Shut up, I don't want to have children with you anymore.

But on second thought, who would dare to steal things from the home of the Dragon Slayer Army's top gunner?

I'm afraid it's because I feel I've lived too long.

Leon walked in from the back door and came to the living room.

The room is a little messy.

Various stuffed toys and spare clothes were scattered randomly on the sofa.

If Rossweisse saw this, she might not even bother to clean up the mess and just use Dragon Flame to kill them, saving everyone trouble.

hiss--

Why did I end up thinking about that mother dragon?

It’s understandable to miss someone, but why are you missing them after just a few hours of separation?

Is it a bit too hasty?

Leon shook his head, drove away his messy thoughts, and continued to observe Rebecca's house.

On the coffee table next to it was a pile of disassembled pistol parts, and next to it was a blank bullet used for training.

Rebecca is a chatterbox, always chattering away, so when she is alone, she always needs to relieve her loneliness more than others.

So she developed a unique hobby for herself:

Group gun.

Take apart a complete pistol, put it back together, take it apart again, and put it back together again.

The process was quite boring and tedious, but she was able to play quietly all night long.

As a gunner, it is indeed very important to understand the assembly principles of firearms.

Leon sat on the sofa, picked up the parts on the coffee table and tried to assemble them.

Rebecca had taught him how to assemble a gun before.

Although he didn't have Rebecca's hand speed and dexterity, he still managed to put the gun together with his amazing memory.

It is a classic close-quarters pistol, small and powerful, and is loved by many female gunners.

Except Rebecca.

She likes the big, powerful and powerful ones, the sound of which can be heard from eight hundred miles away.

So this small pistol was just a toy for her to entertain herself.

Leon stood up, looked around the room, and an idea came to his mind.

......

Two ponytails swayed behind the girl's head as she walked briskly.

She has the figure of a lolita, but she wears a cool queen outfit, a short black vest, a white vest inside, and a pair of ultra-short shorts. Although she is short, the proportions of her legs are perfect, and she has just the right amount of fleshiness.

In her arms she held a large shopping bag filled with various snacks, fruits and vegetables.

"Good afternoon, Rebecca," the neighbor greeted her.

The girl with twin ponytails stopped and responded enthusiastically, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Harry! You look younger than yesterday. Did you use some magical spell? Can you teach me?"

Mrs. Harry was so pleased with the girl's praise that she waved her hands and said, "No, no, I just have a good attitude."

"Oh, is that so? That's pretty good. By the way, Mrs. Harry, the last time you asked me to help you with insect repellent was two months ago. Are there insects rampant again recently? Do you need my help?"

Mrs. Harry's smile froze, and she recalled the horrific scene two months ago when Rebecca held two submachine guns and swept her yard...

It’s scary just thinking about it!

"No, no, no, that's fine, Rebecca, just go ahead and do your thing."

"Okay Mrs. Harry, call me anytime if you need me!"

Mrs. Harry waved her hand, and Rebecca continued to walk home with her light and graceful steps.

When she reached the door, she lifted her voluptuous legs to support the shopping bags so that she could free one hand to take the keys from her pocket.

But my peripheral vision inadvertently glimpsed into the living room through the window beside me, and there seemed to be a figure?

Rebecca frowned, "A thief broke in?"

When a thief breaks into their home, most people may panic at first, and then immediately call the security team or ask for help.

But Rebecca is not your average person.

Not only was she not panicked, she was even a little excited.

You little yellow-haired thief, in such a huge empire, you could have robbed anyone else, but you had to steal from me, your aunt?

It just so happens that she hasn't fought in a long time since she was assigned to the patrol team, so today she will practice on you, a little thief.

Rebecca gently put down the shopping bag in her hand, then lifted the carpet at the door and pressed hard on the wooden board under the carpet with one hand. The wooden board opened immediately, revealing a secret compartment with an exquisite pistol in it.

As an excellent gunner, she can even hide two guns in the toilet tank. It’s normal to hide a gun under the carpet, right?

Holding the gun, Rebecca slowly opened the door, lightened her steps, and walked into the room carefully.

She leaned against the side door panel of the entrance hall, poked her little head out, and observed the yellow-haired thief who was still in the living room.

Oh, it’s not yellow hair, it’s black hair.

He was not very small, at least 180cm tall. Under normal circumstances, he could kick Rebecca, who was 158cm tall, far away with one kick.

The black-haired thief had his back to Rebecca, and she couldn't see his face.

But no harm.

No matter whether he is yellow-haired or black-haired, a small thief or a big thief, the weapons in my hand are not vegetarian.

