The gunner was sitting on a booth in the front hall, holding a beer bottle in his hand, taking a sip from time to time. Under his feet, several beer bottles were lying in a mess, reflecting the gunner's bad mood at this time.
"Where's Brother Pao?" Nineteen came out and stopped a few younger brothers and asked.
"Brother Ninth, Brother Pao is drinking drunkenly over there," a younger brother replied respectfully.
Nineteen nodded: "Well, you guys go ahead and I'll go take a look," he said, walking towards the gunner nestled in the booth.
"Nineteen is here, come and drink with me," the gunner said with a smile as he opened his eyes hard.
Nineteen sighed and sat opposite the gunner: "Brother Pao, you drank too much,"
"Fart, I don't have much, Nineteen, come and have a drink with me," the gunner took a cup and poured wine for Nineteen.
Nineteen looked at the gunner, said nothing, picked up the cup, raised his head and drank it in one gulp: "Brother Pao, I know you hate and suffer in your heart, but drinking can't solve any problems."
When the gunner saw that Nineteen was done, he laughed and said, "Okay, that's enough, brother, come on, have another drink."
"That's enough, Brother Pao, you can't drink any more. I'm afraid someone will come to Hellfire to cause trouble," Nineteenth pressed the cup with his hand to prevent the gunner from pouring any more wine.
"They're making trouble. I fucking wish they were making trouble. Nineteen, I watched several of my close friends being hacked to death. Damn it, my intestines were leaking out, but I couldn't save him," the gunner bit He gritted his teeth and the muscles on his face were trembling.
Seeing the gunner's excitement, Nineteen slowly released his hand holding the cup, took the initiative to pick up the beer, and poured another glass: "Brother Pao, no wonder, who told us to go this way?"
"I know, but I want to avenge them," the gunner picked up a bottle of beer, split the cap of the bottle with a knife, and swallowed hard against the broken bottle.
"Be careful, Brother Pao," Nineteen frowned. People are all animals with emotions. If his brother was hacked to death in front of others, he would probably be like Brother Pao.
The gunner drank more than half of the bottle in one go, and then put it down: "I know Brother Tian and Brother Mo are doing it for my own good, but I would rather go out and be hacked to death by them than sit here drinking,"
Just as Nineteen was about to persuade the gunner, he suddenly remembered something and smiled: "Brother Pao, if you want to avenge your brothers, there is no chance."
"What chance?" the gunner asked, glaring.
"Brother Mo came to me alone before leaving and said that someone might come to Hellfire tonight to cause trouble. As long as they come, we will leave them behind," Nineteen said with murderous intent.
When the gunner got excited, he crushed the beer glass to pieces. The fragments cut into his palm, and blood mixed with yellow wine flowed all over the table: "Really,"
"Here, go get the gauze," Nineteen raised his hand and threw the pieces on the table aside: "Really,"
"Damn it, then I'll wait for them. I'll gather my men now. If they dare to come, I'll kill them," the gunner said, shaking and about to stand up.
Nineteen hurriedly stopped the gunner: "Brother Pao, please don't get excited. I haven't finished speaking yet. Brother Mo also said that there is a box of things in the underground warehouse that we can use if necessary."
"What is it?" the gunner sat down again and asked curiously.
"Light machine gun," the Nineteenth Monster said with a smile.
"..." The gunner broke out in cold sweat, and his brain became clearer: "Where did you get the light machine gun?"
Nineteen shook his head: "I didn't ask, but it should have been sent by the Feng Company. Damn it, the Feng Company is the real giant. They have light machine guns." At the end of the sentence, Nineteen's face was filled with envy.
The gunner held his hands on the table: "There are several light machine guns,"
"Two sticks," Nineteen smiled more sinisterly.
"Damn it, take me to see it," the gunner wiped the blood on his body and stood up.
Seeing that the gunner's injury was fine, Nineteen nodded: "Okay,"
"We're all here, we'll be back soon," the gunner told his younger brothers, and quickly followed Nineteen to the basement.
The two entered the basement, and sure enough, there was a large wooden box placed in a corner, and there was a crowbar next to it, which was left by Nineteen.
Nineteen walked forward and opened the wooden box. What he saw was a layer of tinfoil and some foam. When he opened the tinfoil, two sturdy light machine guns appeared in front of the gunner, making him instantly feel breathless.
"Brother Pao, why don't we just play this tonight," Nineteen asked after deliberation.
"Of course, who would use a blade with this thing?" The gunner couldn't wait to bend down and pick up one. It felt cold to the touch and heavy in the hand. Under the light machine gun, there were rows of orange-yellow bullets, which were dazzlingly bright. .
Nineteen also picked up one and played with it a few times: "Brother Pao, can you use it? I don't know how to use this thing."
"I, I don't think I know how to do it." The gunner was a little embarrassed. In the past, it would have been nice for Tianmen's top management to have a pistol, so how could he use a light machine gun? Is it there? I’ll check it on the computer later.”
"Yeah, I think it works." Nineteen picked up another row of bullets and wrapped them around himself: "Isn't the shape cool?"
