"Well, look at what gifts our American friends have brought. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Winchester M1887 shotgun!? This is the first time I've seen someone other than a collector use this lever to load an antique. Daryl used high-definition camera equipment to carefully observe the Yankees who were controlling the various key positions in the trading location.

"Ho, a Colt revolver from 1889, wait, let me zoom in. Oh! It's a checkered walnut round grip, and it looks like our Russian friends are in big trouble! This grip Colt revolver was ordered by the U.S. Marine Corps, and it seems that General Electric has hooked up with the government as soon as it was established! Daryl said, looking at the enlarged surveillance footage.

After crossing the crowd to target the Russian thief who stole the wreckage of Tian's clinic radio station, he kept leaking the progress of his transaction with the Yankees to the spies of the Tsarist Russia, so there was a scene of Yankees and Russians gathering at the trading scene today.

However, judging from the current preparations of the Yankees, they also seem to be aware of the clues that the news of the deal may have been leaked. Not only did they come, but they also brought much better weapons than Maozi, even the M10 shotgun that fired the 1887 bullet.

Judging from the current terrain of the trading venue, Maozi's people who want to grab things are estimated to be enough. Shooting in alleys and indoors with the short M1887 that can fire 10-gauge shotguns, Daryl has basically made up the scene of the polar bear being shot by a bald eagle for a while.

"I'm not very optimistic about the Hu Interception Operation of our Russian friends, these people are okay to follow and follow, but if you want to face the Bald Eagle Ma Run, I'm afraid there won't even be scum left!" Mia took a general look at the Russians' arrangement, and she didn't think much of them.

"Spicy chicken! We've been providing them with information, why did we get this little bit of people out, how can we keep up if we can't grab the goods? Everett was also very helpless when he saw Maozi's people.

"Then you have to ask our stationmaster Tian, you said that you don't need to burn a warehouse, do you need to serve all the people's hands? It's okay now, Maozi can't even get together the people, is this the rhythm that wants us to go into battle shirtless? John also felt a lot of pain after watching the surveillance footage.

John, they underestimated the Yankees' determination to get the stolen wreckage from the fire scene of Tian's clinic, look at these Ma Run scattered around the trading site, people with a little combat experience know that they can shake off those dead and leftover hairs in terms of combat effectiveness.

"It seems that after Stationmaster Tian, we are also going to start that unlucky plan B. I'll bet a dollar, these scumbags can't top three points in front of Ma Run! Mia said.

"Plan B? Let's go grab Ma Run, and then let Maozi have a yellow finch behind? Oh, God! I'm worried that after we appear, Mao Zi won't dare to play Yellow Sparrow at all! Darryl said with a sad face.

"Let's do our best, first of all, to ensure the safety of our personnel, if you can't do it, just grab something. Who let our stationmaster pretend to be overdone and wipe out all the manpower of Maozi. John said.

Tian Buzi is really a lying gun! said that he was going to infiltrate and sabotage, but he was forced into a frontal attack by the novices. Those novices started a good fight, where did they get it, pick up the explosives and throw them around as if they didn't want money, Mao Zi can now make up this person is already blessed by the gods and Buddhas.

It's really better to be counted by the sky, and I don't know if Maozi has found some ruffians to make up the numbers, and the Russian pickpocket has just appeared before the transaction has started, and someone on Maozi's side has started to do it. A Mao Zi, who was obviously drinking to strengthen his courage but was also drunk, saw the Russian pickpocket who came with a leather bag, shouted at the traitor and tried to pull out his pistol.

The scene went in the direction that John expected the hairs to be beaten, first a horse run pounced on the Russian pickpocket who came to trade, and then someone immediately shot down the hairy man who couldn't pull out the guns.

Soon both men drew their guns and joined in the fire, and then the well-trained horses quickly gained the upper hand. The advantage of the M1887 shotgun's fan-shaped strike range is infinitely expanded in close combat, and the huge stopping force of the 10-gauge shotgun makes the hit Maozi almost immediately ineffective.

It's flowered! Almost as soon as John cursed the word shit, the hairs were spent.

"Head, I want to ask if we still have a Plan C? There is basically no one who can stand up at the bottom, if we want to implement Plan B, who are we going to play to? Everett asked John.

"Shut up! Staring at that pickpocket, that little slippery head wouldn't be stupid enough to come to the trading site with something. John was clearly irritated by the drunken hair.

"Okay, what I want to say is that if Maozi's intelligence agents are of this level, we shouldn't bother digging into their intelligence network. Are you sure those hairs aren't here to be funny? Mia stared at what was happening on the surveillance footage, and she swore it was the funniest ambush scene she'd ever seen.

In the surveillance footage, Ma Run, who pounced on the Russian pickpocket, eagerly opened the bag brought by the pickpocket, and then he showed a disappointed expression on his face, and John guessed correctly that the little slippery head was not stupid enough to carry something with him.

The leading American Ma Run blew a whistle, and his men began to replenish the guns of the undead Mao Zi one by one. When all the horses had made a safe gesture, a white man in a suit appeared, and after a brief conversation with the Russian pickpocket, he pulled out a pocket full of pounds and gold coins.

"Kill those Ma Runs, and snatch that pickpocket! Maybe we still have a chance. John said after staring at the surveillance screen for a moment.

"As you wish!" Everett heard John's order and picked up the MK11 sniper rifle leaning against the corner of the table.

Burst! An American Marun, who was standing on guard from a high place, was shot in the chest by Everett with a muffler-equipped MK11 sniper rifle and fell like a sandbag.

“Enemy /attack！ (Enemy attack)" saw that his companion was hit, and Ma Run, who was nearby, shouted loudly.

Then Ma Run, who was in the lead, immediately lowered the figure of the man in the suit and leather shoes, and led him to a sheltered place. Judging from the reaction speed of these Ma Runs, those scum and scum Maozi did not lose unjustly.

"Ma Run took the mouse to the A14 area, and the big boss was taken by Ma Run to the C24 area." Mia radioed the information she saw from the surveillance device and shared it with John and the others in real time.

"Roger, send the indigenous action team to feint against the big boss, and we will go and retrieve the rats." John radios Mia.

No sooner had than turned the corner of the street when the five members of the Marun team who had restrained the Russian pickpocket saw a black cylindrical object rolling towards their feet.

Bang! After a loud bang and a burst of dazzling white light, Ma Run only felt that his ears were buzzing and his eyes were so painful that he couldn't open them.

"Drop?/your?/weapon!" Immediately afterward, the Maruns heard someone shouting at them in English.