Yakov walked to the back and noticed that Rozan was also ready with the latter's hunting rifle. "How many bullets are left?"
"If it's for handgun, there are still a few thousands. But if it's for the machine gun, I believe it's less than 100."
Browsing at the bag, Yakov knew that it was the truth. Their bullets were diminishing at rapid speed. It was no wonder that William would take the risk to create dynamite at this place. He looked at the stack of dynamites that William placed on the table.
"Can they be used?"
"Yes. It should have already dried by now," Rozan replied. "Be careful as to not accidentally lit up the fuse when it's unnecessary, though."
"Don't worry, I'm very knowledgeable about this."
"Don't you mean experienced?"
"Isn't it the same?"
