The solar system is broken

Just when the ultimate question of what the universe is has not yet been concluded, a new question arises.

A brown bear broke through the barriers in the forest and rushed into the shooting range.

The women were running around on the grass, and the brown bear was running towards the tent area.

"Why do some weird things always happen when I'm with you?"

The writer gently placed the Coke with ice on the table and looked at the brown bear, slightly speechless.

"Then sir, I won't disturb your wonderful afternoon with the brown bear," Dora saw that something was wrong, got up, straightened her clothes, and left directly.

...

Do you still dare to be a little less courageous?

This bear also has a broken spear stuck in its paw, and its left eye has been blown out.

His brown hair was covered in blood red, and he looked like he had been shot a lot.

But breaking into this place is considered his skill.

In fact, this was a mistake. A group of people originally wanted to drive the bear to the bottom of a cliff, but unexpectedly, the bear injured one person and broke out of the encirclement.

Go straight to this area.

With the anger that lasted all afternoon, he rushed straight towards a group of old, weak, women and children.

The writer looked around and saw a handful of 98k and a handful of bullets on the table.

"Weapons are quite sufficient~"

These things were naturally prepared by Han Linger for hunting.

What I didn't expect was that this thing was used in the safe zone.

"Life is so wonderful~"

The bear kept roaring and ran wildly on the grass like a headless fly.

No one could avoid it.

Moss was so frightened that he put down the beauty and sat up from the recliner.

Several bodyguards, armed with pistols, pulled Moss away and ran away.

But Moss pushed away the hurried bodyguards and said seriously, "What's the decency of panic! Our people haven't left yet."

As a veteran in politics, I have never seen any disturbances, such as this small scene.

It's just a bear. It only takes a moment to suppress whatever needs to be dodged.

"General, our weapons are not powerful enough."

"I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere!" Moss said firmly, "A leader cannot show cowardice in front of his people!"

Especially on the eve of a war, we must not be weak.

Otherwise, citizens will lose trust in the government because of a small matter.

"Protect the general," I couldn't hold it back.

At this time, he saw the latecomer, the writer.

He calmly grabbed the bullet from the table and pressed it into the magazine.

It's a shot to the sky.

This young man is very confident.

Picking up the 98k, he half-knelt on the ground and aimed his sights at the brown bear he noticed.

Bang!

One shot.

This shot hit his left foot, causing a burst of blood.

The brown bear staggered and fell to the ground.

Bang!

Another shot.

This shot was empty.

Pull the bolt, and the empty bullet draws a perfect curve in the sun.

The pale face had no expression, as if he was doing an ordinary thing.

The brown bear picked up the injured leg and was about to run, limping up.

Bang!

Another shot.

This shot hit.

The bullet penetrated the bear's neck and splashed blood, making the entire shooting range bloody.

The latecomer stood up and held the rifle in one hand.

He walked quickly to the incapacitated brown bear and stood ten steps away.

Bang!

The last shot.

Fire all 5 bullets in the magazine.

The whole process takes less than 3 minutes and is neat and tidy.

The writer looked at the bright red blood and stood there for a long time.

Moss wrote this in his notes afterwards.

[When the injured brown bear pounced on the crowd, everyone had lost their rationality.]

[My assistants pulled me under the table to look for the glasses that I had dropped in shock.]

【Through my peripheral vision, I saw the "latecomer".】

[His calmness put my assistants and me to shame. I watched him pick up the gun from a distance of about 40 yards.]

[Then he pulled the trigger confidently, like a born warrior. In fact, I later learned that he had never used a firearm at all.]

[At that moment, I seemed to have found a sparkling piece of gold. Among all the others, he was the most decent and toughest. 】

【He is a writer.】

In fact, this is not the case at all.

Real writers are always dominated by fear.

That shot fired into the sky was simply to embolden myself.

As for the subsequent shots, it was thanks to the hit of the first shot that it gave him unlimited confidence.

Although the subsequent shot failed to hit, the brown bear at this time had completely lost the courage to take the initiative to attack. After the calm, the writer just hit the critical point.

According to later recollections, the writer did not come back to his senses until he saw the brown bear die.

"Master, so awesome~"

Bang bang~

applause.

The writer's six senses returned, and he stared blankly at the dead brown bear.