"You're not as big as Schwarzenegger," the gunner grinned, put the light machine gun on his shoulder, picked up two shuttles of bullets, turned around and walked out.
Nineteen quickly stopped him: "Why are you going?"
"Go up and check the information,"
"Brother Pao, let's keep a low profile and put it back in the wooden box. Let's carry it up," Nineteen smiled bitterly and put the gun and bullets back into the wooden box first.
The gunner nodded, and the two of them carried the wooden box and quickly walked out of the basement. They found a laptop with Internet access and began to study. Although most of the information on the Internet was superficial, after more than ten minutes of research, it was quite satisfying. The two of them found a way out.
"Is this how it works?" the gunner looked at the machine gun in his hand, eager to try it.
"How about we try,"
"How to try,"
"Go to the front hall and turn up the music to the maximum. It should be able to cover up the sound of gunfire," Nineteen thought for a while and said.
The gunner nodded: "Let's go,"
The two men came to the front hall carrying machine guns and bullets. When the boys saw the light machine gun, their eyes changed...
"What are you looking at? Go turn on the music. You guys, go over there and place some bottles. Come on," the gunner shouted and raised his light machine gun.
The boys hurried to work, the loudest music banged, and a dozen bottles were placed. The gunner followed the instructions learned from the computer, opened the safety, and gently pulled the trigger.
‘Pah, pah, pah…’ A burst of gunfire rang out, and fire dragons sprayed out from the muzzle. Several bottles in the distance were intact, but the sofa next to it was turned into a hornet’s nest.
"It's done," Nineteen shouted excitedly.
The gunner looked at his results and felt a little embarrassed: "Damn it, not one hit," he said, rubbing his shoulders that were numb from the shock: "I have to put up the bracket later."
"Brother Cannon, if you missed it, you missed it. Think about it, how big the person is and how small the bottle is. If they really come to Hellfire, they will definitely rush in in a swarm. When the time comes, they will shoot with their eyes closed. We can kill them," Nineteen comforted the gunner.
The gunner nodded: "Yeah, that's right,"
Nineteen also tried the feel of the hand, and then the two of them went to get the stand without ink stains. They found two light machine guns and set them up on two marble tables. The muzzles of the guns were pointed at the door. Even in case the other party also had a gun, the two The man also used the sofa to make a bunker to prevent him from being shot by the other party.
There were hundreds of boys in the front hall, all of them were dumbfounded. What are these two bosses going to do? Are they going to fight? The little Japanese came to China again and got so bad that they even used light machine guns. Damn it, it’s ** It’s a fight, who can believe it?
After the gunner and Nineteenth were ready, they stood up and looked at the brothers: "Go and tell the brothers who are ambushing outside that if the enemy really comes, let them in, then block the door and allow them to enter but not exit. Furthermore, once the enemy comes, let them in." If the gun is really going to be used, you should stay away, my skills are not very good,"
After the two people made arrangements, they sat on the sofa. The gunner took two more bottles of beer: "Just these two bottles, let's drink and wait for the grandsons."
"Okay," Nineteen didn't refuse. The two of them faced the bottle and drank one sip at a time.
Before I finished drinking a bottle of beer, a message came from the boy outside: "Brother Pao, Brother Ninth, the enemy is coming,"
"How many people?" the gunner stood up and clenched his fists.
"It seems like seventy or eighty," the younger brother said with some uncertainty.
"Seventy or eighty," the gunner frowned. Seventy or eighty people dared to attack the Hellfire. Are they looking for death?
Nineteen also frowned: "What weapons do they carry?"
"A regular machete,"
"Impossible, why do you want to target people like this?" Nineteen couldn't figure it out. He thought that the other party was also carrying a firearm, so he dared to target people like this to bring hell fire.
If it had been half a month ago, he would not have believed that the domestic armed forces would use light machine guns in a firefight. But today, he believed it. To be exaggerated, if the opponent each had an AK47, he would have to quickly arrange for the brothers to retreat. ah.
"Whatever, let them in, damn, let these idiots never come back," the gunner's heart was aroused with hatred. He didn't care how many people were on the other side. No matter how small the mosquitoes were, they were still meat. Kill a few first to vent his anger.
"Yes, Brother Pao," the younger brother ran out quickly.
"Brother gunner, be careful. If something goes wrong, we will retreat quickly." After the nineteen pairs of gunners finished speaking, they turned around and shouted: "You all move back. Once I give the order to retreat, leave quickly. Don't be reluctant to fight. Pay attention. My gesture, turn on the music,"
The gunner thought thoughtfully: "You are afraid that they also have highly destructive firearms."
"Well, we have to be careful. If seventy or eighty people dare to come to Hellfire, they must have someone to rely on," Nineteen nodded heavily.
The gunner stroked the light machine gun and turned around and shouted: "Who is that? Go find the light switch in the front hall and wait for my order. If the opponent really has firearms, then we will retreat in the dark. We are familiar with the terrain, and it is easier to retreat in the dark."
"Yes," a younger brother ran away in a hurry.
The gunner and Nineteenth looked at each other, and after confirming that there was nothing to pay attention to, they picked up the light machine gun and stared at the entrance, waiting...
