My Doomsday Shelter Unlimited Upgrades

Chen Yang stared at the AK47 in his hand for a long time.

He didn't expect that the assault rifle could have such an upgrade direction.

The strength of holding the gun in his hand was a little stronger. Chen Yang had a feeling that after upgrading in this direction, it would be an absolute T2 technology.

Maybe it can become T1 technology!

After recovering, Chen Yang tried all the materials in his backpack.

But the result was somewhat disappointing.

There isn't a single material in the backpack that makes the question mark shine.

"Could it be that you need some special materials? For example... meteorites?"

Chen Yang stared at the sheriff who was taking a nap in the cat bed.

The sheriff felt a strange feeling, and suddenly his hair exploded. He looked around twice with a 'meow', and went back to sleep when he found nothing wrong.

Chen Yang sighed.

The things eaten by the sheriff are probably cleaner than the water thrown out.

At present, there are no meteorites on hand, and there is no chance to try.

Putting the AK back into the system backpack, Chen Yang made three spare AK magazines.

These three AK magazines do not inherit the characteristics of the original magazine’s different-dimensional pockets. Each of them is quite satisfactory and can only hold 30 rounds of bullets.

Based on the calculation of 303+45 as a group, Chen Yang produced 405 more rounds of 7.62mm bullets.

These bullets are enough for four magazines to use three times.

With more than 400 rounds of AK bullets, I am afraid that even elephants will have to play, let alone bats.

405 bullets, 135 survival points.

Three extra AK magazines for a total of 240 survival points.

"Now I can't be poorer anymore."

AK47 is still good for the current situation, that is, the bullets are the same as the type 54 pistol.

7.62mm bullets are cheap.

After the survival points are settled tomorrow morning, make another [-] points for backup, which is almost enough.

With a plastic bag of bullets and magazines, Chen Yang walked out of the bedroom with a Type 54 pistol.

Jiang Yanbing had already prepared dinner at this time.

But before Chen Yang had a closer look at what was in the dishes, a black figure suddenly appeared from behind!

fast!

Ha Yayi!

The sheriff had come under the dining table and meowed.

Hearing the police chief's voice, Jiang Yanbing put out the last dish that had just been fried and put it on a plate, and took the small bowl that the police chief used to eat...it should be called a big basin, and took it to the ground.

"miamiamia!"

The sheriff was the most active when cooking, and Chen Yang felt that he was going to jump into the basin and eat it from a long distance away.

"Come and eat."

Jiang Yanbing turned to look at Chen Yang, and found that Chen Yang was carrying a large plastic bag in his hand. He wiped his hands quickly and wanted to come over to greet him.

Chen Yang put the bag aside casually, and waved to Jiang Yanbing:

"Let's talk about it after dinner."

Sitting at the dining table, Chen Yang was stunned!

How many days... how many days!

Finally saw green!

Stir-fried wolf meat with chili, cucumber soup, dry fried diced potatoes!

There was no need to pray before meals, Chen Yang ate with relish.

But now he has discovered that Jiang Yanbing probably likes sweets.

Even if it is chili fried pork, a little sugar is added to neutralize the spiciness of chili.

"Do you like sweets?"

Chen Yang took a sip of the refreshing and thirst-quenching cucumber soup, and said something casually.

Jiang Yanbing blushed:

"Who said that?"

Chen Yang smiled:

"All the dishes you cook are sweet, haven't you noticed?"

Only now did Jiang Yanbing's eyes widen:

"You can eat this? I didn't put a lot of it!"

The corner of Chen Yang's mouth twitched.

No one knows how to eat better than him!

"Did you forget? The first time you drank quantum water, it tasted sweet, which proves that you want to drink sweet drinks."

Jiang Yanbing was stunned for a moment: "Don't you like sweets?"

Chen Yang shook his head: "I'm not picky eaters, anything is fine."

Jiang Yanbing breathed a sigh of relief, she thought Chen Yang didn't like to eat the food he cooked.

But just when she wanted to ask Chen Yang what his favorite food was, a pistol slid over from the dining table.

"Here, it's returned to its original owner, will it still be used? Take this with you tomorrow, and let's go chase that bat that escaped together."