Xiao Yi, who disappeared, returned to the villa an hour later, and was escorted back by an 8-wheeled police armored vehicle from the police station. Xiao Yi didn't simply make room for the Ayatollah, but accepted Shen Ming's instructions and went to the police station to pick up the equipment.
This time, the general's order opened the door to Shen Ming's convenience, not only the arsenal of the police force was opened to him, but even the local troops responded to his needs.
Shen Ming also half-jokingly asked Director Zhao, "Can the Type 99A main battle tank come and drive?"
"Little ancestor, don't play with me, okay? If you really let you do this, I will be laid off tomorrow!" Director Zhao's face was about to cramp. It’s not a terrorist attack, it’s absolutely not allowed to move, to maintain stability, you understand?”
"Okay, I'll just be wronged." Shen Ming's so-called "grievance" also made Xiao Yi bring back two boxes of coffin-sized equipment.
The iron cabinet was so heavy that even a powerful monster like Shen Ming could only drag it to the living room one by one.
"Brother, are you going to massacre the city?" After eating the instant noodles, Wan'er couldn't fall asleep at all, looked at the open iron cabinet, and sneered.
Ayatollah was also surprised, because the iron cabinet contained everything from small grenades to large anti-tank missiles. China is not like them in the Middle East, AK47 can be seen everywhere. In this harmonious society, anyone with a fruit knife is considered a gangster. If you want to see so many deadly guns in one go, you can only go to the big "CF" to experience them.
"It's still not enough to watch, but it's a pity that there is a lack of equipment and time, otherwise I really want to change it..." Shen Ming sighed and raised a Type 10 anti-material sniper rifle, which is the most advanced long-range sniper equipment made in China, especially equipped with infrared The self-correcting electronic optical sight can turn a sniper layman into an elite sniper in minutes.
But Shen Ming was not at all interested in the hundreds of thousands of sights, so he dismantled them and threw them directly into the trash can. Instead, he picked up a traditional optical sight with a 16x lens and installed it. For top-level snipers, as long as there is a crosshair, all other parameters can be completed with the brain.
The only thing that cannot make up for it is the defect of the firearm itself... The military history of the Chinese Dynasty is only 60 years. From the foreign equipment seized at the founding ceremony, to today's aircraft cannons, and a full set of individual firearms made in China, it has been a weapon that has gone through other countries for a hundred years. The development process can be described as rapid.
However, the gap in precision firearms is limited by materials science and production equipment, making domestic firearms always a little bit worse.
For example, the Type 10 anti-material sniper rifle in Shen Ming's hand is the same 12.7 mm caliber as the American Barrett M82A1 anti-material sniper rifle, but the difference in accuracy will be clearly visible after exceeding 1,800 meters. Not to mention the self-modified 15mm TAC-50 used by the night watchman.
Helpless, having a gun is better than not having a gun. Now Shen Ming can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Hurry up and polish the rifling and improve the ammunition by himself to enhance the performance of the gun.
"Everyone, don't look at me anymore, everyone should have a good rest, those who should go to school tomorrow, those who should go to school tomorrow, and those who should do their best." Shen Ming clapped his hands and ordered.
"Brother bastard, I've only been back for a few days, don't play yourself to death." Wan'er finished eating and went back to her room to rest.
Xiao Yi's face turned extremely ugly, and she returned to the room to rest like a walking dead...
"Are you really going to be an enemy of your own instructor for me?" Ayatollah asked Shen Ming, who was serious about counting equipment, until everyone dispersed.
"It's not for you, it's for the night watchmen." Shen Ming's words confused the ayatollah, "I was blinded by hatred once, in order to save my sister, to kill my relatives, I even looked in the mirror I can't find my own appearance.
We have experienced the most painful and saddest Nirvana, and we climbed out of the suffocating blood pool corpse mountain, not to live like a human being or a ghost.
Only by letting go of the past can we embrace the future.
After I stopped my fist of revenge and let my enemy go, I realized that not killing is salvation and rebirth. "
"It's so philosophical. I also hope that your instructor will listen to you, because I can't die yet. For the sake of my country and people, I must not die at this time." Ayatollah's two-color eyes, but with with the same longing for life.
"If life and death can be controlled by one's own consciousness, then there will be no so-called war and killing. Go to sleep. I will protect you, even if you are against my instructor." Shen Ming waved his hands with a sigh, and protected you. What an unreasonable fate it is for a person who deserves to die the most to kill a person who deserves to live the most.
Ayatollah lived in the room that Shen Ming arranged for her. It was the employer's security room surrounded by walls. It was so simple that it could be called a shabby room, just like Ayatollah's situation at the moment. There were no windows and she couldn't see Chaoyang.
Shen Ming in the living room has been busy arranging all kinds of equipment. If he wants to fight against the night watchman, he must not be sloppy in the slightest. They know each other too well, their shooting habits, the location they choose, the way they predict... It's almost as if they are fighting with themselves.
