When the wasteland first started to feel a serious lack of security, Somo would probably have shot him immediately.
But times have changed, and in the face of such clumsy provocations, he can still smile and shake his head.
"You go, I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill anyone."
"Are you crazy?"
Bang.
A dazzling tongue of fire suddenly cut through the air, accompanied by a deafening explosion, and landed directly less than ten centimeters in front of the leading young man.
An obvious scorch mark was instantly left on the ground, and firelight splashed out, as if it was about to ignite the surrounding air.
"you"
The young man who spoke was almost scared to death.
The others were also frightened, all of them turned pale and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Remember, this is a wasteland. Before provoking a stranger next time, think about whether you are qualified." Sumo's voice was still calm, but the warning contained in it made people shudder.
Several people rolled away and crawled away without any trace of the arrogance they had when they appeared.
"Let's go, take me over to see where your father is."
Su Mo put the pistol back into the gun bag on his waist, only to find that Luo Jiao was not frightened, but her eyes kept changing following the hand that inserted the gun.
Her eyes were fixed on the dark and cold pistol, a hint of desire and stubbornness brewing in it.
I don't know why, but this stubbornness made a beautiful image appear in Sumo's mind.
"want to?"
Luo Jiao was stunned, then raised her head in astonishment, only to find that Su Mo took out the pistol from his gun bag unusually quickly and handed it over without hesitation.
"Can you shoot?"
"Won't."
"Take it, I'll teach you later."
Until the cold pistol was actually held in her hand, Luo Jiao was still dizzy and somewhat unresponsive.
Her index finger repeatedly rubbed the anti-slip pattern on the gun body, which was a strange feeling that she had never experienced before.
It was difficult for her to describe this feeling in words, but Sumo knew very well that it was a powerful feeling of controlling one's own destiny.
"who?"
A whistling sound was heard not far away, and Luo Jiao subconsciously raised her hand to take aim.
The imitation of the movie and TV show looks a bit clumsy, but the three people in the grass were scared to death.
"It's us, it's your Uncle Ma, don't shoot."
Ma Benchun shivered and walked out, followed by Lao Zhang and Lao Gong.
They ran away just now subconsciously. It wasn't until they ran a hundred meters away that they realized that Somo had a gun in his hand.
If you are so damn afraid of a hammer, how dare someone with a knife fight against someone with a gun?
Coupled with the sound of gunshots from behind, the three of them were convinced and quickly turned around and headed back.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they touched it, they saw Sumo handing the pistol to Luo Jiao with confidence. This made them so envious that they rubbed their teeth and their eyes turned red.
Gun.
A gun is a wasteland's life.
In this chaotic land, everyone has to rely on themselves. Having a gun in your hand means that you have the confidence to survive. You can protect yourself no matter what kind of danger you face. You are no longer like a rootless floating person.
Ping wandering around like that could die at any time.
And with it, you have the confidence to occupy resources, and you can even build your own small territory.
Such a generous gift to the little girl they just met made the three of them have a new understanding of Somo's heroism.
"Uncle Ma, I've really caused trouble for you."
Luo Jiao put down her hand, holding the gun tightly in her arms like a treasure, and then said apologetically.
She didn't blame the three of them for running away. Thinking from their perspective, she would have done the same thing.
After all, there was only a pure interest relationship between these people, how could they rise to the level of saving people? That is to say, she was so anxious that she couldn't hold back when she saw an acquaintance coming over.
Thinking of this, Luo Jiao couldn't help but raise her head and look at Somo.
I don’t know where this ‘cousin’ came from. Suddenly he was no longer a stranger and became familiar.
An inexplicable memory came out, as if there really was such a face that met Somo.
"What the hell, you kid is really big-hearted. If the rest of us hadn't just happened to meet your cousin coming over, we might have been in trouble today."
"These young people are so bold that they will kill anyone they see. If they encounter such cruelty outside, they will die without knowing how."
"Boss Ji must be kind, otherwise these young people will have to stay tonight."
The three of them said something to each other, which made Sumo a little funny.
In fact, he could feel that although those young people said they were happy, few of them actually had the courage.
The young man at the head was ruthless, and the others were all scornful.
In comparison, he was not as good as those ruthless people in the wasteland who had just started carving out his shelter.
This is also the real reason why Somo let these people go.
"Let's go to your father's place. Aren't they still surrounded?"
"Dear uncle, take it, I don't dare to use it." Luo Jiao handed over the pistol and shouted timidly.
The voice was crisp and soft, making Sumo look at it seriously.
