"Brother, I really deliver food." Sima Dekang raised his hands and looked innocently at the gangster who pointed a gun at his head. "What killer windbreaker? This is the latest assault jacket of the girl group! Why are there weapons in the insulator? That is a Children's Day gift for the customer - a toy model!" As he explained, he quietly kicked the corpse on the ground under the sofa with his feet. "... You don't believe it? It doesn't matter." Sima Dekang sighed, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "Anyway, I don't care whether the dead believe it or not."
