Chapter 685: Upgrade Game 11

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!

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.