"Shh......h Don't make a sound!"

The old man gestured to the children in the corner, and then decisively closed the outer wooden door and the internal security door, the technique was particularly skillful, and the action was extremely decisive, basically only in the blink of an eye to close all the windows on the first floor easily.

Lin Yinqing held the automatic rifle in his hand, tightened the straddle strap of the rifle on his body slightly, and then looked at the old man's flexible hands and feet and unprocrastinating style.

Perhaps from this moment on, a trace of respect and admiration from the soldier gradually rose in her heart for this seemingly faltering and haggard old man, and this unique sense of resonance may come from the same mission of the soldier and the single-mindedness of personal belief.

The sound of gunfire outside once again hung over the streets, a feeling that Lin Yin had long been accustomed to, except for each high-pitched and tragic scream, and the bullets crackled like raindrops on the already overwhelmed earthen walls.

The cold wind is not only biting, but also makes every innocent people feel cold for the status quo, they may have been used to every battle and slaughter like Lin Yinqing, but in the face of the iron-blooded soldiers armed to the teeth, they can only wait for death at a loss.

Lin Yinqing stood in place, his eyes looking around the extraordinarily warm inn with extremely casual eyes, except for a few children who held their breath nervously and hugged each other, everything here was not particularly bad.

The stove was still working as before, and the heat emitted from it completely soothed Lin Yinqing's tense nerves at this moment, and the warm current penetrated into her brain, which inevitably made her feel a different kind of sleepiness and comfort.

The war and fighting outside the window seemed to be isolated from the world, and the shotgun hanging on the wall seemed to have not moved for a long time, and the dust seemed to be tightly attached to the surface, and it seemed to be a little old.

"Iron and blood is like this, in the Middle East they don't know how many people they killed."

The old man whispered, shaking with one hand behind his back, as if he was venting something.

When he closed the window, he picked up the water cup and walked to the water dispenser placed in the corner, the water dispenser was half a head shorter, and the two red and green indicators were a bit like a pair of cute eyes.

Comparing the heights of the two, there is really a feeling that the grandfather and grandson are facing each other, which is a little funny.

The footsteps were loud, completely loud, giving people the illusion of high heels, which caused several naïve children to laugh endlessly.

After taking a glass of warm water, he slowly walked to the soft sofa and sat down, looking particularly natural and casual.

Lin Yinqing was invited by the old man to sit opposite, the two looked at each other, the cup of warm water on the table still exuded residual warmth, and the bright light above their heads shone on the two of them, as if a fiery red sun was close at hand.

"It looks like you're here on an assassination mission, and here's a quick explanation, but it's best to be clear-headed."

When the old man had finished speaking, he got up and went up to the attic, took out the key in his trouser pocket and opened a guest room.

Lin Yinqing followed, paying attention to the children in the corridor, who listened to the gunfire outside the house and continued to fiddle with the toys in their hands, but some of them were still playing as if nothing had happened.

She followed the old man's footsteps, only to see the old man push open the door of a guest room, and the scene in front of her was very gratifying, the wooden floor was as smooth and clean as if it had been cleaned up many times, and the dusty TV had changed from a necessity of life to an embellishment, or decoration.

The old man turned on the light in the bedroom, held a remote control in his hand, aimed at the air conditioner to adjust the temperature, Lin Yinqing held the gun in his hand, looking at the house that was difficult to find in the troubled times, and couldn't help but have a sour nose.

The old man patted Lin Yinqing's shoulder, pointed to a wardrobe and said

"There are military items in my collection in this cabinet, as well as a few guns, all of which were picked up from the battlefield, you look at it, I also opened a shooting range, not to mention, let's look at the shooting range."

The old man gave Lin Yinqing a smile, and then turned around and left this bright and warm hut, his footsteps were still so alone, maybe this is the funny characteristic of the old man, and it is also this kind of naughtiness that will allow him to take in so many refugees.

Lin Yinqing put down the Type 81 automatic rifle and cautiously adjusted the speed and slow machine to the closed state, the iron-black muzzle of the gun pointed directly at a window, from which he could have a bird's-eye view of the entire street.

She wanted to stay here for the rest of the night while planning the assassination, but at this time, she had to pick a good weapon that could not only hide in her suit, but also fire fast enough.

She opened the cabinet, and her eyes were suddenly filled with a dazzling array of weapons, ***, automatic rifles, which were everything.

But what Lin Yinqing looked at was nothing more than a few guns, UZI*** and Glocker 1 8 Punch Pistol, judging from the degree of wear, the former is definitely a veteran of the battlefield, the paint has been scraped off, and from the side it has already revealed a miserable white.

The latter, on the other hand, is lighter than the former, like a small and delicate little devil, and at the same time can take advantage of its unpreparedness to easily take out the attacking enemy.

Lin Yinqing repositioned UZI on the pylon, and carefully took out the small and delicate Punch Pistol.

It is very different from the heavy feeling of UZI, whether you hold it in your hand or hold it completely in your hand, you don't feel the slightest heaviness and pressure.

Lin Yinqing sneered, checked the speed machine and sleeve, made sure there were no mistakes, and then placed it on the pistol holster on the outside of her thigh, compared to these hard goods, there was nothing more interesting for her.

There is always the belief that you will win, but now is better to take a good rest and prepare for the challenges and unforeseen things ahead.

She closed the bedroom door and lay down on the soft bed, staring straight at the white ceiling, thinking about her plans, and then went to sleep carefree.