In Lorenzo's life, which was neither short nor long, he had seen many strange things.
He has seen things that no human could possibly believe.
Bizarre things that exaggerate fear, mysterious things that ordinary people cannot bear to look directly at, and battles that are far more brutal than humans have ever known.
But now, all of this is not as exciting as what is happening in front of me.
Lorenzo had thought about what the scene would be like when he opened the door. It might be Mrs. Van Rudd preparing food, or Sigg sitting in the corner looking at the fire... In short, it would definitely not be this scene.
The small living room was filled with old wooden boxes with lion emblems printed on them. Some of the boxes had been pried open, revealing a metallic luster and a slight smell of gunpowder.
The familiar Mrs. Van Rudd was sitting on the sofa, holding a rifle that had been out of production for many years. There were scattered bullets and many other weapons under her feet.
"Wait, isn't this the right way to open it?"
Lorenzo was startled. He wanted to go out and open the door again, but Mrs. Van Lourdes' eyes immediately caught him, so Lorenzo dared not move.
"Um... good evening."
Lorenzo said dryly.
This feeling is very strange. No matter how powerful your martial arts skills are outside, and how good you are at killing monsters, when you go home and see your mother holding a rolling pin, you will still tremble instinctively... Wait, is this my landlord
I couldn't help but reach into my arms to see if I could raise enough money for the rent.
"Lorenzo? I thought you were dead outside."
Mrs. Van Luder glanced at Lorenzo, seemingly unaware of what a terrible thing she was doing. She then lowered her head and continued to wipe the gun in her hand.
She knew Lorenzo's background and that he was also a desperado, so Mrs. Van Rudd never asked Lorenzo what he had done. Instead, as long as he could come back alive, some people must have died.
The weapon was an old model, having served during the Glorious War, and now it should have been displayed in a museum.
Lorenzo swallowed his saliva. It seemed that Mrs. Van Rudd's mind was not on him, and he became bolder.
"What are you doing, old man?"
Mrs. Van Rudd looked up and gave Lorenzo a cold look.
Lorenzo quickly crawled over, being careful not to step on the weapons on the ground.
"So... you really can't help it anymore, and are ready to start an uprising on this auspicious day?"
He looked fearless and lay beside the sofa whispering in the landlady's ear.
Considering Mrs. Van Rudd's previous displeasure with the municipal government, her hot temper, and the weapons on the ground, Lorenzo could already imagine a scene where an old man was trapped by his pension and had to rob a bank with knives, guns, sticks and clubs.
"To be honest, I've been annoyed with these bastards for a long time... I can drive for you, and we'll split the profit 70% afterward?"
Lorenzo was beaming with joy.
Mrs. Van Rudd stopped what she was doing and looked at him.
"What are you talking about?"
"Robbery?" Lorenzo pointed at the weapons on the ground. "The bank only has a few divisions. Let's join forces and become a pair of thieves!"