If you don't save Shoujun, you will die [Transmigration Book]

The process of changing equipment was very smooth.

It may be that there are many people, and they are not afraid of wild beasts, so the sitting postures of these prisoners have their own characteristics. Some of them seem to be separated from their companions by a tree, but in Tu Caoshou's view, this is the state of being alone. .

But even so, with his current physical strength, he can't kill all these single people. He must selectively challenge the people with the greatest profit to perform the surgery.

He didn't know what weapon Chi Yao would have, but judging from the size of the tent, if he could get another SAF, he wouldn't have to confront Chi Yao head-on, and it wouldn't be a problem to sweep him to death through the tent.

The only troublesome ones were the two people guarding outside his tent. It looked like they had practiced before, so they might not be so easy to deal with.

But wait until he gets the SAF first.

The camouflage-brushed sentry knife does not reflect any light in the dark, which makes it more concealable.

But Tu Caoshou didn't intend to make noise in the bushes to attract the single prisoners.

It’s not like filming a TV series, a fool would come here alone to check what’s going on in the unfamiliar forest, and his companion is not far away, so he would definitely call someone else—this method has too many uncertainties, and for him now, the risk is too high high.

So he simply took advantage of no one's attention, locked the target with the binoculars, and limped around behind the tree in the dark openly.

Confirming that his body was completely blocked by the thick tree trunk, he pulled out the sentry knife, deliberately lowered his voice, and said to the man sitting under the tree in a hoarse voice:

"Hey buddy, are you interested in tequila?"

The man's eyes lit up quickly, and he wanted to turn around to look, but he was afraid of attracting the attention of the people around him, so he quickly returned to normal, with a calm expression on the surface, but he was communicating with him:

"You have? Where did you come from?"

"Don't worry about it."

他 说:

"It's a 1942 Don Julio, nice wine...but I'm a little tight."

"...what do you lack?"

The man's Adam's apple slides up and down, obviously hooked.

He didn't care who was chatting with him, and he didn't suspect that the person he was trading with wasn't someone from the camp—after all...except for the people in the camp, who could come to this safe place without disturbing any outer guards? so what?

— I lack everything.

Tu Caoshou used his rich experience in bartering to estimate the prices of this small internal society, and said:

"I'm short of bullets, how many do you have?"

The man didn't answer the question, but asked instead:

"How much do you want."

"Not much, 25."

He reported the number neatly, touched his bleeding leg, and quickly added:

"It can't be lowered, buy it now."

The man who still wanted to haggle over the price gritted his teeth.

For those of them who have been insulated from tobacco, alcohol and poison since they got on the ship, they thought that their lives would improve after surviving the shipwreck, but most of the good things they packed up ended up in Chi Yao's pockets, like him People who can't speak a few words with Chi Yao can only drink soup left by others, let alone wine.

Everyone is tacitly aware of the situation of the private transaction, but they have common interests and no one will expose it.

"make a deal."

Tu Caoshou heard the rustling sound of metal crashing behind the tree, and secretly gasped for throbbing air.

The hand of the man stretched out behind the tree was full of bullets, no more, no less, exactly 25 bullets—but the man held on tightly, obviously afraid that he would run away after taking the bullets.

"Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand, and give me the wine."

"..."

What answered him was a warm and dry palm. This powerful palm tightly held his wrist holding the bullet. Before he could react, he was dragged down. Before he could make a sound, he was thrown The possibility of speaking was blocked in time.

The golden bullets fell on the soft mud like grains of wheat in a rice field, and the man was dragged into the endless darkness like a bag of garbage, out of sight.

……

After wiping off his bleeding hand, Tu Caoshou had already made up his mind.

Before killing Chi Yao, he had to try to deal with the two people guarding outside. In fact, after experiencing the movement just now, although he obtained the weapon he wanted at the minimum cost, his consciousness is now a little unconscious.

I felt cold all over, but I started to lose control of my body as if I was drunk.

This shell is also reaching its limit.

He was sure that he had done the best thing in the shortest time, and even if he did it all over again, he might not be able to complete it perfectly the second time. Since that was the case, then he might as well start——beating him head-on!

Walking out of the jungle with the SAF in his hand, he approached the tent. The guards could not see his face clearly. One of them came up and asked:

"Hey, what are you doing, there is a report..."

The golden fireworks bursting out in the darkness shocked everyone.

