"The other side probably doesn't know, our Spirit Beast Gang has taken on the task of disposing expired ammunition!"
Ansheng mumbled as he looked at his phone, remembering the group of high-shouldered, kirin-armed crazed monkeys at home. He never thought the Spirit Beast Gang would lose out in firepower.
The crazed monkeys at home now shiver at the sight of the mountain of discarded bullet boxes piled up in the warehouse.
"No way, we have to push back, I'm too lazy to go over losses in other areas, but losing in firepower alone is intolerable..."
Ansheng replied to Jin Wanlin, asking her to prepare a bigger boat; he's bringing monkeys and machine guns to ensure the opponent gets acute brass poisoning.
"Hmm?"
After replying to the WeChat message, Ansheng suddenly felt an itch on his backside. As he instinctively glanced over.
He saw Ah Qing, holding a syringe, injecting him right on the butt.
