60 Bullets Bought

Did it only cost this little to buy bullets?

Seth was slightly surprised in his heart.

"How many bullets did you buy?" Seth continued to inquire.

"According to your instructions, a total of 200 rounds of bullets," Sean reported.

So cheap!

For Seth, who lived in a place where firearms were prohibited, the price of these bullets was surprisingly and somewhat frighteningly cheap.

He had originally thought that just buying bullets would cost several thousand dollars.

However, he didn't expect that 200 rounds of bullets would only cost a little over three hundred dollars.

"Got it, don't send the bullets and money over for now. Put the stuff in your car, and I'll come to the garage to meet you later. Also, take $3,000 from inside for yourself. Consider it a reward for your work; I won't let you suffer," Seth said casually and hung up the phone directly.

Three thousand dollars was a considerable amount for an average American in 2006.

In that year, the monthly income of an average American was basically only around $1,500.

Three thousand dollars was the income of an ordinary person for two months.

Although Sean earned more than ten thousand dollars a month, his expenses were also substantial. Therefore, three thousand dollars was still an attractive income for him.

After hanging up the phone, Seth collected himself, slowly opened the door, and, imitating Andy's usual indifferent tone, nonchalantly walked down the stairs.

Cecilia had a radiant face today, looking very spirited, and her mood seemed to be exceptionally good.

The moment she saw Seth, a hint of blush even flashed across Cecilia's face. The sensitive honey hole between her legs couldn't help but twitch.

Thinking about what she had done to her son on his bed last night, Cecilia felt a wave of shame. She didn't even know what had come over her last night, to lose control and commit such a shameful act.

If anyone found out that last night she had been sprayed with her son's semen, found pleasure in her son, and reached climax, Cecilia would probably be ashamed to death. The deep self-blame and shame, coupled with the turmoil she felt upon seeing Andy, made Cecilia flush all over.

But soon, Cecilia restrained herself. "Andy, are you awake? Come over and have breakfast," she said nervously, sitting at the table, biting the fork tightly, looking at Seth with some anxiety.

Seth nonchalantly responded, sat at the table, and casually took a few bites of a sandwich. Seemingly indifferent, Seth was also observing Cecilia.

"Andy, did you sleep well last night? Do you feel uncomfortable? You just got out of the hospital. If there's anything wrong, remember to tell Mom," Cecilia's nervous voice was trembling, and she kept praying that Andy didn't know about last night.

"No, I feel pretty good. I had a nice dream last night, and I woke up feeling comfortable," Seth said, deliberately pretending to be nonchalant, licking his lips and muttering to himself.

"That's good... as long as you're healthy, it's good... it's good..." Cecilia muttered to herself, relieved, biting her lip thoughtfully, stealing a glance at her son, as if longing for something.

At that moment, Seth suddenly felt something rubbing against his crotch. Glancing at Cecilia, who seemed distracted, he knew it wasn't her doing. Seth frowned and shot a glare at his sister Helen, but to his surprise, she was taking it a step further. Without caring whether Cecilia would notice, she actually reached out her thumb and began rubbing her brother's morning erection through his pants.

"Damn it!" Seth pretended to look down and saw Helen's glistening and delicate feet rubbing against his crotch.

"This damn sister of mine is truly wicked!" Seth couldn't help but curse silently as he watched Helen's increasingly bold actions.

Casually taking a couple of bites from his sandwich, finishing his glass of milk in one go, and without even looking at Helen's mischievous grin, Seth turned to Cecilia and said, "Mom, I'm done eating. I'm going out for a while. I've arranged to play basketball with some friends today."

With that, Seth got up and headed straight for the door.

"Andy, be careful outside. It's good to play basketball for exercise, but don't hurt yourself. You've just been discharged from the hospital, remember to come back home early," Cecilia said with concern as she stood up to advise Seth.

Meanwhile, Helen, excitedly, tagged along, grabbing Seth's hand and eagerly saying, "Brother, I want to go too! Can you take me with you?"

Translation to English: "A group of us guys are playing basketball, what about you? Why don't you go to the mall with Mom to buy some toys and new clothes? Wait for me to come back, and we'll play together!" Seth patted Helen's head and refused.

Playing basketball was just an excuse Seth casually made up to brush off others. Naturally, Seth couldn't really go play basketball. Right now, he just wanted to get the money and bullets as soon as possible and return to the post-apocalyptic world.

