"Luoyang...12 kilometers." Tang Yanqiu took a picture of the road sign covered with snow. The words could still be recognized on the rusty highway sign.
Alex Cong looked into the vast white distance, "We will be able to enter the city soon."
Tang Yanqiu counted his arrows and carefully put them into the quiver one by one; Tony Cheng was taking care of his guns. In front of him were an SSG69 sniper rifle, an M12S submachine gun, an MP5 submachine gun, and a Desert Eagle pistol. These guns were all obtained from Zhuang Yao. Although he had come into contact with many high-end weapons when he was in the army, most of them were Chinese standard weapons. Zhuang Yao's arsenal provided him with many choices. When he left, he almost emptied Zhuang Yao's arsenal. Many times, everyone remembered that he was a natural force evolution person, but forgot that he was a perfect iron-blooded special forces soldier.
Deng Xiao showed great interest in these weapons, but after Tony Cheng gave him a warning glare, he didn't dare to touch them. He just sat beside them, watching them eagerly and pestering Tony Cheng to explain them to him.
Zhuang Yao came over and asked, "How many bullets are left in the Gatling gun?"
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