"Ah, what a powerful gun!" The kid jumped up from the ground and ran towards the place where the gangsters were just ahead, waving the air and shouting in surprise.
"Where have those gangsters gone?" The child turned around and asked in confusion.
"Hmph," Bill said in a contemptuous accent, "it was all turned into dust by my photoelectric gun and dispersed without a trace."
"It's too profound and difficult to understand. I don't understand this kind of word." The child sniffed around for a while, then looked up at the sky, shaking his head and saying.
"First of all, stop talking about trivial matters and tell me where you are from. Does this valley have anything to do with you?" Wright asked urgently.
"Huh, whatever you ask me, I have to tell you what I am, who am I?" the child said with disdain, "unless you let me touch the gun in his hand." The child pointed with his finger.
Bill's gun said.
Wright winked, and Bill came to the child and handed over the gun.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the child stood up happily and touched the photoelectric gun twice. "What a gun. I have never seen this gun in my life." The child said while stroking the gun body. (To be continued)