Wolf Barrel 5.56

And Mr. Lucca disappeared neglectfully.

"I'm sorry. I've got an emergency. Bye."

Leaving that word behind, he went so far away.

Even after that, I lost sight of it in the crowd.

I ended up shopping alone - no, no, no, no, I didn't know what to buy, so I came with you, so why is this happening?

Really my pace, or someone as whimsical as a cat.

I'm used to it.

I sat on the bench and sighed haha and I switched my head (can't help but get confused like this) and opened the mouth of my bag.

"Er, yeah."

When you take out a thick notepad, you pick one of the sticky notes stunning like a fan and open that page. Earlier today, I was thinking to myself what I needed.

I think all we need is a blanket and a change of clothes, food, a water bottle and a backpack, and then a sleeping bag or so.

The blanket and the change of clothes were sold at the hotel, so as to buy them that way.

As far as food is concerned, I shall eat the 'minimum' prepared by the guild for now. If it doesn't taste good, you can think about it next time.

Then maybe the rest is a water bottle, a backpack and a sleeping bag.

(... wait a minute, eh?

I realize it's there.

Speaking of which, what's going on with medical products?

Maybe they're going to need stomach medication or anti-diarrhea. Is there something like those home preparations available, too? I'm in trouble if I don't. Should I buy this too?... but this is definitely expensive. I want to avoid wasted expenses as much as possible. I wonder what the others will do?

Uh - I don't know. Rub wrinkles between eyebrows with the buttocks of the pen.

After all, even if I'm an inexperienced person, maybe I can't do it. I guess I should go shopping with Mr. Lucca again tomorrow rather than being forced to keep doing this and buy something.

Staring into the void for a while, I opened my mouth, "Ah," eventually.

One person came to mind.

When I stood up with my bread and knees slapped, I walked out toward the commercial district to the west.

"Whoa, you're here, Bowes."

When I opened the door a little heavy, a powerful voice greeted me along with the smell of maintenance oil.

Father of a shopkeeper with a successful arm on the counter and a nihil grin.

I was coming to Morgan, the armor store.

"I'm here today to find some tools for a convoy."

"Ho, Bowes is now entrusted with a job full of them too? That's fine."

"No."

That's what they say, and it lights up.

"So, what do you need?

"Water bottle, backpack and sleeping bag."

"Huh?"

His father, who had a cheek cane on the counter, made a frightened voice.

"Aren't you in the wrong place to come?

"No, I thought it would be safer to get it all together here than to go around other stores."

"Hmm? What a bastard" father raises his eyebrows delightfully. "Don't you remember to flatter him before you look at him, he's a businessman."

"It's not a compliment. It's really true."

The boots and kneepads I bought from this store are still not broken anywhere, even though I have been dealing with them rampantly in repeated battles. The best evidence is that everything in your father's shop is of high quality, from martial artefacts to junk.

The fact that I can't tell the good from the bad from buying any of them is very appealing to me. Plus...

"Enough, all right, all right"

And he blocked me with his hands, trying to keep my words going.

"That's how they say it. I'll find you the right one for Bowes."

My father scratched my back of the head looking illuminated, and he started looking for the product.

- Water bottle first.

Recommended was a marching water bottle made of sturdy metal. Excellent thing that can boil water straight on fire. Capacity is 1 kg.This determines the water bottle.

- Next backpack.

This rucksack is waterproof, fireproof and blade proof. Designed like a US military backpack, I liked it at a glance. Next to the backpack, I also bought two large capacity sidebacks that could be coupled to Bonanza's saddle.

- Finally, a sleeping bag.

Buy a larger mommy type (Minotaur type), integrated with a sturdy mat. When Matt asks why he needs it, he says it helps prevent the stones and irregularities underneath, as well as cold air from the ground again. If I had only bought sleeping bags without knowing, I would have had feathers to taste a sleepless night. Thank you, Father.

I bought an extra baseball cap for sunshine.

Thanks to my father, I was able to get everything together in no time.

"Bowes, by the way. You, what if it rains?

"What, rain?

In one of your casual father's words, "Ah!?" I realized I had overlooked that possibility.

"No raincoat"

"Dude, are you sure you're okay? Rain control is fundamental."

"Well, actually..."

While I was ashamed, I honestly revealed the situation.

My father laughed out loud when he heard it.

"Kirk! Kirk!"

"Don't laugh so hard."

"No, I'm sorry. But what? Lucca's got a tough time with it."

That would be great.

As much as I want to hem it.

"Hey, Camben, I want to wish you, Kakaka"

That's right.

