When I had dinner that night, Xiuxiu asked me what to do. I said in my heart that it wasn't actually my plan. Pan Zi had already planned it for me before. Now I just signaled, and the purse began to make full preparations, sure that Pan Zi had arranged it before.
Although I am the third master, it is still far from the point where Pan Zi and the others can rest assured that I can make my own decisions.
The fat man was already able to walk that night, so I went to see him in the tent. He was looking at his stomach and cursing his mother. I said to him: "This time we want to be successful, your belly is the most important thing. I will send a pennant to your belly and write the best belly in the world."
The fat man said: "San Ye, don't talk about these cold words, this stomach scar, I will be troublesome to pick up girls in the future, and the girl is panicking when she lies on my stomach. I have to find a tattoo shop to fix it, you say me How about Wen's chess board? In the future, the girl can play chess on my stomach."
"I think you can just blacken it, then hit a few diamond belly studs, and you will write about the night sky, which is more poetic." I said.
"Good idea, or the third master is educated. Fatty, I don't read too much. It's a disadvantage." Fatty said, and looked outside the tent. "No one of you told that girl about me, right?"
"I didn't say you have to go down, but she knows you are back, very happy. But tell her what, she doesn't know what we are doing, don't be passionate. You are not a few years younger than me. There is also a limit for tender grass."
There was the sound of clouds outside, and the fat man touched the scum on his face, glanced at it secretly, and said: "I dare to dig other people's ancestral graves, but the chick dare not soak? I tell you, I am really ready to love this time. , Don't stop anyone, no one can give her happier than me."
"What happiness can you give her?" I laughed, "Isn't there any need to go to the vegetable market to boil lard in the future?"
"I have arms," said the fat man, "I can feed people."
I was depressed when he said it. He didn't seem to recognize me at all. I didn't think about whether to expose my identity now, because after all, I have no bottom on the whole situation in my heart. I don't know if it will bring anything. Unexpected change.
So instead of talking nonsense with him, he asked: "Have you recovered?"
"I haven't slept for more than ten days?" The fat man said, "I'll be fine after sleeping. I am a mature man. Just like you, I have suffered. It's not a big deal to be tired." , "And you can't do without me, so if you want to persuade me to stay, you'd better save it. I have to be anxious to stay here. You know my temper."
I nodded, and he said: "The stuff inside is not to be feared, but that building is too wicked. Don't be afraid of slowness, just afraid of rushing in, and bring as many things as you can. The last time we suffered from light clothing. "
He has said this again, I nodded, and he pointed to the direction of Judekau’s camp on the other side, let me get closer, and when I approached him, he whispered to me: "San Ye, you call that kid called a purse over here. Over there, Guilao, we have to get some guns, and we have to ask you for help."
I said, "I think, try not to have a relationship with them. These people are desperadoes."
"Can we be desperate?" The fat man took a sip, "This must be said by the little flower kid, San Ye, don't listen to that kid. That kid is a literary gang singer. Of course, he doesn't like fighting and killing. , Your traditional family has craftsmanship and courage, but I am not. I told you, you don’t have a gun. If you have a gun, I will have to buy a few even if I sell my butt. That’s a hundredfold confidence.”
I knew that Fatty was basically right in many of his ideas, so I asked him, "What are you going to do?"
The fat man put on his clothes, wiped his face and said, "Don't worry, just call that person over and give me instructions."
When I saw the fat man again, I saw that he was already wiping his gun. He was counting bullets with a blue nose and swollen leather bag. He was a little choked while counting. I thought to myself what I did with the fat man, but I didn't dare to ask more. It is estimated that the leather bag was fooled by the fat man.
The gun I got was one that I had seen but couldn't name it. The fat man said that this was Uzi, a miniature submachine gun, and was nicknamed "Ding Dong".
I took it and weighed it. It was very heavy. I have seen this gun. It was the one used by Schwarzenegger’s wife in "True Lies." I asked, "Why is it called Tinkerbell?" "Because this gun was hit. The muzzle jumped fiercely, just like Tinker Bell."
My heart said, when did Tinkerbell jump so hard? When I think about it, Fatty lives in a different era from ours. There seems to be a domestically made puppet film called Tinkerbell in my memory. The puppets in it do always jump, but in this case, the nickname should have been taken by Fatty himself.
After wiping the gun, the fat man pressed the bullet into the magazine and said: "I really didn't expect that they could get this thing. The black market is still pretty reliable. This thing is best for close combat, especially for melee combat. In a small space, it is very lethal. It just doesn't get many bullets."
