C207 It Was Not Even Enough to Carry Cello Everett's Shoes!

At the heart of the terrorist organization's base, beneath a rudimentary tent, lay a cache of arms. Each person here clutched a submachine gun as if it were a lifeline. In stark contrast, Cello Everett, clad in casual attire with his fair skin, and Stark, in his crisp white suit, seemed like little white rabbits who had unwittingly stumbled into a den of wolves