Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-Seven: Captive

Gao Yang pulled out the P226 from his waist, reversed the gun to hand the grip to Bruce, and said in a deep voice, "See if it's yours or Rabbit's?"

After taking the handgun, Bruce's eyes immediately lit up, and he said joyfully, "This is my gun, no mistake, it's mine, fantastic, but where is the spare magazine, boss?"

Gao Yang shrugged, "I'd like to know that too. We can look for it later. I left one alive, oh, I hope he's still alive. We could wake the captive and ask him, but even if all the spare magazines are lost, I don't mind. It's good enough that we found the gun back. I bet if Rabbit woke up, he would cry to death."

After kissing his handgun affectionately, Bruce laughed and said, "Seriously, I'd cry to death too if I lost my gun. Handguns may just be your sidearms, but for me, it's my only weapon. Okay, where's my first-aid kit?"