"He has supernatural powers that allow him to instantly refill an empty magazine with ammunition." An Lingya's eyes didn't seem to show he was joking, but it still made people feel unbelievable.
"Are you sure he's not trying to stay and become a magician?" Han Zixin was still a little skeptical.
An Lingya has never been unreliable.
But this statement is really shocking.
"At first we also doubted its authenticity, but I took him to weapons room No. 2. You are also familiar with the situation of No. 2. Do you dare to believe that he filled the ammunition of all the guns in the armory within two minutes?" An Lingya was also helpless.
It was hard for him not to believe this fact.
Han Zixin was rarely silent.
She didn't see this with her own eyes, but she had to believe An Lingya's words.
"I know this is hard to accept. It took me a long time to digest it. You just came back from a mission. Go and rest first." An Lingya saw that she looked tired and noticed the dried blood on her body.
The situation outside is getting worse day by day. Zombies can survive for three to four years without food or water.
How would the few remaining survivors survive during this period? What should he do as a leader?
These are all issues that require careful consideration.
Nodding, Han Zixin sat up from the sofa, walked to the door and looked back, lowering his head and hesitating to speak: "Lingya..."
"What's wrong?" An Lingya was holding his chin with his hand in deep thought, his thin lips tightly pursed, and he raised his long eyebrows to look at her in confusion.
"When are you going to give me a child?"
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