The Legendary Mechanic (Transcendental Mechanic)

"Who knows, maybe in the eyes of most people, internal friction is boiled frogs in warm water, long pain is worse than short pain." Han Xiao shrugged.

The Battle of Andia, the end of the long war, was the key battle that established the pattern of the Six Nations.

Andia is the name of a land plate. There used to be some countries. When the war broke out, the countries of other continents seemed to have a silent tacit understanding. Destroy the ecology of the entire planet, bombed by countless missiles, tanks, and planes, and hundreds of millions of people lost their lives on the Andia continent.

After the war, the Andia Continent withered vegetation, scorched earth, and charcoal, the rivers and lakes gave off the stench of carrion, and the fertile green hills were covered with a dark yellow shadow, becoming a dead area. The Six Nations patted the buttocks to withdraw, leaving a mess, completely abandoning the Andia Continent, like a ruthless scumbag. The survivors on the Andia Continent are now sparsely populated, and they all hate the Six Nations.

Han Xiao noticed the calluses on Hu Hongjun's palm, "Have you been a soldier before?"

"Yeah, I used to be in the army for more than ten years."

"I thought that soldiers who died in the country would choose to join the Germination Organization."

Hu Hongjun shook his head and said: "My motherland was annexed by Star Dragon through military negotiations. Those leaders have compromised. Why should a soldier like me be so hostile? Although I don't like the Six Nations, I cherish the hard-won peace. The war continues. After so many years, it seemed that it was coming to an end, but the sprout was born, shouting the slogan of overthrowing the six kingdoms, attracting countless soldiers from the subjugation of the same enemy to join in, wanting to start a war again, alas, I am a rude man, I don't understand the six. I don’t want to be drawn into wars anymore.”

An Zhi said: "Yeah, the war is really cruel, my eyes were blinded by a flash bomb that suddenly exploded, Lao Hu led me to run around, and it was not easy to settle down, although Life as a rogue is a little harder, but much better than before."

While speaking, the meat in the pot gradually exuded a fragrance, Han Xiao sniffed it greedily, and asked curiously, "You can't see anything, how do you cook?"

An dissatisfied: "Don't underestimate people, although I am blind, I still have the sense of smell, hearing, touch, and quick hands and feet, and I'm not a waste person."

Hu Hongjun smiled bitterly and said, "She has a strong temperament, so I won't let me take care of her."

"I can't be a cripple to drag you down." An's tone was full of tenderness.

Hu Hongjun scratched his head embarrassedly, as if he was not used to laughing with his wife in front of outsiders, and hurriedly changed the subject, "By the way, let me show you my baby."

Han Xiao's face changed slightly, thinking of some unhealthy things, and quietly moved back.

Fortunately, Hu Hongjun didn't take out the big treasure. He opened the box next to him, took out an old rifle wrapped in cloth strips, and said proudly, "See if you know the goods."

[Saber Rifle (Old)]

[Quality: Gray (White)]

[Basic attributes: attack power 38~40, rate of fire 0.9 rounds/s, magazine capacity 20 rounds, effective range 200 meters, output level 25, durability 5/300]

[Attribute bonus: Agility +1]

[Length: 0.77m]

[Weight: 7.1 lbs]

[Additional effects: Accurate - stable ballistics, very low wind direction]

[Note: This weapon has participated in many battles with its master. ]

"Good gun!" The professional quality of the big technician Han burst out and praised: "Although it has been used for many years, it still feels so smooth, the barrel is long and straight, the ammunition has enough acceleration distance, and the spray force is absolutely strong. Dark and shiny, murderous, tall and straight, um, it's really a murder weapon."

Hey, why is the atmosphere suddenly given, is it an illusion?

"This is my old buddy, he's been with me for almost ten years." Hu Hongjun laughed: "Don't look brand new, it's because I often oil it, but in fact the components inside are aging, I haven't used this gun for a long time. hunting."

The two chatted happily, and before they knew it, it got dark.

Ann made the rice, a pot of fragrant broth, the soup was rich and pure white, with a milk-like texture, the meat was thoroughly stewed, and pieces of wild vegetables floated on the oily soup, embellished with a touch of emerald green, Makes the index finger move.

The smell of meat is like a seductive little goblin, and it locks Han Xiao's eyes firmly. He swallowed, his stomach grumbling after being tortured by dry food for seven days, and his favor towards Hu Hongjun kept popping up from the top of his head +1+1+1 .

After gobbling down dinner, Hu Hongjun opened his mouth to stay with Han Xiao overnight.

The kindness was difficult, and considering that it was really difficult to travel at night, Han Xiao agreed and used a curtain to separate a compartment in the tent. Hu Hongjun and An made a bed for him.

"Your backpack is too big, let me put it outside for you." Ando.

