Chapter One Hundred Nineteen: Can't Beat You to Death

The cabin was stuffy and hot, but it was even hotter outside. As summer began, hot winds from the Sahara Desert could heat the temperature in Tripoli up to fifty degrees. Although it wasn't quite so exaggerated now, the temperature was still at least around forty degrees.

Just staying idle in the cabin wasn't a solution, so Gao Yang and the others started by cleaning their guns, disassembling each one and wiping them down and oiling them inside and out. Except for Gao Yang, the others' guns were all newly acquired, so they certainly needed a good clean before they could rest easy.