"Although I don't think it's possible for those rats to come over again, having these weapons around does make me feel more at ease." Wei Ran was the first to acknowledge Marshall's efforts.

“We have prepared more than just these things”

While Randy was speaking, he had already fastened the tent door tightly as he had done in the past when secretly drinking beer.

Will, the black man, also bent down and pulled out a wooden box covered by a blanket from under his bed.

As the box was opened, Wei Ran's eyes immediately widened. There were no less than 20 MARKII grenades in this not-so-big box!

"Did you prepare this too?" Wei Ran looked at Marshall and asked.

The latter spread his hands and said nonchalantly as usual, "It's just a box of grenades."

"Stop talking about this"

Tom snatched the cigar from Marshall's hand and took a puff, then winked at the black man Will, who immediately closed the lid of the box, covered it with a blanket again, and pushed it back to the corner under the bed.

Until this moment, Tom made a arrogant suggestion, "Now that we are all injured, if nothing happens, we won't have to do anything for at least half a month in the future, so Victor, should you go get some beer?"

Come and celebrate?”

"Then we have to wait until I get some sleep."
Chapter completed!