Chapter 71 Dead Person
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The next morning, over twenty freshmen donned black-red armor, their backs laden with various extravagantly designed weapons, assembling outside the hotel.
Each one had a high-power pistol at their waist and nine assorted metal bombs hanging behind them, fully armed and looking murderous.
As for the classmate who had been injured by a grenade, he was still lying in the medical room, recuperating, expected to be bedridden for a week.
Soon, the respective squads sent roofless, modified off-road vehicles to pick them up, and each of them, agile in form, jumped aboard.
It couldn't be helped; clad in battle armor, their figures were already bulky, and with the addition of weapons starting at 2 meters in length, they simply couldn't fit in vehicles with roofs.
Standing atop the off-road vehicle, Justin Welan, leaning on his heavy shield, suddenly asked in curiosity, "Jack, why do I feel like your armor looks better than ours?"