Guns were available, but not many, other people's guns were for collecting, but Lin Meng's were for use. There were bullets, not many, but not too few. There was gasoline, in two mineral water bottles. The poor girl was calculating her reserves and points, with only 30 points remaining.
Running into someone's house, snatching their snacks to eat, and then mocking them, you're a real Devil, a true Great Devil.
Lin Wu pulled up a chair to sit down and took Lin Meng's pen right out of her hand. Lin Meng was breathing heavily and at a loss for what to do, warning him, "Don't mess around, I will report you."
Lin Wu said, "Report? I've asked Dawn, and I can do anything to an agent. Like break your arms and legs, and then heh heh heh heh!"
"Shut up," Maya sat down, grabbed the notebook and while looking through it said, "He's joking. But how come you only have so little supplies left?"
