Hearing them say that, I understood what everyone else was talking about. It was simple: they were all listing the equipment they had with them,
so their teammates could get a general idea of what they were carrying. Maybe that would help them work together.
Fatty Two had a heavy machine gun and a huge metal box strapped to his back, filled with thousands of rounds. He also had a shotgun
hanging from his waist, an ammunition pouch, and a grenade tucked into his other hip.
Qiao Seven had a much simpler loadout: a submachine gun on his back, a small submachine gun at his waist, a dagger, and a pistol.
Wild Wolf carried two Desert Eagles, a high-powered shotgun, and a set of brass knuckles.
I listed the weapons I had with me, too, then we headed straight for East City.
As we went downstairs, I saw that the entire building was empty. I turned a puzzled look toward Wild Wolf, who
pointed toward the end of the corridor...
at a pair of feet sticking out of the restroom.
"Everyone else was warned to hide. The surveillance staff were knocked out."
"Mm..."
Taking care of an entire hospital in ten minutes. I had to admit, this was Wild Wolf's team through and through.
I nodded and kept walking. By the time we reached the ground floor, four vehicles were already parked outside.
One for the lead team, two for the middle team, and one for the rear team. The four vehicles had been assigned that simply.
Wild Wolf was driving my vehicle, with Qiao Seven driving behind him. The man beside me had taken up the entire back
seat. Good grief... just how
fat was this guy?
He had enough fat to rival a pig.
But I didn't ask.