"What are you doing? What are you doing running away?" Brother Jingfeng asked in confusion.
Xiao Chen had already stood up, walked slowly to Brother Jingfeng, and asked, "What did you just say?"
Xiao Chen is 1.6 meters tall and Brother Jingfeng is about 1.75 meters tall. Brother Jingfeng looked down at Xiao Chen and said, "Kid, please go back. The uncles are talking about business."
"Try it again." Xiao Chen took out a pistol from his bag and pressed it against Brother Jingfeng's forehead.
"You want to shoot? It's very awkward to hold a toy gun?" Brother Jingfeng moved the muzzle of the gun from his forehead to his temple and said, "Don't hit the forehead, hit here, if you shoot it down, will my head explode?" Haha, kid, you are really too naive."
As he said this, Brother Jingfeng shook his head with a smile, looked at me, pointed at Xiao Chen and said, "Where can I find such a cute kid? It's so funny."
"Bang"
A gunshot echoed in the room.
Xiao Chen's pistol was still smoking, and the bullet almost grazed Brother Jingfeng's ear and hit the wall behind him.
"Grandpa, grandpa, please spare my life." Brother Jingfeng plopped down on the ground, his forehead covered with cold sweat.
I don't despise Brother Jingfeng at all. If an ordinary person has the so-called "backbone", and then pretends to be cool, Xiao Chen will be shot and he will die without knowing why.
On the contrary, what Brother Jingfeng did was extremely correct. If it were me, let alone grandpa, I would call him ancestor.
This has nothing to do with the so-called integrity. Life is at stake. Who cares about the so-called integrity at this time?
"Be good." Xiao Chen put away the gun, walked back to the balcony, and continued to clean the gun.
"Brother Jingfeng, you can get up." I saw that Brother Jingfeng was still kneeling on the ground, so I reminded him kindly.
Brother Jingfeng glared at me and cursed: "Get out, my legs are so scared that I can't get up."
I quickly went up to help Brother Jingfeng, and Brother Jingfeng asked in a low voice: "Where can I find such a ruthless person? Damn it, it's unreasonable to shoot just when you say it."
Dakui asked from the side: "Didn't you ask him to shoot?"
"Shut up." Brother Jingfeng glared at Dakui.
It seemed that what Dakui said was indeed correct. It was indeed Brother Jingfeng who asked him to shoot.
As a result, others were scared to death as soon as they fired.
"He is a special soldier. From now on, just call him brother. Don't mention those words before." I patted Brother Jingfeng on the shoulder.
Brother Jingfeng nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice. I guess the shot just now really scared him.
I helped Brother Jingfeng sit on the sofa, while Dakui found some rice and went to the kitchen to make porridge for us.
"I'm not bragging. What was just a small scene was called a small scene. I just gave that little brother some face. After all, it was our first meeting, right." Brother Jingfeng said: "I can fight ten special forces soldiers like him. indivual."
"Stop blowing." I coughed and said, "He will come to deal with you later."
"Who is afraid of him?" Brother Jingfeng shouted.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen came over and asked, "Want to try? I'll give you a gun."
"He is a master of guns. Just a few hundred meters away, he killed a man with one shot." I whispered in Brother Jingfeng's ear.
"No, why are we playing with guns? Let's compete with each other." Brother Jingfeng said confidently.
"Think more about it, he is from the special forces." I coughed and said in a low voice.
Brother Jingfeng obviously had a hesitant look on his face. He was probably thinking about how he was better than Xiao Chen. Suddenly, Brother Jingfeng slapped the table and stood up and said: "It's too outdated to fight or something like that. Otherwise, if we compete in drawing and writing, it would be really difficult for us to compete with each other." If you can't play chess, you can do it. I'm very good at chess."
"I only know how to kill people." When Xiao Chen heard Brother Jingfeng say this, he turned around and left with a disappointed look on his face, returning to the balcony.
Brother Jingfeng looked at Xiao Chen's back and said angrily: "'I only know how to kill people, I sound like I'm so powerful."
Brother Jingfeng is now like a resentful little widow.
"It's time to eat." Dakui came out with porridge, and then we got together.
We spent the next two days in Dakui's house. I found that Brenda Rinpoche had the foresight to hire a special soldier like Xiao Chen as a bodyguard.
In these two days, we encountered five attacks.
Four times, a large number of people rushed in with machetes. Xiao Chen took two guns and fired a few times, and the group of people ran away.
Another time, it was still a sniper. It was about four o'clock in the morning, and I was sleeping soundly, when suddenly there was a gunshot.
We ran out to take a look, and Xiao Chen pointed to the building opposite and said that a person was missing.
Damn, I was shocked at that time. This guy Xiao Chen said he saw a figure moving across the street and fired a shot. I thought, what if he came out to hang clothes, so Xiao Chen collapsed, Not worth it.
Later, when the police went to see him, they found out that he was indeed a monk. He had been shot in the forehead and had a sniper rifle in his hand when he died.
If Xiao Chen hadn't come to protect us from the attacks in the past two days, we might not have been able to withstand them. After all, whether it was those who wanted to rush in with machetes or those who were practicing sniper attacks, we wouldn't have been able to withstand them at all.
There were so many attacks, but there were no ghosts.
Brenda Rinpoche’s guess was really accurate.
At noon on the third day, I, Brother Jingfeng, and Da Kui were watching TV in the house. Xiao Chen seemed to have no other activities except cleaning guns on the balcony every day.
My cell phone rang suddenly, and when I saw it, it was Liu Boqing calling.
I picked up the phone and asked: "Hey, Mr. Director, have you figured out the whereabouts of the Broken Army Sword?"
"Yes." Liu Boqing said in a deep voice, "I have roughly calculated that the location is in the Potala Palace."
"What a fool." I couldn't help but curse.
"What's wrong?" Liu Boqing heard my cry and immediately asked: "Is there a problem?"
"Don't you know the recent situation in Tibet?" I couldn't help but ask.
Liu Boqing said: "There have been a lot of things lately and I don't have time to take care of things in Tibet. Our Monster Hunting Bureau still has some contact with the Dalai Lama. I asked him to give you a pass. You can go and look inside."
"No, Mr. Director, if I enter the Potala Palace, I am seeking death." I told Liu Boqing on the phone what had happened in the past few days with a wry smile.
When Liu Boqing heard what I said, he thought for a moment and said, "You mean, the Panchen Lama and the Dalai Lama have completely fallen out?"
"That's pretty much what it means. I'm helping Pan Chan now. I can't just switch sides just for a broken sword."
"I never said that I want you to switch sides, but this matter is indeed very difficult to handle. I have calculated that within three days at most, the Broken Army Sword will appear in the Potala Palace. Less than a day after the news spreads, various People from all over the world will rush to Tibet, and the difficulty of breaking the sword will increase countless times."