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In fact, Yang Yi couldn't tell the difference between at least thirty guns he had taken.

It’s just that some are heavier, some are lighter, and some seem more comfortable to pick up, but is it uncomfortable to pick up the pistol, but there is no one.

But I believe in the most professional people for some very professional things.

Why are both popular and agents, Brian and Paul the best? It's just that they have done every detail to the extreme.

When every detail is better than others, the details of these many things are extremely impressive.

So Yang Yi simply stopped talking, and he could do whatever Brian and Paul said.

"Bring a few more rifles, no, it's better to bring more bullets."

"Okay, where is the bazooka?"

"I can't use it, but I'd better bring it with me. I feel more at ease with this."

"Where is the grenade?"

"Take two boxes."

"I must bring a bulletproof vest."

"Yes, where is the communication system?"

"The communication system is not prepared enough because I have only one person, and it is a bit unnecessary to prepare the communication system, but I have some night vision equipment."

Brian and Paul talked while putting various weapons into the bag, and the two of them quickly filled three large bags.

"Sorry, but have you used so much? Are you going to fight a world war?"

Yang Yi couldn't help it in the end because there were too many weapons Brian and Paul wanted to carry, and even three of them couldn't handle it.

Brian shook his head and said, "You don't understand. We have a disease that we are never enough for weapons and ammunition. If we have the opportunity, we don't prepare more, that is a crime against ourselves."

Paul also said in a deep voice: "Yes, there will never be too many bullets."

Seeing that half of the empty space, but at least two-thirds of the weapons that could not be taken away, Paul sighed reluctantly, and then he said to Brian: "Who should we go first?"

"Who are we closest to?"

"Hamilton, he's in Dallas, his company and home are in Dallas."

“That’s really very close.”

After hesitating for a moment, Bryan whispered to Paul: "Do you think we need to find Hamilton?"

Paul said with great certainty: "Boss, if Hamilton knows that you are just a scapegoat, then he will definitely return to the team, I promise you."

Bryan nodded and whispered, "Okay, then we'll go find him today."

Dallas is all in Texas with Kerville City where Paul is located, and it is not far from that. Brian and Paul simply said that they would reorganize Pandora, then start taking action immediately.

Paul had more than one car. After he opened the garage door, Yang Yi understood why Paul put the car that he drove back from the church at the garage door instead of driving in.

Because there is a big off-road vehicle in Paul's garage.

Seeing Paul's off-road vehicle, Brian nodded and said, "I'm still worried that your car can't put what we're going to bring with you."

"Hahaha."

Paul laughed twice, pulled the car door open and said loudly, "Put things and get in the car!"

Yang Yi sat in the back seat, surrounded by piles of bullets, and rockets and grenades were on the third row of seats behind.

The two brought ten people with weapons and ammunition that could not be used, and this was not as good as Yang Yi.

The off-road vehicle drove out, Paul and Brian chatted while driving, and when it was late at night, they arrived in Dallas.

After driving into the city, Paul said to Brian: "Now talk about Hamilton's situation. He opened a company many years ago, a protective company, providing security services to those rich people."

“How was it done?”

"It wasn't so good at that time, and then I didn't know it. The name was Hamilton Defense Company. I remember that his headquarters was here at that time, with only two or three people. It's hard to say whether it's still here."

Paul stopped the car and pointed to an old building with only four floors, saying, "He rented an office here at that time. I don't know if he can find his trace here. If he is not here, we will have to spend some time."

While talking, Brian suddenly stood up slightly and looked at a middle-aged man who had just walked out of the building.

The middle-aged man was wearing a straight suit, with two people following behind him, and a very luxurious sedan was parked in front of him.

Brian whispered, "Hamilton."

"Uh, it's him, it looks like he's doing well."

Paul just finished whispering when the black Mercedes-Benz sedan opened from the inside, and a little boy ran out of the inside, wearing a Dallas Mavericks jersey.

The car that Paul parked was still a little far from Hamilton, so I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could see Hamilton picking up the little boy who looked just seven or eight years old and kissing him with a doting look on his face.

After Hamilton picked up the little boy, another woman got out of the car. She looked in her forties and was still holding a hat in her hand.

Hamilton said a few words to the little boy, then put the kid down, took the hat handed over the woman and put it on his head. Then, he hugged and kissed the woman, and then the two separated and got into the car with the little boy jumping.

Brian exhaled softly and said, "It looks like they are going to watch the game together. Is there a Mavericks game today?"

Paul whispered, “Yes.”

Brian smiled slightly and said, "Let's go."

Paul whispered: "I can find a chance to say something to Hamilton. I won't disturb his family. I just tell him."

Brian shook his head and said: He is very happy. He has a family and looks very successful in his career. Paul, let him enjoy a happy life quietly. Don’t disturb him. His happiness is hard-won. Never disturb him!"

Paul exhaled and said, "It's such a coincidence today. Hamilton is so lucky. Not knowing nothing is a kind of happiness. Okay, then don't bother him and let him live his own happy life."

Brian stared at Hamilton's disappearance for a while and said, "Charles shouldn't be that happy. Let's go find Charles, where is he?"

Paul shrugged, "Los Angeles, I have his phone number. Should I call him first or go directly to him?"

After thinking for a while, Brian nodded and said, "It's better to go directly to find it. Let's go now. Let's take turns driving and get there early."
Chapter completed!