We Live In Nanjing - Chapter 121
Chapter 121 Don’t Take the Unusual Path This Time
Pinellia hummed a song leisurely, threw the thick coat on the bed, and then bent down to lift up Uncle Huang, who was curled up on the floor. The weasel half-squinted its small button-like eyes, and its hairy tail fell down and curled up. Since the beginning of winter, Uncle Huang’s spirit has become increasingly sluggish, probably because the temperature is low, this old bone is becoming more and more rigid, but the yellow ferret has no habit of hibernating, so he stays half-awake and drowsy all day long. .
“Go out to play.”
Banxia threw it into the living room. Uncle Huang suddenly woke up and ran out of the cat in small steps quickly.
Under normal circumstances, she would not allow Uncle Huang to enter the bedroom. Weasels are not cats or dogs after all. The scent glands on mustelids emit odors almost all the time. This odor is very penetrating and cannot be cleaned. When the teacher was there, he could only use perfume and toilet water to conceal the strong body odor of Uncle Huang. They sprayed the weasel with expired perfume, just like the noble ladies in medieval Europe who didn’t take a bath all year round.
A “chch chi chi chi”, sprayed the latter with innocent eyes open and confused.
“Parents, do you see where my quiver is hung?” Banxia bent over and looked at the bottom of the bed, then looked at the wall, “Quiver, quiver, where are you? I heard me shout Are you there? Please reply when you hear!”
“It’s a good spring, it’s better to have a dream, the grass is fragrant in the dream.”
Can’t find it in the room, she hopped briskly into the living room, groaning.
“You bring your dreams with you…”
Pinellia found the quiver. It was stuffed in the drawer of the TV cabinet. I don’t know when it was inserted. The girl unfolded it and patted it vigorously. The nylon bag is quite strong and durable. It has been used for so many years. Not broken.
Pinellia has not been out hunting for a long time. She has been consuming her food reserves, and the fresh water consumption is about to bottom out. Fortunately, it rained a little two days ago and her big eyes were still cruising nearby. To be on the safe side, Bai Yang Advise her not to leave Meihua Villa.
The presence of big eyes makes the girl quite annoyed. Banxia is a free and comfortable person who owns the entire Nanjing city. She can go wherever she wants. No one can control, but one day she is restrained everywhere, let alone. Wandering around, even lighting a fire and cooking must be sneaky, a dug smokeless stove can’t be used for a few days, you have to dig again, Banxia digging with an engineer’s shovel is sweating, and the mentality of digging and digging collapses. Throwing the shovel into the pit, sat down and sulked.
I was sulking and crying. I was really wronged, but I don’t know why.
Anyway, it is wronged.
Pinellia puts the cut wooden arrows one by one into the quiver. The arrow is more difficult to make than the bow. Every arrow must be recycled and maintained. Thirty arrows can last a long time.
She hung all the arrows on the wall, arranged the bows and arrows, and then took out the black, thick and long cannon barrel—the Remington 870 pump-action shotgun.
With a “click”, the sharp murderous intent was vented from the fingers.
Pinellia carefully wipes the body of the gun, from the beginning to the end, and from the end to the end. In this era, force is the foundation of one’s life. With this gun, Pinellia is standing on the top of the food chain and ecological niche in Nanjing. Nothing can challenge her status. Don’t think she is a cute girl. She has mastered the most powerful violence, and has the power to kill almost all other creatures in the world, as long as the opponent walks within the range of 870.
However, after the big eyes appeared, the Remington 870 was not enough to see. Banxia hopes to have a bigger barrel, which can blast away the big eye in one shot.
There was a “ding and jingle” shaking, the girl poured out all the heavy bullets in the bag, the brass-colored 9mm steel core bullet and the dark red shell No. 12 shotgun rolled down a full coffee table, counted, pistol There are 31 rounds of ammunition and 22 rounds of shotguns. The 54 pistol magazine can fill 17 rounds. So many bullets are only two magazines, while the Remington 870 can fill eight rounds. The shotgun inside is enough to reload three times.
