Chen Lu snorted coldly.

"This dog thief still volunteered to stay. With this horse, when something really happens, he will run faster than anyone else."

Zhao Xueqing's face was cold.

"How did this kind of villain become a professional-level sharpshooter?"

Chen Lu curled her lips.

"The bullets are fed!

"The sharpshooter profession has enough bullets and enough resources to always feed it. The problem of feeding more and feeding less.

"Do you think he is like a person who lacks bullets? Like a person who lacks resources?

"Even if he is a professional-level sharpshooter, he is just a shameless person who harms the public and gains personal gain!"

Zhao Xueqing looked at the white latte.

"I thought that with 30,000 bullets, I might be able to feed your indicator three.

"Why……"

She sighed and turned and left.

...

Bai Latte and Chen Lu separated and went to the cesspool.

The autumn wind is bleak and a little cold.

Wrap the coat tighter.

This Black Tiger Captain is really thick-skinned and disgusting.

The situation was so dangerous, and so many people had died, but in his head, he was thinking about the bullets?

There is another reason to complete indicator three as soon as possible!

And, White Latte thought of another question.

“Although, I practice indicator three, I don’t lack bullets at all.

"Although, no one is approaching the cesspool.

"But, I fired one shot at a time, and people in the distance could hear it.
Chapter completed!