Capítulo 143: You… dying?

Under Hobe's guidance, the team gathered in an empty room, surrounded by an array of weapons and gear laid out on tables.

Hobe stood at the center, his demeanor calm yet focused as he directed his teammates through the preparation process.

"Let's start with the firearms," Hobe announced, his voice steady as he picked up a compact yet powerful firearm, examining it with a critical eye. "You need something that packs a punch but won't weigh us down."

As Carlos scanned the array of heavy artillery, Hobe's hand darted out, snagging a robust shotgun and handing it to him with a determined expression. "Carlos, this will be good in your hand."

"Huh? Me? You're choosing my weapon?"

"Uh, yes?"

Carlos blinked in surprise, his brows furrowing as he hesitated to accept the weapon. "But Hobe, this isn't my usual choice," he protested.