White Latte never thought that there would be so many madmen, monsters, geniuses and aliens on the wasteland. Here, ordinary people could only live with caution. Until one day, the super equipment he dreamed of appeared next to the pillow. Although these super equipment had some side effects of beauty... The revolver of the infinite bullet would suddenly tremble and bit the hand holding the gun; the brand-new windbreaker would never allow the owner to bleed, even if the price was a fracture; the syringe that resurrected the dead will only decide to give treatment after the needle penetrates the skin, smelly tomato juice, lard or poison... White Latte frowned. As for super equipment, it is understandable to have a little temper. It only takes some small skills to use it.