23 Timebomb

Several models of firearms were placed disorganized on the shelf. The young man with amber eyes looked carefully from left to right. One of his hands picked up one, took a closer look, and left it. He continued this ritual again and again until he found the model that suited him. The newly selected model had a larger gun barrel and better function than the old one he had carried. At the same time, his other hand held a piece of bread that was too dry.

Next, looked at the one who still lay down lazily. Alex already work up and stared back before saying, “If we exploit our energy like yesterday, we have to waste a long time.” Ben threw a new gun on Alex’s lap. But the dark-hair man took it professionally. “If a few appear, we’d better use a gun.”

Alex changed to sit, squeezing his eyes. “Why do they talk so seriously?” Gestured him to Alexis’ group. They were discussing something with the dreamy Becky and all looked uneasy.

“Go ask them.”