Lisko’s American Life

Of course Lisko would not report Reiter, so he did not continue to ask why Reiter was carrying a gun, and why he possessed a fully automatic rifle that was not allowed by the state.

Leiter quickly returned to where he parked, then took out the fully automatic rifle from the safe in his car and handed it to Lisko.

"Oh hoo,"

Lisko was very excited to touch the gun in his hand. He could only buy semi-automatic and ordinary guns, so he was still very interested in this gun.

Rubbing the icy gun, Lisko's eyes flashed with obsession, men are always full of passion for these steel machines and weapons.

"You come?"

Leiter asked Lisko with a smile.

"nononono, I can't do it, you should come."

Lisko is still very self-aware. With his poor marksmanship, he can only bully Lynch who is the best in the circle of friends. He is incomparable with a professional and trained person like Leiter.

If you let yourself shoot the gun, let alone aim at the tree trunk, it is estimated that the branches of this Christmas tree will be broken by yourself, and the tree will be useless by then.

Seeing Lisko's resolute attitude, Leiter could only shrug his shoulders, and then came by himself.

Instruct Lisko to retreat to a safe place. Although the trunk can't resist the bullet, there will always be an accident. If the bullet is bounced and a ricochet is formed, the approaching Lisko may be innocently injured.

Lisko still cherished his life very much. According to Leiter's instructions, he retreated to one side and took a few more steps to that distance before he stopped.

Leiter loaded the chamber skillfully, checked the bullets in the lower magazine, and then proceeded to the next step with confidence.

Keep the aiming position on the right track, and the muzzle is facing the center of the trunk, so as to ensure that the first shot will not be shifted to other places, the line of sight, the sight, and the target are three points and one line.

"Pause first."

Lisko was still a little worried, interrupted Leiter's movements, and then quickly ran to the front to observe it. Because it was already deep in the woods, no trace of others was found, and then he returned to his position and signaled. Let's go on.

If he didn't pay attention to the back of the Christmas tree, someone else's presence, bullets splashed around, it would definitely cause accidental injury, so Lisko still checked it safely.

Reit took a breath and pressed his trigger.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang."

When the first shot was fired. Leiter saw the bullet hit the tree trunk with sharp eyes, and then the trigger in his hand kept on, trying his best to control the gun that jumped in his hand because of the recoil.

Along the bullet marks just now, it was beautifully hit in a straight line. Lisko covered his ears with his hands and watched Leiter's performance. He could even see the flames from the muzzle of the gun.

The pleasure of an automatic rifle is that it can continuously fire bullets. It feels like you are destroying something indefinitely. All men have this destructive madness in their bones.

"Cool!"

Lisko sighed, Leiter had emptied the magazine in his hand, and all the bullets poured on the tree trunk.

Seeing that Leiter had stopped, Lisko immediately ran to the tree trunk and watched the masterpiece just now.

One side of the tree trunk has been pierced, and the air is still filled with smoke, and the air is full of gunpowder. A golden bullet casing has been scattered under Leiter's feet.

The marks on the tree trunk are very clear, and some bullets have been hit in the same position, which has penetrated the thick tree trunk of the game.

Looking at the traces above, Lisko thought for a moment. If so many bullets had hit people just now, the corpse might be out of shape now.

He couldn't help shivering, and tried to throw the thought out of his head. Leiter over there had reloaded the magazine, and the next wave of attacks was about to start. He hurriedly continued to run to the original position. Continue to watch the gunfire roar.

After separating from Lisko, Colt also chose his own Christmas tree. Looking at this tall and straight fir with emerald green color and no broken leaves, Colt nodded with satisfaction and chose this one. particles.

Because the tree he chose was not that big in the woods. Considering the height of his home, this size was quite suitable. The trunk of the entire Christmas tree was about as thick as his thigh. He rolled up his sleeves and picked up a shovel. , waving towards the roots of the tree.

After a few minutes, the tree has been successfully dug down. Colt used the sharp side of the shovel to clean up the excess branches. These cut down trunks will quickly wither, and then no one else will pick them up and burn them. The ones that have not been picked up It will also decay in the sun and rain, becoming the nutrients of the soil and moisturizing the earth.

When a qualified Christmas tree was completed in Colt's hands, he wiped his sweat with satisfaction, then lowered his body, prepared to carry it out of the woods, and waited for the other two friends by the roadside.

Putting the trunk on his shoulders, before he had time to exert his strength, Colt's expression changed instantly, and the sound of neat gunshots sounded from a distance. His first reaction was to roll, lie on the ground, and put his head Get close to the ground, then crawl toward the fallen tree trunk next to you, covering your body with the trunk.

"Fuck!"

He cursed in a low voice, and when his body was completely blocked, he began to gasp for breath. Even if he didn't know much about guns, he could still hear the continuous gunshots coming from automatic rifles~ www.readwn.com~ And the state of Colorado prohibits private ownership.

At this moment, all the news he saw came to his mind, as well as clips from many Hollywood movies.

"Agents? Bandits? Gang fights? Murderers?"

Colt thought about it a lot, but none of them were the right answer. Finally, when the gunshot rang out, he timidly stretched out his head and looked forward.

The woods were quiet again, and there was no one in front of them, thinking about the rooster and Lisko who came with him.

These two are his best brothers. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his thighs, trying to calm down his trembling body, gritted his teeth, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He didn't know what was going on in front of him, but the gunshots just now were continuous. If Lisko and the rooster were hurt and he didn't step forward, he would definitely live in repentance for the rest of his life.

Giving himself two slaps, Colt lowered his waist, stood up, then hid his body behind a tree trunk, and kept walking forward quietly, clenching his shovel in his hand.