to find the butler.
Then, he instructed the butler with a serious expression.
"Evacuate the people in the manor immediately tomorrow. Tell all the old employees to evacuate to the Chen family's headquarters in Luo Shengdu.”
"Young Master, don't you need someone to serve you here?”
"Let them all leave. The old employees will definitely be willing to leave…As for the newcomers, they could leave if they wanted to, and those who didn't want to leave would be dismissed on the spot.”
After saying that, Chen Feng heaved a sigh of relief. After all, he was not a saint. Doing this would be the best he could do.
If those who were unwilling to leave were unable to leave due to an outbreak, he would be helpless.
A terrible Resident Evil was about to break out in Raccoon City.
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