"The stars are full of the sky, the Milky Way is long, you and I are just a drop in the ocean, how can we poke a hole in the sky!"

In the lone wolf's incomprehensible words, Donald Duck slowly woke up, it was dark all around, only the starry sky was bright, and on the stump, the lone wolf sat there, like a sculpture.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"No more, no less, only seven or eight hours!"

"I've slept that long?"

"Why, how long has it been since you slept that long!"

Bruce shook his neck, stretched his waist, comfortable and sleepy, yes, he really hadn't slept like this for a long time, and he slept so deeply, not because of a killer like a lone wolf standing guard, but because there was a kind of peace in his heart, the calm in the killing field, he tasted it for the first time, and this calm, undoubtedly, was given by a lone wolf.

"Lone wolf, what did you just say, what kind of galaxy, what, you have transitioned from an old lady to a poet, a poet! Speaking of poets, I really think of one, yes, Li Bai, there is a Li Bai in China, looking up at the bright moon, looking down or something......

"Bow your head and miss your hometown!"

"Yes, yes, yes, bow your head and miss your hometown! Where is your hometown, lone wolf?"

The lone wolf did not speak.

Donald Duck said: "When I was a child, I was in Texas, a large grassland, several friends, and now I miss it a lot!"

"You'll go back later, with your daughter!"

Donald Duck smiled slightly.

"Trust me, Bruce, you will!"

"What about you, where will you go back to? Dubai, with your mother?"

The lone wolf lowered his head for a long time!

"People like me don't have a hometown, the four seas are their home, or the four seas are their tombs!"

"The four seas are home, the four seas are the tomb!"

It was said very lightly, but Donald Duck also felt that this sentence was so heavy.

"Bruce, people like me, don't even be lonely, since childhood, in our hearts, only killing and blood, when I am with you, I feel a part of your emotions, I can't understand! I'm not a normal person!"

"You are!"

Bruce said firmly:

"You'll say philosophical sentences, you'll wiggle the ass of big old girls, you'll enjoy the night and chant poetry, and seriously, lone wolf, I don't think the thing you like is a killer!"

The lone wolf turned his head, and under the cover of the night, he looked at the man in front of him affectionately for the first time.

"I'm different, I'm not the person I am in my heart!"

In the heart of the lone wolf, such words sounded!

"Thank you!

A few simple words, really made Bruce very surprised and relieved, because this is the first time to hear the lone wolf say thank you, maybe the lone wolf's thank you has never been said to anyone, today, the first time to give Bruce.

"I should thank you even more, it's your big old bitch-like ass that made me sleep for so long!"

The laughter of the two floated in the night!

The lone wolf continued to sit on his stake, swinging over with a grass in his hand, his legs in the air, swaying back and forth, like a child, whining and whispering poems like stars and green grass, and Bruce didn't understand a word anyway.

What the lone wolf said, Bruce couldn't hear, this distance of ten meters, most of the fireflies were around the lone wolf, which made Bruce very surprised and weird, he always felt that this lone wolf had a mysterious oriental power, otherwise, why did the fireflies all surround him, and there was no one around him!

However, although he couldn't understand the lone wolf's slow words, Bruce understood it as a spell, after all, it could attract fireflies, or it was a funeral song, because Bruce felt that the voice and rhetoric were very low.

The lone wolf used his own words to create a ten-square-meter tranquility, and there were fireflies to make lights, he was not moving, it was indeed a sculpture!

Bruce wanted to say something, but he couldn't interrupt the silence, but the lone wolf spoke.

"Bruce, do you believe in souls?"

"Believe!"

This answer seems to be not very satisfying to the lone wolf.

"It turns out that you also believe it, I didn't believe it before, some of the songs I sang just now, in fact, I don't know what they are, it is a kind of ballad sung by the old people of the primitive tribes of Africa around the corpse, I don't know what it means, but this kind of ballad does make a dead man with multiple bullets in his body sit up, and he speaks, and then falls!"

"Is it some kind of witchcraft?"

"I don't know, it's just that I'm bored, and my companions are nesting at the sniper point, so I sing along with the old man, you know, my head is six-core, and I will do it a few times!"

At this time, Bruce's kindness to the man in front of him became strange and mysterious again, because Bruce had thought in his mind that the lone wolf's head was six-core, and now the lone wolf himself said it, which made Bruce feel that it was not a coincidence.

"Do you know how to read minds?"

"Hehe, mind reading, know a little, when I was in the Rangers, I learned to observe the enemy's subtle body movements, to make predictions and interrogations, it's similar to what you said about mind reading!"

"Did you just say what's going on with the soul, the same as mine?"

"Hehe, is it the same? Yours is the soul of God, and the indigenous Africans are the soul of the sorcerer...... Look, they're all floating in the sky!"

Bruce glanced towards the sky and saw only stars.

"I'm just saying that there are too many dead people in this land!"

"They are all outlaws, birds die for food and money, there is no pity, besides, the earth is so big, the killing never stops!"

"It's Bruce like this, but you're sure there is no one like you among these dead people, who came to find news and never returned, for them, there will never be the truth!"

Bruce stopped talking, he knew he would never be a lone wolf when it came to rhetoric!

The lone wolf continued to swing the grass and hum the mysterious song of the indigenous Africans he had learned, and the scattered fireflies flew over again, and it was dark everywhere, only the lone wolf was bright!

Bruce scouted around, and there was no danger, but what surprised him was that he had never found a lone wolf sleeping when he entered the killing land with the lone wolf.

"Perhaps, he is really a fairy, several times, the bullet grazed past, and he didn't hit him!" Bruce muttered, and at this time, the lone wolf turned his head to look at him, and then turned back to continue his mysterious ballad.

Bruce assured that he just muttered a little bit and didn't make a loud noise, and the lone wolf wouldn't hear it, but why he turned around as if he heard it made Bruce wonder why he wondered.

Instead of thinking about these things, Bruce found a good base and set up his precious Tac-50 sniper rifle to meet the dawn!