Gu Long stared at Black Hand with a warning in his eyes.

"The rules in the trading bazaar are that you must hand in your weapons before you can enter. If you don't hand over your weapons, you can only leave."

He has said it very politely.

The black hand held the butterfly knife in his hand tightly. He was sure that within one second, he would insert the butterfly knife into the neck of the man in front of him.

But he was not sure that he could dodge the bullets fired by the guards on the Wengcheng wall.

What's more, there are already several guards around who have focused their attention.

No matter how awesome he is, he can't dodge bullets.

"To hand it over or not to hand it over!" Gu Long said impatiently.

Damn, there are so many people queuing up behind me.

It has been very busy in the past few days, with people coming in one after another from 7 a.m. to 6 p.m.

Continuous operations and repetitive tasks have made them lose their patience.

Black Hand's eyes were cold, but he still handed over the butterfly knife in his hand.

"Turn around and search yourself." Gu Long looked at him with squinted eyes.

Blackhand could only turn around and accept the inspection.

The inspectors groped around and found no weapons or dangerous items.

"Next one." Gu Long stopped paying attention to him and shouted towards the back.

In this area of ​​Oil City, even if you are a dragon, you have to lie down for me.

There is no other reason but one, strength!

The Dazhangshu Base has been saving up for so many years, and once it is made public.

For these survivor teams outside, they are the best!

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Chapter completed!