boom! boom!
boom!
boom!
Ever since Brea tied his BUL-M-5 around my waist, I couldn't put it down. After returning to the 729 Park, whenever I have time, people will fill the hillside outside the park with wine bottles. I Ze and Brzea took their guns and went outside the park to practice shooting.
There is no man who doesn't love guns. As soon as the trigger is pulled, the smell of gunpowder in the gun chamber is released, and every man hopes to become a 'god' who can hit the target with just a raise of his hand.
What's more, this is a real guy.
When I stood in the woods with a gun, Burea kept adjusting my posture: "Stretch your hands straight, relax..."
"Fart, how can you relax your hands when they are stretched out? How can you relax your hands when they are relaxed?"
Boureat acted as if he hadn't heard: "What I mean is that you should relax your hands after you straighten them, and don't let your whole body stand there."
"Look at the three o'clock and the line, adjust your breathing, and when your breathing is the most stable, pull the trigger..."
boom!
I watched the gun spit out tongues of fire, and the beer bottle not far away shattered with the sound - snap.
But I knew from the bottom of my heart that my shooting distance was not that good. After all, it was only ten meters.
The problem is that this M-5 is very bad, not to mention the recoil. Once you get it in hand, you realize that the stability is not very good.
Of course, this is compared with those modern firearms that are full of technology. Let’s just say that the Glock sold on the market is better than this thing. Later, I searched online and found out that this thing turned out to be from the late 1990s. Produced.
boom.
After I finished firing the last bullet and put my hand down, I realized that after Boureat adjusted my posture, I didn't know when I had retreated ten meters away. I was still standing next to a man as big as a person. I turned my head. When he was walking, he first held the tree with his hands and prepared to hide back. When he saw me rushing down the muzzle of the gun, he didn't move.
"What about you?"
I glanced at Bourgea and said this.
Bujea was not annoyed and slowly walked over and said: "When I was training new recruits, I saw someone throw a grenade into his own shirt and blow himself up, so I'm very careful about things like this that can kill people."
"Why did you throw the grenade into your shirt?"
It sounds so unreliable to me.
Burea casually picked up a stone from the ground. He obviously threw it forward, but the stone turned up. He even looked up, then turned around and ran away. When the wind blew up his T-shirt, his collar When I opened it, there was a big bulge all over my body.
The stone didn't fall in, but I could see the whole process clearly. Then Brzea turned around, looked at me, and said, "That's it."
I slowly scratched my head, imagining the image of a recruit who was about to run away, but a grenade fell into his clothes, and said, "He can carry it."
Bujea nodded: "That's the only case in the entire military region that allowed me to catch up."
"Go back?"
"Go back."
The bullets were all gone, so I put the gun into the holster, picked up the two extra magazines from the ground, and walked towards the park stepping on more than a hundred bullet casings scattered on the ground.
After nearly half of the walk, he opened his mouth and asked: "How much wine can you drink?"
Seeing me mentioning this issue again, Burea responded: "Those of us who come from the mountains have never seen much of the world. When we were young, we saw smoke and alcohol, and it was as if we were dead."
I followed the conversation and said, "I have seen a video of a Southeast Asian child who started smoking when he was only a few years old."
"It's normal." Burea said without taking it seriously: "Injections are normal. I won't be surprised by anything that happens here."
"We don't know what tomorrow will look like, so we don't look forward to its arrival. Since I can remember, there have been constant wars on this ground for years. The most powerful people besides warlords are drug lords. Ah, I guess the most powerful people in the eyes of ordinary people now The most powerful ones should be those who engage in fraud.”
"You know, when I went back to the mountains, what the girls in the mountains envied the most was the women sitting in 570. They said they were dressed beautifully and lived a life of feasting and feasting every day."
I turned to look at him: "If they really lived like that, they wouldn't think so."
"I have no idea."
"I just know that the envy they express is genuine."
The two of us walked back to the entrance of the park. When the small door in the park opened and we walked in one by one, I had already been back from Meng Neng for two days.
That day, we had lunch at the Judicial Committee. Lao Qiao cooked the meal himself. He seemed very happy and cooked four dishes.
And I, Yang Rong, and Burea were playing landlords in the office. In order to let the three of us have a good time, Lao Qiao opened the safe, which was full of U.S. dollars. One of them threw a thick stack in front of us and said, "We lost." help yourself."
There must be hundreds of thousands in his safe, but he went out to cook without even looking at it. The next second, the three of us looked at each other and rushed over almost at the same time. Yang Rong stepped on the table and walked over to Beng Rong. , as a result, I grabbed two stacks, and they both held a full arms.
These two guys were so energetic, they were as strong as cows. Lao Qiao watched the three of us tearing up on the ground, and shouted while shaking his spoon: "Don't touch them, don't hit their heads!"
And there are fucking rules!
In the end, I didn't win over these two boys, but after an hour of hard work, I won all the green skins for him, leaving none.
The ending is that Yangrong owes me 40,000 yuan and Burea owes me 60,000 yuan.
If Lao Qiao hadn't disrupted the situation by putting food on the table, I could have let these two guys take the bill to their hometown. I'm from a blue background, so if I was asked to touch poker, wouldn't this be a big deal in front of Guan Gong?
The meal was very enjoyable, and Lao Qiao didn't scare me again during the meal. Instead, when the chat between the two of them became more and more heated, he handed me a hard drive.
I asked Lao Qiao: "What is this?"
Old Qiao shook his head: "I don't understand. The God of Wealth asked me to buy it. He said that you young people like these things. He also said that this is an anonymous virtual currency on the Internet, called bits. It's better than... whatever you like, anyway. I bought a lot, and I’ll give you this to play with.”
I took the hard drive and looked at Lao Qiao: "How do you play?"
"Go and ask the God of Wealth. Will you sincerely let me, an old man, make a fool of himself in front of them?"
"If you really want to ask, just ask and I will."
I walked down the slope and took out the gun that Brzea had just strapped to my waist. I held the muzzle of the gun and handed it to Lao Qiao: "Do you know how to do this?"
Old Qiao looked at me and sneered. The moment he reached out and took the gun, the entire gun instantly turned into loose parts in his hand, still neatly arranged in order. When I blinked again, he The whole gun has been assembled, and the muzzle of the gun hit the 'Gaba' and the trigger was pulled.
"good!"
Yang Rong immediately started to applaud. At this time, Lao Qiao put the magazine back, threw the gun to me again, and said, "What are you doing? When you are peeing on the bed, no one under Mr. Big Bao can be faster than me." , Do you think I know how to play? I don’t know how, but I can play with you."
I was dumbfounded and was completely shocked by the old man's smooth movements. After returning to the park after leaving the Judicial Committee, I also asked Burea to do it for me. His hand speed was more than one level worse than that of Old Qiao. Although It's also very smooth, but it doesn't look as silky as others. This thing is like having eyes in Lao Qiao's hands. He can find the place to install it by himself. Brzea has to think about it before assembling it.
From then on, I completely fell in love with guns, so I took Burea to the woods whenever I had nothing to do...
As for me playing with a gun, it was not a threat to Lao Qiao at all. Neither he nor Yang Rong would have the chance for me to pull out the gun and pull the trigger even if they were napping.
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 oily guy came over and said with a smile on his face: "Brother, I understand the matter!"
(End of chapter)
