Chapter 52: 51: "I'm asking you how long the warranty period is, can you understand that?

A skill that seems quite decent.

It's the only offensive ability among the three skills of a first turn gunman, with the other two being support skills.

But for him...

It's not just 'quite decent' anymore.

Others' Thomson magazines carry at most 50 bullets, and even if emptied, it's just 50 bullets pouring out in an instant, creating a brief barrage. If the enemy dodges it, the time it takes to reload can easily leave you vulnerable to an attack.

But his Thomson is different.

His Thomson is the unique "Tao Wood" edition.

The magazine can hold at least 20k bullets.

When 20k bullets pour out in one second, he can't imagine anyone who could withstand such an attack, and with Zhou Yiming doing it again, there's no need for Hungry Monkey to take action, the opponent would be obliterated on the spot.

And that's not even the main thing...

The most important thing is—

His magazine also damn well has a production line inside, and as long as he has enough Star Coins, he can produce bullets indefinitely, and the price is ridiculously cheap!

Only 20 Star Coins for 10k bullets!

This skill doesn't even have a cooldown limit!

That means, as long as he wants, he can maintain the super-high firing rate of 20k bullets per second for a minute or even longer!

This can no longer be called a significant increase in combat power.

It's more like his combat power has multiplied exponentially.

"Tsk."

Looking at the skill panel in front of him, Chen Miao couldn't help but smile with the corners of his mouth turning up. At this moment, he was eager to get home and test whether the skill could be used normally. He didn't care anymore about a martial artist's skill book costing fifty thousand credit points.

With a grand wave of his hand.

"I'll take all these six skill books, and give me another 17 copies of each of the three F-grade skills for the Gunman Profession."

"Right away!"

The shopkeeper's mouth was nearly tearing to his ears, his plump fingers tapping briskly on the calculator: "All these skill books total up to 204k, plus the protective clothing earlier it's 462k, need anything else?"

"Miao..."

Hungry Monkey stood there with a moved face, eyes brimming with tears, looking at Chen Miao. Out of the total of 460k, he spent 250k on him alone, more than anyone else combined. Read further stories on m-vlem|p-yr

"Alright."

The shopkeeper, who was live streaming a sale under the counter, instinctively looked up upon hearing the voice, "A batch?"

It's true one meets all sorts of peculiar things in life, but this was the first time he had seen anyone buying coffins in bulk.

But good professional ethics meant he knew that the most important thing in this line of work was to be cautious with his words and actions, and he didn't show any emotion; instead, he quickly got up and greeted them with a beaming smile, "Yes, yes, we have a variety of coffin styles in our store."

"We have pine, oak, and phoebe zhennan; from ordinary timber to the finest wood."

"It's just that I don't know whether the deceased is an elderly person or... What requirements are there regarding size?"

"Do you need any custom designs engraved?"

There are generally two types of people who buy coffins.

The first are elderly people who feel their time is near and come to the coffin shop to prepare their own coffin in advance; these people usually carry an air of death about them.

The second are young people who come to buy for their recently deceased elders or relatives in the family, emanating sadness.

Different people also have different customs.

Some want cranes engraved on the coffin, symbolizing an ascent to heaven after death.

Some want "Looking at your mom" engraved on the outside, a peculiar request from contemporary youths who have a notion of causing a stir even after death, stirring things up even if there's nothing to stir.

There are those who want dragons, phoenixes, and then there are parent-child coffins, couple's coffins, and so on.

But this group of people before him... they didn't seem like either type.

"As for the wood, ordinary is fine."

Hungry Monkey glanced at the coffins displayed in the shop, stepped forward to feel the material and casually said, "As for size, the bigger the better. Bigger means more spacious to sleep in, so comfort is most important; it needs to be comfortable to sleep in."

"Understood."

This somewhat gaunt shopkeeper took his job seriously as he took out a notebook from his chest pocket and jot down the customer's requirements. He was in a service industry, after all, and naturally couldn't ignore the customer's requirements.

Asking for a comfortable coffin wasn't too unusual of a request.

Quite a few Filial Sons specifically demanded a comfortable coffin to ensure their deceased elders could sleep more comfortably under the ground, although even if it were truly comfortable, the deceased wouldn't be able to feel it, but today's world is particular about these things.

"Oh right."

Hungry Monkey tapped on the coffin displayed on the shelf, leaned in to feel it, then got up and turned his head looking at the shopkeeper, "Do you offer warranty? What's the warranty period?"

"Ah?"

The shopkeeper, while jotting down the customer's needs, suddenly froze with his pen hovering in mid-air, glancing at Hungry Monkey bewildered, unsure of how to respond.

Warranty? A coffin warranty? For whom? How to repair? Dig it up?

"What do you mean, 'ah'?"

Hungry Monkey, showing some impatience, spoke up, "I'm asking you how long the warranty period is, can't you understand?"