Ma Qiao didn't know if he had slept or not, his consciousness seemed to be awake but not awake, in the haze, he saw Yi Haitian changing clothes, Yi Haitian saw him widowed in both eyes, grabbed a piece of clothing and threw it to him, and said, "Put this in it." ”

Ma Qiao thought to himself, the material of this dress is not good, and it still hurts when he smashes it on his hands, "Uncle Yi, I have worn enough, it's not cold." ”

Yi Haitian smiled, and said while sorting out his clothes: "The clothes on your body can keep you warm, and this dress of mine can keep you alive." ”

What's the horse? Survival? Ma Qiao thought to himself, he didn't come here to give his life, he came to deliver money, didn't he? He picked up the garment to see what it was.

"Put it on, it's body armor."

Ma Qiao turned from stupid to stupid, "No...... No, Uncle Yi, do you still want to shoot? ”

"No, it's possible to get shot."

Ma Qiao sensed that the danger was imminent at this moment, could he really have no return?

"Let's go, bring this." Yi Haitian put two black things in his hand and c_s them on the book.

Ma Qiao is no stranger to CS, Counter-Strike, when he was in the dormitory, he often played with potatoes and them, sniping, throwing grenades, all kinds of thrilling and exciting! Is he going to enter a real thrilling stab world today that he never thought possible?

"Tear gas! It won't kill anyone! Yi Haitian said.;