Ammunition is placed in a glass cabinet.

Can you believe it?

A pair of silver bracelets were left on the messy tabletop of a desk.

There are also batons.

Looking at the iron fence of the detention room next to him, Zhou Dachui, who was drinking water from the water dispenser, screamed "Ouch" and fell to the ground.

"Boy, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing the little orphan suddenly falling to the ground, the operator's aunt was immediately startled and ran over to check. Unexpectedly, there was a "click" and a pair of silver bracelets appeared on her wrists, and the other end of the handcuffs was cuffed by Zhou Dachui.

On the iron fence of the detention room.

"Hey hey hey, I want to borrow some guns.

In order not to be disturbed by aunt, I can only ask you to stay here well."

After handcuffing the operator to the iron fence of the detention room and quickly rolling to the side, away from his aunt who might catch him with her other arm, Zhou Dachui said honestly.

"What are you doing? Do you know what you are doing? Are you crazy?"

Ignoring the yelling of the operator's aunt, Zhou Dachui directly took an M1 carbine with a scope from the wall, put it on his back, smashed the glass of the weapon cabinet with a baton, put two M1911s on his waist, and then held

The classic police shotgun Remington 870 is loaded with bullets.

It's stable, I have the equipment to fight the clown.

leftover...
Chapter completed!