Harry traveled to the apocalypse world and was besieged by zombies! When he was on the verge of death, the divine-level refit system descended!
Refit the car and run over the zombies!
Refit pistol to the submachine gun! Da! Zombie guys, let me send you to heaven!
The sniper rifle was changed into a cannonball! Zombies perished!
The refitted tank soared into the sky! Refitted missiles! A precise blow!
The weapons were continuously upgraded, and the power was getting stronger and stronger!
If you were poor, you could use tactics; if you were rich, you could blow up!
Were you jealous? Envy?
Join Harry's team and make sure that there are enough bullets and food!

Doomsday: I Can Refit Divine-level Equipment

The team members moved boxes of ammunition to the armored cars and soon filled the cars. Everyone was sweating because of tiredness, but they all smiled. 


"Have a rest and drink some water before going to the next place!" Harry waved at them.


Although the members had drunk the physical drinks, they were not made of iron. They were tired after moving so many things. Harry didn't want them to be exhausted. Otherwise, they would be in danger.


James took out bottles of water and handed them to everyone. "Come on, have an energy drink. Let's empty the last armory as fast as we can!"


"You are so excited!" Harry rolled his eyes at him.


James was so excited to see arms that he didn't want to stop even he was tired. 


"Ha-ha!" James scratched his head in embarrassment.


Chapter 95 A Stupid Mercenary Team