意大利之夏

After venting, Zhang Jian slowly regained his consciousness. He thought for a while, and a plan slowly came to mind. A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Don't you have a gun? You're not awesome. Let's see how you escape this time. Sometimes, having a gun is not necessarily a good thing. After saying that, he applauded his plan and laughed over and over again. . ....