The tent space is limited, and his compartment is very small. He can only put a bed, and he really can't fit a backpack full of various guns.

After thinking about it, he asked Hu Hongjun for a piece of animal skin, picked out the extra firearms in the backpack, unloaded all the bullets, removed the trigger, wrapped it tightly in the animal skin, and placed it in a corner. He kept an eye out and clipped a leaf to the hide wrap. If the wrap was flipped, he would find out the next day.

The backpack contained all the ammunition, the size of which was just at the end of the bed. Han Xiao filled a 73-type Wasp pistol with bullets and pressed it under the pillow. Although he was very grateful for Hu Hongjun’s warm hospitality, he should not relax his vigilance.

However, when Han Xiao's head touched the pillow, the exhaustion that had been stretched for seven days broke out, and he fell into the deepest sleep almost in the blink of an eye.

Hu Hongjun heard the slight snoring, shook his head with a smile, and whispered to An: "It seems that he is very tired, don't disturb him."

An nodded, put down the cleaning action lightly, walked out of the tent with pots and pans in hand, and went outside to wash the dishes.

...

"Uncle, uncle! I'm hungry!"

Hu Fei rushed in recklessly, with a disheartened face and a large bag that was smashed out by a hard object on his forehead. If Han Xiao was awake, he could recognize that this guy was the long-haired youth who robbed him during the day. Hu Hongjun's nephew.

Hu Hongjun frowned and said, "Where did you go today, you haven't been seen for a day."

"I, I'm going hunting outside." Hu Fei was obedient. Ever since his father died, he has been living with Hu Hongjun. He is very afraid of Hu Hongjun, the uncle.

Seeing his nephew's cowardly appearance, Hu Hongjun knew that he was lying, grabbed Hu Fei's ear, and shouted sternly in a low voice, "Did you go out and fool around again! Shoot out to scare passersby, and I'll break your fucking three legs!"

His ears were twisted, Hu Fei burst into tears from the pain, and felt aggrieved. Your nephew, I stepped on the hard stubble today. I was hanged and beaten, and I was tied to a tree for a long time. I was hungry and dizzy. It's me, uncle, can you be reasonable.

"Don't, uncle, leave me a leg." Hu Fei cried and grimaced.

"Then do you want to keep the left leg or the right leg?"

"The one in the middle..."

"Don't think about it, I will definitely break your bones." Hu Hongjun raised his hand, suddenly thinking that he couldn't disturb Han Xiao's sleep, so he let go of Hu Fei and said bitterly, "I'll beat you tomorrow."

Hu Fei noticed that there was one more person in the tent, and looked over curiously, looking over the curtain, wanting to see who the guest was.

Isn't this the murderer from the daytime!

Oops, my forehead hurts even more.

"Look what, you go out to sleep today." Hu Hongjun said in a bad tone. To his surprise, Hu Fei didn't refute. He looked like he had seen a ghost. Inexplicably, I touched my face, thinking I look so ugly?

...

Hu Fei panicked and ran out of the tent, only to react when the night wind blew.

"No, what am I running for, this is my home!"

That murderer was so immortal that he bumped into my hand, can I spare him so easily? Hu Fei was about to turn his head, and the scene of Han Xiao knocking him flying suddenly flashed in his mind.

Afraid of being afraid, to say that Hu Fei has no resentment towards Han Xiao, that is pure bullshit, he did not dare to trouble Han Xiao, but he was not willing to let it go.

"Hu Fei, Hu Fei, show some manly courage, take revenge and take revenge!"

Hu Fei was stunned and thought of a way to retaliate. He was very curious about Han Xiao's bulging backpack. He noticed the animal skin package in the tent just now. Hu Fei clearly remembered that there was no such thing at home, so it must be the murderer. people's luggage.

...

In the middle of the night, everything was silent, and everyone in the settlement fell asleep. After waiting for a long time, Hu Fei finally started to move, tiptoe, sneaked into the tent like a thief, and carefully touched the animal skin package.

"Hey, let me see what you brought with you?"

Turning over the layers of animal skins, Hu Fei's eyes widened instantly, and he almost fell to the ground in fright.

firearms!

All good guns!

Hu Fei's face was ecstatic and his eyes were greedy. It really was a good thing!

He wanted to take all the guns away, but when he thought of Han Xiao's fierce appearance, his courage shrank immediately. If the murderer found out that the luggage was missing, he would definitely kill him.

"Can't take it all..."

Hu Fei was reluctant, gritted his teeth, and picked up two 73-type Wasp pistols, without the courage to take more.

"Forget it, my uncle entertained you anyway, it's not too much to take your two guns." Hu Fei persuaded himself in his heart, restored the animal skin to its original state, and tiptoed away.

With only two small pistols missing, the murderer should not have noticed.

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