Bab 1065: Kitchenware and Weapons

Seeing on the screen that the Type-VI was out of bullets, Black turned to look at the special ops team repairing itself.

Not long ago, they finished a fierce battle on the fifth floor and had lost half of their men. Every Special Ops team member was more or less wounded, and in the end, rested for less than 20 minutes before entering the heat of battle again.

They did not complain, though, nor did they have any expression on their faces. The team leader nodded at Black and led his team members to the elevator.

However, just as they were about to board, a voice came from behind.

"Wait."

Miss F stood up from the sofa. "I'll go with you."

Black was a little surprised. "Aren't you and Zhang Heng friends? Mr. G has informed me that you can stay out of this."