After Feng Dashan's glass of wine was down, a very abnormal flush appeared on his face, and then with a wine burp, the smell of wine came out, which eased a lot.

Seeing this, the vulture filled Feng Dashan again, and at this time, Feng Dashan seemed to have been drained of strength by something, and even waved his hand and became weak: "No... No, I... I can't drink it anymore..."

"There is a saying in Huaxia, the old saying, deep feelings, a mouthful..."The vulture naturally spared no effort to persuade the wine, and those who didn't know thought he was deliberately trying to get the vulture drunk!

"No, no, no..." Feng Dashan took advantage of the fact that his consciousness was still there, quickly waved his hand, then staggered to his feet, fell to the sofa, and then fell directly like a dead dog.

The vulture laughed when he saw this, and then he didn't force it anymore, he poured himself a glass of wine, put two peanuts in his mouth, and then drank these two peanuts by himself.

"Huh?"

Feng Dashan's drunken consciousness seemed to no longer belong to him, but he felt that there was a hard thing under him against him, so that he didn't feel comfortable lying on it at all.

So Feng Dashan didn't move anywhere, but just subconsciously stretched out his hand and groped under him for a while, and then he found a cold, cold, hard, and somewhat weighty thing.

"What?" Feng Dashan muttered, about to open his eyes and look.

And when Feng Dashan reached out to touch it, the vulture secretly said that it was not good, because the vulture knew what was hidden under the sofa!

"Don't!" the vulture tried to stop it, but it was too late, because Feng Dashan had already taken the gun in his hand and looked at it.

After the vulture heart finished speaking, the only friend he finally made in Huaxia would definitely not dare to associate with him after seeing this gun, you know, Huaxia is not their country, everyone can buy a gun to defend themselves, in Huaxia, in addition to the police, it is estimated that the criminals can have guns.

And Feng Dashan has known him for a long time, and he must know that he is not a vulture! So the question is, he is not a policeman, so why does he have a vulture? What? Brought from his country? This question is a bit stupid, isn't it?

"Huh, guns?" Feng Dashan raised his heavy eyelids, and after looking at him suspiciously, he smiled at the vulture: "Brother... Brother, you replica gun... Where, where did you buy it? It looks like the real thing... Hiccup..."

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Call...... Lucky... Nima, fortunately, Feng Dashan drank too much, if he was not only a little more sober, but also a little more sensible, he would definitely find out that this gun was real!

But that's fine, so as not to waste a lot of words, moreover, the vulture really doesn't want to lose Feng Dashan's friend, Feng Dashan, for him can be said to be both a teacher and a friend, their encounter, I want to know that it can also be made into a story, and the vulture, as a killer, is destined to be lonely, but who really wants to be lonely? Therefore, for friendship, often people like them look more heavily than anyone else!

"Ahh Well, I bought it online, how about it? Not bad, right?" The vulture killer's instinct allows him to lie with acting skills worthy of a master, and he can make people not see the flaws.

The so-called true is also true when it is false, and true when it is false, life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, and vultures secretly pass this way.

"It's not bad, it's almost possible to carry it directly to rob the bank!" Feng Dashan joked, but what he didn't know was that with this thing in his hand, it was not only simply possible, it was a must!

Saying this, Feng Dashan actually fiddled with it like this, facing himself for a while, and then putting it in front of him for a long time.

This can frighten the vulture, because it is a self-defense, so the vulture knows that this gun is not only full of bullets, but even the chamber has been registered, as long as you touch the trigger slightly, a bullet representing death will whistle out!

Why should the vultures be loaded? Isn't it possible to take it out in the shortest possible time to fight back when it's time to fight?

"Brother, look, am I so handsome?" Feng Dashan put the pistol on his temple, his finger naturally put on the trigger, and said with a grin.

The vulture was really drenched in a cold sweat when he saw it! I was afraid that Feng Dashan would pull the trigger without knowing which tendon was wrong! You know, Feng Dashan is now drunk, so is it impossible for this kind of thing to happen?

No, it's very possible!Because you can never predict what a drunk person will behave like in the next moment! Maybe many people have experienced the feeling after being drunk, and the feeling that the human body is not controlled by itself is very indulgent~

"Handsome, handsome... Quick, put that thing down!" The vulture said quickly, if it was someone he didn't know, or if he didn't have a lot of hypocrisy, he wouldn't care if the other party lived or died!

But Feng Dashan is different, not only is he a teacher and a friend, but the two of them have been doing well these days, and the vulture doesn't want his friend to die young in such a daze!