Even though many places on the face have been sunburned, this is still a very young face.
If it wasn't the wasteland, she should be in high school, maybe in the first year of high school, or maybe in the second year of high school, reading books without any worries, looking forward to the future that adults say 'I won't care about you when you go to college'.
But now, she has to hide herself in the grass to avoid being chased by strangers.
Some people would point at her with machetes, and some would point at her with iron bars.
Everyone wanted her to die, but she had no intention of making others pay the price.
"If you don't dare to use this, just take what is given to you. My cousin still has it here."
Somo said, pulling up from his backpack.
Under the gaze of Ma Benchun and the other three people, whose eyes were about to pop out of their heads, Sumo pulled out a submachine gun as long as his forearm.
Compared to a pistol, this submachine gun is more powerful.
The overall shape is long and narrow, and the metal shell emits a cold luster under the moonlight, like a dormant snake, ready to spit out deadly venom at any time.
The three of them looked at each other with shock and disbelief in their eyes.
If the pistol is still within the scope of what they can understand, then this submachine gun clearly exceeds the standard.
How many such guns do their Mizuno Alliance guards have?
The handmade guns of the Guards flashed through my mind, and then I looked at this obviously finely crafted submachine gun.
Ma Benchun swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "Boss Ji, let's go next."
He didn't dare to follow.
He would still have the thought to follow the ordinary dragon crossing the river to see if he could slip through his fingers and pass it on to them.
But he didn't dare to keep this kind of sky-reaching dragon for a moment, for fear that the other party would accidentally yawn and kill them.
"You want to go too?"
Sumo smiled and said: "That's okay, the road is difficult to walk at night, so it would be more convenient if there are more people."
"I"
"You don't want to leave, do you?" Sumo stopped smiling and zipped up his backpack with his backhand.
"No, Boss Ji, how can we leave now?"
I really feel that accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger, and Ma Benchun's soul will be scared away.
The remaining two people were also frightened. Sumo glanced at them, and they nodded and refused to leave.
"That's good. Before I leave in the next few days, you can just follow me."
"I'll be in a good mood then, and maybe I can leave you some good stuff to make a fortune."
Sumo shook his backpack upwards, and there was a crisp metal collision sound inside.
Damn, you still have it?
Are you a munitions guy?
After the three people were shocked, they couldn't help but feel hot in their hearts. What is a good thing to make a fortune?
When their eyes touched the pistol held by Luo Jiao, they did not dare to think any further.
If it takes a few days to replace it, even if there is danger, it is totally worth it!
It can be said that as long as they have a gun, even if they can't survive in the Mizuno League, they can quickly settle down with another gun.
"Dear baby, why don't you lead the way for your cousin?" Ma Benchun coughed lightly and patted his chest: "Don't worry, I am really going to risk everything. I still have face here. I guarantee your father will be fine."
"Thank you Uncle Ma, thank you cousin, thank you two old uncles."
Luo Jiao was so happy that she laughed and cried at the same time.
The group of people turned a corner and, led by her, hurried along the edge of the reed marsh towards the river.
There are many launching points here, but his father has always been very particular about the launching points he chooses.
Change one every three days, never repeat it, and never compete with others.
However, even so, because the harvest was too much, he was targeted and surrounded.
Luo Jiao first took a few people to the launching point where they left during the day, but saw no one here.
However, there is a sampan hidden in the reed marsh, which can accommodate several people.
Lao Zhang and Lao Gong skillfully maneuvered the bamboo poles, and the small sampan shot out of the water like an arrow from the string.
Not long after, I saw a few sparks on the river.
There were quite a lot of people besieging the Luo family and his son. There were more than thirty sampans and about eighty people.
Seeing Lao Zhang's unfamiliar face, several approaching sampans surrounded him.
"Where did it come from? Go away."
"Why are you still holding on? Are you not convinced?"
"Looking for trouble, right? You still dare to glare at me. I think you don't want to live anymore."
The first few people who gathered around spoke in harsh tones and looked angry.
However, the middle-aged man who came from behind was quite calm. He hugged Lao Zhang from the air and said:
"We are looking for someone. Please take a detour. This way won't work tonight."
"Old Song, you haven't found Luo Laizi yet?" Lao Ma stood up, obviously knowing the middle-aged man.
"Old horse?"
Song Santang frowned: "How did you know I was looking for Luo Laizi?"
"Haha, that fish king from Luo Laizi was caught in your water splash. Haven't you been thinking about it for many days?"
