Seeing the team leader at the front of the team, chatting with the Luka guard for a long time. Wang Chengzhu was a little impatient, put on an expression of watching the fun, walked to the team leader's side, crossed his arms and looked at the Sheka
Sentinel. I saw that he was dressed in a strong suit, with strong chest and arm muscles supporting the bulging gray-yellow linen material on his upper body, which looked very oppressive at first glance.
Several escorts dressed as bodyguards followed suit and stood in an arc one step away from the leader, showing off their strong muscles and the weapons in their hands. However, when changing the marching queue before, they had already put away their guns.
The luggage was being packed. At this time, Wang Chengzhu and several tall soldiers held sticks in their hands and formed a half circle to show off. The strong man's breath hit his face, and the voice of the sentry post who originally planned to ask for more benefits gradually became lower.
The gun behind his back didn't seem to give him enough sense of security.
