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

"Alpha Dog, check the specific condition of the A-level and B-level mutants in the corpse tide!"


Harry turned to look away and said to Alpha Dog.


There were too many corpse tides here. Even with the calculation ability of Alpha Dog, it would take some time to check them out one by one.


"Sir, there are 360 B-level mutants in total among the 19,873,241 zombies. All of the 356 mutants are normal, and four of them have absorbed enough energy and are evolving!"


"There are so many B-level mutants, but only four of them are qualified to evolve? How terrifying the energy required from B-level to A-level!" Lea exclaimed.


Chapter 325 Missiles, Shoot