Anyone could hear the sarcasm in Ma Benchun's voice, and some people couldn't help it immediately.
"Why are you talking, you stinky drug seller?"
"Go away, I think you got a lot of stuff from our store, or I'll fuck you now."
"Damn it, you think you're a figure, don't you? I see there are people on the boat, damn, isn't this Luo Laizi's daughter?"
"Quick, come here, Luo Laizi's daughter is on this ship!"
There was a sudden commotion on the water surface.
As soon as the sampans nearby and far away heard about Luo Laizi's daughter, they immediately rushed over.
"Old Ma, so you came here to give us a gift?"
After Song Santang made the identification, he couldn't help but laugh when he saw the information he had collected. He suddenly thought that he had mistaken Ma Benchun's intention.
"You told me earlier, brothers thought you were here to cause trouble."
They couldn't find Luo Laizi, but it would be much more convenient to have his precious daughter in hand.
For a moment, those who had just started to curse were a little embarrassed and quickly apologized.
There was no mention of the stinky drug seller, and only friendly Uncle Ma was left one after another.
"You all recognize Uncle Ma, and Uncle Ma is indeed very happy."
"Uncle Ma, what are you talking about? If you don't say anything else, we, the Song family, will be the first to refuse to agree to anyone who offends you in the future."
Hearing this, Ma Benchun smiled happily, but the conversation suddenly changed.
"That's good. In that case, Uncle Ma would like to advise you. It's not too late to leave now."
"ah?"
Song Santang was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard wrongly.
"What did you say?"
"He told you to get out or die." Lao Zhang touched his beard and intervened.
At this time, many sampans were already surrounding us.
After hearing Lao Zhang's arrogant speech, some people immediately couldn't sit still and picked up the machete in the cabin.
There were also a few who took out their crossbows and looked over with malicious intent.
"cousin"
Luo Jiao was so nervous that she couldn't speak. If she hadn't been able to feel the warm breath emanating from Somo's body all the time, she might have had difficulty breathing.
After all, no survivor would be able to calm down if they were surrounded by 70 or 80 men in the middle of the water and pointed at weapons.
Let alone a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old.
"Remember how I just taught you how to use this gun?"
"I remember."
"Then pick up the gun and shoot him." He pointed at Song Santang with his mouth, and Sumo's eyes were soft without any killing intent.
"Don't worry, your dad is watching right now, don't let him down."
"What?"
Luo Jiao was suddenly stunned, her eyes scanning the dozens of sampans surrounding her in the darkness.
The night was deep, the firelight flickered under the moonlight, and there was some reflection on the river. With her eyesight, she could not see clearly even twenty meters away, so she could not see Luo You's figure.
"cousin"
As if she had determined something in her heart, she turned her head again, and Luo Jiao's eyes became firm.
She gritted her teeth, picked up the pistol beside her, turned off the safety, and shot Song Santang.
Bang.
The blazing flames flashed past amid the explosions.
According to the probability of a beginner's first shot hitting the target, the probability of missing the target at a distance of ten meters is about 90%.
But what is surprising is that Luo Jiao really hit the target.
But the one who was hit was the unlucky man holding a machete next to Song Santang, who screamed and fell into the water.
"Damn, they have guns!"
"Retreat, retreat quickly!"
The water surface suddenly exploded, and the fear rooted in genes made everyone suffocate.
Plop, there were several sounds of jumping into the water.
Some people who saw the opportunity jumped into the water decisively, fearing that they would be hit by a gun the next second.
The sampans that were still surrounding them in the distance stopped tacitly, as if they had seen a ghost, and were surprised and uncertain.
"Very good, but remember to be more decisive next time you shoot."
As Sumo said, he casually picked up the submachine gun placed at his feet and fired at the side without looking.
Boom boom boom boom
A series of explosions sounded like the steps of the god of death. Although the gunfire drifted and scattered, it accurately hit several people who were holding crossbows and earthen guns and were preparing to shoot.
Including Song Santang, he was also hit in the leg and fell down in the cabin howling.
"I'll count to three. Anyone who doesn't leave will die."
Soma stood up, and although his voice was not loud, it was deafening at this moment.
The approaching sampans only hesitated for a moment, and before Somo could call out "1", they turned around like crazy.
By the time we reached exit '2', there was no ship that dared to come around.
All the boats were running away, for fear of running slower than others, and those without poles even put their arms in their hands to row.
However, at this moment, facing an escape sampan in the group of sampans that looked no different from the other boats, Sumo laughed loudly:
