Lisco's American Life

Of course, Lisko would not report Leiter, so he did not continue to ask why Leiter carried a gun or why he possessed a fully automatic rifle that was not allowed by the state.

Leiter quickly returned to where he parked his car, then took out the fully automatic rifle from the safe in his car and handed it to Lisko.

"Oh ho,"

Lisko touched the gun in his hand excitedly. The only guns he could buy were semi-automatic and ordinary guns, so he was still very interested in the gun in his hand.

Touching this cold gun, a trace of obsession flashed in Lisko's eyes. Men are always full of passion for these steel machines and weapons.

"Are you coming?"

Leiter asked Lisko with a smile.

"Nononono, I can't do it, so you should do it."

Lisko was very self-aware. With his poor marksmanship, he could only bully Lynch, the best among his friends. He could not compare with a professional and trained person like Leiter.

If he had let him fire the gun, let alone aiming at the trunk of the tree, he would probably have broken all the branches of the Christmas tree, and the tree would be of no use by then.

Seeing Lisko's firm attitude, Leiter could only shrug his shoulders, and then came on his own.

He signaled Lisko to retreat to a safe place. Although the tree trunks could not withstand bullets, there would always be accidents. If the bullets were bounced off and ricocheted, Lisko who was approaching might be innocently injured.

Lisko still cherished his own life. He followed Leiter's instructions and retreated to the side. He walked a few more steps towards that distance without worry, and then stopped.

Leiter loaded the gun skillfully and checked the bullets in the magazine. After it was full, he felt confident and continued with the next step.

Maintain the correct aiming posture, with the muzzle facing the center of the tree trunk, so as to ensure that the first shot will not drift to other places. The line of sight, sight, and target are three points and one line.

"Pause for a moment."

Lisko was still a little worried, interrupted Leiter's movements, and then quickly ran to the front to observe. Since the area was already deep in the woods, no trace of others was found. Then he returned to his position and signaled

Leiter can continue.

If someone is not paying attention behind the Christmas tree and bullets fly everywhere, it will definitely cause accidental damage, so Lisko still checked it carefully.

Leiter took a breath and pressed his trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang."

When he fired the first shot, Leiter's sharp eyes saw the bullet hitting the tree trunk, and then he kept holding the trigger in his hand, trying his best to control the gun in his hand that was jumping due to the recoil.

Following the bullet marks just now, a beautiful straight line was formed. Lisko covered his ears with his hands and watched Leiter's performance. He could even see the flames bursting from the muzzle of the gun.

The pleasure that automatic rifles bring to people is that they can continuously fire bullets. It feels like you are destroying something infinitely. All men have this crazy desire for destruction in their bones.

"cool!"

Lisko admired, Leiter had already emptied the magazine in his hand, and all the bullets poured into the tree trunk.

Seeing Leiter stop, Lisko immediately ran to the tree trunk and looked at the masterpiece just now.

One side of the tree trunk has been penetrated, and smoke can still be seen in the air. The air is also full of the smell of gunpowder. A piece of golden bullet casings have been scattered under Leiter's feet.

The marks on the tree trunk were very clear. Some bullets were hit at the same location and had already penetrated the thick tree trunk of the game.

Looking at the marks on it, Lisko thought for a moment, if so many bullets had hit people just now, the bodies might not look like they were now.

I couldn't help but shudder, and threw the thought out of my mind. Leiter over there had already reloaded the magazine, and the next wave of attacks was about to start again. He quickly continued to run to his original position.

Continue to watch the roar of gunfire.

After separating from Lisko, Colt also picked out his own Christmas tree. Looking at this extremely tall fir with emerald green color and unbroken leaves, Colt nodded with satisfaction and chose this one.

pellets.

Because the tree he chose was not very big in the woods, and considering the height of his home, this size was already very suitable. The trunk of the entire Christmas tree was about as thick as his thigh. He rolled up his sleeves and picked up the shovel.

, and waved towards the roots of the tree.

A few minutes later, the tree had been successfully dug down. Colt used the sharp side of the shovel to clear away the excess branches. These cut trunks would wither quickly, and others would then pick them up to light the fire. Those that were not picked up would

, will also decay in the sun and rain, becoming nutrients for the soil and nourishing the earth.

After a qualified Christmas tree was completed in Colt's hands, he wiped his sweat with satisfaction, then lowered his body and prepared to carry it out of the woods, waiting for the other two friends on the roadside.

Putting the tree trunk on his shoulders, before he could exert any force, Colt's expression changed instantly, and neat gunshots rang out from a distance. His first reaction was to immediately roll over, lie on the ground, and put his head on his head.

Stay close to the ground, then crawl towards the fallen tree trunk next to you, using the trunk to cover your body.

"Fuck!"

He cursed in a low voice, and waited until his body was completely blocked before he began to breathe heavily. Even if he didn't know much about guns, he could still hear that the continuous gunshots were coming from automatic rifles.

The state of Colorado prohibits private ownership.

At this moment, all the news he had seen appeared in his mind, as well as many clips from Hollywood movies.

"Agent? A gangster? A gang fight? A murderer?"

Colt thought a lot, but none of them was the correct answer. Finally, the gunshot rang out, and he timidly stretched out his head and looked forward.

The woods became quiet again, and there was no one in front of them. I thought about the rooster and Lisko who came with me.

These two people were his best brothers. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his thighs hard, trying to calm down his trembling body. He gritted his teeth and his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

He didn't know what was going on ahead, but the gunfire just now was very continuous. If Lisko and Rooster were hurt as a result, and he didn't step forward, he would definitely live in repentance for the rest of his life.

After giving himself two hard slaps, Colt lowered his waist, stood up, hid his body behind the tree trunk, and kept walking forward quietly, holding his shovel tightly in his hand.