I don’t know if it was because everyone I sat by the noodle stall table all night and they were talking in Chinese, and they were all the local accents of the southwest region. Seeing that everyone was familiar with the night outfits of Bai Haonan, it made him feel like he was back in the night scenery of Jiangzhou that he was familiar with. He had been wandering outside for more than a year and was unconsciously relaxed. The fatigue of driving for three or four hours in the middle of the night came like a tide after a night. When he closed his eyes, he fell asleep almost immediately!

In fact, the most energy-consuming thing is probably to leave Awei and resist the temptation that is put in front of you again.

Bai Haonan couldn't even imagine why he refused such a big pie that fell from the world. Didn't he always hope to live a free and easy life of drunkenness? Isn't it the same for men and women to turn off the lights... Well, I remember that Yu Jiali was rejected by him for no reason. God knew what he was insisting on doing?

Bai Haonan in the dream felt in chaos, but in the chaos, there seemed to be another beam of light calling himself, and he could catch it immediately, immediately!

Of course, when you open your eyes, all this disappeared in the strong light. It seemed that there were only some fragments in your mind that was good at remembering. It disappeared in a few seconds, and you even forgot all your dreams.

If you weren't woken up by Ada, there would be no danger, but the streets that looked strange and deserted in front of you were suddenly becoming bustling with traffic!

Bai Haonan vaguely felt that the chaos in his sleep was infected by this noisy atmosphere, and he seemed to have suddenly been thrown into chaos from an extremely quiet space!

Right, it was chaotic. Under the bright tropical sunshine, the two cars on the street were quarreling, and there were no one who could quarrel on the fronts of the two cars on both sides. There were people watching the fun. There were ragged vendors squatting on the side of the road, holding all kinds of things in banana leaves, and then they looked at it. There were soldiers wearing one-piece green military uniforms and small round military caps everywhere, but they were all careless. Most of the rifles on their bodies were hanging randomly, most of them were like crutches or handrails. In short, they were not weapons for murder. The dark-skinned locals who were squatting on the side of the road were mostly dressed up with swords and guns at their feet!

If it is common to see how everyone has a knife in Isa's hometown, it has been upgraded to a gun. Although the guns at the hands of locals are even more messy, from rusty submachine guns to old-fashioned rifles, it is obvious that this place seems to be a completely different world from the places I have experienced.

This was Bai Haonan pulling off the dry tissue on his face. At the first impression, he subconsciously looked back at Ada beside him. The dog was lying there with interest and watching the fun. The noodle stall was still in a mess. Several locals had already squatted on the steps in front of the store. Bai Haonan shook his head vigorously and stood up a little dizzy. He went to the store to wash his face. When he crossed those locals, the eyes of others looking at him were full of provocative arrogance.

He kept going to the counter and scooped cold water and threw it on his face. Bai Haonan was still recalling this expression. In Jiangzhou, in China, even in a messy nightclub, there were only ignorant young men. Yes, it seemed that the little hooligan who came to stab the thigh with a knife in a nightclub because of a disagreement. It seemed that there were such expressions everywhere here, without rules and restrictions. Everyone had a gun at his hand, and anyone could attack others. What kind of place is this? Is there no policeman or a judge?

So Bai Haonan subconsciously touched the two pistols on his waist, and took out the two pistol magazines in his trouser pocket to take a look. At this moment, the fat old man came down from the small ladder expressionlessly and caught a glimpse of this small action: "The big rivers and rivers are all drowned, so don't take out your three-legged cat and look at it!"

Bai Haonan was still not angry, and he laughed and put his pocket in his pocket. When the fat old man saw the messy anger in the store, two crisp gunshots suddenly came from outside. Bai Haonan took the opportunity to rush out of the counter and went to the door to tiptoe and look away as far as possible: "Damn it, isn't it just a traffic jam...Damn it, just a car block...Damn, just ask me to move the car?" After that, he was about to jump off the threshold.

