America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 86 This is so exciting, I think

The United States is a country where you can legally buy and hold guns.

Although different states have different strictness on gun control, automatic rifles can always be obtained when you want to.

The gunfire heard by Cheng Daqi and others was the sound of an AR15 automatic rifle firing.

Scott could even hear the specific type of bullet from the sound.

He came back from Afghanistan and spent eight years in that horrific mountainous area before returning to the United States.

In eight years, the equipment in the hands of enemies wearing slippers or even no shoes has changed from workshop-made AKs to AR15s, and has evolved from land mines and cannons to modern weapons of the same style as those of American troops.

Whoever likes to fight this bad fight, Scott is really tired of it.

When he left there, Scott felt like he was in great shape.

Away from the war and returned to my peaceful hometown.

But for a war-torn veteran, peace is poison.

Being separated from the collective environment of the frontline troops, he lost the support and companionship of his comrades.

The cruel blow from his family destroyed his hope for the world.

After running away from home, Scott quickly developed PTSD.

He would wake up in his dreams to Afghan chants, and he would tremble when he heard gunshots.

Yes, he wasn't shot, but the mental stress was making it difficult for him to move.

People without mental illness cannot understand the world of a mentally ill person. (Except Foxtail)

Seeing that Scott might have been shot, Korno and Cheng Daqi worked together to pull him into the library.

After all, the library only contains worthless books, and it is not a bank or jewelry store, so there is little possibility of attracting shooters.

"He doesn't seem to be bleeding?"

In the panic, the two men were busy carrying people and did not have time to check Scott's injuries.

Sani was more attentive. She discovered that although Scott was carried into the library like a dead dog, not a drop of blood was shed along the way.

"Then what happened to him?"

Cheng Daqi didn't quite understand the state of this blond old man.

He was obviously fine, but he looked like he was about to burp.

"What happened outside, I heard gunshots! GOD!"

A library staff member in his thirties came over and asked the four people gathered at the door.

This white female staff member was wearing a large patterned dress, but it could not hide the swimming ring-like flesh on her belly.

"I heard gunfire too, but it seemed far away from us."

The person speaking behind him was a man in his fifties, who looked like an Arab and wore a small white hat on his head.

In the library, other people were also whispering in their seats, trying to find out information from each other.

Everyone was frightened by the gunfire.

"It's not far away. It's a fully automatic AR15 with an M885 Ball: 62-grain warhead. Because a honeycomb muffler is installed on the muzzle, it sounds relatively far away."

Scott's voice was very low, and Cheng Daqi's expression was stern.

"Sorry, is he okay? What did he just say?"

But the Arab brother in his fifties was the fastest to respond. He understood what Scott was saying!

Sani wanted to speak, but she felt her hand being pinched by Cheng Daqi.

The neighbor motioned with his eyes to shut up.

The black girl was a little overwhelmed and shy, completely forgetting that she wanted to talk just now.

"Corno, go get a glass of water for Scott. Go quickly."

After driving away the fool and appeasing the girl, there is still a lunatic and two passers-by.

Safety is no small matter!

If what Scott said was true, Cheng Daqi didn't think it was a good idea to tell others in the librarianship what Scott said.

Mass panic is the most difficult to control.

He was sure that Scott's words would only send the crowd in the library into chaos.

"Hello, can you help me help my friend to the seat over there?"

Cheng Daqi looked at the Arab brother and the staff sister with sincere eyes, hoping that they would help him.

On the inner side of the library door, there were seven or eight stools surrounding two small round tables. He wanted to confine Scott and the two strangers here.

In the face of a crisis, there is an invincible iron rule for safeguarding one's own interests: first control the scope of influence, and then reach a small-scale consensus.

"Okay, God, what's wrong with him? He looks pale."

The eldest sister of the library employee was the most ordinary white aunt. She asked about Scott's situation with concern.

Cheng Daqi replied with a smile.

"My friend may be a little uncomfortable, just sit down for a while." From Scott's precise judgment just now, Cheng Daqi has made preliminary guesses about his identity, including that he may suffer from PTSD.