"What are you afraid of! A toy~" Feng Dashan felt amused when he saw the vulture's nervous appearance, but he also put his hand down, but the pistol was thrown by him in his hand.

And the vulture's eyelids jumped... His eyes followed the pistol up and down.

"I heard that this kind of imitation gun is changed from a lighter, aren't you?" Feng Dashan seemed to remember something, and observed while playing with the pistol.

"yes... yes..."The vulture didn't know what to say, so he could only follow Feng Dashan's words.

Feng Dashan nodded staggeringly, then turned the pistol over, the muzzle of the gun pointed at the ceiling, and his hand also pulled the trigger, because Feng Dashan felt that the muzzle of the gun was the place where the flame came out, so the trigger was naturally the switch... So, he pressed it anyway.

"Bang!"

Thunderous gunshots rang out, and the ceiling had already been opened by a pistol shot at close range.

At this gunshot, not only the vulture was startled, but even Feng Dashan was frightened and threw the pistol out directly, and most of the alcohol on his body disappeared in an instant, with a shocked face.

This is the legendary imitation gun? This Nima simulation is too perverted!

It's like a gun to the ceiling! If you had held a gun to your temple and then... Bang... Oh, I don't dare to think about it!

"It's... This is... Uh..."

Without waiting for Feng Dashan to ask with a frightened face, no, to be precise, the vulture stepped forward and knocked him unconscious with a knife.

The vulture sighed, then quickly put away the pistol, and put all the guns and ammunition that had not been put away or hidden in the house into a secret cabinet.

This dark pavilion was originally a closet, but after being transformed by the vulture, a larger cabinet was used to block it, and a closet was formed.

The vulture didn't have any idea of killing people, but with his previous style, after encountering this kind of situation that might be exposed at any time, he would definitely kill it, but the vulture cherished this friendship, so he hesitated and softened, just hoping that Feng Dashan wouldn't remember what was going on tomorrow morning because he was drunk!

"Hehe, I can't be considered a killer anymore..."The vulture smiled self-deprecatingly, as a killer, for his own safety, not to mention friends, even his wife who shares his troubles can be betrayed at any time!

It may be a bit impersonal to say that, but it's true!

However, the vulture was not overly sad, because from the moment he joined Lin Tian's organization, he was no longer a killer, not so much a killer, but a bodyguard, a general, all of whom fought for the safety of their masters, and did whatever it took for their masters' purposes!

In other words, if you want to describe it in anime style, that is: Naruto ~ Konoha ... Root...

Well, there's nothing wrong with this explanation, it's very apt!

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"Hmm... My head hurts..."

Early in the morning, Feng Dashan rubbed his aching head and started from the sofa, glanced at the surrounding scene, and after recalling where he was, his face changed suddenly: "Yesterday..."

"Ah, Brother Dashan, are you awake?" asked the vulture as if he was okay with soy milk fritters.

Originally, as a foreigner, the vulture was not used to eating our Chinese breakfast, but he followed the local customs, and the vulture said that it was good to eat some, and he had gnawed the roots and turf when he was on a mission before!

"You..." Feng Dashan was startled, and then his face was a little complicated, or he looked at the vulture in disbelief.

"I—what's wrong with me?" asked the vulture, gesturing at herself, pretending not to know.

"Last night... You... Brothers... How can you have a gun? Who the hell are you?" Feng Dashan hesitated for a moment, then thought back to last night's incident and asked with a serious face.

"Ah, Brother Dashan, are you sleepy? How can I have any guns!" The vulture still looked ignorant, because he had rehearsed these dialogues countless times in his mind, so he was very familiar with them, and naturally he would not show any flaws.

"Sleepy?" Feng Dashan muttered to himself in confusion, feeling the pain in his head, and believing the vulture's words suspiciously.

Because he drank too much wine, Feng Dashan was not sure whether his memory of last night was true, whether it was true, or whether it was a nightmare? Feng Dashan was shocked, suddenly, Feng Dashan suddenly remembered something, and suddenly looked up at the ceiling, if he remembered correctly, last night, after he inadvertently shot, he knocked off a piece of the ceiling!

And Feng Dashan looked up like this, but found that the ceiling was intact, and then, Feng Dashan slapped his head and laughed and scolded himself for taking the dream as reality and doing something stupid.

And at the angle that Feng Dashan didn't see, the corners of the vulture's mouth hooked up a smile, and it was! As a professional, how could he let such a big loophole exist? As for how the vulture repaired the ceiling overnight as if it had not been moved, this question is more professional... Well, well, I really can't make it up...

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