Hearing Chen Mo shout, Qiao immediately ran toward him.
"Take it, Monroe! You should use this gun. I think it suits you better!" Qiao had naturally heard all the conversation and had no objections. He ran over with the Barrett slung over his shoulder, handed it to Chen Mo, and brought all the Barrett ammunition with him.
"Thank you!" Chen Mo nodded at Qiao and took the gun and ammunition.
"Good luck!" After Chen Mo took the Barrett, Qiao patted him on the shoulder and said.
In Qiao's eyes, cooperating with a superhuman like Tina was definitely suicidal. Those superhumans used Ordinary People when they were useful, and tossed them aside like dirty rags when they were not. They did not cherish them in the slightest. So for an ordinary person to cooperate with a superhuman was absolutely asking for death.
Especially when facing the nine-headed Naga—it was suicide among suicides. But this concerned everyone's lives, so he still desperately hoped Chen Mo could kill the Naga and let them all survive.
Therefore, unable to bear it in his heart, Qiao still wished Chen Mo good luck. He hoped Chen Mo would survive and, even better, destroy the Naga.
"Move out immediately!" Tina shouted when she saw Chen Mo take the Firearms.
The nine-headed Naga in the distance would not give them much time. It was gradually drawing closer. Fortunately, it was eating the Poisonous Snake Monsters as it moved, so it was advancing rather slowly.
Chen Mo nodded at Qiao, then said to Jackson beside him, "Take care!"
Jackson was injured now. If that fellow died, there would definitely be one less chatterbox. It might get lonely later, so Chen Mo hoped he would take care of himself. At least then there would be someone to talk to.
Jackson