"Brother Jiang, do you have anything else?" Zhang Xiaobei was puzzled by Jiang Changhai's actions. At this time, they should be racing against the clock. Why had Jiang Changhai called out to him again?
Could it be that he had discovered something new?
"Little brother Zhang, have you ever used firearms? If you have, take a couple from these people's hands, just in case," Jiang Changhai said, pausing before he continued, "Don't worry, I'll vouch for you. Feel free to use them without fear of bringing you any trouble."
Zhang Xiaobei had thought about this earlier, but unfortunately, from the moment he left his mother's womb until now, he had only seen guns and had never touched these things.
It wasn't just about using them; he probably wouldn't be able to perform even the most basic operations smoothly. Of course, he could pull the trigger and spray bullets wildly, but what was the point of that?