Back in the car, Ethan smoked a cigarette and drove away.

It was still early, and he decided to go to Miles' Restaurant to kill time before going to Old Sam's to get a gun.

Inside the dining room, Ethan was casually eating his lunch, and Daria had passed by him for the sixth time.

Every time I passed by him, there was always some trivial accident.

For example, if a towel accidentally falls on the floor, she has to bend down to pick it up.

For example, if the ketchup is on your fingers, it is not too much to lick it clean, and it should not affect the guests' meals.

Ethan got up in desperation to wash his hands, and found that there were water stains on the floor of the bathroom

He angrily called Daria over, as a clerk, he had the obligation to keep the facilities in the store clean and tidy, and not to interfere with the use of customers.

After Daria humbly accepted Ethan's criticism, Ethan calmly buckled his belt and returned to his seat to finish his lunch.

After sleeping in the car for more than an hour, his cell phone rang and Sam informed him that the formalities had been completed and he could go over and pick up the gun.

Coming to Old Sam's Fishing and Hunting Shop again, Ethan bought some accessories, put a bunch of things in the back seat, and drove home.

When he got home, he immediately took out a worn-out wooden table from the tool room and placed it in front of the improvised shooting range that had been put out earlier.

On the table, the Anaconda revolver, M4A1, M1911 were lined up in order.

Ethan first picked up the 6-inch python revolver, and the silver-white body looked very textured.

Shake a gun like in a western cowboy movie, then open the nest, and stuff the 357-inch Magnum bullets into the nest one by one.

He picked up the gun and aimed at the thin iron plate not far away, and with a muffled "bang", a small hole was drilled into the iron plate.

Ethan smiled with satisfaction, feeling the recoil of the python, and continued to pull the trigger to shoot the remaining five bullets.

Putting the python revolver down, Ethan picked up the M4A1 that had been assembled aside.

This gun has accompanied him through a lot of happy childhood, and now that he has the opportunity, of course, he has to buy one for himself.

He pressed the butt of his rifle to his shoulder, adjusted his stance, and aimed at the white tire that had been sprayed white by paint twenty meters away, and as the flame from the muzzle of the gun came out, the bullet flew towards the tire.

It's a pity that there is no blessing of skills, the accuracy is average, and it is accurate when not using a pistol.

After firing a magazine, a chime appeared in my head.

Hurriedly opened the system panel and found that a rifle skill had been added to the skill list.

He happily reloaded the magazine, and after a few more punctures against the tires, he threw the loaded Anaconda revolver and M4A1 into space.

As long as the skill is generated in the system panel, as long as the skill book is obtained in the future, you are not afraid that you will not go to the head.

Picking up the Browning M1911 at the end, he first disassembled the pistol into parts, carefully wiped it with gun oil, and then reassembled it.

Aimed at the tire just now, the shot was very smooth, and the landing point was also very dense, Ethan was satisfied with the muzzle of the gun, this gun was well maintained before.

After packing up everything, Ethan went to the tool room to find a shovel, and walked towards the mountain forest on the side of the house, stepping on the ground with the sound of falling leaves, startling away several small animals.

He was the only family in the vicinity, and the old Morgan bought a large area of mountains and forests around him, and he also fenced it off with a simple wooden fence to prevent unrelated people from entering. Now it's convenient for Ethan.

Coming to a place a few hundred meters away from the house, Ethan found a small hillside, the hillside was full of small pale yellow flowers, in the sunlight, it was very beautiful, it was a good place for a picnic.

He trampled on the soft soil with his foot, Lao Mei's land was really fertile enough.

Taking off his shirt, Ethan brandished his shovel and got to work.

After more than an hour, estimating that the depth was almost there, Ethan wiped a handful of sweat, threw the shovel out, and crawled out of the dirt pit with both hands.

Sticking a shovel into a nearby mound of dirt, Ethan whistled back to the house and jumped into the lake to wash the dirt off his body.

Fast forward to the evening, Ethan changed into a black tracksuit and a peaked cap, and drove to Davis's Bar.

In the distance, I saw Hood next to the bar, who was sitting on the stairs of the barn eating.

The bar was quite lively, and as far as I can remember, Cole's wife would hold a vigil here, and it is believed that Cole's brother would also be there.

After waiting for a short time, Dirks and Marcus were soon seen, and the two of them wielded pistols and had an argument with Hood.

Amicably dissuaded by Candy's double-barreled shotgun, the quarrel quickly subsided.

The two of them could be heard from afar as they continued to roar for revenge, and Ethan smiled and took a sip of his water bottle.

After the confrontation ended, Dix and Marcus returned to the bar to continue drinking, and Hood quickly went up to the second floor of the barn to rest.

Ethan continued to wait patiently, and when it came to ten o'clock in the evening, the people in Davis's Bar dispersed.

Marcus and Dirks staggered into a pickup truck and left the bar.

Ethan followed from a distance, and the car soon stopped again at the Savoyard Gentlemen's Club.

After the two of them entered the club, Ethan pulled over to their pickup truck and turned off the engine to wait.

This time, I waited until after 1 a.m. to see the two of them staggering out of the club.

The two came to the front of the car and helped each other to fertilize the bushes.

Ethan looked around in the car to make sure there was no one around, he didn't hesitate, lowered the brim of his hat, opened the door and got out of the car.

Pulling out the wooden stick he had prepared in advance from the space, he quickly walked behind the two of them.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Marcus looked back drunkenly shaking his head, and a wooden stick whistled in the wind.

After knocking the two of them unconscious cleanly, Ethan threw the stick back into the space, took out two more rags and stuffed them into their mouths, then tied them tightly with ropes, and carried them to the back of the car and covered them with canvas.

After doing all this, Ethan quickly left the scene.

Soon, the F150 came to the place where it was busy today, parked in front of the dirt pit, and Ethan went to the rear bucket to lift the canvas.

Marcus and Dix had woken up, looking at Ethan in horror, their gagged mouths whimpering and writhing in the back.

Ethan didn't say anything, but moved the two of them out of the car, kicked them into the dirt pit again, and threw the wooden stick they had just used into the dirt pit

Taking out the M1911 from the space, Ethan took a few heavy breaths, raised his pistol and aimed it at the two people in the pit, "Bang bang......"

The sound of gunfire startled a group of night birds, and the moonlight scattered on the mountains and forests was exceptionally bright.

Putting away the pistol, Ethan picked up the shovel and continued to get busy, digging hard, but the backfill was quite fast.

After the land was completely leveled, Ethan drove away, believing that the flowers would bloom more vigorously next year.

Back at the house, Ethan connected the water pipes, rinsed the dirt from the car's tires and the rear bucket a few times, and drove the car back to the garage and parked.