"Where has little Shabi gone? Dinner is almost cold. "The man was wearing an ARK-11 combat vest and a pair of trousers with pistol holsters and knee pads, and was sitting on a wooden chair by the door. His slightly tired face and bloodshot eyes could be seen. Sweat was dripping from his sideburns, but he didn't have time to wipe them.

Or no mind.

"Big brother! Just came out of the gym and there was a traffic light, just come and go. A slightly helpless voice came from the other end of the scrolling phone, and then a foreign language came out, "Don't eat first, or I'll stuff your head into the chrysanthemum." At least give me an elbow. The last sentence was a broken sentence, but the man heard the slight sound of the pistol safety closing on the other end of the phone and the engine roar as the car restarted.

The man laughed and scolded Shabi and hung up the phone. He picked up the Type 89 electromagnetic rifle beside him and stroked the barrel gently, the cold touch brought him a trace of peace in his anxious heart. "Fisher has run into a makeshift sentry for the Resistance, and we'll have to wait five minutes for him."

"retarded." The other man in the room rolled his eyes, he was wearing a pair of-yellow trousers, and he couldn't help but pull the collar of his combat vest, as if he wanted to breathe, and walked back and forth a little impatiently.

"There may not be enough time." The man sitting at the table pushed his glasses, "You walk back and forth, believe it or not, Lao Tzu shoved the muzzle of the gun into your." ”

The shit yellow man pouted at the glasses man, pointed his ass at him, and made a lewd crotch top action.

The man in glasses raised his eyebrows, and with an expressionless face, he pulled out a large pistol inserted in his side, and the "Golden Snake", which is more than double the caliber of the Type 89 electromagnetic rifle, is undoubtedly a large-caliber pistol among the gunpowder weapons still in production.

The shit yellow man jumped to the side with a "whoosh", his face twisted, and his mouth was broken: "What a perverted ......"

The man with glasses smiled and inserted the "Golden Snake" back into the gun bag, his right hand naturally drooped, and gently stroked an RM-140 gun with a length of more than 1.4 meters and a weight of 23.7 kg (including a magazine of 6 rounds). "You know a fart, a big gun is a man's romance, and your toy gun will also shoot a bird."

The yellow man was furious, pulled out the magazine of the PPM-90 electromagnetic submachine gun in his hand, and pulled the bolt back and forth like a show of power, "At least Lao Tzu shoots fast!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes, if you fast, you have to wash your pants before you take them off. There is itself you plug in the magazine to pull, Lao Tzu watch you pick up bullets on the ground. ”

"Why don't you pull, you ......" The yellow man was furious, but was interrupted by the glasses man's clean pull of the bolt, the 23.7 kg gun was held horizontally by the glasses man, and an orange and yellow bullet thicker than his thumb jumped out of the shell window, and the red and black bullet seemed to have great charm, and was grabbed by the glasses man with his hand.

"You!" The yellow man's face is yellow.

The man on the wooden chair tilted his head and watched the two subordinates quarrel with each other, and he couldn't understand how the two teasers were still in the mood to talk at this time. Although the depression in my heart has been reduced a lot, I have to frown at the lack of crisis awareness of the two. He took a deep breath of his cigarette and threw his head back into a puff of "SB" smoke.

Maybe it's because he doesn't have a family and lacks a sense of responsibility. He didn't think about it. It was the last shift of the rotation in the six months since he left home, and he just wanted to bring these energetic half-grown children back to the Federation in their entirety, one by one. It was he who trained them, and it was he who brought the children to this hot and unfriendly place, so he felt it was his duty to bring them back.

There was a special rhythmic knock at the door, and the corners of the man's mouth hooked, and he knocked on the door with his backhand a few times.

The door opened, and the man who was halfway through his hand to open it rolled his eyes and withdrew his hand.

Entering the door was a black-haired man, he was carrying a black bag printed with "Nadi Gym", his slightly immature and delicate face already faintly revealed the smell of killing Jingo, and the sweat on his sideburns was far less conspicuous than the sweat that wet the front and back of his polo shirt.

"Little Shabi is finally here?" The yellow man, who had already lost the upper hand in the fight with the glasses man, finally found a way to get out.

"Oh." The brunette man smiled.

"Cut~" The yellow man pouted.

The old man smiled and was about to take another puff, but found that the cigarette was almost lit to the cigarette butt, so he took out the cigarette case, took out another one, put it in his mouth, and lit it with the cigarette butt.

"Yo, smoke and smoke, mold for three years~" The black-haired man said with a grin.

"Bunny." The old man laughed and cursed, took out another cigarette, and threw it to the black-haired man along with the cigarette butt.

The black-haired man stretched out his right hand to take the fluttering cigarette butt and cigarette, he held the cigarette with his index finger and middle finger, and the cigarette butt with the ring finger and little finger, took the cigarette in his mouth, flipped it over, and lit the cigarette with the cigarette butt. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, walked to the window with his bag, and began to dress.

"Fisher, Rem said just now that your toy gun can only shoot birds!" The yellow man leaned over and looked at the PPM-90 that the black-haired man took out of his bag, frowning and wincing.

The black-haired man replied with a smile: "But I a lot!" ”

The yellow man looked confused.

The black-haired man and the glasses man looked at each other and smiled, and slashed their fists.

"You're also deep in routines!" The yellow man screamed.

The old man smiled and watched the three of them play, while the black-haired man just looked up into his eyes.

The lit cigarette butt hissed softly with the black-haired man's breathing, as if time had stood still, and the circle of cigarette sticks that slowly burned towards the cigarette butt was like the inexplicable smile in the old man's eyes, the slowly cracking wall behind him, and the fire and blue light that came out in between.