Chapter 45 Chapter Forty-Five

The counters in the supplies area are filled with weapons.Those were newly built rifles, absolutely taboo, lined up on the counter, like steel pipes at first glance.The barrels were freshly chiselled and rifled.There are several buckets of shiny bullets next to it.They cut long, thin tubes into sections to make shell casings, and then filled them with gunpowder to make these bullets.Knox picked up one of the rifles, feeling the barrel still hot.He lowered the stock of the gun, looked at the chamber, reached into the barrel, fed a round into the chamber, and raised the gun to take aim.Using a gun seems like an easy thing to do.Aim, and pull the trigger.

"Hey, don't aim the gun indiscriminately." A worker in the supply area dodged his gun and muttered. Knox raised the gun, aimed it at the ceiling, and began to imagine how powerful the gun was.He had seen the gun before, but it was relatively small. It was the pistol worn by the deputy security officer in the past.At that time, he always felt that the gun was just for decoration.He grabbed a handful of bullets and stuffed them into his pocket. It suddenly occurred to him that one bullet could kill a person. No wonder such things are taboo.It is too fast and too easy to kill a person by pointing the iron pipe in your hand.Killing can't be so easy, because you don't have time to think clearly whether killing is right or wrong.

A worker in the supplies section came out of the warehouse, carrying a large box in both hands.The box was heavy, as could be seen from his hunched posture. "There are more than 20 made so far." He moved the box to the counter. Knox pulled a cylindrical object out of the box.There are several workers in the mechanical and electrical area and workers in the material area in yellow clothes.When they saw the box, their expressions were a little nervous. "Take this thing up and knock the bottom end down on something hard—" said the man behind the counter.His expression was so calm, as if he was just going to hand over some electrical appliance to the customer, and finally explain how to use it, "-such as the wall, the floor, or the butt of a gun-as long as it is a hard place. Then throw it away, throw it away The farther the better."

Knox picked one up and stuffed it in his pocket.Shirley asked from the side: "Is this thing safe to carry?" "Oh, no problem, this thing takes a lot of knocking to activate." Several people nearby reached into the box and took out one.McClane reached for one too.Knox looked into her eyes and noticed a defiant look in them.He thought that McClane must have read his mind, and knew that he objected to her going with them.However, looking at her expression, Knox knew it was useless to say anything to her. Several male and female workers are gathering around the counter to get things.McLane turned his head and looked around, staring at them with those gray-blue eyes: "Okay, listen up, we have to come back to open a shop and do business after things are over, so if there are guns, don't forget Bring bullets. In addition, there are several pieces of canvas over there. Wrap your guns in the canvas to avoid being seen. My team will start in five minutes. Do you hear me clearly? The second wave of attackers, Go inside and wait, lest anyone see you from the door."

Knox nodded, then turned to look at Mark and Shirley.Both of them will launch a second wave of attacks with him.People with poor physical strength are in the first wave. They will pretend to go up to mourn the dead to deceive others.If you have good physical strength, you will follow up later. If all goes well, the two teams will reach the 34th floor at the same time.Just a group of people is enough to attract attention, if two groups go up together, it seems to make it clear what they are going to do. "Boss, are you okay?" Shirley slung the rifle over her shoulder and looked at Knox with a frown.He rubbed his beard and thought to himself, wondering if others could see that he was under a lot of pressure and was very scared.

"No problem." He grunted, "of course no problem." Mark took a bomb, put it in his pocket, and put his hand on his wife's shoulder.Knox suddenly hesitated, wondering if he should drag the woman into the water.At the very least, these wives should not be pushed to the front to fight.Then he thought that although they might get into an armed confrontation with each other, he hoped it could be avoided.Yet when he does pick up a gun, it's really hard for him to pretend he doesn't want to use force.Not only him, in fact, everyone is the same.Now, they have the ability to kill, and they should be really enraged, so they want to kill.

McClane came out from behind the counter and came up to him, looking him in the eye. "It seems that's it." She held out a hand. Knox shook her hand.He secretly marveled at the strength of the old lady's handshake. "Then, let's meet up on the thirty-fifth floor and rush up together." He said, "Don't leave us and rush up by ourselves." She smiled at him: "No." "Bon voyage, then." He looked at the men and women workers behind her. "Bon voyage, everyone. See you later." They all nodded and gritted their teeth secretly.Then, the team in yellow began to walk out of the gate one by one, when Knox suddenly grabbed McClane.

"Hey," he said, "don't do anything until we get there, you know?" She patted him on the shoulder and smiled at him. "Also, while you're at it," Knox said, "you'd better stand back and hide in—" McClane leaned forward and grabbed Knox hard by the sleeve.A fierce expression suddenly appeared on her wrinkled face. "Knox, the boss of the mechanical and electrical department, tell me, where will you be when the two sides start fighting? Look at your men, they all trust you, then, when they are facing life and death, you Where will it be?"

Knox was taken aback by her movement.When she spoke, she spoke softly, but she seemed to have a thunderous momentum. "You knew I'd—" He was cut off in the middle of his sentence. "That's right." McClane let go of his arm, "Then you should understand where I will be."