Restart Red Moon, from arms dealer to imperial command

Chapter 2 She shoots herself with a revolver

"Come here, little fries!"

In the camp tent, Fatty Liu brought a bowl of egg drop soup and greeted warmly: "I have drawn three tubes of blood, so I must eat more!"

"..." Bai Shu took the bowl from Dahai, and after a few seconds of silence, he smiled, "Thank you Brother Liu."

"You're welcome, eat more meat to supplement."

Fatty Liu looked at Baizhu who had changed into combat uniform and had his sleeves rolled up two or three times. Then he looked at his large and full cuffs. He felt more and more that this child was thin and well-behaved. He lovingly took out pork breasts and stuffed them with her.

"You are a lucky kid. Except for the burns from the alien abdominal temperature, there is not even a slight contamination! - But little French fries, there are no villages or orphanages nearby. Where did you come from?"

"I don't remember, I only know that my fleeing parents left me and ran away."

Seeing that the pockets were stuffed with snacks, the corners of Bai Zhu's eyes twitched, his face remained unchanged and he casually said:

"I would have died if it wasn't for you, you are a great hero."

"Hey, you should talk nonsense about the truth," Fatty Liu scratched his head embarrassingly, "I didn't expect to encounter aliens even if I shit. Ape dung, Brother Liu will cover you from now on!"

"..."

Bai Shu smiled obediently, and looked at the convoy through the mist of the egg drop soup.

Five off-road vehicles, 17 people in total.

The team members were either eating or arranging their equipment, calmly and casually, and some even smoked and chatted.

When pollution hits, human beings take it seriously, but after five years, human beings think they are well adapted to the disaster and can even "coexist", and their sense of crisis is reduced, so that they are unable to cope with the changes later, resulting in heavy casualties.

"Brother Liu," Bai Shu asked aloud as he didn't know much about the early policy, "Are you soldiers?"

"No, we are hunters."

Fatty Liu took out his pistol and wiped it:
"After the pollution of the red moon, all the people are soldiers. All trained adults can receive firearms and go outside the city to hunt and kill aliens, and then sell them to the prevention and control center to make money. It is a high-risk and high-paying job."

That's it... Bai Zhu nodded.

The situation in the early stage was really good. In the middle and late stages of the Red Moon, the arms were tense.

"This gun is called 'Desert Eagle'." Noticing Bai Shu was staring at the gun, Fatty Liu laughed. "I got it from an old mercenary at a high price. It knocks down an elephant within 200 meters. Do you want to touch it?" ?”

The Desert Eagle has strong lethality and high accuracy, but it weighs four catties and has a large recoil, so it will not be adopted by the army. Baishu just simply scanned the blueprints, and there was no production at all in the later stage of Hongyue.

Something new.

"think……"

"Cough cough!"

The conversation was interrupted, Bai Shu stopped talking, and saw a woman wearing rimless glasses stopped at the door of the tent, showing dissatisfaction.

——It was the female doctor who drew blood from my three major tubes. The needles were as ruthless as butchering a pig.

With lingering fear in his heart, Bai Shu touched the needle hole in his arm with his hand.

"Fatty Liu, don't let the children touch the gun."

"Oh, sister Yun, the child is just curious," Fatty Liu withdrew his hand angrily, "What a big deal."

"That won't work either," she said before leaving, "Go to the meeting in five minutes."

"understood."

Fatty Liu responded, turned his head and explained to Bai Shu: "We're going to hunt the 'Emperor Bug' after dark, and we'll have a meeting to discuss plans later."

"Emperor worm?"

"Yes, it's a newly discovered alien. It hides at night and comes out at night. It used to appear on the southwest side of the forest on the east bank. It's now at the peak of the bounty period. When there are more people hunted, it will be worthless."

Fatty Liu paused while wiping the gun, and confusion flashed across his face:

"Aliens are attracted to flesh and blood, but as long as there is only one person and they don't run around, nothing will happen. Just stay in the camp and sleep directly under the quilt. We will come back when you wake up, okay?"

"Okay."

She looks incapable of fighting, and there is nothing wrong with staying.

Bai Shu thought about it for a while, and glanced at the gun again, "But I can't sleep alone, and I don't feel safe."

"Ah?" Fatty Liu tried hard to recognize Bai Shu's hopeful eyes, and said hesitantly, "Then I'll find you a Barbie doll to hold you?"

"..." Bai Zhu smiled, "I mean, give me a gun to defend myself."

"It's simple. I have gun parts and an old mobile phone - don't tell Sister Yun, she will scold me if she knows."

Fatty Liu pulled out the mahogany box under the army bed and rummaged through it. Bai Shu came closer and saw a military compound bow with sharp eyes.

"Here, I'll give you the phone, it's connected to the Internet," Fatty Liu turned on the phone, "The password is [pyszt]."

