Exoskeletons are convenient to wear, but not so convenient to take off.
The Old Soldier in the small woods struggled for a while before he finally removed all his gear and handed it over to "Kakarot."
"Bro, I entrust you with my clothes!"
Now, he was only wearing a tattered sack and carrying another, looking even more like a scavenger than actual scavengers, prompting Old Black to almost dig out his wallet.
"Kakarot" straightforwardly reached out his hand.
"What about the VM? Hand it over too."
"Damn! How will I mark my location without the VM?"
"Are you stupid? Can't you just log off and mark it on the official website?" "Kakarot" rolled his eyes, "Besides proving that you're a resident of the shelter, does that thing have any other use?"
"Oh… right, I can log off and report the location."
The Battlefield Atmosphere Group suddenly realized this and decisively removed the VM from his arm, stuffing it into "Kakarot's" hands.
