"It's well-maintained. Its owner must have taken good care of it, but it lacks ammunition." Lin Weiguo was more than satisfied with the M9. Almost every man harbors an interest in collecting firearms. Which boy hasn't played with toy guns when he was young? This is the best proof. He couldn't in China, but can now, which fulfills a long-held wish. So, he immediately opened the plastic bullet box and started loading bullets into the clip, "But it's a pity there's only one clip. I can't possibly shout for a ceasefire during combat and let the zombies wait for me to reload."
"You're in luck, count your blessings." Tang Zheng opened the next cabinet with a hint of envy, only to come up empty-handed. Li Xinlan, on the other hand, was exclaiming in excitement.
"A gun, Tang Zheng, a gun!" Li Xinlan waved at Tang Zheng as she presented a black-coated firearm, "This should be a shotgun, right?"