But when it falls into the eyes of others, it turns into a calm and calm state of mind.

With such a temperament at such a young age, this child will surely become a great person.

Moss stood up from under the table and glanced at the writer.

The bodyguard looked at the writer awkwardly. As a warrior, he behaved worse than ordinary people... His face was burning.

"Let's go, Brat~" Moss looked back at the writer and was very fond of this young man.

Moss did not go up to say hello to the young hero, because his achievements as a writer could only attract Moss's attention, but not to the point of taking him seriously.

That night.

Party around the campfire.

Women wore grass skirts and danced.

The writer looked at the bear paws in the bowl, half lying there, watching the enthusiasm of the men and women.

A bear was lying helplessly beside the campfire, and the young men looked gloomily at the writer among the women.

Their frustration is justified.

After chasing this bear for an hour or two, I was exhausted and sweating all over, but in the end I was picked up by this guy.

Bear paws are delicious. First-grade bear paws are delicious.

Wrap the bear's front paws in gauze, add green onion and cooking wine to remove the fishy smell. Then add fat hen, pork knuckle and cooked ham to enhance the aroma and stew for three hours.

The cutting method of this bear's paw is a bit special. The back is cut twice horizontally and vertically, and it is not transparent. It is wrapped in gauze and cooked.

After the pot is cooked, untie the gauze and put the front side down, and the bear's paw will naturally appear with a "pin" character.

Remove the side dishes and use them for other purposes, pour the juice on the bear's paws, and the dish is ready.

It's delicious, but it's a pity that it took a long time to stew.

King Cheng of Chu died without eating the bear paw, and Duke Linggong of Jin committed regicide due to his lack of familiarity with the bear paw.

This bear’s paw, ugh~

Delicious~

"Master," Xiao Li came after smelling the fragrance.

Climbed from the other side to the edge of the table and cut off a piece of hair halfway.

“Delicious~”

The cheeks are bulging and juice is flowing from the corners of the mouth.

This maid was also kept in Han Ling'er's mouth, and she dared to snatch food.

"Bring me a plate."

"Clang!" A plate as big as a washbasin fell on the table.

"Is this a plate?" The writer's nose twitched. He couldn't pretend even though he had taken all the bear's paws.

"They haven't eaten yet?"

Xiao Li pointed at the Yiyang duo who were distracted by the sika deer in the corner of the campfire.

"Aren't they not interested?"

Han Ling'er heard the gunfire and rushed to the shooting range. When she arrived, she found the writer staring at the bear's body in a daze.

Her hanging heart felt inexplicably lighter.

But when he saw the pretty girls and gathered around them, the gun in Han Ling'er's hand rattled.

If Yi Yang hadn't rushed over out of breath, Han Ling'er would have raised his gun.

It's a pity that Yiyang still suffered a terrible disaster. He dragged the sika deer with him and was told "die slowly, die slowly!"

Yiyang is confused, what is this?

While roasting the sika deer, the woman had been depressed and seemed to be seriously ill, but Yi Yang did not dare to touch her.

"One, two, three..."

I don’t know what this woman is mumbling at this moment?

But this has nothing to do with Yiyang.

The crispy venison legs are soaked in golden oil, sprinkled with chili pepper and cumin, and the aroma attacks the entire taste buds.

"Hey!" Yi Yang removed the leg from the grill, wiped a knife on his sleeve, and gently sliced ​​off the leg meat.

"Are you hungry?" He handed it over.

"I'm not hungry! I'm full."

...

Yiyang used a knife to gently prick a piece of meat and brought it to his mouth.

"Have you ever noticed that you are obsessed with someone, and then..."

"I want to kill him!" Han Ling'er suddenly snatched the plate from Yi Yang's hand.

"You're not..."

"I suddenly want to eat, can't I?!"

"You're right."

"I said, are you interested in writers..."

"Today's rabbit is your fate!"

Yi Yang's body trembled, and he said no more, this woman was really cruel, she beat a white rabbit alive and turned it into a red rabbit.

Call her a bad shot, she hit the target, but call her good, she missed the mark.

Five shots were fired, but the rabbit was not killed.

Yiyang couldn't stand it anymore and killed the miserable rabbit with one knife.

This bitch is definitely ruthless.