Old San Diego, San Diego, California, USA.

Landau Andison stretched out on the big bed, didn't wake up the women around him, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window opposite in his pajamas, looking at the starry sky.

"When will such a depraved life be the end?"

Walking down the stairs to the kitchen, taking out a fresh lemon from the fridge and chopping it, adding ice cubes to the cup, Landau looked out the window and slowly drank the homemade lemonade.

It's been more than two months since I crossed over here.

There is no bloody system, no strange existence of Shinto, and there are no intricate entanglements of interests and interpersonal relationships around.

I don't know why the original owner who died left his fortune, as well as this single-family house of three or four hundred square meters, but the few memory fragments just made Landau fit into this place perfectly.

Landau's life suddenly changed from a 5-to-9 social animal to a lying person, ignoring everything in the outside world.

Wake up every day, make yourself a glass of your favorite lemonade, say hello to your neighbors when you go for a morning run, and come back from a run just in time to wash.

At noon, I will go to the surrounding shooting range to practice guns, feel the smoke of freedom, and sometimes I can meet some people from other places who come to travel and have a friendly exchange.

After the evening workout, head to the bar for a few drinks.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to run into your neighbor on the way home, and John will come home from work, say hello to him, and ask him to give him a ride.

It would be even better if you ignored the oddities of the John Smith family, after all, both husband and wife had the surname Smith.

John, who runs a construction company, always comes home late at night, and his wife, a computer consultant, arrives at the same time.

As long as they are not the number one killers of their respective companies, then their worries can disappear.

Stimulated by the lemonade, the energetic Landau saw an Audi drive by, it was John Smith who was coming home from work.

Thinking of communicating with the exemplary husband about how to launch an offensive against a woman, Landau went to wash up and chose a bottle of brandy in the wine cabinet as a gift.

As soon as Landau, who was holding the gift, went out of the door, he heard a gunshot from the next room, and then the gunshots came and went, and they never stopped.

whispered, "Damn, it's really them." Landau, who hurriedly hid home, thought for a moment, but still called the police.

When the police arrived, they knocked on John's door with them.

Landau, who was holding the gift, saw John open the door with his upper body bare: "Is everything okay?" I hear you making a fuss here."

John Smith smiled and accepted the gift from Landau: "It's okay, everything is fine, it's great." ”

Randaw, who poked in, but didn't see his wife, asked hesitantly, "So, you... Are you all right? ”

The door was pulled open completely, and everyone saw Mrs. Smith, who was only covered by her shirt, leaning against John's body, "Too good to be better." Landau, oh officers, good evening. ”

Looking at the disheveled appearance of the two people, Landau hurriedly said: "Oh, very good, it looks like you are redecorating, I told you a long time ago, the wallpaper of your house needs to be changed." Then we'll see you tomorrow. ”

When he returned home, Landau was cooking dinner in the kitchen, while reminiscing about the ending of the Smiths, and made up his mind to live in his safe house tomorrow.

Before waiting for news about the original owner, Landau would never get involved in any turmoil.

Waiting until Landau finished cooking dinner, he pushed open his door, "Oh, my sweetheart, it's time to get up." "The three-metre bed was empty.

was not in a good mood, but because the beauty did not say goodbye, it became worse in an instant.

A note on the bedside table was picked up by Landau and read:

"Dear Landau, your skills are really good. Hopefully, your technique in performing the task is better. ”

It's been two months, and finally there is a little news about the original owner, and Landau is trembling with excitement, clutching the note, walking around the bedroom, dancing.

Today's life is a paradise on earth, but everyone understands that in the United States, there is absolutely no way for a person who has no social connections, not only has a huge amount of savings, but also has such a residence.

Not to mention his own agile skills, like instinctive shooting ability, and that whole wall of guns.

The next day, a sleepy-eyed Landau walked down the stairs and saw the letter on the ground at the door.

Picking up the letter and opening it, the two gold coins that fell out rolled on the dining table, and the cardboard that was pulled out was printed with two heads, which were the neighbors next door, Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

The heads of a man and a woman are all stamped with the word protection.

How could it be to protect the Smiths, they are the number one killers of their respective companies. Could it be that the purpose of living here in the first place was to get close to them?

In other words, the identity of the original owner is likely to be a killer as well.

Landau, who had come to a conclusion, picked up the gold coins one by one, turned around and walked to the corner room.

A hand pressed against the switch, and an entire wall cracked through the middle and flipped inward, revealing a wall full of guns.

Staring at the guns on the wall, Landau lifted the bottom one to put in the gift bag, and then packed up the other equipment.

Randaw, who was carrying a black gift bag, rang the doorbell of John's house, looked at John Smith with a smile, and handed him the card: "I think you are in big trouble, and the helpful neighbor has come to help a little." ”

Landau walked inside, turned around and helped close the door, opened the duffel bag, and placed two tricks in the doorway.

At this time, John's wife's voice came from upstairs, "John? ”

He took out a HK416 rifle from his duffel bag and threw it to John, only to see John take it and skillfully inspect the firearm, and replied in a low voice, "Honey, big trouble has come to the door." ”

He took out a long spray from the bag and put it on his back, holding two women's pistols in both hands, and looked at Jane Smith, who was aiming at him and walking down the stairs: "Jane, these are the two women's pistols I bought on purpose." ”

Landau didn't expect that it turned out that John threw the rifle in his hand to Jane, and he took the two ladies pistols himself.

"Oh, John, that's not going to work. Aren't you in charge of your family? With that, Landau untied the long spray behind his back and threw it to John, and spread his hands to him.

John immediately took the long spray and threw away the two guns, "Our family is more democratic, and we don't like that." We are a model couple."

Landau took the lady's twin guns, tossed the gift bag, and lifted an M249 SAW from inside, but before he could say anything, the sound of a broken window was heard.

With a kick of the gift bag at the two of them, Landau picked up his machine gun and ran down the stairs, "Hurry up, hurry! ”