That's right, the "Hummer" modified by the pickup truck not only learned the shell style, but also widened the body as the original version. When Bai Haonan stopped last night, he felt that the street was empty everywhere, and he took up a lot of space. Now it made it impossible for the already narrow two-lane to interlaced cars. The two cars were just insulted there. If anyone gave it first, there would be nothing. But if they confronted each other for a while, the back was filled with cars, and the street was naturally blocked. Now someone held a pistol and was shooting in the sky.

Bai Haonan, who reflects on his own problem, still wanted to solve the problem. He reached out to him with a chubby hand and grabbed his arm: "Do you want everyone to stare at you?"

Bai Haonan followed the normal social thinking model: "What's that..." He broke free with a little force and stepped over the shoulders of the locals, and then squeezed backwards towards the crowd over there. Ada shook his almost-less tail root and followed. It was more convenient for him to walk through people's feet on the ground.

The fat old man thrust a few times without any obstruction, but he muttered with a cursed expression: "Youngsheng, I will be forced to live soon... Asheng! Is he dead?" Under the roar, the old man in the flower shirt rolled and crawled down the small ladder and quickly cleaned up the store. They didn't care about the matter on the street.

In fact, after the gunshot, the onlookers were just a little back and squeezed back tightly, which was to make some room for the people who had a dispute. They didn't think it would be too dangerous if both parties fired the guns, so it was quite difficult for Bai Haonan to squeeze over and declare: "My car! Don't make trouble... don't make trouble!"

This time it was really a bit like forcing the lead. The people on the three layers inside and three layers inside were squeezing and giving in. Bai Haonan seemed to not think how dangerous it was to pay attention to it. He took out the key and signaled to the people around him who had disputes: "Sorry, sorry, my car is not parked, I can just move it..."

Only by entering the dispute circle can you see that the three or four men standing in front of a small flat-headed truck and a broken Japanese sedan were tense. Their faces and thick necks were either holding pistols or rifles. When they turned to look at Bai Haonan, they were all angry with bulls breathing in their big nostrils, and their eyes were about to be fierce!

Bai Haonan, who used to be a little weak in his pistol, has been practicing in the past two months. He may only be angry in front of the major general, and smiled and hung the key ring on his fingers and circled it: "No need! No need, buddy, let all let go of your anger, take a step back and the sky is wide open..."

It was like a clear stream flowing into the scene of the primitive and arrogant conflict, and both sides involuntarily turned around to face him!

Damn it's not a question of whether to give up the car or not, it's dignity! Yes... I may find that my confrontation is a bit inexplicable, but the already burning fire must have a place to go. Everyone is angry at the newcomer!

Perhaps as Nachai said, as the most powerful vehicle of the Legion Army around this level, no one cares or windows, no one dares to say anything. Both sides automatically filtered the car, but Bai Haonan, who spoke Chinese in a sloppy Chinese language, reduced the deterrence of the Legion Army by more than half. Just as the fat old man said, Bai Haonan, with a strange face, immediately became the target of public criticism. He was quarreling with his neck like a cockfight. At this moment, he was so angry that he spread his anger on the head of this Chinese man who didn't look like a Legion Army!

In two or three months, Bai Haonan's monk's head had grown into a round head, and his beard and eyebrows had grown. He just lived with Awei and hung his beard clean every day. Otherwise, the man who would act coquettishly would have to shave himself, so Bai Haonan, who could not stand the coquettish taste, tried to clean himself up and not to be seductive with the vicissitudes of manly slap. So now, except for this gray-green T-shirt from the army, there is no other way around. Only those who have been soldiers have that kind of military flavor. Even the gangster soldiers may be easily identified here. This is not a soldier...

These angry people may not be afraid of him. They are not as tall as Bai Haonan, but they are staring at each other with gritted teeth, as if they finally realized that it was Bai Haonan who parked randomly and caused them to have a strong liver fire in the early morning.

From this look, Bai Haonan felt that it felt as if facing a group of unreasonable wild dogs, it was difficult to understand the primitive instinct like a beast. He had no idea of ​​controlling his emotions at all. He stopped when he reached out to open the car door and spread his hands against the car door: "Friend, don't it..."