The two guards were dead, and Tu Caoshou took the time to reload the bullets. Immediately, some of the prisoners wanted to shoot in the direction of the tent, but they were stopped by their partners:

"Are you desperate? What if you hit the boss?!"

"But he's going to-"

"Boom—boom, boom, boom."

Four round light holes were exposed on the surface of the glowing tent, and the man holding Yalikin opened the tent and walked out.

The light illuminated the mercenary lying dead on the ground. The bullets he hadn't finished loading in time were scattered all over the ground, and there were four bullet holes in his chest and lungs. Just by looking at it, he knew that he was dead.

Stepping on the chest of the miserable-looking man, the military boots squeezed out more blood, Chi Yao sneered cruelly, and said softly:

"Your gun is fine and works well."

His sight was buried by the bushes, and his brain was buzzing. In a haze, Tu Caoshou felt as if he saw a familiar figure running towards him...

The appearance and figure are very similar to... Wei Feng?

He couldn't see what happened next.

The foot that was pressed on his chest was knocked out by something, and then there was a monotonous and dry shot from a sniper/gun.

……

When he opened his eyes, there was darkness in front of him.

Tu Caoshou:?

After suddenly seeing Jie Keyang on the ground adjusting the scope, he thought he was hallucinating and took a step back in fright.

"..."

As a result, the man glanced sideways at him, immediately put the gun back on his back, got up and walked over, bent over and carried him on his shoulder, and ran towards the road that he didn't know when he stepped on it—almost at the same time, he He heard the gunshots chasing after him.

"Hey, what's going on, what about Wei Feng? Why am I here???"

"Master-servant contract."

Jie Keyang gave a brief answer, holding him down with one hand like a cargo, and knocking on the SAF hanging on his chest with the other hand, blasting away the enemies who came out from nowhere in front of him with a few shots of firepower, he jumped over In the narrow forest, he ran like this with the people on his shoulders.

Ah, so he was revived... He also said that he didn't feel pain all over his body, but what's the situation now?

When escaping from the deep forest, Tu Caoshou saw the crimson color of deep purple and sky blue mixed with the sky, and those rays of light gradually brightened among the fast-moving branches, as beautiful as the old portraits painted in old houses for a long time.

The translucent task panel was shaking in front of his eyes. He stared at the column of the remaining time and couldn't help but sigh:

"……what the hell."

Turning off the task panel, he laughed:

"It turns out there's only one hour left."

Originally, after his death, he should have been forced to quit the system immediately. Under the influence of the master-servant relationship, his consciousness was temporarily closed by the world, but he did not quit—Jie Keyang was probably afraid that he would die in the remaining days of his life , so he was resurrected in the last hour of the last day.

When they rushed to the beach, the group of tigers and wolves behind had been completely shaken off.

"10 minutes."

Adjusting the mechanical watch on his wrist, Jie Keyang announced the final time, and put the man down from his shoulders. Only then did Tu Caoshou see the man in a state of embarrassment, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hahaha... Brother Yang, what do you look like, my God, this is the first time I see you hahaha..."

The person's over-white cheeks were rarely reddened, and he wiped the blood and sweat from his face with the back of his hand. The green paint used for camouflage was somewhat deformed, showing a bit of the owner's embarrassment.

Smiling and crossing his arms behind his back, Tu Caoshou stood on tiptoe in front of this ashen-faced man, and kissed the other side loudly on the side of the other's face. Taking advantage of the gap when the other party was stunned, he kissed him twice more quickly, then turned his hair and let out a few kisses. There was a muffled laugh, which turned into a hahaha hearty laugh.

He feels inexplicably relaxed now, perhaps because he can "wake up" after knowing the next world, and he has begun to look forward to the day of going back—it has been too long since the real world, and he really misses... the life in that place, and his Loving people.

"almost."

As if reading minds, the man who smiled at the comfort of the kiss said to him:

"I miss you."

The golden rising sun is like a flame igniting on the sea level, like a lake with calm eyes mixed with dots of light spots, bright like broken stars in the daytime, so beautiful that it cannot be seen.

He couldn't help but hug the sweaty and greasy man in front of him so much, he gently whispered in his ear:

"Me too."

……

The stars are shining, the sun and the moon are bright.

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small theater:

Tu Caoshou: Wow, brother Yang is so cute, what should I do? Why is he so cute? ? ?