At night, the streets of Chicago became even more lively.

Various stall vendors were shouting, and most of the people who had just gotten off work also came out to have fun. But the atmosphere at Zhou Xuan's house was particularly quiet and even dull.

Sonny loaded the guns and ammunition in front of him, then turned his head slightly confused and asked Zhou Xuan.

"Officer Spunner, why do we have to prepare so many firearms?"

The room was filled with guns, shotguns, machine guns, pistols, etc., all of them were placed together, and there were about twenty pieces. There were also hundreds of magazines, enough to equip a special combat team.

Zhou Xuan chuckled, stood up with an automatic rifle. He casually tried the feel, and then explained to Sonny.

"This is something I specially prepared for the battle in a few days."

In order to order these guns, he spent all Spunner's coffin. In the end, he mortgaged the house, so he got these guns.

Chicago's gun management is not very strict, and as long as you have money, you can buy a lot. Moreover, he has the status of a policeman, so no one dares to care about his gun buying.

In today's era, guns are becoming more and more expensive. Because gun making technology is becoming more and more powerful, the price will naturally rise. In the past, a pistol magazine could only hold fifteen bullets, but now there are more than fifteen bullets.

Zhou Xuan had fifty rounds of bullets with guns, and he had two guns. The pistols were like this, let alone machine gun magazines.

At night, the streets of Chicago became even more lively.

Various stall vendors were shouting, and most of the people who had just gotten off work also came out to have fun. But the atmosphere at Zhou Xuan's house was particularly quiet and even dull.

Sonny loaded the guns and ammunition in front of him, then turned his head slightly confused and asked Zhou Xuan.

"Officer Spunner, why do we have to prepare so many firearms?"

The room was filled with guns, shotguns, machine guns, pistols, etc., all of them were placed together, and there were about twenty pieces. There were also hundreds of magazines, enough to equip a special combat team.

Zhou Xuan chuckled, stood up with an automatic rifle. He casually tried the feel, and then explained to Sonny.

"This is something I specially prepared for the battle in a few days."

In order to order these guns, he spent all Spunner's coffin. In the end, he mortgaged the house, so he got these guns.

Chicago's gun management is not very strict, and as long as you have money, you can buy a lot. Moreover, he has the status of a policeman, so no one dares to care about his gun buying.

In today's era, guns are becoming more and more expensive. Because gun making technology is becoming more and more powerful, the price will naturally rise. In the past, a pistol magazine could only hold fifteen bullets, but now there are more than fifteen bullets.

Zhou Xuan had fifty rounds of bullets with guns, and he had two guns. The pistols were like this, let alone machine gun magazines.

At night, the streets of Chicago became even more lively.

Various stall vendors were shouting, and most of the people who had just gotten off work also came out to have fun. But the atmosphere at Zhou Xuan's house was particularly quiet and even dull.

Sonny loaded the guns and ammunition in front of him, then turned his head slightly confused and asked Zhou Xuan.

"Officer Spunner, why do we have to prepare so many firearms?"

The room was filled with guns, shotguns, machine guns, pistols, etc., all of them were placed together, and there were about twenty pieces. There were also hundreds of magazines, enough to equip a special combat team.

Zhou Xuan chuckled, stood up with an automatic rifle. He casually tried the feel, and then explained to Sonny.

"This is something I specially prepared for the battle in a few days."

In order to order these guns, he spent all Spunner's coffin. In the end, he mortgaged the house, so he got these guns.

Chicago's gun management is not very strict, and as long as you have money, you can buy a lot. Moreover, he has the status of a policeman, so no one dares to care about his gun buying.

In today's era, guns are becoming more and more expensive. Because gun making technology is becoming more and more powerful, the price will naturally rise. In the past, a pistol magazine could only hold fifteen bullets, but now there are more than fifteen bullets.

Zhou Xuan had fifty rounds of bullets with guns, and he had two guns. The pistols were like this, let alone machine gun magazines.

At night, the streets of Chicago became even more lively.

Various stall vendors were shouting, and most of the people who had just gotten off work also came out to have fun. But the atmosphere at Zhou Xuan's house was particularly quiet and even dull.

Sonny loaded the guns and ammunition in front of him, then turned his head slightly confused and asked Zhou Xuan.

"Officer Spunner, why do we have to prepare so many firearms?"

The room was filled with guns, shotguns, machine guns, pistols, etc., all of them were placed together, and there were about twenty pieces. There were also hundreds of magazines, enough to equip a special combat team.

Zhou Xuan chuckled, stood up with an automatic rifle. He casually tried the feel, and then explained to Sonny.

"This is something I specially prepared for the battle in a few days."

In order to order these guns, he spent all Spunner's coffin. In the end, he mortgaged the house, so he got these guns.

Chicago's gun management is not very strict, and as long as you have money, you can buy a lot. Moreover, he has the status of a policeman, so no one dares to care about his gun buying.

In today's era, guns are becoming more and more expensive. Because gun making technology is becoming more and more powerful, the price will naturally rise. In the past, a pistol magazine could only hold fifteen bullets, but now there are more than fifteen bullets.

Zhou Xuan had fifty rounds of bullets with guns, and he had two guns. The pistols were like this, let alone machine gun magazines.

The room was filled with guns, shotguns, machine guns, pistols, etc., all of them were placed together, and there were about twenty pieces. There were also hundreds of magazines, enough to equip a special combat team.

Zhou Xuan chuckled, stood up with an automatic rifle. He casually tried the feel, and then explained to Sonny.

"This is something I specially prepared for the battle in a few days."

In order to order these guns, he spent all Spunner's coffin. In the end, he mortgaged the house, so he got these guns.

Chicago's gun management is not very strict, and as long as you have money, you can buy a lot. Moreover, he has the status of a policeman, so no one dares to care about his gun buying.

In today's era, guns are becoming more and more expensive. Because gun making technology is becoming more and more powerful, the price will naturally rise. In the past, a pistol magazine could only hold fifteen bullets, but now there are more than fifteen bullets.

Zhou Xuan had fifty rounds of bullets with guns, and he had two guns. The pistols were like this, let alone machine gun magazines.
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