Uncle Tudou finally rubbed off the old mud that had accumulated over the years of singleness with his strength. He washed all his clothes and pants, and then poured out the suspended solution that had turned into mud and water in the basin. Only then did he remember that he did not bring any replacement clothes.

It’s really hard to blame Uncle Tudou. He lives alone in such a place where even a female ghost cannot see. He usually only has big guns. If it weren’t for being too cold and it would easily hurt his skin, he wouldn’t wear clothes. In fact, he just wears clothes to keep warm.

In this case, it is really difficult to develop the habit of bringing more clothes when taking a bath.

Uncle Tudou thought for a while and felt that it was too stupid to stand by the river and call Cheng Bin to deliver clothes to him, so he picked up the pants he had just washed and put them on again, walked back to the wooden house with barefoot standing on his stomach, intending to find a set of clothes to change.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked into the wooden house, he saw Rebecca running over with his eyes shining and shouting, "Uncle, you are just back."

Seeing Rebecca running over, Uncle Potato was startled and thought she wanted to hug her, knowing that she was not wearing clothes now, and with his waistline, Rebecca might not be able to hug her.

Of course, the fact is that he was thinking too much. When Rebecca ran over, he picked up the shotgun on the table, ran to Uncle Potato and handed him the gun.

"Pull it at me," Rebecca said.

"What?" Uncle Potato said in confusion: "What are you going to do?"

Rebecca thought for a while, reached out to take the shotgun back, pointed the muzzle at Uncle Potato and made a one-handed move to hold the gun. After Uncle Potato saw that the muzzle was aimed at him, he subconsciously raised his hand, but finally he held it back.

Fortunately, Rebecca did not keep this move. After comparing, she handed the gun to Uncle Potato again, "That's it, aim it at me."

Uncle Tudou looked at Cheng Bin, who was sitting at the table in confusion, thinking to himself that you two are playing gunfighting games? Isn’t it appropriate to call me?

He reached out to take the shotgun, but did not do as Rebecca said. Instead, he opened the bullet bay and looked at it. After confirming that there was no bullet inside, he held the gun in his hand, took a step back and pointed the gun at Rebecca.

"Is that true?" he said.

Rebecca looked at it very seriously and said, "Low."

Uncle Tudou didn't understand what she wanted to do, and thought she was letting her muzzle droop a little, so he did as he did.

He was about the same height as Cheng Bin, and was one head taller than Rebecca. When he was flat-end, the muzzle was aimed at Rebecca's head. Now Rebecca asked him to lower the muzzle, that was her chest.

Uncle Tudou is very conscious of an elder, and thinks that doing this is too vulgar, so he simply lowered his gun a little more.

The result was that this gentlemanly action made Rebecca suffer. She originally wanted to surprise Uncle Potato and let Uncle Potato lower her a little, but because he raised the gun too high, she was a little out of reach.

So before Uncle Potato stopped his movements, Rebecca had already taken action.

Because Uncle Potato took a step back after receiving the gun, she had to step forward, with her hands and forearms up, and planned to clamp the front and middle ends of the shotgun one after another.

This is the gun grab action that Cheng Bin just taught her. It mainly uses the principle of leverage and uses the upper arms of both hands as fulcrums and stress points.

Under normal circumstances, this action can be used to deal with guns with both hands. Considering Rebecca's strength, he specifically specified that he could only deal with guns with one hand. In addition, this action cannot be used to grab a pistol, and people who use a spear usually do not use the one-handed gun. It can be said that the action that Rebecca learned is basically useless.

But obviously Rebecca had not considered the practicality of the action itself. After learning it, she had a lot of fun. She soon felt that it was no longer interesting to deal with Cheng Bin, a person who would actively cooperate. When she found that Uncle Potato came back, she wanted to try his skills with him.

Rebecca's idea was very good, but unfortunately Uncle Potato couldn't guess what she wanted to do in advance, so out of kindness, the gun body of the shotgun became very tilted. In this way, Rebecca's action of grabbing the gun with both arms became quite awkward. In addition, he didn't grasp the distance. Although the gun in Uncle Potato's hand was knocked away, she failed to catch it. After the shotgun flew out of Uncle Potato's hand, the handle of the gun drew a beautiful arc in the air and hit Rebecca's head.

Rebecca screamed, stretched his hands to cover his head, and the shotgun that had lost control fell to the ground, and then pounded on Rebecca's feet.

Rebecca's screams had not disappeared yet. Cheng Bin, who was watching the whole time, could not stand up straight. When Rebecca gave the gun to Uncle Potato, he had already guessed that the result would not be very good, but he didn't expect that the coffee table would reach this level.

"Okay, OK." Uncle Potato was very considerate. When Rebecca made the gun grab, he realized what she wanted to do, so he cooperated to let go of his hand. Otherwise, he would be as distorted as Rebecca could make steamed buns into pies. If he wanted to take the gun from him, he would probably have to transform it first.

He first squatted down and picked up the shotgun that fell to the ground, then looked closer to Rebecca's forehead hit by the gun handle, and smiled and said, "It's okay, it won't hurt soon."

Rebecca had tears in her eyes and glared at some unscrupulous young man who was trembling with a smile beside her, then said to Uncle Potato: "What he taught was not useful at all."

Uncle Potato shook his head, held the shotgun in his hand again, and signaled Rebecca to do it again.

This time, Rebecca successfully seized the gun successfully, but the action of receiving the gun was dry. Although he held the handle of the gun, he did not pull the index finger on the trigger, nor did he set a distance. Uncle Potato felt that before Rebecca was ready to shoot, he could take the gun back three times, but of course, he didn't move at all.

"Look at it." Cheng Bin finally held back his smile and rubbed his face and said, "I taught it right, it's because you used it too badly."

"Do I have to get the other party's consent before I take the gun?" Rebecca said aggrievedly. She was not stupid, of course she knew the second time was because Uncle Potato intended to cooperate.

Uncle Tudou smiled, looked up and said to Cheng Bin, "How long have you practiced this movement?"

Of course, Cheng Bin knew what he meant and relaxed the answer ten times without hesitation.

"It's about half a year." He said, "Of course I won't just practice this every day."

This is not a complete lie. As he said, he could not only practice one movement every day, and in fact, before learning this movement, he had received a considerable period of military training. Both the strength and the accuracy of the movement were far beyond what Rebecca could compare to now.

Uncle Potato looked at him with a smile and said to Rebecca: "Look, have you just learned this for an hour?"

He said: "Of course there are geniuses in this world, but no genius has ever been able to win the Nobel Prize by taking drugs and picking up girls."
Chapter completed!