The next morning, more than twenty freshmen wore black-red armor and gathered outside the hotel with all sorts of exaggeratedly shaped weapons on their backs.
They all had a high-power pistol strapped around their waists and nine differently shaped metal bombs hanging behind them, fully armed and exuding a killing aura.
As for the student who was injured by the grenade, he was still in the medical room for recovery, expected to stay there for a week.
Soon, each team assigned an off-road vehicle with no roof to pick them up, and they all hopped on agilely.
Wearing the battle armor, their bodies were already bulky, not to mention the 2 meters long weapons they carried. They couldn't even fit into a car with a roof.
Standing on the off-road vehicle, Justin Welan, who was holding a heavy shield, suddenly asked curiously, "Jack, why does your battle armor look better than ours?"
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