Foreword:

[Men live by forgetfulness, women live by remembering]

[——Socrates]

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[Part1——The gift of bloodhound]

Jiang Xueming climbed off the ledge, took Jason's waiter and ran towards the checkpoint.

He lifted the ammunition box with one hand and the waiter girl with the other hand. He was marching very fast, and the long-distance running of five to six hundred meters with a heavy load did not consume much physical strength.

"Don't be stunned, girl, help me change the bullet."

The little waiter held Xueming under his arm, looking ignorant. When he heard Jiang Xueming's order, he immediately buried his head in loading bullets into the empty magazine.

When the three of them met, Wen Bucai was also sorting out equipment and cleaning the battlefield.

"Young man, there is still something wrong with the design of your magazine and barrel. Please help me improve it later."

Jiang Xueming ran to Wen Bucai and checked the specific conditions of the bomb nests. At a glance, he saw that three of the twelve bomb nests had thermal pressure failures.

When the .50 high-power pistol bullet is fired, it brings huge chamber pressure to the gun chamber. Titanium alloy can withstand this chamber pressure, but the nest hole will not deform along with the bullet case, and there are many bullet cases stuck in the bullet nest.

It can't be pushed out even with the ejection buckle.

Since then, Xueming has conducted test firings of these two M500 revolvers round after round. He did not expect that problems would still occur. All he can say is that Wen Bucai's skills in playing the revolver are too violent.

The gun has to withstand the high temperature and pressure of continuous firing, and its reliability must be ensured. To find a balance between the two, it requires a long period of fine-tuning.

Jiang Xueming took the three cartridge cases, took out a screwdriver and hammer from the carrying tool box, and hammered them for a long time, but could not remove the expanded and stuck cartridge cases from the cartridge cases.

I saw the phantom body beside Wen Bucai flashing frequently, a phantom-like soul appearing, and pointing his sword finger at the bomb nest.

The cartridge case was ejected from the hexagonal cartridge nest and finally returned to its original state.

Jiang Xueming looked along the direction in which the bullet casings were fired, and saw that the scavengers from the periphery were slowly surrounding him.

There was a strange emotion in their eyes - like longing and fear.

The little waiter said nervously: "Let's go! Let's go quickly! These scavengers want to join the Skull and Bones Society, and now everyone in Bok Pass is dead, no one can stop them!"

Wen Bucai quickly loaded the hand cannon and counted the ammunition in the weapon box - the hand cannon and dagger still had about one-third of the remaining bullets, and he didn't know if he could accompany them through this journey.

"What will happen if they break into Platform Zero?" Jiang Xueming asked.

The waiter shook his head: "I don't know!"

Jiang Xueming: "Then put them in! Find something to do for the ogres from the Skull and Bones Society and those flying dragons!"

The little waiter's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

Wen Bucai patted the young waiter on the shoulder: "I'll leave this matter to you."

The little waiter was depressed and nervous: "Me? Leave it to me? What should I do?"

Jiang Xueming finished packing his weapons, stepped onto the bloody Bokeguan Avenue, and walked towards the hotel.

"Use your acting skills! Little sister, didn't you act very well when you handed me pudding and candles?"

Wen Bucai followed immediately, picked up the weapon box, turned around and shouted with a playful smile.

"Think about your employer! He understands philosophy, and he has a philosopher's stone. The great philosopher Socrates once said that men live by forgetfulness, and women live by memory - you can't forget this casually, you have to do it beautifully.

Liang, act every detail well, the better you act here, the greater the chance your employer will survive!"

That moment——

——The little waiter hurriedly took out something from the accompanying package, her little head running at the speed of light.

She looked at the blind, stupid, and stumbling scavengers behind her. Most of these people had no inspiration and no hope of survival. They wanted to join the Skull and Bones Society—they were low-level scum that even cults looked down upon.

What can be done to get them to move?

The waiter took out a loudspeaker and shouted loudly, making a fierce and fierce expression.

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen, look here! All the guard dogs of the Skull and Bones Society are dead! No one is left! These bastards who stand in the way of a happy life will be killed by us with one shot!"

The little waiter grinned with a ghastly look.

