Tang Zheng, carrying a backpack weighing over fifty kilograms and holding a rifle, stepped onto the asphalt road. He did not rush to run but observed his surroundings, taking the opportunity to wait for the others to come down.
"Driver, give me the map." Tang Zheng didn't possess a photographic memory; he just remembered a bit more than the ordinary person after a glance. Now facing the crisscrossing city intersections, he needed to recheck the route, "Everyone else, hurry up."
Liu Guohao wasn't a fool either. When he got out of the car, he didn't forget to take the map with him. Running over to Tang Zheng, he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something.
"You need bullets? Help yourself!" Tang Zheng couldn't use that many at the moment. Giving some away would gain him favor and lighten his load.
