Resting against the mottled wall, Jiuye used a dagger to carve a vertical mark on the butt stock of the musket in his hand.

This is the 101st prey, which is of memorable significance. When you collect 120 prey, you can replace the detachable butt stock of the musket with a new one.

Take out a bullet from the bullet bag and put it into a musket. The girl flips her body and looks at the new prey at the entrance of the corner of the wall. This is the ruins behind the city wall of the Harbour District, the middle floor of a three-story building. It was originally an art gallery, full of paintings that she could understand or not.

It has to be said that the owner of the gallery is an Ashbet with a very dangerous control awareness. As soon as the new Eden invaded Shaan, he sold the gallery and house and ran to Moggs with the money, saying that he wanted to explore a brand new form of artistic expression in the northern world.

I hope the sea water near the northern harbor would not be too cold, otherwise the pointed-eared girl of Shisher's cousin would be a little disgusted. After all, it was a large amount of dividends. Selling them into federal standard currency is also a good number.

Jiuye knows very well that unlike his sisters, they are like the sun, and their lives are full of happiness and joy, and happiness is like daily life, and will never be missing in their lives.

As for me, my mother left when I was very young, and I lived with my father, which was very down and out.

Although he really wanted to meet his mother, when his father took out his gun and the pen and paper left to him by his mother, Jiuye still made a choice - even if his mother couldn't see her, she still had other relatives, and if she left, her father could only survive alone.

Loneliness is lonely, Jiuye knows it, so picking up his father's gun is also the life path he chose.

Therefore, the killer's daughter should have become a killer until one day, her father asked if he wanted to study.

She didn't want to go, but her father said that if she didn't go, he would be hung up and beaten by an agent from the Federal Bureau of Preschool Education.

...The most unprovoked thing in this world is not a rich man who is as rich as a country, because no matter how hard their heads are, they cannot be harder than the 11mm steel core bullets projected from a magnetic rail rifle three kilometers away.

The most unprovoked thing in this world is the relevant departments.

In the federal government, the federal taxation agency agents, the federal government agents of the preschool education and the Homeland Security Agency are the most unprovoked.

Because the Taxation Bureau says that the killer's money also needs to be paid taxes, the Federal Bureau of Popularization of Early Childhood Education said that any school-age child has the right and obligation to get education, and the Bureau of Homeland Security said that whoever creates problems for the first two departments will be responsible for creating problems for whose life.

So Jiuye finally chose to go to school because she didn't want to watch her father hanging there. Although it wouldn't be a fatal blow, the flesh and blood always makes people deterred.

Then, I met Marceau.

"Look, you should be very happy than me. At least you can walk with your own legs." Marceau, who always looks stern and sits in a wheelchair, always says that.

She is always encouraged so much.

Prey appeared in the scope, pulled the trigger, the bullet flew for a distance, and drilled into the forehead of the new Eden who poked his head out to see what scenery was on the other side of the collapsed city wall.

Pulling the bolt and throwing the shell out, Jiuye thought of Marceau again.

This lame cat is really a problem.

At the beginning, she thought so because he was like a... How did he spell that word? Noisy? Ah, it was almost the same anyway, and Marceau was like that in his first impression.

Until one day, when my father was free and came to pick up his daughter from school, she realized that the lame cat was sitting at the school gate and no one came to pick him up.

"Are you going back?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm back." She replied.

Each other's smiles were full of indescribable meaning.

The New Edens began to charge, and the happy hunting time. For some reason, Jiuye always likes people holding battle flags, perhaps because they always like to sway.

Too blatant and too blind.

So when the bullet drilled into his neck, the victim's head drooped at an angle beyond the norm and eventually fell into a pile of corpses composed of his companions who had charged forward.

Pulling the bolt and repeating her work. I still remember that when I was eight years old, I used a long spear for the first time. It was a medieval long-range high-precision rifle. Under the guidance of her father, she spent three days killing her first prey in her life, a radiation deer.

In the Central European region of the earth, radiation deer is still the most common animal until now. The nuclear bomb used on a large scale in the First Human-Word War era turned the entire earth from another level into a huge extraordinary evolutionary factory.

It is quiet, silent, without recoil, unlike the musket in his hand.

But Jiuye still instinctively liked this musket, because the former made her feel like she was playing games, not a working social animal... After all, even if she was a killer, Jiuye was an ordinary person who believed in "labor to create happiness."

Speaking of ordinary people, pulling the bolt and rolling down the slope in the scope without a tube, Jiuye thought of Marceau again.

From the Lin sisters, Jiuye learned about Marceau's situation.

In a single-parent family, there is a mother who doesn’t know who the father is, which makes Jiuye seem to see another self.

With the same situation and the same pain, Jiuye and Marceau became good friends.

An unfortunate life has an end, friends, joy, kittens who like to listen to themselves, companions who like to watch the sunset, and lovers who are willing to help them realize their dreams.

Pull the bolt, throw the last shell out, retreat from the shooting position, lean against the wall, Jiuye takes out the dagger and carves the new prey on the butt stock.

The sound of fine objects rolling from the lower layer came. Jiuye leaned the musket against the wall, picked up the camouflage cloth from the corner and put it on her body. She leaned against a pile of debris, which was covered in gray.

Time is moving, and extremely subtle footsteps are coming from the steps. Under the reflection of the fire in the distance, the air is twisting.

Jiuye controlled his breathing, and a second twisted human form appeared, followed by a third.

"No one." A voice said so.

"Impossible, gunshots were heard on the street downstairs."

"This shooter is very cunning and has set up anti-undead silver thread. Lao Qi didn't pay attention and explored the way and left him alone."

Three twisted figures walked up to the floor of this floor, one of the big men noticed the musket, he walked two steps faster, and a human appeared from the twisted light, and he came to the gun and picked it up: "The gun is still there!"

The gunshot rang out, and bullets drilled into the back of his head and lifted his entire face away, leaving his discovery and warning in his throat forever.

At the same time, the dagger in Jiuye's hand had stabbed in from the back of the third twisted human neck connected to the skull, and he twisted and pulled it with the corpse to block the opponent's attack. After piercing through the corpse of the dwarf, the crossbow arrow was blocked by the soft dragon scale armor worn by Jiuye.

The next second, the excitation flash light under the barrel of the revolver was flashing. The half-length man first covered his eyes, and then suddenly waved the light crossbow in his hand. If Jiuye rushed forward, he might hit her.

But Jiuye did not go over, but picked up the musket, loaded a bullet, then raised the gun, and smiled at the half-ling who was leaning against the wall because of blindness.

It was like shooting death like execution.

The half-length man who had lost his life slid and leaned against the wall, his lowered head exposed a terrible wound. He was a beauty, but now he is destined to be beautiful.

Jiuye walked up to her, took out a grenade from her pocket, held it tightly with her hands, and then pulled out the safety plug.

"Good night." She stroked her cheek and then pulled off the chain from her neck.

Walking downstairs, pulling out silver threads from the corner of the bed, and then taking out a gem from a pile of ashes. Jiuye did not leave the door, but came to the kitchen behind, pushed open the debris in the corner of the kitchen, entered the tunnel, then pulled the pile of debris back to its original position, walked several meters into the tunnel, Jiuye turned his head, took out a sensing thunder from his pocket, and put it on the ground.

For Jiuye, singing is like a beautiful dream, blooming on the stage, turning dreams into reality sounds beautiful, but dreams always wake up, and life does not need to be addicted to dreams. Therefore, after washing away all the luster, it is better to do the job you are familiar with.

Because only in this way can we help Marceau and the father of his sisters and his children.

This is what my father taught himself.
Chapter completed!