Players in the Marve

Zhou and Afeng pointed their guns at the hostages, driving them to a designated location. Under the pressure of the gunpoint, no one dared to resist, and faint sobs of fear could be heard from within the crowd.,"Hey, sir, I have nothing on me. You can search me if you don't believe me.",Harry's expression was a little stiff. Facing the gun pointed at his head by Afeng, he fumbled around on his body for a long time before finally pulling out a golden pen and tossing it into the bucket of ice.。