ps: Xiaohua doesn't say anything, one day from tomorrow, no eunuch.

Liao Fan looked at Zeng Gong's fingers, and was shocked all of a sudden, although most of the plants in the magnificent grassland have died, there are still some vegetation living in the cold, or purple or dark green dotted with pieces of the earth, and the snow-capped peaks in the distance are facing each other, and the Qinglian River is meandering here.

Although he has been to many places, such as China's Hulunbuir Prairie, Argentina's Pampas, and has also visited the famous wineries in France, but still not as shocked as here, this infinite roughness is pregnant with its own unique delicacy, the winding Qinglian River is like a naughty child, wandering unscrupulously throughout the pasture, moistening the complex vegetation on both sides, and you can also see the deer grazing leisurely.

Even if Zeng Gong and Liao Fan are very close, they don't care very much, just occasionally turn their ears vigilantly, blue sky, white clouds, snow-capped mountains, grasslands, streams, the sky here is cleaner than the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the grassland here is more pure than New Zealand.

"Boss, what's going on here?" Seeing Liao Fan's intoxicated appearance, he couldn't help but feel proud, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Uh, what are you talking about, the third child. Liao Fan woke up from the shock and said with a confused expression.

Looking at Liao Fan's appearance, Zeng Gong's smile couldn't help but brighten a little, and he smiled and said patiently, "I mean, how is it here?"

"I'm sorry, that kid Qian Hui didn't fucking brag this time, the third one, you are quite important here. Liao Fan came back to his senses and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

"Hehe, it's okay. Zeng Gong nodded modestly. Looking at the vast Qinglian Ranch, there is always a sense of pride in his heart, this is his home.

"Show your girl. Be careful that Bush Jr. will take this place back one day when he sees that you are not pleasing to the eye, and I don't think you will be embarrassed. Liao Fan glanced at Zeng Gong with disdain. satirized Zeng Gong with a bad taste.

Zeng Gongyan's face couldn't help but change when he heard this, Liao Fan was really right, although the previous turmoil has subsided a little now, in fact, there is still an undercurrent surging, I don't know what bad water is in this guy Bush, he is holding back the bad in the White House.

"Bah, I'll kill him if he dares to come. Zeng Gong calmed down and said stiffly.

"I don't care if you kill Bush Jr. or not, get your gun out. I'm going to have a good time. After a few idle words with Zeng Gong, Liao Fan's gun addiction was a little unbearable, and he was impatient to Zeng Gong.

"You're not eating?" Zeng Gong asked suspiciously, he came out to walk his horse every day, and the time was always very early, and he only arranged to cook after letting the snow kicker run away by himself.

"If you have a gun to play, who still eats, we don't have the habit of eating breakfast in China. It's only right for you to give me the gun now. Liao Fan waved his hand impatiently. urged.

Yes, Zeng Gong shook his head helplessly, whistled in the direction of Sanders's grazing, and in a short time, a jujube red quart horse appeared in front of the two of them. As for kicking the snow and black horse, Zeng Gong can't count on it, I don't know where it has run now, and Zeng Gong is still very relieved in terms of safety. The people of the town know that the snow kicking is their own, and no one will be idle to do anything about it.

Two men mounted a quart horse. Chatting about the old fun, it doesn't seem boring along the way. When he returned home, Zeng Gong only cared about hanging his hat on the hanger, and was dragged to his storage room by Liao Fan.

The storage room is on the second floor, where some of Zeng Gong's classic guns are stored, for which he also contacted the construction company to increase the safety factor of the storage room by several orders of magnitude, ordinary people can't get in, and those who can get in don't care much about his guns, these things can be bought at any time on the black market.

The storeroom, which used to be part of the study, was now opened up by Zeng Gong, and the huge iron door was hidden in the corner of the corridor on the second floor, which was easily overlooked. Zeng Gong stood skillfully in front of the door, entered a few numbers, and the bulky door was opened, and a dazzling array of guns inside immediately appeared in front of Liao Fan's eyes.

"Damn, you can do it, the third child. Liao Fan's eyes lit up excitedly, just like an old pervert who had been accumulating years saw a peerless beauty who had stripped naked, and his hands trembled and stretched out to a Colt revolver.

The Colt Python, the Colt Python, the Colt Anaconda and other classic revolvers produced by the Colt Company and the SW series of the Smith Company occupy most of the positions in the entire collection room and are the most conspicuous positions, which can be seen how Zeng Gong prefers the revolvers of the two companies.

"Huh. Zeng Gong smiled and said nothing, because he was influenced by these cowboys in Montana, he had a surprising preference for revolvers, and he spent a lot of thought in order to collect these guns, especially Colt's Python series, because it had been discontinued, but it paid an extremely high price.

"Damn, Barrett, do you want to collect this thing?" Suddenly, Liao Fan saw the Bareka anti-materiel sniper rifle that was firmly placed in the corner, and his saliva flowed out all of a sudden.

"Hehe, why can't the boss, you, a veteran military fan, not know that this Barrett sniper rifle was originally intended for the civilian market, and the military did not pay attention to it at all, which made it stand out in the Gulf War for various reasons. Zeng Gong said with a smile, and finally didn't forget to despise Liao Fan.

"Hehe, then you're welcome. Liao Fan lewdly touched the body of the Rebat sniper rifle, and the sparkling saliva at the corner of his mouth could be left at any time.

"Whatever you want, the bullets are there, but I have to warn you, the recoil of this Rebart M107 is still quite strong, you have to take it easy, otherwise I don't care if you get hurt." Zeng Gong spread his hands helplessly and said seriously.

"Ann, Ann, I know that this guy is what I'm best at in China. Liao Fan waved his hand nonchalantly and directly interrupted Zeng Gong.

When playing CS in China, he is a sniper god in a small circle, especially Barrett is even more handy, how can he not know its performance.

"Boss, have you really played? This guy can't get it even if those clubs in China can't get it, after all, Lao Mei and we have an arms embargo. Zeng Gong obviously didn't believe what Liao Fan said, and questioned directly.

"Nonsense, haven't you played if I haven't played it?" Liao Fan felt a little weak in his heart, but he still said stiffly.

"Well, I won't say it, but if something happens, I don't want to warn you. Zeng Gong shook his head helplessly, I really don't know why the boss is so unreliable today, just pay attention when the time comes. (To be continued......)