My dad checked me out, and I got quite a few things missing. Arrange what you need on the counter while taking advice.

First a large and small set of raincoats and waterproof seats. Waterproof match. Small solid fuel similar to cork. Simple, pocket-sized, regular medicine. Cooker with compact storage of pans, cookware and dishes.

And mobile food.

"What, isn't food paid for?

When asked so, his father remembered something, seeping bitter objects in his face.

It's like a rust root.

"Well, for once. Bread would be fine. But soup, that sucks. You should definitely take it elsewhere, even if it's tense."

"Is that so?

"I've only eaten once with interest...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"DOBU!?

"If you're about to dip in that and eat bread, you'd better sweat yourself -"

"Soup, please! Soup!!"

I ordered with the momentum to jump over the counter.

There are many different types of portable food, but I made it an orthodox combination of soup and bread. Father recommended a few ingredients of soup, as well as a can of preserved bread (this also changes the flavor and several), and dried meat (the type that returns to water), dried beans and crackers.

I bought this for 2 days and 2 servings.

"Hmm? Why do you just need rice for two?

"Um, it's... the..."

clouding the words, my father, who guessed, laughed niggly,

"This sesame sleigh"

That's what I said. I scratched my head with a glove-like hand.

Thus, thanks to your father, I managed to be ready.

In the meantime, I'm promising to see Mr. Stella tomorrow, so it would be enough if you did a final check there.

Well, and.

From here, gear up for combat. A hundred times more important shopping than a water bottle or a raincoat.

"Dad, is the guy you ordered ready yet?

"Yeah, I just got here this morning."

"Are you sure! Good for you!

When I heard that, my face burst unexpectedly.

My father, who was looking at me like that, asked me strangely.

"You, are you so happy that that one arrives?

"Well then!" Nodding with a full grin.

"Hehe, I knew you were a wizard."

Dad pulled his thick lips into the back once he gleefully bent them. And

"Look, it's something you're waiting for."

That's what I said and put on the counter was a piece of clothing.

Its stunning finish leaks a breath of admiration not to mention.

I still ordered it from my father's store and it was the right thing to do.

Tactical vest.

As for the "vest" often worn by military personnel on top of body armor, there are many pouches that can hold magazines and various pieces of equipment. I'm not putting ceramic plates (bulletproof plates) underneath, so this doesn't have protective properties in itself.

It's a great item to improve mobility, but I guess it just looks like clothes with a lot of pockets in your father's eyes.

I'll just try it on.

This vest is fitted with four pouches that hold two M4A1 magazines, so you can carry a total of eight magazines at once. Occasionally I gave it an empty magazine and tried to pull it out, but I could do it with it facing forward.

More than I thought.

The M4A1's 5.56 mm magazine (30 shots of STANG magazine) is large in size and subtly curved, so it's a hassle to remove it from your trouser pocket anyway. Besides bending your knees, the horns hit the gorilla and the meat, and that hurt plain. It was often the case to drill holes in the lining of the trousers.

So lately, I tried to remove it directly from the bag.

Carrying may be fine, but the problem is reloading.

That's a lot of work. "Anyone who can't reload while facing the front is professionally disqualified," I've heard in the movie. Then I'm disqualified. [M]

Having decided that I could not leave this behind, I came up with this tactical vest after all this trial and error. Of course there is no such thing in the other world. That's why I relied on the memory of the action movie to draw a number of diagrams and have similar objects made out of outsource.

Comfortable.

Wearing eight empty magazines to try it out did not interfere with motion or walking.

In addition to magazines, the vest can be fitted with a familiar knife for disassembly around the left shoulder, even upside down. Also around the right chest, there are five pockets like a pencil sheath where you can put five rounds of S&WM 500 ammunition (50 caliber magnum ammo).

And a pocket reinforced with an even thinner, sturdy aluminum plate can hold two vials of magic medicine.

It no longer feels more like a 'bag to wear' than clothes. Super convenient.

Other customizations are possible, but that is going to be boiled down based on the experience to come.

"Bowes, how are you?

"It's just that!!

"That's better than that."

"I knew your father's shop was great!

"Come on, my ass is gonna get swollen!

"haha" "kakakakakakakakakakakaka"

After finishing accounting here for a moment, I decided to search the store to buy 'protective equipment'.

Walk in a store like the armoured exhibition floor of a Western museum.

In the light of the orange proof, the armor emits a dull glow. The pins and the air are stuck, I like this vibe.

It's not the armor I'm looking for right now.

A helmet.

Make the gun a pistol. Make it an assault rifle, anyway. If you don't peek at the site and shoot, you can't hit the bullet properly. So my face really gets defenseless when I attack. It's the same if you're hiding yourself in a shield. I realized earlier in action that exposing my face to enemy sides was actually quite scary.

