Chapter 687: Upgrade Game 13

Chapter 687 Upgrade Game 13

Gunshots sounded from all directions.

The man can see himself, but he cannot see him.

Fu Anan was stunned for a second, and the bullet hit her foot again.Findd new stories at novelhall.com

Thank you for being a master of body strokes.

Looking at the direction in which the second bullet was fired, she judged that the opponent hit the south.

Correspondingly, she began to look for the mound to hide.

There were bumps and bumps along the way, and gunshots continued from behind.

The human body stroke master can hit two shots with his eyes closed.

One shot hit the body armor she was wearing, and one shot wounded her arm.

Fu An'an let out a muffled snort, panicked for a while, and then seemed to have stepped on some wheel and rolled down under his feet.

should be a ladder.

She rolled from top to bottom.

Severe pain came from his shoulder, Fu Anan couldn't bear it anymore, and exhaled in pain.

"I x you meow."

She covered her shoulders and cursed in a low voice, then stood up to check where it was.

It was pitch black inside.

She took out the lighter and lit it up.

The vaulted top, like a tunnel, looks like an air-raid shelter.

There is a box at the door, all of which are flashlights.

There are two boxes of bread, each with 40 pieces.

There are two boxes of mineral water, each with 40 bottles.

One box of medicine, 15 boxes of hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder, 15 boxes of amoxicillin, 15 boxes of painkillers

The remaining ten boxes are weapons.

The long wooden box contains six new rifles.

A box contains accessories such as magnifying glass, expansion and so on.

The four boxes are full of bullets, and it feels like thousands of rounds.

A box contained bulletproof vests, and Fu Anan counted six pieces in total.

There are about 20 grenades in a box.

In the remaining three boxes, one contains a long bazooka, and the other two boxes contain three shells.

She is rich!

She became stronger!

I want to take the bazooka and go out to seek revenge on the shooter.

But there is no rush.

She sat down and took off her coat and body armor.

The bullet on the back shoulder was embedded in the flesh, and the surrounding skin was raised high because of this.

Fu Anan turned her head, looked at the wound on it, lit the lighter to sterilize the kitchen knife.

Then she stuffed a piece of cloth into her mouth, cut the protruding skin with a kitchen knife, and forcibly pulled out the bullet from the flesh.

Without any anesthesia measures.

Cut a piece of his own flesh with his own hands, and the severe pain caused the veins in Fu Anan's neck to bulge.