Chapter 1724

Gao Yang already knows the name of the old man lying on the window. His name is roztowski. An old man who always looks gentle and charming although he is old will always show a sense of loneliness intentionally or unintentionally.

Rostowski didn't leave immediately. He was still lying by the window and whispered, "we need to gather and then go in. Also, it's difficult to be silent all the way."

Alebin waved and whispered, "go."

Rostowski nodded, then got up and left. After taking a few steps, he reached out to take off his hat, and then waved his hand seemingly inadvertently.

When he came to a car, rostowski opened the door and threw his hat 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 yalebin, "what shall we do?"

Yalebin shrugged and said, "this is likely to become a tough battle, so just watch. We'll leave when they finish."

"Well, I want to help," he said in a low voice

Yalebin looked at Gao Yang, then frowned and said, "you? Go in bulletproof vests and helmets? Forget it, we'd better wait here."

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

Yalebin smiled and said, "rich people are always afraid of death. Well, since you are willing to go, go. In fact, I also want to go. Although my action is not as convenient as before, now my blood is burning again. It's really uncomfortable to sit here and wait. OK, let's go."

Gao Yang loaded his M1911 in the car, opened the gun and put it in the quick draw sleeve under his armpit. Then he adjusted his suit and got out of the car.

After walking slowly to the side of the crowd with yalebin, rostowski whispered to yalebin, "we are waiting for Tata. We decided to bring a gun. Tata is watching nearby, but he will arrive soon."

Yalebin nodded, but Gao Yang was shocked and said, "you didn't bring a gun this morning?"

The early morning action didn't open a gun, but it's useless to bring a gun. It's different from not bringing a gun at all. For Gao Yang, the action without a gun makes him unimaginable.

The farmer who liked to kill with a pencil looked high and said in a low voice, "yes."

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

After waiting for a moment, the old man who always exudes the smell of wine and wine came. When he went to the car and opened the trunk, he suddenly stopped his hand, and then shouted, "warn you, you can borrow my gun, but whoever dares to throw or mess with my gun, I'll crush him!"

"All right, all right, hurry up!"

After glancing at the people around him, the drunkard muttered, "I hate you most. No one carries a gun. I always want to borrow it from me. No, I have to have a drink first."

"Tata, you really should stop drinking!"

"Be careful, you can't hold the gun stably."

Ignoring the people nearby, the old drinker picked up a large bottle of vodka from the trunk, opened the bottle cap, took a big sip, and then belched heavily.

"Tata, it's time for you to take a bath."

The old drunkard opened a big suitcase with a lot of dust in the trunk. It was full of guns and magazines. Gao Yang noticed that those guns were all equipped with silencers or models that can use silencers. Most of them were pistols. In addition, there was a submachine gun and a short-range sniper rifle using subsonic bullets. Generally speaking, It is highly consistent with Pavlovic's previous choice with those black demons.

He picked up a maklov PM pistol, and then picked up a muffler. The old drunkard said with an intoxicated expression: "ah, my favorite, my partner, finally use you again."

He stood aside with a gun. While screwing the muffler on the pistol, the drunkard whispered, "choose yourself."

Rostowski picked up a submachine gun, then picked up two magazines, put one magazine in his left and right trouser pockets, lifted his windbreaker, put the submachine gun in his clothes, hid it, and whispered with a smile: "my clothes are big, I use a submachine gun."

Another man picked up a marklov Pb ************, casually inserted it into his belt, swung up his jacket, and when he zipped up, he whispered, "hurry up."

A man picked up a very small pistol. Gao Yang recognized it as a PSS *************************************************************************.

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

The old drunkard whispered with a smile, "I took all my guns when I left. Who told you not to take them, a bunch of fools!"

Jarebin coughed softly and whispered, "I didn't bring my gun either."

"Ah! I'm sorry!"

After a burst of sobbing, the rest took a gun one after another. At this time, when the drunkard was about to close his box, he raised his voice and whispered, "sorry, can you lend me a gun? My gun doesn't have a silencer. I want to borrow your gun."

The drunkard took a cold look, slapped the lid down and said loudly, "don't borrow it!"

Generally speaking, Gao Yang won't lend his gun to others, and no one can, so he can only stand aside. However, at this time, yalebin frowned and whispered, "stingy! He's our boss. If you offend him, you'll pay us for our 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 ************************************************************************************************

Although the drunkard was smiling, Gao Yang had no doubt that there was anger under his smiling face, so he quickly took out the last pistol, and then took out a magazine when holding the silencer in the grid next to the pistol in his other hand.

The drunkard puffed up his cheeks a few times, closed the box, and then closed the trunk.

Gao Yang is quickly installing the silencer with screw interface on the muzzle of the gun. After the silencer is installed, he takes a look at the magazine, and then knocks the magazine on his hand to prevent the poor supply of bullets after the bullets in the magazine have been loaded for too long. After doing this, he puts the magazine into the empty handle of the pistol.

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

Jarebin coughed softly and whispered, "let's go."

The drunkard immediately turned and left. Then Gao Yang found that when he turned, he took down the hammer head hidden in his back waist. Then he stuffed the hammer handle into his sleeve and squeezed the hammer head in his hand.