Gradually, the firearms Qing Chen and his group had captured increased in number, and he alone carried over ten magazines on him, which amounted to more than three hundred rounds!
Even his left arm, which was injured, had been healed with medication. At this moment, he wielded an automatic rifle in each hand, firing left and right.
Qing Chen had even set aside some targets for the raccoons to help them level up, in order to motivate them to work.
This made the raccoons even more excited, and they simply took off their shirts and continued jumping.
However, just as they took off their shirts, Qing Chen looked up and saw hundreds of players rushing towards them from the left. Turning his head again, he saw another group of hundreds of players charging from the right.
He was stunned for a moment: "Is this really that effective?"
The raccoons were also surprised. Had they attracted so many people themselves?