Bai Shu habitually flipped through the material models, and asked casually, "What's the rule?"

"The initials of 'Fat Master is so handsome'."

Bai Shu: "..."

Fatty Liu laughed out loud, and took out the bag parts from the cabinet and poured them out. They clattered all over the floor. Baizhu bent down and picked up the only bullet among the parts, and checked the model number and factory logo.

Hiss, Red Moon has been out of print for 20 years, and the factory is expected to be blown to pieces this year.

"These are the parts of a revolver, and here are the blueprints. You can explore it yourself...but can you shoot?"

Baizhu sat on the floor and said happily: "No, I just want it."

"..." Fatty Liu choked, "Okay, but you can't bear the recoil of such a small arm, so eat more."

He put the parts together, "I'll make a sample for you."

After all, start the mobile phone timing, the fat fingers flexibly move the parts, and quickly assemble to stop the timing——

Ten seconds exactly.

"Is it powerful? Fatty, I'm a professional." Fatty Liu turned the pistol, "This gun has no safety, the recoil is small, and the gun can be fired quickly without pulling the slide to load it. Don't press the bullet."

"Understood, how do I dismantle this again?"

"It's not breaking there, I'll teach you." Fatty Liu helped dismantle it, and suddenly heard someone calling outside the tent, and hurriedly got up and went out, "Play by yourself first, I'll go to a meeting—don't lose the parts."

"Okay."

After watching Fatty Liu leave, Baizhu, who just now "didn't know how", lowered his head and skillfully turned the pistol to install the parts.

Raise your hand and press the timer.

The gun is lightly disassembled and reassembled. The sleeve, barrel, hammer support, hammer spring rod, hammer spring, trigger link pin, recoil spring... the parts come alive between the fingers, and finally "snap" to turn Wheel closed.

The timer stops—

It takes a total of nine seconds to disassemble and assemble.

"Slowly, the impact of physical changes is not small."

Bai Shu muttered softly, and when he raised his head to aim, he met a short mirror——

The light on the tent was on, but it was still dark behind him. People seemed to be vaguely covered by fog, and the soft light was shining on the face in the mirror:
Clean, green, without hideous scars, baby blue eyes soft and clear.

... I actually have such a time when there is no pollution or threat.

Bai Shu was stunned, his brows seemed to tighten for a moment, and it was fleeting, like an illusion under the light and shadow. After a few seconds, he slightly closed his eyelids, and lowered his eyes to look at the void.

[Does it count to want to change the past? 】

【Forget it, God said: Mercy came to the world】

The dazzling flames, the earth-shattering shocks, and the whispers of the girl telling her secrets echoed constantly.

"The mercy of the gods..."

Bai Shu smiled, turned the magazine with his right hand, stuffed a bullet into it, closed the runner with a "snap", and raised the cold barrel——

Arrived at his temple.

"Crack!"

The gun is empty, the shadow of death is pressing, the brain digs out the deepest doubts in a state of high tension, and the scalp is so excited that it is numb.

What is the production of the red moon related to?
Nuclear radiation, aliens, cosmic mutations...or an unknown "god"?Humanity does not know the answer before it dies. What she saw before her death seems to be false, and her resurrection is even more like a dream, which is far beyond human "scientific" knowledge.

Bai Shu didn't even blink, the indifference continued.

"Crack!" The axle jumped, empty again.

The Red Moon era restarted, and the trajectory of her life changed. For example, she should have been born in the winter of the 20th year of the Red Moon, and her parents died, instead of appearing here in her own body when she was a teenager in the 20th year of the Red Moon.

Fantasy before death?Joke?In this situation where I can't tell the truth from the fake, what do I want most...

Bai Shu's pupils dilated with excitement, and his fingertips slowly pressed down.

The oppression of death stimulates the nerves, and all the chaos disperses, as if fate and the soul are symphony, and the deep-seated obsession is like a bud bursting out of the ground, destroying the dead and occupying the mind again——

Change is the same as obsession before death, whether it is illusion or reality, even if it is exposed to violence and blood again, don't leave any room to look back!

"Click!" The trigger was pulled, the gamble made the nerves tremble wildly, and the transparent pleasure reached the peak.

Three guns empty!

"...That's it."

After a long time, Bai Zhu put down the revolver and laughed in a low voice, with a hoarse and cheerful voice:

"Fuck it."

She wants glory to bow down again, and she wants to change the outcome.

　Revolver tip: If there is only one bullet in the revolving wheel, there is a high probability that it will appear in the third and fourth rounds. Bai Shu’s mind is confused now. With this extreme way of thinking, he really feels that he will die when he dies. .

　　PS: Some of Baishu's achievements and fighting styles are based on real super fighting heroes (the predecessors are all like Kai Nitianguai, and they dare not write like that in novels. This can still be announced. Damn, it is really different from us ordinary people international)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)