"Fuck! I just burned incense for you!"
"Can't take a little praise, huh?"
Gu Sheng watched the ten slots on the wheel reveal themselves, laced his hands behind his head, and swore.
After a moment's thought, he added, "But I forgive you!"
He looked through the slots one by one: a purple suit, six AKs, a stack of Experience Books, six boxes of rifle ammunition, a pair of tactical boots, a carton of Marlboros, six boxes of Liuwei Dihuang Pills, a case of Luobawang snail rice noodles, and a box of large condoms...
Of course, there was something new, too.
An RPG-7.
Gu Sheng rather liked this oversized skyrocket.
He had never played with one before. It was pretty exciting.
He took the launcher and rocket warhead out of the system to fiddle with them, then shouldered the launcher to try it out.
Gu Sheng was itching to give it a go, but fortunately, he still remembered he was at home.
He stuffed the RPG-7 back into his storage space, returned to the bedroom, lifted the bed sheet, and dragged two more bags out from under the bed, collecting the money inside.
"Draw!"
The wheel flashed, and its ten slots revealed themselves in sequence.
"Fuck!" Gu Sheng swore. Fucking hell, two draws in a row without anything good. This was getting intolerable!
A leopard-print shirt, three rockets, a stack of Experience Books, an Individual Heavy Weapons skill book, six Military Adrenaline Injections, a gold tiger-head belt, six bottles of Indian Divine Oil, a case of canned beef, a military knife, and a four-meter spear.
Gu Sheng's expression shifted. That had come at just the right time.
He immediately learned Individual Heavy Weapons.
It covered individual heavy weapons including, but not limited to, heavy machine guns, rockets, and mortars.
"Fuck, if