Chapter 685 Upgrade Game 11
Fu Anan touched the zipper with her fingers, feeling like opening a blind box.
Fortunately, this little sheep is very strong.
Open the schoolbag, it's very fat inside!
Seven pieces of whole wheat bread, six bottles of mineral water, a box of anti-inflammatory powder, and three antibiotics.
In addition to these, there are grenades, bullets...
adds up all her own stuff.
Her total assets are now:
Whole wheat loaf: 7 pieces
Mineral water: 7.5 bottles
Hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder: 1.5 boxes
Amoxicillin tablets: 4 tablets
Bullets: 406 rounds for rifles, 26 rounds for shotguns, and 10 rounds for sniper rifles.
Grenade: 1 piece
Raw fish: 2 pieces
Guns: 4 rifles, 1 shotgun, 1 sniper rifle, 1 small pistol
There are also mattresses, quilts, various seasonings, lighters, wood and other miscellaneous things.
A lot of supplies!
She is finally rich!
Fu Anan had a dreamy smile on his face.
In addition to these she also found the baby on the corpse.
That's a body armor.
A black one with a bullet mark on it. Obviously, both of them were similar in the confrontation with guns just now, and this man won in terms of equipment.
But now this equipment is hers.
Fu Anan took off his body, put it on, and then put on a jacket to hide the appearance of the body armor.
This sudden harvest is more than the sum of her previous four days. If she robs a few more times, she should be prosperous.
After extravagance, she searched in several rooms, trying to keep no grass.
It was really discovered by Fu Anan.
There are a lot of bullets scattered upstairs.
These should be the two players who were busy fighting and didn't have time to throw them away. She picked them all up.
The number of bullets for the rifle has changed from 406 to 608, and there are two more boxes of shotgun and sniper bullets, each with 8 pieces.
Bullets and weapons are very rich, but six bottles of mineral water and six breads remind her that the material crisis continues to exist.
She tidied up her things and went on her way.
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The one-way road has no end in sight.
Fu An'an turned on his watch again to look at the map.
After walking for five days, they are still on the periphery.
The map is too big this time.
After five consecutive days of trekking, her legs were sore and swollen, as if they were not her own anymore, and she moved forward mechanically.
Turned up a high **** again.
Fu Anan stood on the top and looked down.
The road ahead is not easy.
Although the terrain is slightly undulating, it is wide, without any shelter, and it is flat.
Where to pass by is completely a living target.
If you want to detour from the side, you have to take a long, long detour. Fu Anan looked around and found a hidden place to sit down.
It is of course best to go to this kind of place at night.
She took out a piece of bread from the space. I tore off a small piece, lay down in the grass and ate it bit by bit.
Reluctantly savoring the sweetness in his mouth, he put the remaining bread back into the space. There was the rustling of leaves in the woods behind.
Fu An'an turned around, hiding herself deeper, completely buried in haystacks.
From behind her obliquely, a person came out, and slowly walked out of the mountain to a distance of about 50 meters away from her.
This man was wearing a shriveled backpack with a gun hanging on his chest. His brows were furrowed, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and he still stumbled when he walked.
One can tell at a glance that this is a player who is poorer than her.
(end of this chapter)