But Cheng Daqi didn't say it directly.

If you directly tell the fact that Scott has professional military qualities, combined with the fact that you just heard Scott's professional analysis, Arab Big Brother may become a destabilizing factor.

Until now, it was uncertain whether the shooter would come to the library.

If they were really unlucky, there was a very small chance that they would run into each other, and the orderly crowd could help Cheng Daqi gain time to move around.

If the shooter really didn't come to the library, as he most likely expected, then Cheng Daqi would rather waste his energy on it than make any difference.

In times of crisis, no matter how much thought you put into safety, it’s never too much.

As for why not run? Why not just stay away from the library?

Oh, the library only has books, and there is a very, very high probability that the shooter will not patronize it.

The probability of encountering the shooter on the street after leaving the library is higher than the probability of the shooter coming to the library.

Although Cheng Daqi did not go to any serious university, his probability theory was tempered by more than ten years of social practice!

He is extremely confident in his judgment!

"Hello everyone, my name is Chan and this is my friend Scott."

After sitting down, the Arab brother wanted to ask a question that he had not received an answer to before.

Cheng Daqi chose to pull these two into his own rhythm first.

Come, everyone introduce yourself to me first, and then we will form a temporary small group.

"Nina, work here."

"Ye Er Gubai, come here to read."

"That's probably what happened.

Ms. Nina, Mr. Ye Ergubai, I suggest that we don’t tell other people about this news. What do you think? "

Sani looked at Cheng Daqi in disbelief. She had experienced many shooting incidents, but she had never thought about it as much as Cheng Daqi.

But she had to admit that what Cheng Daqi was worried about and thinking about was very reasonable.

“Chan, I was called here by Korno today, and I thought you were a liar, but now I think I was wrong.

People like you, even if you are a liar, will not target Korno. You should find a richer scapegoat. "

Scott had only sat down for a moment, but his mouth had already been opened by Corno's ass.

Cheng Daqi didn't want to pay attention to this foul-mouthed man, but looked at the two strangers sincerely.

"Chan, I agree with your approach, but I think the first priority is that we should find a room to hide in."

Ye Gubai is over 50 years old. He fled from the Middle East to Europe and immigrated from Europe to the United States. He has experienced too much turmoil.

His acumen and alertness are ingrained in his blood.

"It's not safe for us to stay at the door now. We need to find a place to hide in case of accidents. What do you think? Ms. Nina?"

Cheng Daqi greatly approved of Ye Ergu's words. He was about to speak when he was interrupted by the black girl.

"I think we probably don't have to think about whether the shooter is coming, you see."

Sani pointed to the street corner dozens of meters away.

A van with most of its wheels broken was lying across the intersection, blocking the entire street of traffic.

There were bullet marks on the windshield at the front of the car, and there were many bullet holes in the cargo compartment at the back of the car.

Clearly, this car had just been through a big fight.

Several masked people got out of the car, and one of them found a bunker on the spot as a cover to buy time for his teammates to move.

Others rushed towards the library.

"Leave now, Nina, don't panic, just lead the way. Is there any place in the library that is difficult to find?"

Cheng Daqi pulled Scott up and immediately started to move people.

Nina led Lu in front in a daze, followed by Ye Gubai and Sani at the end.

"I thought, oh my god, this is so exciting, I need to pee!"

"Nina, keep your voice down, I can let my black friend, fuck, die, you later, lead the way for me now!"

"Come here, I know a secret place where the curator and his male secretary like to have sex. No one would have thought that someone could be hiding there."

"Where are you going? Kurt, this is water for you."

"Silly man, I don't want to drink water, come here quickly!"

"Oh my God, he's awesome. Did you just promise me that?"

"I beg you, please lead the way first. This is not the time to talk about this."

"Servo, what is she talking about, why are you all looking at me?"

"I didn't say anything. I'm looking at you because we like you as a reliable friend who can help us so much when danger comes."

(End of this chapter)