"What are you waiting for? Cowards cannot be bad guys! Come with us quickly! We are going to Platform Zero and deeper! We are going to see the leader of the Skull and Bones Society! This opportunity may only come once in a lifetime!"

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Jiang Xueming covered her face: "I always feel that Jason's little waiter will be able to join the crew of "Black Robe" sooner or later."

Wen Bucai: "She has a wide range of acting options and looks sweet, that's true."

Jiang Xueming thought of Brother Seven again.

"Maybe my waiter can make a team debut with her."

Wen Bucai: "So I say, men live by being forgetful and think about happy things."

Jiang Xueming pointed out that the frequency of text messages received on the mobile phone is very high - 17 rescues in two seconds.

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A huge crowd poured in from outside the checkpoint, and the scavengers immediately asked the little waiter to wake them up.

——Yes, this moment is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to change your destiny!

——Do you want to continue wallowing in the quagmire of blood butterfly loan sharking? This is impossible!

These executioners with unknown origins killed all the watchdogs at the Bock checkpoint.

This is a great thing!

This means that there are more than 80 vacant positions in the Skull and Bones Society, more than 80 salaries waiting for people to collect, and more than 80 pieces of human flesh waiting for people to eat!

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The little waiter's expression became more and more ferocious. He put his hair into a side ponytail and covered his eyes with his face to make himself look more energetic. He took off his tie and waved it over his head. He climbed up the barbed wire fence of the checkpoint and stood at the checkpoint.

He shouted loudly from the observation post.

"Rush! Rush in! Don't stop! You have to scramble! Otherwise you won't even be able to drink the soup! Remember! There are more than 600 of you! Oh no - there are more than 700 people! The Skeleton Club can't afford it.

So many mouths!”

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Oops...she seems to be too into the drama." Wen Bucai frowned.

Jiang Xueming immediately entered a state of alert. He saw the densely packed chaotic crowd starting to fight and fight in the middle of the road. They also picked up the AK74 on the ground and started spraying bullets.

The two quickly climbed to the living area on the high ground of the checkpoint platform and hid in a toilet.

They looked around at the little waiter on the high platform in the distance.

Jiang Xueming asked worriedly: "Will she be okay?"

"She has a good figure..." Wen Bucai whistled frivolously: "No one should shoot at her. A scavenger is a scavenger, not a crazy butterfly patient infected with the disease. In a boxing match, have you seen any spectators who are interested in shooting at her?"

Kill the girl holding the sign?"

"That makes sense." Jiang Xueming said this, still very nervous. He gripped his main weapon tightly and took aim, fearing that some blind guy was about to fire at the little waiter.

Wen Bucai: "Are you worried? Do you care about this girl?"

Jiang Xueming: "I have a sister who... may be experiencing visual hallucinations due to conditioned reflex."

Wen Bucai: "I heard that you and Jason have a grudge? Is this waiter planning to help Jason deal with you?"

Jiang Xueming: "It's a trivial matter."

Wen Bucai: "Ah...it's pretty good. Your main weapon is pretty good, it looks familiar..."

Jiang Xueming: "It was a meeting gift given to me by Ms. Bloodhound. Last time I went to the special teahouse for a check-up, she said she wanted me a souvenir."

Wen Bucai then raised his gun and fired: "Tell me in detail."

A cloud of blood mist burst out from the crowd——

——The corpse fell into the crowd. It was a scavenger who wanted to climb up the ledge and pull the little waiter's trousers, like a lecher.

"Good fight." Jiang Xueming breathed a sigh of relief and saw that the chaotic flow of people immediately looked like a flock of sheep and saw a natural enemy. They separated a vacuum area on the little waiter's platform and marched towards the hotel without looking back.

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Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xueming relaxed, took off his shoulder-to-shoulder guard and drew out his gun - and began to show off the weapon in his hand.

"Ms. Bloodhound's favorite gun is an AK-12, with bullets, an effective range of 800 meters, and a rate of fire of 800 rounds per minute - a heritage of light weapons from the Soviet Union to Russia, manufactured by Kalavnikov's chief designer

The beast is put on a rein harness made by Zenint with Picatinny rails.”

The dark yellow warning headlights shine on the cold receiver of this murder weapon.
To be continued...