"Bring whatever you can."
As they were approaching the island, the supplies and dry food had already been prepared. The boxes were filled with neatly arranged weapons, and the magazines were all prepared on the side.
Without saying anything, song qingxiao carried a backpack full of food, water, and medical supplies. Although she did not know how to shoot, she still had a gun in her hand. These things were not only used to deal with the crisis on the island, but also to deter the other participants.
'Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!' The collision sounds rang out at the same time. Under such a dense collision, the ship was already creaking as if it was about to disintegrate.
Zhou xuli's expression was somewhat grave, and her eyes were filled with anxiety as she stared at the island that was getting closer and closer. In just a few seconds, her pale face was drenched in sweat. She licked her lips a few times, and with a 'Dong' sound, a part of the ship's rear had caved in.
