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After rubbing his hands, Said said wearily, "I won't go into details, you wouldn't remember anyway. Just know that we're about to go to war with Hafk."
Nanbowan rubbed his hands together, gradually becoming excited.
His favorite thing was pulling the trigger.
Moreover, shield soldiers and machine gunners can also drop room cards and large red potions.
Su Ye just pulled an Ocean Tear out of the machine gunner's bag, didn't he?
It remains the only one of its kind on the entire network to this day.
That one tear alone has earned him countless fans.
South Korea is incredibly envious.
If a fight breaks out, nobody will pay attention to him, and he can dunk all he wants.
Nanbowan started chuckling to himself as he thought about it.
Completely unaware of the changes in the expressions of those around them.
“Sigh,” Said felt even more exhausted. He waved his hand and said, “Hey you, take him down to get his weapons and equipment.”
Immediately, Kabu, who had previously had a conflict with Nanbowan, came out and pulled him toward the tent behind them.
Nanbowan heard about it and was already going to get the weapons.
I couldn't help but feel a little expectant.
But thinking that he probably wouldn't be firing much, he said somewhat shyly, "Brother, I'm not a very good shot, just give me any gun."
With a grin, Kaobu walked through the crowd and said, "No problem, you can choose any weapon you want, play whatever you want."
"Hehe, not bad, not bad."
Nanbowan thought about it for a moment.
Or should I just play with the SR-3M myself?
Forget it, I'm getting bored with live streaming every day. It's time for a change.
Should I play with an MP7 or an M14?
Lifting the curtain of the tent in the far corner of the military camp, a cloud of dust rushed out.
The choking caused Nanbowan to cough uncontrollably.
He waved his hand to fan away the dust to make himself feel better, then walked into the tent and looked around.
Well, there were a few tattered clothes lying around on the ground, a pile of junk on the table, and nothing else.
They don't have any weapons either.
He turned his head and asked tentatively, "Brother, did we go to the wrong place?"
Kabu said expressionlessly, "No, the weapons on the table are the ones you can choose from."
Nanbowan could only take one more look.
UZI, C-15, Bison submachine gun, and some shotguns whose names I can't recall.
It is indeed the weapon of the machine guy.
But I'm dreaming. Do I have to make myself suffer like this in my dreams?
He closed his eyes, trying to imagine a few fully modified weapons for himself.
When he finally realized it was impossible, he had no choice but to compromise, saying, "Whatever, I want a cow."
It's better to use a bison than to pick a handful of dung from a pile of dung.
It's still shit, but at least the name sounds better.
It matches one's own aesthetic.
"Oh, then take it yourself. There's equipment on the ground. Put it on and come out quickly, it's suffocating."
"It doesn't matter," he said nonchalantly, referring to the cloth.
These things are everywhere and worthless, so he's not afraid of taking more than his share from South Korea.
He turned around and went outside the tent to breathe some fresh air.
Nanbowan looked around the room again.
It was too dark to see clearly just now; I was only able to see it because of the sliver of light that the old man was leaning out from.
He seemed to vaguely see a large safe in the corner.
Then consider your current location.
Isn't this the place where military personnel apply for large insurance policies?
The insurance premiums are usually paid for here, but they're mostly taken by the people in seat number one of the west building.
The soldiers in the camp didn't get any food at all.
That's too good for him.
With a wicked smile playing on his lips, Nanbo carefully reached out and pressed the safety button.
Then... he realized he had forgotten his password.
Normally in games, you just press the green number and that's it, but there's no such thing here.
He could only awkwardly withdraw his hand, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Before he could even stand up, another sharp pain shot through the back of his head.
Turning around, he saw Kaobu glaring at him fiercely, demanding, "What are you doing? These things are not for us to touch. If the boss finds out, you'll be in big trouble."
Accused of his accusations, and burdened by all the grievances she had endured along the way, Nanbowan finally snapped and yelled, "Did I touch it? Did I touch it? What's wrong with me just taking a curious look? Can't I even look?"
It was only then that Kabu noticed that he hadn't actually opened the safe.
He immediately felt guilty, realizing that he had indeed wronged him.
With a slightly pained expression, he pulled something out of his pocket and stuffed it into Nanbowan's hand, saying, "Okay, okay, here you go, stop fooling around."
He then turned and left.
Nanbowan opened his palm and glanced at it.
It must be food.
I wonder if the price of the little purple one, which cost 20,000 yuan, has dropped now.
Nanbowan hasn't paid attention to these cheap things for a long time.
Judging from how much he was pained by the money, it must have been quite expensive for him.
Nanbo pursed her lips, seemingly lost in thought.
I instinctively wanted to stuff this energy gel into my crotch.
Then I pulled down my pants, thought about it, and decided against it.
It feels like once it's stuffed in, it won't be able to be eaten.
After quickly packing up, he ran out of the tent, not forgetting his ox, and called out, "Hey, hey, bro, wait for me!"
Chapter 163 An unexpected encounter with a bee doctor at the cement factory—is this also a dream?
How to describe the atmosphere in the military camp?
It's much better than I imagined.
When he passed by the military camp, even if he had no ulterior motives towards the soldiers or the containers there, he would still be mistaken for a Japanese and beaten up.
Even when he's dreaming, he always puts himself in the game's perspective.
So seeing such a scene still felt somewhat uncomfortable.
I have a feeling that some guy might jump out from some corner and elbow me.
So much so that the entire journey through the Nanbo Bend was filled with surprises.
But the more he acted like that, the gentler the look in Lao Kao's eyes became.
What a hell.
Nanbowan quietly moved a little further away from him, then turned his head and asked, "Brother, we've got the weapon and the equipment, what's next?"
"It doesn't matter, you can go wherever you want."
Lao Kao shrugged, indicating that Nanbowan was free to do as he pleased.
"So casual?"
Nanbo looked at him curiously, somewhat puzzled.
“Others certainly can’t do it, they can’t leave their posts without permission, but you’re different,” Lao Kao suddenly looked around, mysteriously covered his mouth, and whispered, “The boss said he’ll give you special treatment.”
South Korea is awesome.
Even though it was in his dream, he didn't know why he felt so good.
But he just enjoyed it.
The biggest boss of Dam Zero.
The leader of Asara's Guard, one of its high-ranking officers.
Such a person actually looked at him with new respect and even gave him special treatment.
He just wanted to know, who else is there?
Eventually, seeing how bored he was, they sent him to help out at the cement factory.
As a resource point that can be ranked among the top three for Dam Zero.
My impression of Nanbowan is only twofold.
Delicious airline crates and delicious cement trucks.
After all, he had indeed found power battery packs and military shells inside cement trucks.