According to the time difference from the last world, it should be almost dawn in the post-apocalyptic world now. Seth had to return to the post-apocalyptic world before Cecilia woke up and proceed with the next plan.

Hearing Seth say he would come back later to play with her, a sparkle of anticipation appeared in Helen's eyes. She nodded excitedly, staring with eager anticipation, and said obediently, "Brother, then you go early and come back early! I'll be waiting for you!"

Seth nodded in satisfaction and walked away.

Cecilia, seeing her usually somewhat willful daughter being so agreeable today, couldn't help but feel a bit strange. However, she didn't bother thinking too much about it; she had a date with her friend Syndik today, and she needed to leave soon.

As one of the earliest supermodels to debut, Cecilia was outstanding among her peers. She and Syndik were not only close friends who understood each other, but they were also rivals in competition. Over the years, their relationship had been a mix of friendship and rivalry, but they remained very close.

Not long after Seth left, Stephen Nike-Seymour also dressed up and left the villa, following closely behind.

...

Coming out of the villa, Seth walked straight to the garage, found Shawn's black Ford car, and knocked on the window. Shawn respectfully opened the car door and walked out, nodding and bowing as he handed a envelope full of US dollars to Seth. Then he opened the trunk and said, "Young Master, the bullets are in the trunk, as per your request, a total of two hundred rounds, 5.56 caliber, suitable for the M16 rifle. Young Master, please take a look."

"Hmm." Seth nodded and walked to the trunk with a dark expression.

The bullets were packed in military-green wooden boxes. After Shawn opened them, besides some straw padding, there was a pile of bullets inside.

200 rounds of ammunition should be enough to clean out the zombies in the villa.

"You move the bullets out of the car and place them aside. If I remember correctly, your work should be done for the day. You can go back; it's the weekend. Spend some quality time with your wife and kids," Seth smiled, patting Shawn's shoulder. "Thank you for your hard work, man. Family is the most important."

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!!"

For some reason, Shawn suddenly felt grateful and nodded and bowed to Seth with a touched expression.

Since the accident involving the person now known as Andy, he seemed to have changed drastically, exuding an aura of coldness, stability, and inscrutability. This feeling made Shawn constantly wary of the current Andy.

Moreover, with the evidence of his and Sherry's crimes in Andy's hands, Shawn was afraid of facing unfavorable consequences. Under such high pressure, whenever Shawn was around Seth, he remained in a highly tense state.

Now, with Seth suddenly smiling and expressing such thoughtful words, Shawn naturally felt a sense of relief.

"Master, this box is quite heavy. Should I help you carry it back..." Shawn eagerly flattered Seth.

"No need, you go about your business," Seth reached out and took the box. Although it felt heavy when Shawn carried it, in Seth's hands, the box seemed effortlessly light.

"Yes! Yes, Master! I'll take my leave then." Shawn looked in horror at Seth, who effortlessly lifted the box with one hand, then quickly got into his car and drove away.

"System, store the bullets in the spatial magic cube." Seth waved his hand casually, and the wooden box and bullets disappeared from Seth's hands.

"System, how much money do I need to bring 200 rounds of bullets back to the post-apocalyptic world?" Seth asked again.

[Calculating...]

[To bring 200 rounds of bullets back to the post-apocalyptic world, you need forty-six thousand dollars.]

He was still short of a little over ten thousand dollars.

Seth frowned slightly. With the current thirty thousand dollars he had, he could only bring back around one hundred and twenty-three rounds of bullets. It wasn't too little, but the feeling of being short on money bothered him.

Clearly, there was a fortune of several hundred million dollars in front of him, but it had nothing to do with him. He couldn't get a single cent, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Pete Brandt..."

Seth looked at the luxury Cadillac SUV not far away, a cold light flashing in his eyes. Then, he ordered the system, "System, take me back to the post-apocalyptic world!"

"Also, bring all the bullets that can take me to the post-apocalyptic world!"

[Understood, Host. I will teleport you immediately.]

[With your current wealth, the system can only carry one hundred and twenty-eight rounds of bullets. Would you like to proceed?]

"Proceed!"

[Alright, teleporting you to the post-apocalyptic world now...]

The system's prompt sounded, and Seth's vision darkened. With a whirlwind sensation, Seth suddenly disappeared from the second world.