Mason's smile was a little awkward. The main reason why he wanted to become a sheriff was actually directly related to Dulin. Dulin successfully left Mr. Kesma's control, gained freedom, and lived the life he wanted. This had a huge impact on the older children in the family!
As the eldest son, Mason felt that he also needed to do something instead of silently watching Dulin and everything that might happen to him. Dulin has torn a hole in the night of "rotten rule", and he needs to continue to tear this hole open to let the sunshine in - in fact, most children will think that rigid, serious, stubborn and authoritarian parents are There is nothing wrong with being in the evil camp. After all, what people naturally long for is freedom.
As a result, Mason bravely became the second family member to stand up against the "tyranny". He believed that as the eldest son, this was his mission and his task, but now he dare not say it.
So he made up a decent reason, explaining his yearning for the police badge, his desire for the police uniform, and his dream for a just cause.
Dulin withdrew his gaze and looked at Mr. Kesma. In the past, Du Lin did not dare to look directly at Mr. Kosma. In this family, there is no doubt that Mr. Kosma is at the top of the pyramid. , Dulin suddenly felt that apart from the dignity that he could barely maintain, Mr. Kesma was actually a very amiable guy, but he used the wrong way of expression. He stubbornly believed that his life experience and experience could be applied to everyone, but he ignored that some people were not born to surrender to fate. They were warriors who challenged the sky.
Mr. Kesma took a puff of the cigarette. The smell of low-quality tobacco was a bit pungent, not as fragrant as cigarettes packed in iron boxes with filters.
Du Lin took out a roll of money from his pocket. It wasn't much, just one thousand yuan. This amount of money is no longer considered a large sum as production and sales continue to increase. The eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Kesma were instantly attracted by the thick roll of money in Dulin's hand, and their minds were blank at this time.
They know numbers and know that the outermost note is a ten-dollar bill. So if a thick roll is full of ten-dollar bills, how much will it be? Three hundred dollars? Or five hundred dollars
At this moment, the sound of metal friction coming from the running car came closer and stopped outside the door of Mr. Kesma's house. The two young men took out two heavy boxes from the trunk, slowly lifted them to the steps, and knocked on the door.
Mr. Kesma's expression was very complicated. He took a deep look at Du Lin and said, "I'll open the door." Then he got up and walked to the door. He opened the door without even looking. Two young men of fifteen or sixteen years old politely shouted "Hello" and walked in dragging boxes.
Mr. Kesma glanced at the beautiful car and said sincerely: "It seems that you are really rich, Dulin!"
In addition to some moonshine, there were some clothes and other small things in the two boxes. Each member of the family had one. For Mr. Kesma, there was a full box of cigarettes-about one foot long and half a foot wide. The tall iron box contains boxes of cigarettes. There are fifty boxes in total, which should be enough for Mr. Kesma to smoke for a while.
In addition, there was a seemingly ordinary small wooden box. Dulin picked up the small wooden box, bumped Mason with his shoulder, then glanced at Mr. Kesma and walked to the second floor.
After the two men were stunned for a while, they immediately followed.
After entering Mr. Kesma's sacred "palace", Dulin closed the door, placed the small wooden box on the table, and opened it carefully. Mason and Mr. Kesma gathered around curiously. They didn't know what it was that needed to be treated with such caution.
There were two small velvet pockets in the box. Dulin took out one of them and poured out the contents. It was a pistol. The pistol with some scratches looks like it has been used for a period of time, but fortunately, the maintenance is pretty good, the catalyst was replaced in a timely manner, and there is no leakage or corrosion.
After seeing the pistol, Mr. Kesma frowned slightly and his expression became serious. He lowered his voice and had a terrifying look on his face, just like the look he had on his children when he discovered they had done something wrong in the past ten years or so. He reached out and took the pistol from Dulin's hand, turned on the safety, and his face became even worse when he felt the handle in his hand begin to heat up.
In addition to the two pistols, there are four boxes of bullets in the wooden box. In fact, bullets can be made in many places. The simplest way is to use a suitable steel drill to cut them into sections, as long as they can be inserted into the bullets. Just use the device. Although such bullets are simple, their lethality is limited and their stasis ability is not very strong. However, they are easy to make, so Dulin only brought four boxes of bullets back.
In addition, there are two sealed metal boxes, which will make the sound of water when shaken. Inside are catalysts used to interact with obsidian crystals, and two pieces of obsidian crystals that have been cut specifically for use in pistols.
"Where did it come from?" Mr. Kesma casually threw the pistol back into the box, his gaze fixed on Dulin's eyes. "Don't tell me you picked it up, and you put these dangerous things away." What do you want to do when you bring it back?"
Dulin told everything that happened without any concealment, including some of the not-so-good things he did. If you still lie to your family about such a big matter, it is definitely not a white lie, but a personality problem. His narration left Mr. Kesma and Mason speechless.
What happened in these short three months was like... a novel. After Du Lin finished speaking, the room fell into silence. It was not until about ten minutes later that Mr. Kesma asked with a complicated look: "So, what do you want to do when you come back this time?"
"Father, I love you and every brother and sister in my family, so I can't sit back and watch the danger approaching you and remain indifferent, let alone deceive you with lies. Everything is fine. No matter how careful I am, as long as those people are willing to spend time Come and search, they will definitely find you. The two pistols are left for you to defend yourself from, and I will find a way to get some rifles. You need to be able to defend yourself against danger."
"In addition..." Dulin looked at Mason and said sincerely: "I hope to take Mason out of here!"
(End of chapter)