Bang dang!

The door was pushed open with force, and a briefcase was thrown straight in and landed on the couch with unmistakable accuracy. Yang Fan, who was in a suit and leather shoes, stepped into a small rental house. After a long period of unventilated and cramped room, I always felt an unpleasant smell. Yang Fan turned on the light and changed into a pair of torn cotton slippers.

As a history college student who graduated in the new era, he looks like a dog, doing decent work in the historical archives during the day, sorting out and sorting out materials, and when he gets off work, he can only nest in a rental room, living a life of hanging silk, and he can't even find a girl. The father and mother in the countryside have to call two or three times a day, urging Yang Fan to get married quickly, but it really can't be done, so they will find a daughter-in-law in the countryside and make Yang Fan one head and two big.

The suit was casually thrown on the hanger at the door, and Yang Fan pulled off his tie slightly, tore the instant noodles, wantonly threw them in the rice cooker, and poured some tap water. This is his dinner today, but he will have to wait for more than ten minutes.

The computer is turned on. It's an old desktop computer of Windows XP, and it takes a few minutes to even turn on the computer, so he silently lit a cigarette. It is said that living in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, those wanderers are called ant tribes, and Yang Fan, who grew up in the countryside of Yangzhou and lives in Yangzhou City, is no different from the ant tribe. If you want a house or not, if you want money but not money, it's just like this, you can't die of hunger, and you can't live well.

The computer finally popped up the desktop, and that 360 beat the pitiful number of the country's two percent computers. Yang Fan glanced at the rice cooker, and while he was still ready to eat, he was ready to serve a plate of dota. This game, which has been over for many years, is a game that he played from high school to college, and from college to work.

His platform number, the No. 1 musket in Yangzhou, is already famous. Yang Fan sat on the chair that had been exposed, looked at the heat bubbling on the rice cooker, didn't know when he would get such a life, and abruptly finished the last puff of cigarette and pressed it into the ashtray.

The progress bar progressed slowly, slowly. However, Yang Fan was used to it, and as soon as he entered the map, someone typed "Whose little bully, hurry up".

Yang Fan knew the ID of the person opposite, Fengcheng Sanshao, a strong man who didn't play well, but always loved blind BB. He hit the enter key and typed a question mark, which was a response to the strong king.

"Yang Yigun or the first choice?" A teammate typed a sentence and asked Yang Fan if he was the first choice.

Yang Fan only plays one hero - the musketeer. A little dwarf plus a lewd hero. The rice cooker on the side made a fluttering sound, but Yang Fan knew how low the power of this broken rice cooker was, cooking instant noodles was the same as boiling iron eggs, it was very slow.

He looked out the window, it was gray, and it was probably going to snow. I don't know if the dad in the countryside has arthritis, but yesterday the old lady called and said that the family was fine, and Yang Fan was sent to get married and have children, which made him a little stunned. In this era, there is no house, no car, which girl is willing to follow you?

What's more, Yang Fan is still a rural hukou, and he has been eye-to-eye with the girl several times, and as soon as he arrived at the girl's house, he was turned out of the old bottom, and after eating an unpleasant meal under the white eyes of the girl's mother, he broke up hastily.

But fortunately, Yang Fan is quite handsome, the big man of 1.8 meters has inherited the advantages of his old father, and his fair skin and delicate facial features have inherited the advantages of his mother. However, in the face of money, these can only be icing on the cake, and it is too difficult to send charcoal in the snow. A qiē is all for nothing.

Yang Fan came back to his senses, preferred muskets, and bought chickens in the middle order.

The three young men of Fengcheng on the opposite side immediately selected the white cow and put a question mark. It seems to be a bit provocative.

Yang Fan's musket is well-known on the platform, always looking for some tricky angles to go crazy with output, sometimes a team battle comes down, beating the opponent a group annihilation, and the other side doesn't even see him clearly there and dies. It is also widely recognized by players in the industry, and this is how the nickname of Yang Yigun came from.

The sound of the rice cooker was a little loud and squeaky, and the lid on the top was raised from time to time. Taking advantage of the fact that there was still a minute to send troops, Yang Fan picked up a black box next to the computer and opened the flip buckle, which was a beautiful sniper rifle. He found it on a lawn downstairs the other day, and he thought it was a toy gun, so he didn't pay much attention to it. But later I found out that the fifty bullets below were real bullets!

That's what made him nervous. Of course, he knew that it was illegal to possess a firearm, so he quickly contacted a high school classmate in Yangzhou, who was now working in the criminal investigation brigade, and made an appointment to come and take the gun away tonight.

He looked at the sniper rifle carefully, it was the American CheyTac M-200. Yang Fan is not only a college student who graduated from the Department of History, but also a military enthusiast. Of course he knew the power of the gun. Being able to shoot at a distance of 2,500 yards with an accuracy smaller than a dime is definitely an invisible weapon for killing.

