As the fat man was talking, he suddenly saw a grenade missing from the neatly arranged boxes.

Lin Yi patted his pockets, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"My hands are fast enough."

The fat man didn't care so much, he picked up the grenade neatly and stuffed it into his pocket.

Not to be outdone, Lao Hu kicked some grenades, carried a hundred-type submachine gun on his back, and put a few bags of bullets into his pocket.

Then he squatted on the ground, humming a little tune, and pressed bullets into the magazine one by one.

"It's going to be a big hit this time."

"No. It's been years since I touched a gun, and my hands are extremely itchy."

Lin Yi is naturally not left behind either.

How uncomfortable it would be to have the skill of sharpshooter but never fire a gun!

This time, as Lao Hu and Lao Hu said, the damn market is booming!

He loaded the magazine in an orderly manner, and suddenly his shoulder was tapped by Yingzi.

Yingzi shouted in a panic, "Brother Lin, you... behind you..."
Chapter completed!