Chapitre 840: Fried - No. Just no...

In the grand scheme of things, he should not have been this hysterical because the moment he sat his ass on my truck, it had enough firepower and explosives to take down a few hordes. Discovering a small explosive charge in one of our drones wasn't a cause for concern because it wasn't as volatile as he thought it would be.

With that said, I quickly opened the bag he brought with him and I looked for the magazines that would fit Kaley's "Reaper" first before I replenished my own mags and Jose's. And almost at the same time, I handed Isaac our empty mags and ordered him to fill them up with the appropriate bullets.

"You at least know which bullet fits which mag, right?"

"I do, actually!"

"Great! Refill the .308 mags first, then the 5.56s, and the 9mms last!"

Kaley suddenly turned to me and threw another empty .308 mag, "Here too!"

"O-Okay! I'll get on that too—"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!"