Chapter 1869: The Witch Cult and Kwotela (big chapter seeking monthly ticket)
"Big brother, what's going on outside?" The little boy hiding in the corner lifted his head and looked at Anke.
"Nothing. Just a little commotion." Anke glanced at the little boy, then at the pistol clutched tightly in his hand. The safety on the gun was not even engaged. "Where did you get that gun?"
"I took it from your pocket while you were driving just now." The little boy gripped the pistol tightly, his body shrinking back slightly as he looked at Anke seriously.
Anke immediately reached down and felt his trouser pocket. Sure enough, one gun was gone.
He had just searched two pistols off the two drivers. One was hanging in the holster, and the other he had put in his pocket.
The one the little boy was holding was exactly the one he had put in his pocket.
"This thing is dangerous. Don't play with it." Anke shook his head. He took the gun from the boy's hand, confirmed that the safety and everything else were fine and that it was not loaded, then removed the magazine and handed both the gun and magazine back. "Keep these two separate. Remember to give them to your dad later."
The little boy quickly put the gun away, stuffed the magazine into his clothes, and nodded. "Mm-hmm!"
"Big brother, are we going to run?" The little girl beside him leaned her head over and asked softly.
"Let's wait for now." Anke shook his head, his gaze fixed on the scene outside the window.
When the smoke and dust rose, Anke could no longer see exactly what was happening outside.
Only the thick smell of blood faintly filled the surrounding space.
He lowered his voice and asked softly,