The thief didn't notice that Rebecca was secretly observing him from behind, and was still searching for something seriously.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Rebecca took silent steps and approached from behind little by little.

Silent stealth is one of the essential subjects for gunners.

He didn't notice anything until Rebecca came behind the thief.

pat-

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against the thief's waist - it wasn't pressed against the back of his head because Rebecca was too short and had to stand on tiptoe to reach it.

The thief was also a sensible man. He immediately raised his hands and surrendered at the speed of light.

"Wow, you're quite skilled, Mr. Thief. It looks like you've had guns pointed at your back a lot, right?"

Rebecca said proudly, "Your habit of sneaking into a young girl's home in broad daylight and rummaging through her leftover takeout boxes is a bit strange."

Mr. Thief said nothing.

Rebecca raised her eyebrows. "Humph, you have the right to remain silent, Mr. Thief, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court!"

Still no response.

This is the kind of situation that chatterbox hates the most.

I talk a lot, but the other person is like a mute.

Rebecca frowned unhappily and poked the thief's back with the muzzle of the gun. "Are you pretending to be dumb? Do you believe that I can shoot you and paralyze your lower limbs?"

It's just a threat. A thief is a thief, but his crime is not serious enough. The empire is not a gathering place for lawless criminals.

And this time, Mr. Thief finally responded.

"I bet there's no bullet in your gun!"

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Chapter 178: 180 Rebels of the Empire

Such a familiar voice.

Rebecca would definitely not have heard it wrong. During the years she had been on the battlefield, every time it was a matter of life and death, it was this voice that commanded them to survive.

She looked at the tall figure in front of her, her delicate blue pupils filled with surprise.

The hand holding the gun began to tremble slightly. Rebecca gritted her teeth, suppressed her confusion and astonishment, and pushed the man's back hard.

"Turn around!"

There was a hint of tears in the excited tone.

Leon raised his hands and turned around slowly.

Three years later, when Rebecca saw this resolute and handsome face again, she thought she was dreaming.

The warm liquid could not stop flowing out from the corners of her eyes, and her pretty face had a very complicated expression.

In addition to surprise and astonishment, there are also confusion, touching, relief, etc., which is very rich.

After all, the captain who was supposed to have died in the enemy's base camp three years ago was miraculously "resurrected" and was standing in front of her. No matter who it was, they would be confused.

Looking at Rebecca's expression and reaction, Leon secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It doesn't look like she's pretending.

Rebecca joined his team when she graduated from the Dragon Slayer Academy, so Leon knew her well.

This crazy girl can't hide her feelings on her face, and whatever she's thinking shows directly.

So, what's written on her face now is "Oh my god, Captain, you're still alive!", not "Damn it, why didn't Casmode stab him to death back then?!".

Leon lowered his eyes and looked at the twin-tailed girl who was much shorter than him, and slowly put down his arms. "Why don't we put down our guns and sit down and talk slowly?"

Rebecca just came back to her senses from her shock and surprise.

She shook her head, apparently accepting that Leon was still alive.

But he did not put down the gun.

Rebecca stood on tiptoe, raised her arms, and pointed the black muzzle of the gun at Leon's face, "Am I dreaming?"

"Of course not. What kind of dream is that in broad daylight?"

"No, Captain. I'm going to shoot you in the thigh now. If you scream in pain, it means this is not a dream. Come on, start."

The corners of Leon's eyes twitched slightly.

Okay, okay, the empire has changed, but his gunner has not changed, and is still that neurotic girl.

But Leon just shrugged calmly, "I told you, there are no bullets in your gun."

Rebecca was startled and quickly took back the gun and checked the magazine.

It is empty indeed.

Then, Leon took out a handful of bullets from his pocket. "Those guns you hid are so easy to find, Rebecca."

Before he was sure whether Rebecca was really trustworthy as his master said, Leon carefully unloaded the bullets from her gun.

When she comes home, see if she can communicate peacefully.

If not, Leon doesn't have to be afraid of a gunner without bullets.

Rebecca stared at the man in front of her in a daze.

Right.

No one can imitate the captain's calm and confident attitude.

Rebecca finally let down her guard and opened her arms to hug Leon.

However, this action scared Leon so much that he quickly took a step back, then stretched out his hand to hold Rebecca's forehead to prevent her from coming up to hug him.

Rebecca was stunned. "Captain, I don't mind hugging a resurrected corpse, but you are not happy about it, huh?"

"Things are different, Rebecca."

The situation is indeed different from three years ago.

Three years ago, he was single, so it was okay to hug him;

But three years later, he not only got married and had a wife, but also had three children.

Even though his wife is not around for the time being, he still has to abide by his duties as a husband.