The box was very heavy. Li Yifei walked over to give a hand. Li Yifei didn't know the name of this intelligence officer, and the other party didn't tell them his name either. He had a big beard, wore a robe, and had dark skin. He was no different from the Arabs they had seen these days, though he could speak some English, albeit with a strange accent.
The box was dragged out, and the other party opened it. Li Yifei saw the weapons inside. They were not high-end, just some old-model Soviet-made pistols. Although the models were very old, they were well-maintained. Though they weren't new guns, it was clear they hadn't been used many times. There were also many bullets and some other weapons in the box. The other party signaled Li Yifei and Xu Shanshan to choose their weapons.
As they were choosing weapons, the other party asked, "Wasn't it supposed to be just one person? Who is the mysterious one?"
