Makarov: “Remember, no Baidu.”
With the elevator door opening, a big lump of passengers appeared at the strip set. Makarov ported his M240 with grinning.
“Ka--- ”
“Yuri, look at this, why this fuxking JB stuck?”Makarov said with frowning.
“You killed Yuri, Bro Makarov.” Allen said.
“Oh—then you come to see this, I can not even pull the trigger.”
At this moment, a kid among the passengers looked back, he said shrilly: “Mom, I want that JB.”
Others looked back one after another.
A Xionggui cried:\ “Yoooooooooo! It’s M240, good imitated!”
“Shut up! That must be Big Boluo!”
“Is that big CF on the man back?”
“It is exactly commonly known as Desert Eagle.”Said the security with his mouth write.
The crowd ran around with looting and insert. Somebody pulled the trigger and the Jing Ye shot out. Passengers escaped out with screaming. Just left the group of Makarov with the sight like they had been raped.
Makarov went to the hell. But nobody is there. He was so angry that green gas released from his ass. The group could just shoot the showcases to vent their desire.