These players' imaginations completely exceeded his expectations.

Immediately afterwards, light spots flashed, and the players who went back to get the tools returned to the game one after another.

Some hold a chainsaw in their hands, some hold a welding gun, some hold a recurve compound bow, and various other messy "tools".

"Damn it, narrow, narrow..."

"Why didn't I expect to bring a chainsaw in..."

"I'm going to go to the sports shop to get crossbow arrows tomorrow!"

Just when a group of players were suddenly opened up by each other, the last player flashed.

A body armor + night vision device + pistol + submachine gun + long-barrel hunting rifle + automatic rifle, with the ID of the "big-faced cat" on the head.

It seems to be the second batch of new players to join the game.

"Brothers, don't misunderstand it. There is no lawbreak. People are in North America and love to collect it."

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