Duan Wuhu opened the Golden Cup trunk and took out a folding wheelchair, then said to Zhang Su, "Brother Zhang, there's not much food and drink in the car, but plenty of bullets. You greet the brothers and let them into the warehouse, consider it our fellowship offering, haha!"
Zhang Su walked to the back of the car and indeed saw two crates of handgun bullets. Judging by the recorded count on them, each box had two thousand rounds, four thousand bullets in total, although only the Type 64 pistol can use them, it's still quite imposing!
"Great stuff, haha, someone come and move these to the warehouse, remember to inform Xiaoshan about the entry! Let's go, Teacher Duan, that way."
With that, Zhang Su headed towards the Little Lucky Inn, followed closely by Zheng Xinyu holding Good Fortune.
