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

Seeing that Austin and others had come round, Harry didn't take any supplement. He yawned and left.


By now, Harry had not slept for thirty straight hours, only resting a little while meditating. He was so energetic just because of heaven and earth's wonderful performance, and now his tense nerves are slightly loosened, and he immediately feels sleepy.


When Harry returned to the living area, he found that everyone was still sleeping.


It was a long distance from the wall. The team members had fought for a whole night and were much more tired than Austin. In addition, with the presence of Harry, they didn't need to be on guard at all, so they were still sleeping soundly.


After taking a shower casually, Harry wore a bathrobe and got into the room in a daze, ready to sleep.


When he lay down, he found someone lying on the bed. Subconsciously, Harry thought it was Lea. Without thinking too much, he wrapped her arms around her waist and fell asleep.


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