Fang Heng raised his head and asked Chen Yu.
"The federation's elite teams are all equipped with pistols, right?"
"Uh, not all of them. Pistols are still very rare in the game at this stage. We only have 12 people equipped with them, and each person only has 15 bullets."
"That's enough. I have a plan. I'll have to trouble your team to do something for me this afternoon."
What? A plan?
A plan to get the magnetic card?
Fang Heng leaned over and whispered into Chen Yu's ear, "Help me move the logs later."
Move the logs?
Chen Yu looked at Fang Heng with a baffled expression.
What did the plan to kill the Lickers and move the logs have in common?
He felt that Fang Heng's train of thought was a little too out of the ordinary.
"Yes, move the logs first. Also, you'll need a little bit of skill when you move them."
