Daomu Biji

At dinner that night, Xiu Xiu asked me what I should do. I said to myself that it was actually not my plan. Pan Zi had already planned it for me. Now I just signaled, and Bao Bao began to prepare with all his strength. Pan Zi must have made arrangements before.

Although I am the third master, I am far from the point where Pan Zi and the others can safely let me make my own decisions.

The fat man was able to walk that night. I went to the tent to see him again, and he was looking at his belly and cursing. I said to him: "If we can succeed this time, your belly will take the greatest credit. I will send a banner to your belly and write it as the best belly in the world."

The fat man said: "Third Master, please don't make such sarcastic remarks. This scar on my stomach will make it difficult for me to pick up girls in the future. She will be so nervous when she lies on my stomach. I have to find a tattoo shop to fix it. What do you think? How about writing a chess board? From now on, when we fly together, you can play chess on my belly."

"I think you can just paint it black, then add a few diamond belly studs, and just paint the night sky. This would be more poetic," I said.

"What a good idea. Third Master is educated. Fatty, I'm at a disadvantage because I haven't read enough." Fatty said, then looked outside the tent, "None of you told that girl about me, right?"

"I didn't say you wanted to go down, but she knew you were back and was very happy. But so what if you tell her, she doesn't know what we are doing, so don't be presumptuous. You are only a few years younger than me. Old cow eats it. Even young grass must have a limit.”

The sound of clouds came from outside. The fat man touched the stubble on his face, took a sneak look and said: "I dare to dig other people's ancestral graves, but the girl doesn't dare to have sex with her? Let me tell you, I am really ready to fall in love this time." , no one can stop her, no one can give her happiness than me."

"What kind of happiness can you give her?" I laughed. "Don't you have to go to the vegetable market to cook lard in the future?"

"I have arms," ​​said the fat man, "I can feed people."

I felt depressed when he said that. He seemed to not recognize me at all. I didn't think about exposing my identity now, because after all, I had no idea about the whole situation. I don’t know if being exposed will bring about any unexpected changes.

So she stopped talking nonsense with him and asked, "Have you recovered?"

"You haven't slept for more than ten days, haven't you?" said the fat man. "You'll be fine if you sleep for a long time. I'm a talented man in my prime, and I've experienced hardships like you. It's nothing to be tired." He said , "And you can't do it without me, so if you want to persuade me to stay, it's better to save it. I will die in a hurry if I stay here. You know my temper."

I nodded, and he said: "The things inside are not something to be afraid of, but that building is so damn weird. Don't be afraid of being slow, just be afraid of rushing in. Bring as much stuff as you can. We suffered the loss of packing lightly last time." "

He has said this once before,

I nodded, and he pointed in the direction of the Judeka camp on the other side, asking me to get closer. I approached him and whispered to me: "Third Master, call that guy called Pi Bao, over there with the ghost guy. We need to get some guns, and we need your help."

I said, "I think we should try not to have anything to do with them. These are all desperadoes."

"Can we die?" The fat man took a sip, "This must be what that boy Xiaohua said. Third Master, don't listen to that boy. That boy is an opera singer from the Wen Gang. Of course he doesn't like to fight and kill. . Your traditional family has craftsmanship and courage, but I am not. Let me tell you, it’s okay if you don’t have guns. If you have guns, I have to get a few even if I sell my butt. That’s a hundred times more confident.”

I knew that many of Fatty’s ideas were basically right, 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 about it, just call that person over and give me instructions."

When I saw Fatty again, I saw that he was already cleaning his gun. He was counting bullets there with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He was a little choked while counting. I thought to myself what the hell did I do with Fatty, but I didn’t dare to ask any more questions. It is estimated that the leather bag was deceived by the fat man.

The gun I got was a gun I had seen but couldn't name. Fatty said it was an Uzi, a miniature submachine gun that was nicknamed "Tinker Bell".

I took it and weighed it. It was very heavy. I had seen this gun before. It was the gun used by Schwarzenegger's wife in "True Lies". I asked, "Why is it called Tinker Bell?" "Because when this gun is used, The muzzle jumped so hard, like Tinker Bell.”

I thought to myself, since when did Tinkerbell dance so hard? When I think about it, Fatty lives in a different era than we do. In my memory, there seems to be a domestic puppet film called Tinkerbell. The puppets in it are indeed always dancing, but in this case, the nickname should have been given by Fatty himself.

After cleaning the gun, the fat man pressed the bullet into the magazine and said: "I really didn't expect they could get this thing. The black market now is really damn reliable. This thing is damn perfect for close combat, especially in It's very lethal in a small space. We just didn't get many bullets."

