Chapter 537: A few days later... - I'm joking, can't you tell?

Morning soon came and we were preparing for the president's departure.

Since the materials for making bullets they've sent us were still being processed, Oscar and I decided to send them several barrels of 5.56s, 7.62s, 9mms, and .45 ACPs that we had on stock. Shotgun shells and other calibers were also sent over to them but the ratio between the four I mentioned earlier was widely skewed.

They numbered close to a few hundred thousand but a portion of them was the cheap steel-cased ammo the old man bought in bulk. They were purchased before it all started and we still had a lot in stock that was mainly used for trading with other camps and training new gun owners.

Aside from those, the samples and the recordings of the undead we collected so far were handed over to them but copies of the original recording stayed with us. The specimens were kept tight and secure in a large shipping container so as to not have problems when flying over large distances.