According to many players who had defended cities, the equipment found in high-level shelters was of a very high level, with quite a lot of it even reaching the second tier—the level of black technology. However, this high-level equipment was not necessarily useful against a zombie tide, because some of it was not attack-oriented at all, but rather scientific research equipment.
After seeing the attributes of this equipment, Baozi decisively decided to purchase it!
Yet the secondhand, thirdhand, and crippled versions of Star Wars weapons he had bought in large quantities from the black market were exactly the weapons needed to fend off the zombie tide.
As the second-floor gate of the shelter slowly opened, mechanical platforms rose from the ground. There were four mechanical platforms in total.
Baozi stared at the mechanical platforms with wide eyes. Under his gaze, the steel panels flipped down one by one. Then, they revealed nothing at all!
"Nothing?!"
"How could there be nothing?"
"Are you kidding me?!"
Fengliu Knight's face turned livid. The Zombie King Hunters around him also looked at one another in bewilderment. They had never seen anything like this.
Baozi's heart gave a hard thump. He had always been the one drawing pies for others. Could it be that this time, someone had drawn a pie for him?
Just then, Fengliu Knight's communicator began beeping. Fengliu Knight glanced at it and discovered that the caller was his old rival, "Puff."
"Oh, isn't this our righteous and loyal Knight Boss? What's going on? Why do you look so awful? Don't tell me you've run into trouble?"
A delicate voice rang out through the communicator.
This planet seemed not to have developed the function of "holographic communications," but video calls were no problem. On the screen, a young woman in a blood-colored