"System, how many dollars will it cost to bring 200 bullets back to the apocalyptic world?" Yasin asked again.
[Calculating...]
[It costs 46,000 US dollars to bring 200 bullets back to the apocalyptic world.]
There is still more than ten thousand dollars left.
Yasin frowned slightly. With the more than 30,000 US dollars he had now, he could only bring back about 120 to 130 bullets.
More than one hundred and twenty rounds, this is not a small number.
However, this feeling of being short of money made Yasin feel extremely unhappy.
Obviously, there were hundreds of millions of dollars of wealth in front of him, but it had nothing to do with him and he couldn't get a penny, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Harry Brant..."
Yasin looked at the luxury Cadillac SUV not far away, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he ordered the system: "System, take me back to the apocalyptic world!"
"Also, take all the bullets I can carry to the apocalyptic world!"