"Just a handful?" I said. He immediately threw something to me. I took it and saw that it was a very strange, seemingly processed pistol.

"Beretta, an Italian gun." The fat man said, "But it seems to have been processed by them and it is much lighter. How about, if the third master doesn't dislike it, you can also get one for self-defense?"

I saw that the fat man's expression was half-smiling, as if he was hiding something, and I couldn't help but feel a little strange. However, as the third master, I couldn't force him to tell him directly like Wu Xie did, so I had to give up and weigh the gun. Sure enough, very light. The fat man threw me a towel and asked me to wrap it up. "Pretend it up so no one sees it, they're looking for you."

I wrapped the gun in a towel. I was surprised to see the gun just a few years ago, but now it was like seeing an old friend. I put it in the pocket, and the fat man clicked the bolt of the gun, then untied it, stuffed it into his bag, and said: "Now I can sleep peacefully at night." Then he hugged the bag in his arms. In the hand, a kiss.

I looked into the fat man's eyes, and I found more and more seriousness in his eyes when he said this, and I couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in my heart. His "hiding something" attitude and decisive eyes made me feel very uncomfortable.

Hopefully the information he was hiding was as unreliable and innocuous as the previous ones.

I wanted to talk to him about something else, especially the details of his experience in the tunnel, when suddenly I heard a loud bang coming from outside the tent, as if something exploded.

The fat man reacted faster than me and wanted to go out immediately. Everyone around heard it and looked in the direction of the sound. They heard a series of gunshots coming from the direction of Judekao's camp.

I looked at the fat man: "What did you do?"

"Of course not. Fatty stealing a gun is not a sneak attack."

"Let's go! Go take a look." LeBao was restless and had already rushed out.

I saw that something was wrong over there, so I ran out of the tent, signaled to others to pack their things, and evacuated all the necessary things into the bush, and then I groped over there with the fat man.

Before we got there, it was almost like a war there. There were gunshots everywhere, and the tracers of bullets in the dark night were like a battlefield.

"What's going on?" Fatty cursed, "Isn't it an encirclement and suppression by the People's Liberation Army?"

The leather bag said: "Fat brother, you see, the bullets are not fired at each other, they are only fired, there is no counterattack, they are all aimed at nothing -"

"It's not without purpose," said the fat man, "Fat man, I touched a gun when I was ten years old, and these guns are all shooting. Something is attacking them over there."

"what?"

"I don't know, but it comes from the river." I said, pointing to the tree. There was a sniper on the tree. Now all the bullets were fired into the river, one shot per second.

The fat man cocked his gun and leaned toward the lake. I followed him. He looked far and wide, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. Just as we were about to go over, we suddenly heard screams from our camp behind us.

We immediately turned around, taking three steps at a time, and immediately saw several lynxes emerging from the lake next to our camp, and they suddenly rushed towards the shore.

The fat man raised his head and hit a lynx directly back into the lake with a shuttle.

I rushed over, lifted a piece of firewood from the bonfire, and threw it towards where Sister Ya and Xiu Xiu were screaming.

One lynx was forced back by the firewood. I leaned over to protect them. Both of them immediately grabbed my hand. I couldn't use my gun, so I had to break free and let them lean against each other.

The fat man was obviously very good at using Tinker Bell, and two of them flew away in two hits. This kind of gun is really a killer weapon in this kind of battle.

Xiuxiu and Sister Ya were so frightened that they hooked each other. I blocked them behind me, and Fatty and the leather bag also came around. In a blink of an eye, two or three more ones rushed out of the water. Fatty shouted: "Triangle Defense" !”

I didn't know what it meant, so I just suppressed the mute sister and fired three shots at it with my backhand. I had already experienced the agility of that guy, and none of the three shots hit anyone during its movement. After three shots, it was almost It's right in front of you. I was really not afraid at this time. Years of training had not improved my marksmanship, and my mind was numb, so I blocked it with my hands.

In an instant, there was no space behind me, but I saw that the dumb sister had already blocked my way. I was shocked and thought that I don’t need to be so proletarian and fearless. Fortunately, the fat man next to me grabbed my hand and shook it from bottom to top. Shouting: "Hit!"

My bullet shot out from the dumb sister's armpit. Almost a quarter of an hour before the lynx bit her neck, the lynx rolled over and ran into the forest after landing.

I raised my hand to shoot, but the fat man pressed my trigger: "Third Master, Amitabha."

Just as he finished speaking, suddenly there was a loud noise in the direction of Gui Lao's camp, flames shot into the sky, and something exploded. To be continued