Accepting the quote handed over by Qin Lan, Chen Xin nodded and began to read it carefully.
It listed various materials that the SWAT team could provide, including common building materials like steel and cement, as well as food, salt, sugar, toiletries, and even fuels like gasoline and diesel.
However, the most striking item on this list was the QSZ92G semi-automatic pistol and its matching 9mm bullets, specially marked in red.
"Even guns can be traded! Is there no problem with such things?" Of course, Chen Xin noticed the specially marked section and looked at Qin Lan in surprise.
Qin Lan nodded and explained to Chen Xin, "Ah Xin, living alone in a place like the suburbs, it’s safer to have a gun in these times. So, I pleaded with the captain to get a gun for you."
"Ah Xin, you only have two iron doors here. If someone tricks you into opening the door, you won’t even have a chance to resist." Ding Ning couldn’t help but interject, criticizing the security of Chen Xin’s shelter.
Chen Xin naturally knew that the security of his shelter was indeed worrying. Although the two protective doors could handle disasters, they weren’t enough to fend off someone with intent.
Thus, he was planning to renovate the door of the shelter to enhance its safety and protective features.
However, regarding the pistol, Chen Xin didn’t have an urgent need. After all, he could make a gun himself and didn’t need to trade one with the SWAT team.
But after thinking for less than a second, Chen Xin still decided to trade for this gun.
It’s not that the SWAT team’s gun was better than the one Chen Xin could make, but rather, making firearms on one’s own was already considered illegal in Flame Country.
Even though this referred to the pre-apocalyptic world, being the country with the strictest gun control, Chen Xin didn’t think the country would allow private gun ownership even after the apocalypse.
Being able to obtain a gun from the SWAT team provided a legitimate reason to use firearms, which was much better than making one himself and then having to use it surreptitiously.
Moreover, it was Qin Lan’s heartfelt gesture.
"Thanks, but what about the bullets?" Chen Xin looked at Qin Lan and asked her.
"You can trade for bullets too, but you can’t get too many at once, up to 50 rounds maximum," Qin Lan explained to Chen Xin, seemingly afraid he might overthink it: "It’s not that we won’t give you more bullets; it’s just for safety reasons."
Hearing Qin Lan’s explanation, Chen Xin nodded to express his understanding: "Don’t worry, I understand, given that Flame Country prohibits guns."
Seeing that Chen Xin had no objections, Qin Lan was relieved and had Ding Ning push a black box they brought to Chen Xin’s front.
Seeing the letters "QSZ92G" printed on this box, Chen Xin knew that this was the gun Qin Lan provided him.
Reaching out to open the box, sure enough, a completely black pistol lay inside.
Besides the gun, there were also two magazines and a box of golden bullets inside the box.
Chen Xin picked up a magazine, saw it wasn’t loaded with bullets, then took the gun from the box and inserted the empty magazine directly, pulled the slide, and held the gun with both hands in a standard shooting stance.
The QSZ92G semi-automatic pistol is the latest generation of police pistols in Flame Country, derived from the military’s QSZ92-style pistol improvement.
The biggest difference between the police and military versions is the caliber. The military model is 5.8mm caliber with a 20-round magazine, while the police version is 9mm caliber with 10 and 15-round options. Qin Lan brought Chen Xin a police version with two 15-round magazines.
For the potential dangers Chen Xin might face, two magazines with thirty bullets were already more than sufficient.
"Ah Xin, have you used guns before?" Qin Lan watched Chen Xin’s skilled gun-holding posture and couldn’t help frowning. As Chen Xin’s ex-girlfriend, she didn’t know he could use guns at all.
Hearing Qin Lan’s words, Chen Xin couldn’t help but chuckle: "Ah Lan, you’re underestimating boys, right? Which boy hasn’t played with toy guns as a kid? Even though toy guns aren’t real, you can still mimic the posture."
Of course, Chen Xin wouldn’t tell Qin Lan that these days, he’d been playing with the gun he made himself, trying out all kinds of gun-holding postures he’d seen on TV.
Although this didn’t have much practical value, it did somewhat cultivate the feeling of holding a gun.
Qin Lan was skeptical of Chen Xin’s explanation, but since she’d already given him the gun, it was better if he knew how to use it. So, she didn’t say more and had Ding Ning place another box in front of Chen Xin.
This was a cardboard box, much bigger than the pistol box, and felt heavy because it was full of stuff.
Chen Xin used a small knife to cut open the box, the top half contained various daily necessities, and the bottom half was a layer of plastic boxes.
"This is the monthly allowance of daily supplies for each person in the shelter, including toothbrushes, toothpaste, towels, soap, and a month’s rations for one person." Seeing Chen Xin going through the items in the box, Qin Lan provided him with an introduction and explanation.
The toothbrushes, toothpaste, and soap were placed in a plastic bag, somewhat similar to the toiletries kits Chen Xin had seen in some budget hotels before.
Besides these items, there was also a roll of toilet paper in the box.
Chen Xin took these out and put them on the table, leaving only a layer of plastic boxes in the box.
Qin Lan took out a box from the box and opened it to show Chen Xin: "This is the main food currently eaten in the shelter, containing two servings of rice cooked with rice, potatoes, and meat, and two energy bars.
Each month, shelters hand over the raw materials and used boxes from the previous month to the processing plant, and once processed, they are returned to each shelter, so they are basically fresh."
Looking at the two brick-like food portions and two energy bars that looked like compressed biscuits mixed with nuts, Chen Xin couldn’t help touching his eyebrow: "The food seems to be alright."
"It might look fine, but the meat is rat meat." Ding Ning couldn’t help but comment. In Mo Qingyan’s shelter, she could still eat luncheon meat and canned pork, but back in the police station shelter, the meat now was only rat meat.
Chen Xin didn’t mind this, nodding normally: "Rat meat actually tastes good. In these times, breeding pigs or cattle is unrealistic."
Regarding the box of so-called standard daily supplies for a shelter brought by Qin Lan, Chen Xin felt quite satisfied. The food and necessities were decent, not luxurious but definitely sufficient.