Chapter 2289: Go to hell, you weird liar bird

It was cold in the winter night in York City.
In the tent near the foot of the mountain, Kailan and I lay on a thick sheepskin blanket, covered with a light and comfortable deerskin quilt, and hugged each other to sleep, very warm and cozy.
In another tent more than ten meters away from us, there were several groans from time to time, which was the painful wailing that the severed limbs could not restrain.
It's really hard for Bai Jingyu, who is a lot of age and has to endure the torture of howling in another tent.
This night, some people had a very comfortable life, while others had a hard time.
Just after breakfast the next day, the transportation team hurriedly rushed in and opened the thick tarp, a large car, thousands of yellow-orange-orange revolver standard bullets, unfolded in front of us.
Under the bright sunshine, a particle bomb reflected a dazzling golden light, almost stabbing my eyes.
"Ah! What a dazzling brilliance!" I screamed loudly, covering my eyes.
"Hey hey hey! Is it that exaggeration!" Kailan beat me on the shoulder, disdainfully said.
Moved your hand, looked sideways, and cut, you didn't cover it with your hands, but you also closed your eyes, and they were so close that they were all wrinkled into buns.
After the handover was completed, the transportation team hurried back.
Watching them leave, Kailan excitedly grabbed a handful of bullets and stuffed them into the barrel of the gun.
I have to give a compliment here, regardless of the blacksmiths in York City are humans, but in terms of craftsmanship, they are no less inferior to goblins and elves.
The bullets were not too big or small. They happened to be stuffed into the barrel. Kailan nodded with satisfaction: "These bullets are definitely not made by ordinary blacksmiths!"
"Why see?"
She took one of them in front of my eyes and said seriously: "Take off the guard and touch it."
According to her instructions, I took off my right handguard and felt the cold and hard shell of the bullet with my skin.
After experiencing it for a while, I exclaimed: "It's slippery."
"Huh huh, where to touch!" Kailan groaned with flushed cheeks.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll just say, how can the bullet be soft and warm" I said, reluctantly removing my hand from Kailan's small hand, and stroking the bullet shell again.
This time, I found a clue.
"On the shell of these bullets..."
"There are unobvious hot characters, right" Kailand said: "This is not the practice of ordinary blacksmiths, but the habit of forging masters. They will hot stamp their own marks or words on the works they are satisfied with. ."
"Hey, Your Majesty really bothered."
"Isn't it?" Kailan said melancholy: "This is the first time I have seen a master blacksmith build a left wheel bomb."
"Okay, it doesn't matter if it is produced by a master, these are all yours. Use them well, even if you use them, you can get them if you don't have enough. As long as you can open the door, everything is worth it."
Kailan blanked my eyes and muttered a ‘idiot of incomprehensible style’ and walked towards the east with a revolver in his hand.
I scratched my head, wondering where I couldn't understand the amorous feelings, but I couldn't think of a reason after thinking about it, so I stopped thinking about it, and quickly followed.
There were plenty of bullets, and Kailan's performances naturally did what he wanted.
The bullet was used like a squirt gun, and after a while, hundreds of bullets were shot out.
Looking at the yellow-orange-orange shells all over the floor, and then at the metal shells that were ravaged by hundreds of bullets to the pits, I suddenly had an illusion, an illusion of watching a blockbuster Hollywood shootout.
Kailan's movements continued, and the crackling gunfire continued.
At this moment, she had inserted the revolver that she usually used in her daily life back to her waist and replaced it with another beautiful revolver that she had always treasured.
As the bullets were fired, the muzzle of the revolver burst out with gorgeous brilliance.
After dozens of bullets were fired, Kailan stopped and kept spinning the beautiful revolver.
After looking at the ammunition cart, only a quarter of it was used, and the ammunition was still sufficient.
I took out my handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead and temples: "Are you tired?"
"Tired is not tired, but the gun is not good." She lifted the muzzle and said to me: "Look, the barrel is hot enough to deform. If you shoot dozens more shots, you will definitely be finished."
Glancing at the muzzle of the black hole, my scalp tightened, and I hurriedly pulled the muzzle away: "It's okay to take a break, don't open the base gate, the cherished weapon will be used first, it will not pay for it."
"Huh, if you can open the door, what about using this gun?"
"I'm afraid it won't open."
"You are too unconfident!" Kailan smashed my head with the of the rifle: "As a man of mine, we must always maintain confidence and never be discouraged!"
"Make more money, right?"
"You know how to do it~" Kailan blanked my eyes charmingly.
Bai Jingyu walked quickly from the other side of the mountain bag. He looked solemn and said, "My lord, someone is looking for you."
On the south side of the mountain bag, two men in black casual clothes stood upright beside the tent, like two black pillars.
Seeing their ordinary dress and ordinary appearance, but restrained in a vicious and murderous atmosphere, I immediately guessed the identity of the two, but still calmly said, "What do you think the two are looking for me?"
The two bowed to salute, and respectfully said: "I will wait for my teacher's order to come and assist the master."
Sure enough, these two people are the disciples of Boss Rennes, the interrogator who came to assist me in the torture.
He shifted his gaze and landed on the ears of the two of them, and found that their auricles were slightly thicker, probably using some secret technique to fold the ears.
"What else did your teacher say?"
"Except for the task, the teacher never said much," the two said in unison.
"Then what is the task assigned by your teacher?"
"Totally take orders from the master."
The two said in unison again.
"Very good" I said: "Bring things."
Without thinking, one of them stretched out his arms, took out a folded white paper, and offered it with both hands.
Unfolding the white paper, there are a few large characters written on it, which is the handwriting of Simmons Locke.
Undoubtedly, these two people are really disciples of boss Rennes.
"Thanks to both of you." I reached out and pointed at the adventurer and the grandson of the village chief, and said, "Drag them back."
The two bowed and moved quickly.
As the interrogator left, only me, Kailan, Bai Jingyu and the village chief were left here.
The village chief is not dead yet, but he is just lingering.
I ask Bai Jingyu to take good care of him, at least until I finish the task, he had better not die.
I want him to witness with his own eyes that the metal mountain bag is not a cursed place, it is the crystallization of ancient technology, and it is a wealth that cannot be sought.
After a short break, Kailan continued to get busy. In the past half an hour, more than two thousand bullets have been used, but the metal mountain bag still has no response.
But something sad happened. The barrel of the revolver that Kailan cherished was deformed due to overheating.
The angry Kailan threw the revolver fiercely and hit the metal mountain bag with a dull noise.
In the next second, she quickly filled the revolver with bullets, aimed at the mechanical bird flying in the air, and said bitterly: "Go to hell, you liar weird bird!"
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