"My name remains unchanged. I'm Mao Nineteen from Qingmu Base!" The big guy twisted and turned, trying to free his hands to clasp his fists, but he didn't want to put down the box, so he had to sniff and speak loudly.

"Oh my god! If you call it this name, it makes sense. Even this weapon can be given to you!" Pan Han immediately thought of Wei Xiaobao's good brother.

At this moment, the organizer's announcement rang out from their wristbands: "The referee panel has ruled that Mao Shijiu committed a foul! 100 zombie kills will be deducted, and the weapon will be returned to Pan Han. This ruling is final and cannot be appealed. It must be executed immediately. Otherwise, you will be disqualified from the trial."

Snap!

When Mao Shijiu heard the referee's decision, he immediately threw the box to the ground.

"It's yours. I'm leaving. Goodbye."

After saying that, he turned and left.

"Wait!" Pan Han called him and raised his bracelet in front of him.

"Referees, if the weapon belongs to me, I have the final say on how to deal with it."

"Okay!" The referee's voice came from the bracelet.

"Okay, thank you. It's okay."

After saying that, Pan Han opened the box in front of Mao Shijiu.

Sure enough, there were two 7.62mm machine guns with 5,000 rounds of bullets, a shotgun with 200 spare rounds of bullets, 12 grenades, and two one-way anti-personnel mines.

Mao Shijiu saw this and swallowed, but still curled his lips and said, "Congratulations, Pan Han."

"Brother Mao, you take a machine gun, the shotgun is yours, and the two large mines are also yours." To Mao Shijiu's surprise, Pan Han actually wanted to split it equally with him.

"Why?" Mao Shijiu asked in surprise.

"I can't carry so much by myself anyway, so what's the harm in giving you some?" Pan Han stared at him with a lustful look.