I messed up the Siheyuan

"You, 'An Mi Yan', don't you carry a gun?"

Chen Xuexue glared at An Youdao and questioned him with an indignant look on his face.

"Hehe..." An Youdao smiled and began to explain.

"Old Chen!..."

"I have been staying at the headquarters all these years!"

"You know, those of us at the headquarters have endless meetings and reports to make every day."

"If you carry a gun, you must hand it over before entering the venue and register the gun number."

"It's so troublesome!"

"As time goes by, I will stop carrying a gun."

Chen Xuexue didn't believe a word of what An Youdao said.

The two have been comrades-in-arms for decades. Who doesn't know each other?

He glanced at An Youdao with an expression that said, "I don't believe you."

In response to this, An Youdao spread his hands.

That means, believe it or not.

An Youdao's rogue appearance made Chen Xuexue a little infuriated.

He snorted heavily and turned his head back.

But when he saw Wang Ping's confused expression, he felt helpless.

Finally, with reluctance on his face, he pulled out a beautiful little pistol from his waist and put it into Wang Ping's hand.

"Boy, I'll give you this gun for self-defense!"

"But, you remember this, kid."

"If you can't get that one million kilograms of food..."

"snort!..."

"I will take this gun back when the time comes."

After saying that, he turned around and got into the car with a slightly angry look on his face.

As a result, before the car drove away, An Youdao couldn't wait to come over and took the gun from Wang Ping.

In other words, Wang Ping just touched the gun and it ended up in An Youdao's hands.

After Wang Ping gave a dry cough, he snarled at the speeding jeep.

That means...

Uncle! ...I haven't gone far yet?

Is it appropriate for you to do this?

Who would have thought...

An Youdao, who was playing with his gun, didn't even raise his head, but just waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about him!

Damn it!

I've been dreaming of this gun for years.

Today it finally fell into my hands."

After playing with it for a while, he held the gun in front of Wang Ping and explained proudly.

"Boy!"

"Did you see that?"

"This creamy white gun handle is made of ivory."

"And...you know what?"

"Why is the body of this gun silver-white?"

"Hey, hey... this isn't made of silver."

"Silver is too soft to be used as a gun body."

"I heard from others that..."

"As long as you add a metal called 'chromium' to the steel, you can make the black steel keep this color."

"Also, do you see these golden lines on the edge of the gun?"

"This is real gold embedded in it."

"Good gun!... Tsk tsk... Good gun!... It's really a good gun!"

After An Youdao played with it for a while, Wang Ping felt a flash before his eyes and the pistol disappeared from his hand.

Then, he patted his lower back, and a big, black and thick pistol was stuffed into Wang Ping's hand.

Wang Ping was stunned for a moment and his expression became a little strange.

Isn’t this the famous Type 54 pistol?

"Boy...!" An Youdao said with a slightly red face, "Don't underestimate it because it looks bad, it's very powerful!

When something really happens, it can really help.

Unlike the gun just now, it is just a decoration, and its appearance is not important. "

As he spoke, he handed over two magazines as if by magic.

Then, at his urging, Wang Ping carried these things and followed the other four people onto the plane.

This old plane is actually a transport plane.

In order to accommodate Wang Ping and four others, five iron chairs were temporarily welded on.

As soon as Anping and his five companions sat down, a co-pilot came running over from the driver's seat.

With the help of the co-pilot, the five people used straps to secure themselves to the chairs.

After the co-pilot returned, the plane began to taxi on the runway.

Sitting in a transport plane, with seats that were welded temporarily, there is naturally no comfort to speak of.

The plane started to shake from the taxiing phase.

As the plane took off, flew into the sky, and climbed upward, the turbulence became even more severe.

To be honest, if they were not tied up with ropes, it would be impossible for Wang Ping and his four companions to sit on the chairs.

They had already become rolling gourds, rolling around in the cabin.

The cabin did not stabilize until the plane entered the stratosphere.

At this time, the co-pilot ran over from the cab and helped the few people loosen the rope.

The moment he was untied, Wang Ping let out a long sigh of relief, then immediately stood up and relaxed the places that had just been tied up with ropes.

In fact, the other four people were doing almost the same thing.

But since boarding the plane, Xiao Yanan, who had been silently observing Wang Ping, had an increasingly suspicious look in his eyes.

Wang Ping was so calm and composed.

It doesn't look like someone flying for the first time at all.

People who take a plane for the first time, even if it is a transport plane with harsh conditions, will always show some excitement.

They may even look around curiously.

But Wang Ping showed none of these characteristics.

On the contrary, as soon as this boy got on the plane, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

When he saw the five seats temporarily welded in the cabin, his face was filled with contempt.

After the five people finished their activities, they sat down again.

The buzzing sound in the cabin poured straight into everyone's ears.

If they wanted to communicate at this time, they would have to shout at each other.

Therefore, everyone lost interest in chatting and just closed their eyes to rest.

After Xiao Yanan hesitated for a moment, he leaned over and asked loudly, "Pingzi, have you ever been on a plane before?"

After asking this question, she stared at Wang Ping's eyes.

As long as Wang Ping's eyes showed panic, then...

She could conclude that Wang Ping had taken a plane before.

How could a young man who was born and raised in Beijing have the opportunity to take a plane?

Not to mention airplanes, I'm afraid there may not even be a chance to take a car or a sedan.

Furthermore, it can be concluded that there is something wrong with this kid.

However, what disappointed Xiao Yanan was...

She did not catch the panic look she wanted to see in Wang Ping's eyes.

Wang Ping just shook his head and replied loudly, somewhat nonchalantly: "Aunt Xiao, I have never been on a plane before.

If all airplanes were like this..."

As he spoke, he pointed at the messy cabin filled with a strong smell of fuel, with a look of disdain on his face.

"Then I'd rather not ride on this thing for the rest of my life."

These words made Xiao Yanan stunned for a moment.

She didn't expect Wang Ping to answer like this.

Is this guy really just being so calm because he simply dislikes her, or...