Gao Yang already knew what the old man lying on the car window was named Rotstosky, an old man who always looked gentle and charming, even though he was old, always showed a sense of loneliness intentionally or unintentionally.

Rotstosky did not leave immediately. He lay next to the window and whispered: "We need to gather and then go in. Also, it is difficult to be silent throughout the whole process."

Yarebin waved his hand and whispered: "Go."

Rotstosky nodded, then stood up and left. After walking a few steps, he reached out and took off the hat on his head, and then waved his hand inadvertently.

Walking to a car, Rotstosky opened the car door and threw the hat in his hand into the car. Then, Gao Yang saw that old men came out one after another just like in the early morning.

After Gao Yang turned off the car, he whispered to Yarebin: "What do we do?"

Yarebin shrugged: "It's likely to turn into a tough battle, so just look good, and we'll leave when they finish the work."

Gao Yang whispered: "Uh, I want to help."

Yarebin looked at Gao Yang, then frowned and said, "You? Go and wear a bulletproof vest and a helmet? Forget it, we'd better wait here."

Gao Yang immediately said: "No, no, now I need to wear casual clothes to approach the enemy. Of course, I won't wear any bulletproof vests. I just need to bring a pistol. Well, but my suit is indeed bulletproof."

Yarebin smiled and said, "The rich are always afraid of death. Well, since you are willing to go, then go. Actually, I want to go too. Although I am not as convenient as before, my blood is burning again now. It is really uncomfortable to sit here and wait. Well, let's go."

Gao Yang loaded his m1911 in the car. He pulled the gun and put it in the holster under his armpit, then put it in the suit and got out of the car.

After slowly walking to the crowd with Yarepin, Rotstosky whispered to Yarepin: "We are waiting for Talta, we decided to bring a gun. Talta is monitoring nearby, but he will arrive soon."

Yarepin nodded, but Gao Yang said in shock: "Didn't you bring a gun this morning?"

The early morning operation did not fire a single shot, but carrying a gun was useless, and it was different from not carrying a gun at all. For Gao Yang, the action of not even carrying a gun was unimaginable.

The farmer who likes to kill people with pencils glanced at Gao Yang and whispered: "Yes."

No one paid attention to Gao Yang anymore, and Gao Yang was still in constant shock.

After waiting for a while, the old man who always smelled of smell and alcohol on his body came. When he walked to the side of the car, he suddenly stopped when he opened the trunk, and then shouted: "Warning you, it's okay to borrow my gun. But whoever dares to throw it around or mess with my gun will kill him!"

"Okay, okay, hurry up!"

After glanced at everyone around him with dissatisfaction, the drunkard muttered, "I hate you the most. No one brings a gun. I always want to lend it to me. No, I have to take a sip first."

"Talta, you really should quit drinking!"

"Be careful that you can't even hold the gun."

Ignoring the person next to me, the old drunkard picked up a large bottle of vodka from the trunk. After opening the bottle cap and taking a big sip, he burped heavily.

"Talta, it's time for you to take a shower."

The old drunkard opened a large suitcase with a lot of dust in the trunk, full of guns and magazines. Gao Yang noticed that all the guns were equipped with mufflers or models that could use mufflers, mostly pistols, and there was also a submachine gun and a short-range sniper rifle using subsonic bullets. In general, it was highly consistent with Pavlovich's previous choice with the group of black devils.

He picked up a Macklov PM pistol. Then he picked up another muffler. The old drunkard said with an intoxicated expression: "Ah, my favorite, my partner, finally use you again."

He stood aside with the gun, and while twisting the muffler to the pistol, the drunkard whispered: "Choose yourself."

Rotstosky picked up a submachine gun, then picked up two magazines, put the magazine into one of the left and right pants pockets, lifted the windbreaker he was wearing, put the submachine gun in his clothes and hid it, and laughed in a low voice: "My clothes are big, I use a submachine gun."

Another man picked up a handful of Macklov pb******, inserted it casually on his belt, and whispered as he swung his jacket up and pulled the zipper up, "Hurry up."

Someone picked up a very small pistol, and Gao Yang recognized it as a pss*********. It was a very small gun and very powerful one.

"You brought this little guy with you too? Well, I'll use it."

The old drunkard laughed in a low voice and said, "When I left, I brought all the guns I used. Who told you not to take them? A bunch of idiots!"

Yarebin coughed lightly and whispered: "I didn't bring my gun, either."

"Ah! Sorry!"

After everyone sighed, the rest took guns one after another. At this time, when the drunkard was about to close his box, Gao Yang whispered: "Sorry, can you lend me a gun? My gun does not have a muffler, I want to borrow your gun to use it."

The drunkard looked at Gao Yang coldly, then put the lid of the box down and said loudly: "No borrow!"

Generally speaking, Gao Yang would not lend his gun to others, and no one could do it, so he could only stand aside embarrassedly. But at this moment, Yarebin frowned and whispered: "Stingy! He is our boss. He offended him. Do you pay us the funds for future activities?"

The drunkard immediately opened the box with a smile on his face and said to Gao Yang: "I have a spare Makarov, not a special *******, but you can use an external muffler. The muffler has a good effect. I don't have any other pistols, so you must use my spare pistol well, otherwise I..., ahem! Get it yourself!"

Although the drunkard was smiling, Gao Yang did not doubt that there was anger under his smiling face, so he quickly took out the last pistol, then took out another magazine when he held the muffler in the grid next to the pistol with his other hand.

The drunkard's cheeks bulged a few times, closed the box, and closed the trunk.

Gao Yang was quickly loading the silencer with the spiral interface to the muzzle. After the silencer was installed, he took a look at the magazine and then knocked the magazine on his hand to prevent the bullets from being supplied to the magazine after being loaded for too long. After doing this, he loaded the magazine into the empty handle of the pistol.

The drunkard stared at Gao Yang and said, "I just checked it. You don't need to knock it. Do you think it's American?"

Yarebin coughed lightly and whispered: "Go away."
Chapter completed!