As a result, three men wearing greasy T-shirts, shirts, or tilted suits, and a thick woman were slowly raising their things in their hands. Bai Haonan saw a flat-headed machete, two pistols, and a rifle. He felt really terrified. Without saying a word, he threw the key ring on his finger back into the seat, and took the opportunity to pull out a pistol from his back: "Enough! Don't be shameless, everyone has to take a gun!" After saying that, he felt unsafe, and pulled out the pistol given by Nakay from his back, and his left and right hands were facing the person in front of him at the same time!

I immediately felt like I felt at ease in the world!

It should be said that Bai Haonan's formally trained gun drawing technique is quite fast. At least the moment his gun was facing forward, the few people who were raising the gun were stunned. The crowd of people facing the gun immediately spread out like a tide to avoid being hit by bullets. However, it is really difficult to lock four or five people in a single shot. It is hard to say that anyone who raised his hand and fired. Among them, an AK rifle could still instantly drive Bai Haonan into a hornet's nest. He had experienced the storm bullets in the underground shooting range more than once, but as he pulled out the second pistol and increased the coverage, the crowded scene around him actually made a loud amazement at the same time!

Bai Haonan, who was still a little nervous in his heart, actually flashed the steps that the instructor said in the mind. He glanced at the gap in the gun chamber to confirm whether the bullet was loaded and could be fired at any time. He pushed the hammer away with his thumb, and then noticed that the 1911 pistol in his left hand was so unique!

Unlike the surface of ordinary pistols, the gun is dark yellow. A few parts are black. They are matched with white pistol handles. They look exquisite and exquisite. They look much taller, richer and more handsome than the pistol that is almost exactly the same with the right hand. From Nachai to Bai Haonan's back, he thought it was the same, so he was too lazy to pull it out and look at it. Now he was a little surprised. However, the good overall view of the football player made him focus on his eyes and feel the subtle differences in his palms. Finally, he realized that the Warrior pistol Nachai mentioned was indeed a very rare fine product.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the Warrior pistol. Even the few people in front of Bai Haonan ignored the other gun and were still aiming at them. They looked at each other and immediately faded away the anger and fierceness in their eyes. They carefully placed the gun in their hands on the hood or the ground, and opened their hands to release their goodwill.

Bai Haonan could only guess what the gun and Nachai had. He was very happy, but he resisted his showing off: "Kick the gun away, I move the car away, and walk halfway up the road, don't just play with me at any time!" At this time, you can feel that the grip in your left hand seemed to be more comfortable, and I don't know if it was a psychological factor.

Hearing this, the people moved the gun away, and never dared to point the gun at Bai Haonan during the process, as if they were afraid of angering him and causing him to have sex.

Bai Haonan almost grinned, and was about to put two guns into one hand to drive with one hand, but a figure came out next to him: "Brother, who is the talented man? I have never seen you before..."

This kind of accent with a little nasal sound is actually a bit similar to Isa's dialect and local accent!

She is indeed a woman, a young woman in her thirties, with a pretty fair face and most of the locals' dark skin. The bun carefully wrapped around her head and the round and round blue jeans all set off a mature look. The cleanliness of the white T-shirt with a crisp collar is unprecedented this morning. But in addition to this amazing look, the most eye-catching thing is the courage to calm down and meet the scene of a gun attack.

Only those who have faced the gun know what kind of palpitations this is. Even though he was sure that Awei was not a bad guy who killed innocent people, when he was holding the gun, Bai Haonan was still so scared that he raised his hand and stood up like a good little rabbit and did not dare to move. Of course, he didn't know how to play with a gun at all at that time.

Now the young woman dared to walk up with a graceful smile, without any feeling of support. Either she was familiar with playing with guns, or she had to be absolutely sure of the control of the scene. Bai Haonan's idea was that this professional player was strolling in the wild court, so he also took the opportunity to put the gun at the ground, pressed the hammer and pulled the trigger, skillfully released the fire and returned to safety. Awei and the instructor said that this action should be done with light lifting, so that he seemed to be a master of gun playing. Then he let go of the two guns and hung the grip on his index finger and swayed it, which was very relaxing.
Chapter completed!