"Just one?" I said. He immediately threw me something, and I took it over and saw it was a very strange pistol, which seemed to have been processed.
"Beretta, Italian gun." The fat man said, "but it seems to have been processed by them, and it's a lot lighter. How about, if the third master doesn't dislike it, take a self-defense?"
I saw that the fat man’s expression was a little bit smiling, as if there was something to hide, I couldn’t help but feel a little strange, but I’m the third master, and I couldn’t force him to say it directly like Wu Xie did. very light. The fat man gave me a towel and asked me to wrap it. "Pretend it, don't let anyone see, they are looking for it."
I wrapped the gun in a towel. I was amazed when I saw the gun a few years ago, but now it's like seeing an old friend. I picked it up, and the fat man pulled on the bolt with a click, then untied it, and stuffed it into his bag, saying, "Now I can sleep peacefully at night." Then he hugged the bag in his arms. In his hand, he kissed.
I looked into the fat man's eyes, and realized that when he said this, his eyes were very serious, and my heart sank. His "concealing" attitude and decisive eyes made me feel very uncomfortable.
I hope that the news he concealed is as unreliable and harmless as the previous ones.
I also want to talk to him about other things, especially the details of his experience in the tunnel, and suddenly I heard a loud bang coming from outside the tent, as if something exploded.
The fat man reacted faster than me and was about to go out immediately. Everyone around heard the sound, and they all looked in the direction of the sound, and heard a series of gunshots coming from the direction of Judekau’s camp.
I looked at the fat man: "What did you do?"
"Of course not. Fatty stealing a gun is not a sneak attack."
"Go! Go and have a look." The purse was still moving and rushed out.
Seeing that something was wrong over there, I ran out of the tent, gestured for others to pack up, and withdrew all the things I needed into the bushes, and then the cat waist and the fat man touched over there together.
Before I got there, it was almost like a war there, gunshots everywhere, and the traces of bullets in the night were the same as on the battlefield.
"What's the situation?" the fat man cursed, "it's not the People's Liberation Army encircling and suppressing it, right?"
The leather bag said: "Fat brother, look, the bullet is not a counter-fire, only a shot, no counterattack, it's all aimless—"
"It's not aimless." The fat man said, "Fat man, I took a gun when I was ten years old. These guns are all short shots. Something is attacking them over there."
"what?"
"I don't know, but it came from the river." I said, pointing to the tree. There was a sniper on the tree. Now all the bullets are going into the river, one shot every second.
The fat man drew on the bolt and leaned towards the lake. I followed him and he looked at him, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. As soon as we thought about it, we suddenly heard a scream in our camp behind us.
We immediately turned around, took three steps and took one step, and immediately saw several lynxes emerged from the lake by our camp, and they rushed to the shore.
The fat man raised his head with a shuttle, directly hitting a lynx back into the lake.
I rushed over, lifted a firewood from the campfire, and threw it to the two places where Sister Yu and Xiuxiu screamed.
A lynx was forced back by the firewood. I leaned over to protect them. Both immediately grabbed my hand. I couldn't use the gun, so I had to break free and let them lean on each other.
Obviously, the fat man used Tinkerbell very smoothly, and he flew two away with two blows. This kind of gun is really a killer weapon in this kind of battle.
Xiuxiu and Ms. Du were so scared that they hooked each other, and I blocked them behind, and the fat man and the leather bag also surrounded them. In an instant, two or three more came out of the water, and the fat man shouted: "Triangle defense !"
I don’t know what it means. I just suppressed the dumb sister and fired three shots at one backhand. I have learned about the agility of that product. The three shots did not hit the public with one shot. After three shots, almost Just here. I'm really not afraid at this time. Years of training haven't improved my marksmanship, but my mind has become numb a lot, so I use my hands to block it.
In an instant, I was completely empty behind me, but I saw that sister dumb had been in front of me. I was shocked and said that I don’t need to be so fearless of the proletariat. Fortunately, the fat guy beside me grabbed my hand and flicked it from bottom to top. Yelled: "Hit!"
My bullet was shot out of sister dumb's armpit, almost a quarter of an hour before the lynx bit her neck, the lynx rolled out and ran into the woods when it hit the ground.
I raised my hand to shoot, and the fat man held down my trigger once: "San Ye, Amitabha."
Just after speaking, suddenly there was a loud noise in the direction of the Guilao camp, and the flames blazed into the sky. I don't know what exploded.