My Turret Has a Caliber of Three Thousand Meters

"Um."

Chen Jiang scanned the other wounds on Scardog's body. After being silent for a while, he sat on the dirt beside Scardog, looked at the corpses in front of him, and said casually.

"It's fine, don't rush next time."

"That... Brother Jiang."

Scar Dog couldn't help but took a few breaths of cold air from the pain, his breathing gradually became rapid, and he looked up at the sunset not far away. For some reason, he felt a little pain all over his body.

I couldn't help but want to divert my attention by talking.

"Today in City 18, didn't we have a meal with the boss of the Lenglang Gang?"

"That meal, let's call it a bland one."

"It's almost fading out of the bird smell in my mouth."

"Do you still remember that when we were on Blue Star, we worked as waiters in a high-end restaurant selling Huaiyang cuisine?"

"Remember."

Chen Jiang nodded, lit a cigarette again, and put it into Scardog's mouth.

"Good guy."

Scardog took the cigarette tremblingly, but didn't smoke, just sandwiched it between his fingers, looked at the sunset in the distance, and muttered in a trance, "The food in that restaurant is really expensive."

"A lion head can be sold for several hundred dollars."

"A chicken wrap can sell for nearly 10,000 yuan."

"I thought at the time, isn't it just a chicken wrap? How can something that sells for a few dollars on the ground be so expensive. Later, I found out that the chicken wrap contains shark fins."

"In those private rooms, the people sitting are high-class people."

"Everyone in suits and leather shoes didn't eat a few bites of the dishes on the table, and many people stood up one by one to make a toast."

"And we can only stand aside and watch them quietly."

"Brother Jiang, do you know what I was thinking at the time?"

"Know."

Chen Jiang looked at the half-finger-long soot in Scardog's hand, and didn't say any more.

"I thought at the time..."

Scar Dog's voice became a little weaker, and his breathing gradually became short and he said in a trance: "I thought at the time, what do these dogs do, and why do they have so much money?"

"Why don't we have one."

"In the future, if I have money, I must sit there instead of standing beside me."

"I also want to be rich."

"I also want to taste the chicken wings that cost nearly 10,000 yuan. What does it taste like?"

"Is it really worth that money?"

"Later... Later, our brothers finally got rich."

"When you have money, the first thing you take me to do, Brother Jiang, is to go to that restaurant and order all the most expensive dishes."

Speaking of which, Scar Dog couldn't help but grinned a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, tilted his head to look at the sunset, which had gradually darkened, and said with a smile.

"I remember this scene very clearly."

"I remember us, like a nouveau riche, sitting in the box, every time we took a bite of the dish, we would scold us. What a piece of crap, the smell of urine almost faded out of Laozi's mouth."

"Huaiyang cuisine...it's really unpalatable."

"There is no dish that I like to eat, especially the chicken wings that cost nearly 10,000 yuan. I don't like to eat either."

"But... I still remember the mood at that time."

"I finally sat in the position that I had been looking up to before."

"no."

Chen Jiang couldn't help shaking his head and laughed: "Don't you like to eat lion heads? I think you have eaten several, a few hundred yuan each."

"I was just starting my business at the time, and I didn't have much money in total. You ate me more than 10,000 yuan for a meal."

"That meal, I felt distressed for several days."

"Hey."

Scar Dog also laughed, his breathing gradually weakened, and his body even swayed a little unsteadily, looking at the gradually descending sunset: "Brother Jiang, you know."

"I am afraid of death, but I am even more afraid of poverty."

"I'm fed up with that kind of life, living on the sly."

"Whether in Blue Star or in this world."

"I, Scar Dog, don't want to live as humble as an ant."

"I think more, sitting on that table, like a nouveau riche, wanton evaluation of nearly 10,000 yuan of dishes, like chicken ribs, extremely unpalatable!"

"For that...I can die."

"ok, ok, I got it."

As if coaxing a child, Chen Jiang lit a cigarette for Scardog again and brought it to his mouth: "When have I ever disappointed you, no matter where it is, in Bluestar, or in this world."

"We will sit in that position after all, commenting on every dish unscrupulously."

"It will always be other people who will die, not us."

"No more smoking..."

Scar Dog took the cigarette, sandwiched it between his fingers, and waved his hand with a wry smile: "By the way, Brother Jiang, why didn't you tell me just now, my head was blown off."

"I knew I would never use that capsule. It was our last capsule. It was a waste."

"When I saw it, you had already used it."

Chen Jiang scanned the terrifying wound on the dog's head with a calm expression and didn't say much.

Scardog's forehead has disappeared, the entire head, the upper part of the eyes, was obviously shot by a large-caliber firearm, and even the skull was shot off.

Even the naked eye can clearly see the hot brains flowing under the skull.

Under severe pain, adrenaline will soar, making people feel no pain.

That's why, at first, Scar Dog thought that he was shot in the calf, but he didn't know that half of his head had been blown off.

And without knowing that he was seriously injured, Scar Dog persisted for so long~www.readwn.com~ until the adrenaline failed and the pain on the top of the head hit violently, only to realize it.

"Fortunately, I am a human player."

Scar Dog took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand again greedily, feeling the rapid passing of life in his body and the severe headache coming from his body.

After taking a deep breath, he suddenly grinned.

"I don't know if this racial talent is useful or not, but those people haven't been resurrected yet."

"If it doesn't work..."

"Then give yourself a stick of incense."

The next second—

Scardog suddenly lifted the cigarette in his hand and inserted it directly into the depths of his brain above his head.

Then his breathing stopped suddenly.

The corpse hit the ground heavily.

And that scarlet cigarette **** also fell into a pool of blood and was completely extinguished.

"Crazy."

Chen Jiang shook his head calmly. He didn't help Scardog's body, but just sat quietly on the spot, holding the rifle in his arms, waiting for the resurrection of those people.

At this time, the sunset has gradually set.

I can vaguely see the horizon, there is a twilight, but I can't see the sun.

In a trance, he actually remembered, that... Huaiyang cuisine.

Scar Dog hates Huaiyang cuisine, but he always likes to eat Huaiyang cuisine.

Eating is not the taste.

It's that... the scenery I've always longed for when I was at a low point.

A gust of wind came.

Chen Jiang sat calmly among the piles of corpses, waiting patiently.

He has always been patient.

And at this moment—

He suddenly saw a corpse, just under his eyelids, slowly illusory, and then completely disappeared in place.