He was a little obsessed with the muffler and sight, and he didn't even notice that the game had started. Teammates have already sent frequent signals on the map, asking what is wrong with Yang Fan. He reluctantly put down the gun, because after tonight, it will be taken away by the local public security bureau, and maybe he will be taken away for the record.

The signal light on the rice cooker on the side flashed and flashed, and I don't know where something was wrong again. Yang Fan closed the black box of the sniper rifle and used the mouse to control the hero and walk towards the middle lane. He picked up the black box, stood up, and walked to the side, ready to pull out the plug of the rice cooker.

Bang!

A loud bang exploded directly.

“FirstBlood！” The sound of a musket being taken with blood jumped out of the public screen of the computer. The fire girl in the middle of the opposite side cooperated with the white bull to take a blood of the musket. Fengcheng Sanshao put a question mark to show mockery.

However, Yang Fan couldn't hear it, the rice cooker that exploded was still flashing the signal light, and Yang Fan's shadow was no longer in the room.

The wooden door was pushed open, and two burly men in black walked in with sunglasses.

"What's the matter, the GPS on the black box has lost its positioning?"

"Damn, I can't do anything. This sample gun is lost, do you know that the company will lose tens of billions of dollars? The man next to him took off his sunglasses, and he was a tall, thin, hook-nosed white man who spoke smooth Chinese.

"Isn't it just the M-200, just go back and get another handful."

"Fool, that one is not the M-200 at all, it is the M-400 with a range of 5,000 yards secretly developed by the company. Do you know what this concept is? If the isolation area is set to 3000 meters, it means that with this gun, you can snipe people from 4000 meters away. It must be found, at any cost! ”

"Yang Zi, long time no see...... A man in uniform stepped into the wooden door, his face changed, and he pressed his hand on his waist professionally, "Who are you!" ”

As a young and quick-witted criminal investigation policeman, the moment the man in black pulled out his gun, he quickly and quickly took out the gun from his waist. He came with a mission, so instinctively brought a gun.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out, knocking a man in black to the ground, and a man in police uniform leaning on the side of the door. Downstairs immediately remembered the whistling of police cars!

“Fuck！” The white man frowned, cursed, and jumped from the window on the side.

On the computer on the side, teammates on the public screen quit the game one after another. Fengcheng Sanshao, who was the last to quit the game, said a little proudly, "Yang Yi's shot is nothing more than that", and he also quit the game.

The sound of a beeping phone rang in the room, but it was changed by the shrill siren outside the window......

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Time is fair to everyone, and if it feels that it owes you something at one point, then it will make up for its fault in another way.

Then, when a time season shifts its position, the world becomes different......

In the wheat field, the old man pushed it aside with one hand and drilled out of it, and the mule behind him deliberately slowed down his pace, pulling a bite from the east and taking a bite from the west, and ate very happily. On the mule, the man slapped the mule and scolded, "A foodie." ”

The mule pouted, bared a large row of white teeth, and bit down hard at the wheat.

"Ancestor, the work at home hasn't been finished yet, is it really so urgent?" The man's name was Lao Zu, and he felt that this old man had taken advantage of him. There's no way, people's surname is Zu, and they are fifty years old, so they can't be called Xiaozu. Yang Fan, who has been crossing for three months, sits on a mule with a black box on his back.

That's right, it's crossing.

Yang Fan didn't expect that eating instant noodles could also travel back to the Ming Dynasty.

The old man who looked like a rich man pulled his feet and said, "Have you ever worked? The old man shrugged the burden on his shoulders and said, "The body is afraid of being tired, and the technology is brain-consuming, look at your virtue." ”

"Ancestor, you said it well, why did Emperor Lao Tzu want to go back to you? As far as your three-legged cat kung fu, do you really want to lead troops to fight? ”

The old ancestor frowned and said, "It's not that he cut off Yuan Chonghuan's head, and he didn't lead the troops to fight, this little emperor Chongzhen is in a hurry." You guy is lazy, and this time I brought you to Shuntian to pump your lazy tendons. ”

"Alright, alright. I'll carry the burden. Yang Fan leaned over to pick up the burden.

The rich man ducked, "Look at your shrewd boy, riding a mule to carry a backpack, isn't he tired of a mule?" ”

Yang Fan was a little embarrassed and said, "Why don't you come up too?" Just now, that lady saw that you were still leading a mule at such an age, and she couldn't wait to eat me to relieve her anger. ”

"Loser, you're trying to exhaust it." The rich man feigned anger, led the mule, and walked gracefully in the wheat field. He glanced back at Yang Fan, who was hanging a child, and said, "If you can fulfill what you said a month ago, even if the old man dies of exhaustion under the hooves of the mule, what's the matter?" ”

Yang Fan and the mule were swaying with a wheat pole on his back, teasing the mule and ignoring the ancestor.

The mule moved his lips and shook his head at first, but then lost his temper and simply didn't take care of Yang Fan. Yang Fan also felt bored, lying on his back on the back of the mule, holding the barley pole in his mouth, holding his hands behind his head, and holding Erlang's legs in an old-fashioned manner. Being able to make such a movement on the back of a mule is also a technical job.