Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
As the helicopter began to descend, the main rotor continued to spin, summoning
strong gusts of wind. A few of the helpers who had just completed their chores lowered
their bodies as they walked to maintain their stability.
Brother Wolf glanced out of the window and heaved a sigh of relief. He picked up a
large backpack that was so full it was bursting at its seams. Slinging the heavy
backpack onto his shoulder, he waved to Godzilla, "Let's go, bring a box of bullets!"
Good let out a few frustrated cries as he struggled to squeeze out of the handcuffs.
However, how could a man break out of iron handcuffs? He exerted all his energy, but it
was useless. His efforts only added fresh bloody cuts to his wrists.
Godzilla began wrapping up boxes of bullet belts with the tablecloth he grabbed from
the desk. The bullet belts carried thousands of bullets meant for machine guns. It was
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