"A friend, what kind of friend, has such great ability, even a gun can be owned," Zheng Xueyi asked in disbelief.

"A friend of the army, the special department is also counted, you don't have to think too much", Zhengji said ambiguously.

"Then according to what you say, with this certificate, you can be equipped with guns openly?" asked Zheng Xueping in disbelief.

"Of course, you can say that", Masaki nodded and took the Desert Eagle from the box.

Zheng Xueping and Zheng Xueyi, as men, of course, have a deep curiosity and love for firearms, and when they saw the desert eagle in Zhengji's hand, a trace of eagerness flashed in their eyes.

"Son, show it to my father, I've never touched a real gun!" Zheng Xueping couldn't help but speak, the initial worry was that because this gun license had long since disappeared, he had been tempered enough by his son's surprises again and again, and he quickly accepted the facts.

"Here, there's no bullet in it, don't worry", Masaki glanced at the pistol's magazine and handed it to his father.

Zheng Xueping cautiously took the pistol, held it in his hand and compared the shooting posture, the silver-white pistol in the sunset shone in his hand, "Good guy, this weight is really not light, so heavy, so big, and the power must be good, I really want to try what it's like to shoot!" Zheng Xueping looked at the aperture of the pistol and said.

"It's called the Desert Eagle, and it's a powerful pistol, also known as a hand cannon, so it's a rough design," explains Masaki.

"Desert Eagle, good name!Xueping, show me too," Zheng Xueyi said to his younger brother after worrying, man, how can there be a man who doesn't like guns.

Taking the gun handed over by Zheng Xueping, Zheng Xueyi curiously groped for the body of the gun, and even took out the magazine in the same way, gestured, and said to his nephew with emotion: "Xiao Zheng, compare with you, your father and I have really lived in vain in this life, we are very happy that when we were your age, at most it was only a gun made of thousands of wood, and we were very happy, and then look at you kid, and directly got a real gun."

"Guns are a rarity in China, but in the United States, they are as common as kitchen knives, and when I have time in the future, I will take everyone abroad to have a good time," Masaki said with a smile.

After that, Li Xuemei and several other women also looked at the legendary pistol curiously, and even Xiaotong Xiaoyan played with it for a while.

"Actually, it's not difficult to try, uncle, where is there a sparsely populated place near here, let's bring firecrackers as cover tomorrow, I also have bullets here, let's try it together tomorrow," Zhengji thought of this method in a flash.

"Good idea, use firecrackers to cover up the sound of gunshots, you kid has more and more ghost ideas", Zheng Xueping held the gun in his hand as if he had seen his appearance of "killing all sides" tomorrow.

"Okay, let's put it up, such a big person, still like a child, there are many people in the village, it would be bad if someone peeked at it", Li Xuemei said amusefully, looking at her husband's obsessive appearance.

Zheng Xueping nodded, put the pistol into the wooden box with some reluctance, thought about it and said to Zheng Ji: "It's not safe to put it in the car, just leave it in the house first."

"Well, it's up to you," Masaki said with a smile nodding, not knowing that tomorrow would be a thrilling day.

The temperature at night dropped quickly, and it was even more obvious in the woods in the back mountain, Zhao Jin had never felt that time was so difficult, there was no light around, even if there was moonlight, it could only sprinkle a little light through the shade of the trees. He wrapped his coat tightly, kept rubbing his hands, even so, he could feel the heat in his body dissipate from the leaks of his clothes, hungry and thirsty, he felt that his physical strength was passing away at all, but there was no way, occasionally a crow's cry sounded, which made his miserable situation a little more weird, he involuntarily leaned against a tree, holding the black pistol in his hand, he had never been so eager to answer his warm home as he was now, eating dumplings by the fire, thinking about it, his eyes gradually blurred, his head tilted, he was about to fall asleep, when a drop of cold water dropped on his face, and woke him up violently, He stood up in fright, ran around this small hill twice like crazy, until he was so tired that he didn't have any strength to stop, and hot sweat broke out on his forehead, he was glad that if there was no cold drop of water just now, I'm afraid that he would have stepped into the ghost gate with one foot now, in this cold outside world, what he was most afraid of was not cold, but falling asleep after being tired, he knew that if he really fell asleep just now, such a low temperature here was enough for him to sleep here forever, and die before he left the school, which was a situation he didn't want to see。

After that, whenever the sleepiness came to his heart, Zhao Jin grabbed a handful of snowflakes on the ground, wiped them on his neck without hesitation, and let the cold snow water drive away his sleepiness, and after a while, he forced himself to run, took out his pistol and aimed at the unwarranted target, imagining the scene of tomorrow's revenge, and the obsessive supporter in his heart spent this long night minute by minute.