She filled the pistols and shotguns with ammunition, and the extra bullets didn’t need to be carried or used. She wore a personal carrier, elbow and knee pads, a backpack, and was fully armed. Pinellia took a quick in-situ height in the hall. Raise your leg.
Less than half a minute, so tired.
“It’s so heavy, I can’t run with these things.” The girl sat down panting, put down her backpack, took the shotgun off her shoulders, and then stretched her long legs and leaned on the sofa to pretend to be a dead dog. “Too **** heavy…”
She lifted her sweaty forehead and her eyes fell on the black shotgun. The weight of the Remington 870 empty gun was more than three kilograms. Pinellia imagined in her mind how to escape when she was spotted by big eyes outside. , Finally shook his head, so much burden on the body, a dead end.
try again.
Resting for a while, she went into battle again, fully equipped, a tiger descended from the living room and plunged into the bedroom. His jaw was hit by the **** of the rifle, and it hurt so much that she couldn’t speak for half an hour.
“hiss—ha—”
Banxia grinned in front of the mirror and smeared alcohol, her chin was visibly swollen, and she angrily kicked the wall of the bathroom with her foot: “Go to die, die, die, die, die!”
After scolding, she had to come back obediently. This time she deliberately fixed the **** of the shotgun. She stood in the living room and slowly bowed her waist and legs to accumulate strength. A hungry tiger leaped forward and crawled on the ground. Go forward and watch vigilantly left and right after entering the bedroom-“Safe!”
“Roll into the bunker!”
Banxia began tactical rollover—
Can’t scroll.
The backpack is too big and stuck.
Banxia lay on the floor, trying hard to roll, but the backpack behind her was a big rock. She fought with the backpack for a long time, jumping **** the chopping board like a salted fish, and finally Banxia gave up the effort and lay on the floor thinking Life: Even though I have a great fame, I will inevitably be killed by a backpack in the end?
“Again.”
She throws away her backpack and tries again.
This time it rolled without obstacles, rolling all the way from the door of the bedroom under the bed, rolling smoothly, rolling smoothly, rolling water out of lotus.
Rolled so well that Banxia also wanted to perform for BG.
Before going out every time, Banxia must keep the house clean and tidy. This is the teacher’s advice. Before going out, it is necessary to check the equipment, especially the weapons. Fifty meters away from home, carry a gun in his hand and load the bullets. But this time, Pinellia decided not to bring a shotgun. This thing has no other effect except to increase the weight. Any person with a normal brain will not try to use firearms and big eyes to fight head-on.
The logic of action this time is different from before. Usually, she can be fully armed and walk slowly in the middle of the street, but not today.
Pinellia has repeatedly streamlined her equipment, reduced weight, and ensured that her movement is not hindered. The backpack is not wider than the shoulders to avoid being caught when climbing and drilling holes. The waist and abdomen straps are tightened, and the waist and hips are used to bear weight to reduce physical exertion. Teacher The teaching experience is used.
Facing the mirror, Pinellia bounced gently, the girl in the mirror was very energetic.
This time she went out, she didn’t take the usual path.
She was going to travel a long distance to pick up a time slow delivery. This is probably the most important time slow delivery in human history. Banxia drew two circles on the map, one in the Zitai office building and the other in Mochou Lake. subway station.
“BG, the route you planned for me is a straight line, along the Zhongshan Mountain path to the Gulou Square?”
“Yes, Miss, this is our planned route, OVER.”
“But I didn’t see any traces of planning. If I want to go there, I would also go this way. Is this planning necessary?”
“That is the same as what the hero sees, Miss, but this is indeed the route planned by the expert group. It is relatively safest for you to take this road, OVER.”
Bai Yang put down his hand microphone, turned his head and shouted at the living room: “Thank you for your voice to be quieter! I’m on it!”
The noise in the living room became a pot of porridge.
(End of this chapter)