Coupled with proper aiming, it can almost be equivalent to an inferior sniper rifle. “What?” Old Neil squinted his eyes and looked over,
with the same puzzled expression, “Something happened here.”After the accident, Klein looked around, and sure enough, there were several men with continuous rifles searching for something.
“What’s the matter?” Old Neil approached the bar and asked the big guy who was guarding the door. The sturdy man clearly knew Old Neil, his face shook with a wry smile: “The bar was almost
demolished just now.” “It is said that a wanted guy came to buy materials and was recognized. My lord, what did he do, how dangerous he needs to be treated like this. Seeing those guns, my
legs are softer than just fooling around with the red-haired Shanny all night.” He didn’t I know what the identity of the wanted person is, and I don’t even know that the guys who come here
to buy materials are mixed with extraordinary people. “The wanted guy, do you know what his name is?” Old Neil asked with interest. “Call, call Tris,” the sturdy man answered uncertainly.
“Instigator” Tris Klein nodded suddenly, understanding what was going on. Tris didn’t know that he had been suspected by Joyce Meyer before, so he swaggered to the underground market to buy
materials, only to be recognized by informants from the “Mechanical Heart” or “Punisher” or “Night Watcher” team. Came out, sparking a fierce conflict. “Did he get caught?” Klein tapped
a black cane inlaid with silver.