The manager waited until the sky lit up with a fish's belly white, Zhao Jin rubbed his red eyes, the whole person was like a traveler in the desert seeing an oasis, showing a satisfied smile, he finally survived the longest night in his life, his eyes were blue, his lips were even more frozen purple, and his hands were frozen out of shocking chilblains because he often grabbed snow from the ground, and his ears were no longer scepty, but these were all secondary to him who survived, the important thing was that he persevered, and after today, he could leave this damn place！

Not far away, there was a roar of vehicles that shook his spirits, and he grabbed the snow and wiped it on his face to force himself to sober up, and lay on the ground and took out his pistol, staring at the direction from which the sound came.

A few minutes later, a Hummer was the first to appear in sight, he expected it to be good, it was indeed the car of Zhengji, this time to worship the ancestors, the family got up early, taking advantage of the fact that there were not many people in the village, Zhengji drove the car and pulled the family to the ancestral tomb with the gold, silver and yellow paper needed to worship the ancestors, and Mrs. Wang did not come with because of her age.

"Do you remember which one is your grandfather's grave?" asked Masakehira who was driving.

"Of course, the third one on the left hand side is grandpa", Masaki nodded, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, grandpa died of cerebral hemorrhage when he was six years old, and the only memory of grandpa in his young heart at that time was to hold him to look at the scenery under the afterglow at the entrance of the village, the old man's face, after so many years, seemed to be covered with a hazy veil in his memory, and became a little blurry.

The vehicle slowly stopped in front of the grave, the family got out of the car in turn, and under the leadership of Zheng Xueyi, they walked dozens of meters to the easternmost grave that had become a little old, Zheng Xueyi took out the sacrificial food and gold and silver, and said: "This is the grave of your grandfather's grandfather, which is the ancestor of my politician," After speaking, he knelt down, lit the yellow paper, and knocked his head three times, and the rest of the people also kowtowed in turn.

At this time, Zhao Jin, who was on the hillside, stared at the Zhengji people behind the grave, his hand was tightly on the handle of the gun, and he wanted to shoot several times, but when he saw the position of Zhengji's worship, he forcibly suppressed the impatience in his heart, the distance was a little far, and the angle was not very good, so he couldn't bear it.

"Xiao Zheng, what are you doing in a daze, kowtow quickly", Zheng Xueping glanced at his son beside him and urged.

"Oh," Masaki nodded, knelt down and kowtowed twice, I don't know why, he always felt a little uneasy, there was always a feeling of being watched by others, which made him feel a little uneasy.

"Next this is your grandfather's grave, the old grandfather was killed by the Japanese soldiers when he reported the news in order to protect the name of the village when he resisted the Japanese, in fact, he can be regarded as a martyr," Zheng Xueping pointed to a slightly larger tomb and said, also lit a candle, took out a bottle of Moutai, poured some on the grave, and said with words in his mouth: "Grandpa, this is the best liquor in our country, you love to drink during your lifetime, even if we juniors honor you, drink more."

Zhengji watched from the sidelines, his heart was a little sour, one day in the future, will his parents also lie here, will he also take his children to tell the past of every old man, the nostalgia of worshippers, and he will lie in it one day, listening to his younger generation tell about his life, he suddenly feels that this life is actually very short, even if you are rich and noble in your lifetime, or power for a while, or a miserable life, after death is also ** to come,** There is no difference between going naked, after all, it is a pile of loess.

But it was said that on a big tree two kilometers away, the mysterious man of last night was lying on the tree like a ghost, holding a telescope that looked very precise in his hand, clearly looking at Zhengji and Zhao Jin's every move in the distance, the corners of his mouth pulled up a cold smile, as if he was really watching a big show, and muttered to himself: "Zhengji, Zhengji, the time to uncover your true mystery is coming, I want to see what difference can be made to hurt people like that."

He stared closely, all this was actually his deliberate arrangement, many people may ask, why not the experienced Zhao Jin to complete this temptation, but to let a Zhao Jin, who has never been in contact with firearms, complete,