The fat man knew that this modification similar to a dummy bullet could only make the bullet enter the body and roll, and could not achieve the lethal effect of the real dummy bullet, but it did not prevent him from making a small change.

He is a mortal with no ambitions, and mortals have seven emotions and six desires, as well as hatred for injustice.

What happened to the bear child stone made him feel powerless, and he should do whatever it takes to harm the little devil to avenge people like the bear child, he doesn't need to penetrate the injury, and he doesn't want the little devil to return to the battlefield after being healed.

Kindness to the enemy is the greatest harm to oneself.

He would never do such a thing, so this group of bandits trains during the day and changes the bullets for the fat man at night!

After everything was accounted for, the fat man led the bear child and the monkey back to the little attic where he lived, and he found it very interesting to find that the bear child kept staring at his waist all the time, and the purpose was obvious, he wanted the Browning.

Let the monkey lead the bear child to find a room to sleep, and the fat man began to think about how to let the monkey give him a hand in the shortest possible time.

"Uncle, this hairy kid is a little strange!" As soon as the monkey came back, he told the fat man what he had found, and the bear child didn't want to sleep with the monkey, and he didn't let the monkey help when he went to the toilet or bathed, which was too abnormal.

"Idiot, the stone is a girl, I don't even see it!" The fat man rolled his eyes, and looked at the monkey with great contempt.

"Ah, no wonder." The monkey suddenly realized, but after thinking about it again, he felt that it was inappropriate and said: "Uncle, the village is full of old men, the injury of the second master is not good, and Xiaocui is not there, it is not convenient for us to take this girl baby." ”

"Spicy next door, when the boy can't take it, how can she toss it like this, who told her to learn the ability to kill people from the fat man?" The fat man scolded and scolded, he could only be cynical in such a world, and added: "Ming'er called her up in the morning, practiced the queue with you, learned to practice guns with the three masters, dared to cry, and was punished if he was not qualified, you kid will do it yourself!" ”

"Uncle, it won't be too ruthless." The monkey lamented in his heart, Nima, this is still a human being, this is a five-year-old child, to die, where can he do it.

"Ruthless?" The fat man pursed his lips and smiled, if he was not cruel to himself in this war years, there was no hope of survival, let alone killing.

After the monkey left, the fat man also had a drowsy mood, since the crossing on the top of this fat body, than before the crossing more sleepy, and the sleep is also very heavy, if it is not for the hearing of this body is different from ordinary people, he will never find out that someone in the middle of the night actually stole chickens.

The wooden door was gently pushed open, and the sound was very low, such a sound was difficult for ordinary people to detect, but it startled the fat man in his sleep, and in a daze, he reflexively copied the loaded Browning high-power pistol in his hand.

The little eyes opened a slit, and by the moonlight, a dim figure was seen in a dim way, sneaking to the side of his bed on tiptoe, and then raising his little hand to touch his waist.

The fat man sneered in his heart, this bear child was full of obsession with the Browning, and actually did the business of stealing chickens and dogs at night, which made him angry and funny, so he simply half-closed his eyes and fell asleep directly, to see how the bear child obeyed his gun.

The bear child's little hand groped around the fat man's waist for a while, the immature five fingers touched lightly, and the waist was originally the soft flesh of the human body.

After touching for a long time, the bear child didn't touch anything, and his hand continued to reach forward, and it was a period of unstoppable groping, and then the bear child wondered, and the fat man was hairy.

The bear child touched the place where it shouldn't be touched, the dense touch, the bear child lacked physiological knowledge, he didn't know what it was, and the little hand touched a thing with heat and like a gun barrel, so he dragged it, dragged it again, still couldn't move, and dragged it again......

Repeated many times like this, the bear child has no solution, this "gun" is stunned and can't be dragged, and it will get bigger, it's too strange.

The fat man wants to cry without tears, and he gritted his teeth and prepared to give this unscrupulous bear child a fried chestnut with sugar. Fortunately, at this time, the bear child's little hand was withdrawn in time, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The bear child was not discouraged, groped up and down the bed, and finally found the small Browning under the fat man's pillow, happily took the Browning and prepared to go out of the house, because he was too happy to find Browning, accidentally touched the chair next to him, and the sound of "snap" made her hurriedly hide behind the cabinet and squat, poke out her head to see if the fat man woke up.

Seeing that the fat man was lying on the bed and did not react, she patted her chest and walked out, closed the door and slipped out.

"Spicy next door, this little broken child, dare to drag this place!" The fat man sat up angrily, looking at the little fat man who was angry and set up a small tent, his face was almost crooked, and if he wanted to drag this bear child down again, he had to have a bad **.

The fat man got out of bed in his pants, lit a cigarette and smoked, he was waiting for the bear child to fall asleep, and then the gun came back, thinking of the evil fire that made the bear child rise just now, he scolded angrily in his mind: "Spicy next door, tomorrow I have to practice this broken child!" ”

It wasn't until the fat man stayed for an hour that he went out of the house and touched the bear child's room on the second floor.

The bear child was already asleep, his hands around Browning, and a smile on his lips.

"If you don't learn well at a young age, let's see how the fat master will fix your broken child tomorrow." The fat man said in his heart, and he smoothed Browning back in three or two clicks, and then secretly left the room, closed the door and went downstairs to go back to the house to sleep.

There was no word that night.

Early the next morning, the fat man woke up to the sound of the broken gong, and was about to scold his mother, only to see that the monkeys outside the window had gathered most of the brothers in the cottage and were training in the whole team.

After checking his equipment, he found that he had nothing missing, so he washed up, and then took all the twenty rings and Browning, and went out of the room, and the early monkey brought back breakfast, porridge, white flour steamed buns, and a plate of pickles, all on the table in the hall.

"Humph!"

The fat man had just sat down to enjoy the humble breakfast when he heard the muffled snort of the bear child behind him, presumably awakened by the sound of a broken gong.

"If you want to learn to kill, train with them!" Although the fat man knew why the bear child hummed him, he didn't say a word about what happened last night, mainly because he didn't have the cheekiness to tell such a little girl the truth: That place can't be dragged ah.

"Give me a gun!" The bear child does not open which pot to mention.

"You can practice with them for three months without crying or quitting, and the fat man can consider giving you a gun." The fat man drank porridge and ate steamed buns and pickles.

"You said it." The bear child's obsession with guns is very strong, she already thought she had succeeded last night, but she didn't expect to wake up and the gun was gone.

"This kind of gun, huh?" The fat man took out the small Browning from his bosom and placed it on the dining table.

When the bear child saw this gun, he understood everything, this damn fat man took advantage of her sleep, and actually went back to the gun, it seems that her stealing last night has been discovered, and it is impossible to steal from this dead fat man.

"Practice and practice." The bear child grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing hard, eager to eat it all in one bite, so that she could continue to train and get the first gun in her life.