"What is this?"
Picking up the leftmost model on the bed, Su Mo studied it closely and asked out of curiosity.
Judging by its appearance, the model resembled a bazooka. It was cylindrical and pitch-black inside, making it impossible to tell what kind of ammunition it held. Beneath the cylinder was a rather authentic-looking shoulder mount. Coupled with its overall design, it gave off the vibe of a short-range surface-to-air anti-aircraft missile from the Civilization Era.
However, there was one problem. So far, no flying alien race had been spotted in the wasteland, nor were there any aerial threats. Developing a missile seemed somewhat impractical.
