Buck didn't care about Gulisa's movements, he focused on his movements.

The exterior is colorful and the interior is old and simple, and it seems that people will suddenly rush out of every corner, so carefully controlling the details of the sounds that can be heard by each ear may save your life.

There were dozens of steps, no guns hitting, no footsteps rubbing, only the phone microphone that was not on the shoulder strap of Buck's backpack was echoing: "When it was the third floor, there was a blind window on the left hand, which should be in the fifth square from top to bottom, and you could touch a door key and open the door of 306..."

Buck was fully focused and did not let himself slack off at all. Just like Agent Yue Lan and North Korean agents whom I met in Canada, the fight on this front was almost always a life-and-death moment, without any friendship to talk about. Don’t think that if you look down on people, you will have any incense. Buck became more and more aware that you need to be careful.

His fingers did touch the key stuck in the blinds with tape. When he opened the door, he pulled Gulisa to the wall and reached out to unlock the lock. God knew what was behind the door panel, so Buck didn't touch it carefully to check the door leaf. He pushed it open directly. He stuck it on the outside wall and heard the door leaf hitting the other side with a bang. There was no reaction in the entire corridor.

Gulisa thought Buck was a little nervous, so she leaned over to see it, but Buck held her head and pushed her behind her, and then he turned sideways and walked in carefully.

The room aisle was empty. Buck glanced at the ground without any tripping mechanism. He rushed over with a few big steps and took a quick look at the rooms with unexpected speed. He then relaxed the whole room in one breath.

Mixue'er's voice on the phone was not fluctuating at all: "When you enter the room, do you see anything? OK, your task is to give these supplies that were placed here in advance to democratic people who are in urgent need of strength..."

Buck smiled a little sneered. The only thing that could be said to be special in the room was a box against the wall, the kind of leather suitcase, skillfully and quickly sewed it along the opening with a surgical blade to avoid any thread being pulled open, and a whole box of pistols!

Isn’t it just to give weapons to the rioters? You’re so kind!

Buck responded and confirmed the delivery location, and Mixue finally hung up the phone.

Twenty 1911 pistols are not brand new, but in this case, as long as they are guns that can kill people, the attack on the military and police is another level for rioters who have guns. At least for people like Buck, three or five companions, they basically dare to launch a raid on a standard ten-person level, not to mention assassinating one or two sentries and patrol soldiers. After seizing the rifle, urban guerrilla warfare can be easily launched!

Match itself is very small, but if you know how to attract fire, you can burn the entire forest by using it. It is much more effective than drilling wood to make fire.

Buck put on blue gloves and began to take out the closely arranged pistols one by one. He fired one by one to confirm that the gun parts were not short. Although they were worn out, the rifle and striker were obviously maintained and could be used normally. He even carefully checked the bullets in several magazines and confirmed that there were no traps left to cause self-destruction. Only then did he start to pack fifty magazines and twenty pistols.

Gulisa had questions and wanted to speak. As soon as she opened her mouth, Buck made a move to silence her fingers. She stopped saying a word, squatted beside Buck, took his gloves and put them on, and began to clean up.

Both of them carried a travel backpack. The 1911 pistol, which was just over two pounds, was slightly wrapped with a towel and a T-shirt to avoid friction, would still weigh dozens of pounds. The feeling of carrying iron lumps in the bag was very obvious, so Buck inserted all the unloaded pistols on his waist belt. Gulisa pulled her T-shirt a little blushed and exposed her waist, but she asked Buck to help her insert it and fix it. Buck tried to prevent herself from experiencing her solid and smooth waist from with the sturdy and slipping the belt. She tightened the belt and fixed the gun. In the end, two or three left in the bag with the magazine, and the two went out together.

It was like a circle of iron sand belts weighing more than ten pounds on her waist. Gulisa's walking movements were abnormal. In the corridor, Buck pulled out the most convenient one to tell Gulisa how to shoot quickly using this world's most model pistol, which is the king of pistols: "You can load it all the time. As long as your palm is not held tightly, the gun will not get fire. Of course, the thumb needs to fix the insurance here, and when used, it can be done in one go, and you can shoot it if you pull it out..."

It seemed as if I could finally speak. When I walked to the sunny street, Gulisa naturally grabbed Buck's arm and whispered: "Why do you have to check so carefully? There is nothing in the room?"

Buck thought about it and almost whispered in the girl's ear: "When you are in your hometown, you should feel that I am a little different from them. Here we are together, you should also understand that I am a little cautious about them. To be clear, I am not from the same journey, and I may leave traps for us at any time..."

Gulisa covered her mouth in surprise: "That Michelle is not..." These days, except for pretending to be stern and scolding her, Buck is quite familiar with these NATO mercenaries. She drank beer and chatted about it. It looked very speculative. This hypocritical culture in the workplace is still too profound for the simple girls from the mountains.

Buck nodded: "That woman is very smart, please be careful." He also added: "For example, in the room, I suspected that there was a surveillance monitor in it watching us every move, but now when walking, she basically keeps monitoring our route. Maybe the phone can monitor what we say."

Gulisa was shivering, but she squinted her eyes and nodded slightly to Buck's itchy voice in her ear.

The two of them also found a restaurant on the side of the road for lunch, and then walked slowly along the street and the shade of trees. The entire island was less than two kilometers long and not one kilometer wide, so there was a sound of urging Buck on the walkie-talkie. Buck responded slowly: "Don't you think that the panicked actions at this time will arouse suspicion of the military and police?"

Indeed, in the situation where the streets are full of military and police, perhaps only such slow couples and tourists will not be disturbed. Buck saw that some locals were even stopped to check the items they carried, and the vehicles would be flipped through the front cabin and the rear cabin. Buck and the other two were alone and brave enough to break into the Dragon Pond, although Gu Lisa basically had a little sieve.

Turning over an elegant wall, in a clean and clean neighborhood, I saw a yard of a high-end business residence. This was the express delivery point that Mixueer asked for. The two of them pushed open the sliding door of the white carved courtyard, but at first glance they found that in the courtyard decorated with green grass and several coconut trees, there were more than a dozen soldiers with live ammunition standing facing them!

Unlike the uniforms of the military and police before, these people wore steel helmets, the helmets and military uniforms were all camouflage blue, and the badges marked on them were obviously the code name of the Mahadian powerful troops. These days, only one or two appeared in the middle of those levels as heavy firepower, but there were suddenly so many here!

Gulisa's feet, holding Buck's arm, suddenly became weak!
Chapter completed!