Yu Deye ignored the suitcase, picked up the firearms first, and fired a test shot.
As someone from the shooting series, Yu Deye understood the importance of firearms to himself, and he needed to familiarize himself with their performance, including rate of fire, power, and reloading time.
Although he often shirked responsibility, once he entered the game, Yu Deye became serious. After all, no one would joke about their own life.
"Tch, all garbage!" He tucked the handgun into his belt, opened the suitcase, and turned it upside down. Besides some British Pounds, a few Liras, and some maps, there was nothing he needed.
"Screw off!" Wiping his shoe on his clothes, Yu Deye kicked the suitcase away and walked out of the damp alley with his hands in his pockets.
"Since the route hasn't been announced yet, let's get some money and have a big meal first!" Looking at Industrial-era Europe, Yu Deye couldn't help but whistle.
"Welcome back!"