When Xiao Yi returned to her room, she was lying on the familiar bed, but she couldn't fall asleep at all, she was trembling all the time curled up sideways. As long as you close your eyes, all you can see is the face of your father and the big hole in his chest, tears will flow down unconsciously, soaking the pillow.
The night has never been so difficult, and every minute and every second is like a fleeting time. Who can save himself? Why is the air so thin? He was breathing heavily, but he was about to suffocate. Who can hear Xiao Yi's cry in her heart? Who can help themselves
At this moment, a pair of arms passed through her neck, holding her tightly in his arms. Xiao Yi was nervous and just about to resist, but that familiar voice came from her ear.
"You don't need to escape, no one is forcing you to be strong. If you want to cry, just cry in my arms. Even if tears blur your eyes and make you unable to see the way ahead, I will point you in the right direction." Shen Ming Xiao Yi's words were like a tearjerking Korean drama, making Xiao Yi choke up uncontrollably.
In Shen Ming's arms, in his arms, she cried into tears.
"It hurts so much, my heart hurts so much, why did this happen? Why did Dad leave as soon as he said it?" Shen Ming couldn't answer Xiao Yi's question.
"Remember this pain, no matter how many years have passed, don't let time wear it away. As long as you remember, the dead have never left us. They live in our hearts, and our pain turns into nutrients for growth, Let us be strong, and let us cherish our own lives more."
"Shen Ming, hold me tight, please."
"In this life, don't let go."
That night, Xiao Yi's dream was full of images of her past with her father. Although it was painful, the warmth from her back kept her from feeling so uncomfortable.
Early in the morning, Xiao Yi was woken up by the alarm clock, opened her eyes and looked back, there was no sign of being silent on the bed, as if the hug and the promise were nothing but self-comfort in a dream.
"Hey, ask again, brother idiot, don't you need my help?" Wan'er ate the breakfast made by Shen Ming with great reluctance.
"No need, I can handle it myself, you just go to study obediently." Shen Ming said with contemptuous congee.
"Don't let me help you earn tips, at least give me some pocket money, don't you need money for studying? You treat me as the same animal as you, eating grass in school!" Wan'er finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Pocket money..." Shen Ming took out two pockets, except for the check for 600,000 US dollars, gave all three coins to Wan'er, "Take it."
"I rely on... 3 yuan? You can't even afford the Nutrition Express!" Wan'er twitched her brows.
"Prodigal girl, don't you know how to drink mineral water?" Shen Ming said contemptuously.
"Okay, you can do it! When you die, I won't even buy you an urn, brother bastard!" Wan'er ate half of her breakfast, couldn't finish it, picked up her schoolbag and slammed the door out.
The sun is like a fire, and the temperature close to 35 degrees is already hot and dry before walking. Huang Yibo, who was embarrassingly fat, pushed his bicycle and stood outside the villa. His white shirt was mostly wet with sweat, obviously he had been waiting for a while.
"Student Wan'er!" Seeing the default master, Huang Yibo shouted happily with sweat on his face.
"Why are you standing here?" Wan'er asked with a grim expression.
"Didn't classmate Wan'er ask me to pick you up to school?" Huang Yibo looked resentful of being played.
"Ah? Oh, I forgot about this, let's go." Wan'er called Huang Yibo at 1:00 to pick her up at 6:00 because she knew there was no Z4 pickup today. Made breakfast. Wan'er just ate and forgot, while Huang Yibo waited for an entire hour...
"Then come on." It was the first time in Huang Yibo's life that he carried a girl, so he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
Wan'er saw that Huang Yibo was covered in sweat, and when she thought about sitting in the back and being smoked all the way, she naturally gave way to Huang Yibo's arm, and sat on the crossbeam of the front seat with her legs, which was equivalent to sitting in Huang Yibo's bed. arms.
"Student Wan'er, isn't this bad?" Huang Yibo swallowed his saliva, such an ambiguous sitting posture, and the scent of cherry blossoms so close at hand, made Huang Yibo erect again.
"I like to sit in the front. Hey, Wangcai, you have a lot of opinions today? Step on the car, don't mess with me when I'm in a bad mood!" Wan'er scolded, Huang Yibo was really obedient like a dog, and hurried into the car He watched Wan'er pedal towards the school, but Huang Yibo pedaled much slower than usual, not because Wan'er was too heavy, but because of the smell of cherry blossoms blowing in the air, Huang Yibo couldn't bear to pedal too fast to reach the school. School, he felt that he could go all the way like this, and he wished that the end of the journey was Tibet.
In the villa, Princess Ayatollah and Xiao Yi walked out of the room at the same time, and the two women nodded to each other. Xiao Yi didn't seem to be in good spirits, and the Ayatollah only slept for 2 hours, and kept calling the cronies of the Aragon Kingdom all night to learn about the latest domestic situation and deploy work. The princess can't be idle , at least the princess who wants to be the president must not rest.