Bang! Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

I've loved it since I got to tie his BUL-M-5 to my waist, and when I got back to the 729 park, I would have people fill the hillside outside the park with bottles of wine whenever I had a little time, and Buzhea and I would go outside the park with guns to practice shooting.

There is no man who does not love guns, as long as he pulls the trigger, the smell of gunpowder in the chamber of the gun is emitted, so that everyone wants to become a 'quasi-god' who can hit the target with a raised hand.

What's more, it's still a real guy.

As I stood in the woods with a gun, Břea kept adjusting my posture: "Hands straight, relaxed......"

"Fart, how can you relax when your hands are straight? How do you straighten when you're relaxed? ”

"I mean to let you relax when you straighten your hands, and don't let you stand there." ”

"Look at the three points and the line, adjust your breathing, and when your breathing is the most stable, pull the trigger ......"

Bang!

I watched as the muzzle of the gun spewed tongues of fire, and the beer bottles not far away shattered—popped.

But I knew in my heart that my shooting distance was not a good thing, after all, it was only ten meters.

The problem is that this M-5 is particularly, not to mention the recoil, and the stability is not very good when you get your hands on it.

Of course, this is talking about comparing with those high-tech guns produced in modern times, and the Glock sold in the Mengneng market is compared to this thing gun, and then I searched the Internet and realized that this thing was actually produced in the late 90s.

Bang.

When I finished the last bullet and put my hand down, I found that after Bjea adjusted my posture, I don't know when I retreated to ten meters away, just here, still standing next to an uncle who was more than one person thick, when I turned my head, he first held the tree with his hand and prepared to dodge back, and saw me rush down the muzzle of the gun, so he didn't take a step.

"What about you?"

I glanced at Bjea and said this.

Bjea was not annoyed and walked over slowly and said, "When I was training recruits, I saw people who threw grenades into their shirts and blew themselves up, so I am especially careful about this kind of thing that can kill people. ”

"How do you throw a grenade in your shirt?"

It sounds so unreliable to me.

Buzhea picked up a stone from the ground casually, obviously throwing it forward, but the stone was skimming up, he also looked up specifically, and then turned around and ran, when the T-shirt on his body was blown up by the wind and the neckline was opened, the whole person was bulging with a big bag.

The stone didn't fall in, but I could see the whole thing clearly, and then Bjea turned to look at me and said, "That's it." ”

I scratched my head slowly, imagining the image of a recruit who was about to run but was dropped by a grenade in his clothes, and said, "He can carry it too." ”

Bjea nodded: "The entire military region is just that case, and let me catch up." ”

"Return?"

"Let's go back."

I ran out of bullets, stuffed my gun into my holster, picked up the two extra magazines from the ground, and walked to the park with more than a hundred shells on the ground.

Nearly halfway through the walk, I opened my mouth and asked, "How much alcohol can you drink?" ”

When he saw me mention this stubble again, he responded: "We who came out of the mountains have never seen much of the world, and when we were children, we saw smoke and wine, and we died. ”

I followed the conversation and said, "I've seen a video of a child in Southeast Asia who started smoking at a few years old. ”

"Normal." Bjea didn't take it seriously and said: "It's normal to get an injection, and here, I don't feel surprised if anything happens." ”

"We don't know what tomorrow will look like, and we don't look forward to the arrival of tomorrow, since I can remember, there have been continuous wars on this ground for many years, and the most majestic except for the warlords are drug lords, ah, I guess the most majestic in the eyes of the people now should be those who engage in fraud."

"You know, when I went back to the mountains before, the girls in the mountains were the most envious of the women who sat on 570, saying that they were dressed beautifully, and they lived a bright day every day."

I turned my head to look at him, "If they really lived like that, they wouldn't think like that." ”

"I don't know."

"All I know is that the envy they express is genuine."

The two of us walked back to the gate of the park, and when the small door in the park opened and we walked in one by one, I had been back from Mengneng for two days.

That day, at noon, it was a meal at the Judicial Committee, and Lao Qiao was in charge of the spoon himself, and he seemed to be happy to cook four dishes.

And I, fighting the landlord in the office with Yang Rong and Bjea, in order to let us have a good time, Lao Qiao opened the safe, which was full of dollars, and threw a thick stack in front of us and said, "Take it yourself if you lose." ”

He had hundreds of thousands in the safe, but he didn't even look at it and went out to cook, and the next second we glanced at each other, and rushed over almost at the same time, Yang Rong stepped on the table and collapsed, but I grabbed two stacks, and the two of them hugged each other.

These two goods, so energetic, all like a cow, Lao Qiao looked at us tearing on the ground, and shouted while flipping the spoon: "Don't move the guys, don't hit the head!" ”

It's a good thing!

In the end, I didn't rob these two boys, but after an hour of fighting, I won all the green skins for him, and I didn't keep a single one.

In the end, Yang Rong owes me 40,000 and Bjea owes me 60,000.

If it weren't for Lao Qiao serving food on the table and stirring up the situation, I could let these two goods pull the bill to their hometown, I was born in a blue code, let me touch the poker, isn't this a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

The meal was very enjoyable, and Old Joe didn't scare me again during the meal, but handed me a hard drive when the more people chatted and the hotter it became.

I asked Old Joe, "What is this?" ”

Lao Qiao shook his head: "I don't understand, the God of Wealth asked me to buy it, saying that you young people like these things, and also said that this is an anonymous virtual currency on the Internet, called bits, and ...... What do you like, anyway, I bought a lot, this is for you to play with. ”

I took the hard drive and looked at Old Joe: "How are you playing?" ”

"Go, ask the God of Wealth to go, sincerely let my old man make a fool of himself in front of the two of them, isn't it?"

"If you really want to ask, you can ask me."

I got off the donkey and took out the gun that Bjea had just tied to my waist on the spot, held the muzzle of the gun and handed it to Old Joe: "Will you do this?" ”

Old Joe looked at me and sneered, and the second he reached out to take the gun, the whole gun instantly turned into loose parts in his hand, and it was still neatly arranged in order; By the blink of an eye, he had assembled the whole gun, and the muzzle of the gun rushed to 'quack' and pulled the trigger.

"Good!"

Yang Rong immediately began to applaud, and at this time Lao Qiao put the magazine back, threw the gun to me again, and said, "Play this? When you still have a urine kang, no one under the big bag can be faster than me, and I can play no, I won't, but I can play with you. ”

I looked stupid, I was completely shocked by the old man's smooth movements, and when I came out of the judicial committee and returned to the park, I also asked Bjea to give me a visit, his hand speed was more than a grade worse than that of Lao Qiao, although it was also smooth, it didn't look as silky as anyone else. This thing is like having long eyes in Lao Qiao's hands, and he can find a place to install it, and Bjea has to think about it before assembling it again.

From then on, I fell in love with guns and dragged Bjea into the woods when I had nothing to do......

And I play with a gun, which is not a threat to Lao Qiao at all, whether it is himself or Yang Rong, even if I am napping, it is impossible for me to pull the trigger with a gun.

This thing, for me, can only be regarded as a reward.

……

In the 729 park, as soon as I walked in from the gate, the oil-headed boy came over and said with a smile on his face: "Brother, I understand the matter!" ”

(End of chapter)