Facial lacerations are quite a shock mentally. I haven't been able to think decently for a while since I actually had a deep wound to my cheek. In other words, the face must be protected as a matter of priority. It may be obvious, but I haven't had that feeling at all so far.

Carefully observe the shelves on which the helmet is displayed, while touring the thoughts.

You can't be heavy first.

And I don't even need a gothic one that protects the whole head. In my case right now, when I'm in a situation where I get hit in the back of the head, I almost certainly lose.

It is only a shield to facilitate shooting from the shield.

I mean, I like the guy who's light and he's like a mask that covers the front of his face, and I'm looking for him.

"... there was"

There was exactly what I had in mind.

Behind the shelves. Though buried in other helmets, they carefully pull out a sole that is releasing unusual force, as if it were a fossil excavation operation.

I swallowed your sauce and saliva.

I discovered it was super cool.

It's an oval iron mask (face guard) like an egg.

The decoration is not applied at all and looks exactly like an egg shell made of silver. The bonelessness attracted my heart.

The color is dark silver. It is a sinister shade reminiscent of an old sterling silver ring.

The lighting is on, but it doesn't reflect the light at all. I don't know what kind of workmanship is applied to the surface, but it won't be a clumsy thing to reflect the other person's lights shiny in the dark.

The iron mask is the type to be worn by tightening the back of the head with a belt. Is it like a catcher mask?

There is a "-" cut in the center to ensure vision. And happily, it's not just a hole in it, it's got a transparent membrane like a proper mesh on it that will protect your eyes from splashes like stones and wood pieces.

When I tried it on, I was first surprised that my vision was wider than I imagined. I can see more than I can cut in. Is this due to magic, too?

Besides light. Really light.

Yet I can see from the feeling I put on it that it has considerable strength.

This is just a reckoning, but you should be able to do it without difficulty enough to bounce back a direct hit on the Beretta M92F. Probably will also play the 5,56mm ammo of the M4A1.

Blink, and let him wiggle his back.

I have goosebumps on my arms that extend from my sleeves.

Exactly, you can call it gear for me!

Wow. That's so awesome!

Like a child messing with a combined robot, clamoring and stroking an iron mask eventually caught my interest, and my father came to the side.

"Oh, my God, Bowes, I don't care what you dig out -"

The moment I said that and peeked into my hand, the agitation ran on his face like that. [M]

"... you found it again."

"Huh?"

I don't know what that means, and I crack my neck.

"Bowes, are you going to buy that?

"Absolutely! Oh, but you don't have a price tag on you. How much is this?

Your father didn't answer, he's asked the opposite question.

"You, how long have you got?

"? Uh"

Even as I question my father's attitude like it contained something, I calculate it all in my head.

There are only a little over 1.5 million funds left in the pool for equipment and so on.

Tell him so honestly.

"All right, then I'll sell you all that"

"Yep!?" I almost took off the mask I had unexpectedly.

"What, stop?

"..."

That's what I was asked to do. [M]

I know it's not like they're looking at my feet.

But the full 1.5 million was painful. Because this money is something that you can count on for future armor purchases. When this comes from shaking out again, I don't know when the hell I can buy armor.

But.

Drop your eyes on the iron mask.

But the Sixth Sense continues to complain that it's a loss that this is in someone's hands and will never be available again, rather than losing 1.5 million at once.

Come on. What do we do?

After much reflection.

"I'll buy it"

I ran out of clarity.

My dad said, "Are you sure?," he said. I shook my head vertically without hesitation.

"Because you better get it all together here!

"Kakaka, you're nasty, colored man!

My father, who laughed in a good mood, stroked my head with strength.

Uh, I don't mind if you stroke it, but, uh, yes, it hurts.

Adjustment of the belt for fixing the iron mask at the service and had the hook on, as presented on the belt and tactical vest.

The best shopping I've ever done. I...

"Thank you!!

I bowed my head and left the store behind with a light foothold.

An old man stared at the interaction from behind the store.

Eventually, the old man opened his mouth to the shopkeeper as he crooked his wrinkled face.

"Oi, are you going to crush this store?

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" "... this is an investment"

The old man, hearing it, shrugged his shoulder and laughed out strangely.

"Kekeke, the kid with the head, he invested a while ago. You don't even know if you're crying later, do you?

"Say it. He's gonna be big now."

"That's good. I hope they don't run out of stores before they get big."

"Hum."

The old man laughed and enjoyed the side of his infidel rotten son for a while.