"····" Du Mu blinked and looked at the brand new M16 no matter how you look at it, and looked confused.

Bad?

He had to put the gun back in disappointment, picked up another Uz submachine gun, and tried to put it in his pocket, but the ruthless prompt sounded again.

"This product is damaged and cannot be used."

"!!!" Du Mu was frightened.

Damn, this is too slutty, right?

But I shot a gun shop, and you gave me a sand eagle and sent it?

He began to try one by one, all the guns in the store.

Seeing that there were a lot of guns, he tried it all, and all the results he got were damaged and could not be used.

Du Mu was so angry that he cursed at Old John's body: "You are the one who runs a black shop? Why can't you use it?"

In the entire store, he only found a box of 12.7mm pistol bullets, with 16 bullets inside, which were available for Sand Eagle.

In this way, Sandhawk has 24 bullets available.

At this moment, his eyes fell on the semi-automatic rifle where Old John had fired all the bullets before, and his heart moved.

Huh? Other guns were damaged. I saw that Old John used it with my own eyes. It was like Rambo, and it was as fierce as a tiger. Is there no problem?

He was about to pick up the gun, but suddenly a beautiful figure came up from behind and took the lead in picking up the gun that was thrown to the ground.

"M416! I've used this gun!"

Claire had no room for negotiation and picked up the M416 on the ground.

Du Mu looked speechless.

He looked at Claire at this time and found that she had bandaged herself properly. Unlike his mummy bandage method, Claire's bandaging technique was very clever, tight and flexible. He wore a tight vest outside, still handsome and charming, without losing the style of a goddess.

Du Mu wanted to show off his masculinity and smiled and said, "You are injured, it's a woman again, so give me this gun."

Claire raised his eyebrows and looked at Du Mu with a smile: "You haven't used a gun? Even if I'm injured, this M416 is far more powerful than you in my hands!"

Du Mu smiled and expressed dissatisfaction: "How is this possible?"

Claire raised his eyebrows and quickly disassembled the M416 in his hand.

She had injuries on her back and her hands and feet were not flexible, but she was still very familiar and fast...

In just 10 seconds, she had disassembled this complex semi-automatic weapon into a table of parts.

Du Mu was already stunned by the goddess's operation... His mouth has grown up.

Claire raised his eyebrows provocatively: "How is it? Can you do it? Give you a minute, you can assemble it, it's yours."

Du Mu: "····"

Well, you can't pretend to be slapped in the face.

I was also thinking about pretending to be in front of the goddess, but I was slapped in the face by the goddess.

Do you want to be so strong? Goddess, if you are so awesome, you won’t be able to find a boyfriend.

Claire started assembling again, but his eyes didn't look at the guns at all. He smiled faintly at Du Mu and said, "My brother is a special forces policeman. I have been deeply influenced by him since I was a child. Playing with guns is just an interest for me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the M416 had been assembled, and it took a total of 30 seconds.

Du Mu shrugged.

OK, goddess, you won.

Claire picked up a few boxes of M416 bullets.

It’s a pity that Du Mu, the brother of Wannianchu, could never grasp the psychology of American female college students.
Chapter completed!