I love you, I won't kill you

Angie looked curiously at the two gun trainers as he walked, and followed Julie into the outermost shed.Pulled a beige plastic lounge chair and sat down.

If there were no American men and women beside him, and all kinds of automatic rifles and pistols under the arbor next door, Angie would really think that he was in a farmhouse near the mountains and rivers outside the Sixth Ring Road of Beijing.

On weekends and weekends, Anji's family will drive to the farmhouse with their relatives and friends for a holiday party.When you arrive, find a country toilet first, which is convenient and convenient, and wash your face and hands.After the body is comfortable, my parents and a group of relatives and friends start to look for seats, sit in the shade of a tree, drink tea and smoke, eat melon seeds and fruits, and chat with the parents for an hour.

After talking enough, eating enough, drinking enough, and the young and old have smoked their cigarettes, I wonder if it is time to find the boss to rent a set of mahjong tiles and start playing mahjong.This is the most important family activity of the day, except for dinner.More importantly, mothers can take advantage of shuffling, stacking, eating and winning cards to talk to relatives and friends about how good their baby daughter is.

Now, living outside of Panama City, Florida, Angie feels that there is no parents at the poker table nearby to praise her and earn enough face for them; There is no sound of chattering and chattering; in the middle of the night, there is no mother who has to find a good husband's family for herself as if she is selling goods.

The only feeling is that this American "farmhouse" is sparsely populated and has a beautiful environment.So many male and female foreigners gathered in the "Nongjiale" neither to eat snacks, nor to play mahjong, nor to talk nonsense for a while, as if to say something about other people's or their own feelings, income, weight, etc. It's all a crime.

Since you can't just chat nonsense, it's time to find something interesting to do.What to do, of course, is to practice all kinds of firearms on the table.Only in this way can I be worthy of the tuition fees paid by the boss.

"Julie, do you want to drink water? By the way, why hasn't Amanda come back?" Angie asked at the right time.

Julie was seriously watching the whole set of movements of a young man assembling a Glock 18 pistol under the arbor next door.After hearing Angie's words, she turned around and said, "Do you want to drink water? Well, ask the boss where the vending machine is later. She's going to get the firearms we are going to practice and will be back soon."

At this time, one of the two gun trainers, a fat man in a short-sleeved T-shirt, was holding an MP5SD anti-terrorism submachine gun equipped with a silencer and walked out of the shooting line on the grass.A white girl wearing sound-proof headphones, sunglasses, short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts was standing beside him, watching carefully how the gun trainer held the gun and how to aim it.

"Hey, girls, I'm back." Amanda greeted happily as she walked into the pergola with two pairs of sound-isolating headphones in hand.

Julie hugged Amanda with a smile on her face, "Uh...how come there are only two pairs of headphones, you don't need them?"

"It's the first time you and Angie are exposed to these things, of course you have to protect your ears. Me, look, this is enough." After kissing Julie's face, Amanda showed her her ears with pocket earplugs .

"Bad guy, earplugs are enough? Come here, sit here, they're going to test shoot. Uh... Where's the gun you want?" Julie pulled Amanda, walked to her seat and sat down.

"Take it easy, it's just an MP5SD6, it's not a big one." Amanda didn't take the gun test event that was about to start at all.

Angie smiled and took the earphones from Amanda, and said before putting them on, "Thank you. By the way, what did you mean by MP5SD6 just now?"

"Uh... MP5 is a submachine gun designed and manufactured by the German company Heckler & Koch. SD6 is a model specially developed for special forces and equipped with a muffler. It is equipped with a retractable metal buttstock. If you are interested, wait a minute You can try it too," Amanda explained.

"Oh, I see, thank you." Angie spoke beautifully, but she still didn't understand the various terms Amanda said.

Julie looked into Amanda's eyes with a smile and said suddenly, "What about my question, baby."

"Hehe, don't worry. Look, they brought the guns here." Amanda couldn't bear the burning eyes, looked behind her and said.

Sure enough, a young boy wearing a casual round-brimmed combat hat was pulling a flatbed cart and walking towards the arbor of the three of them.When he walked into the arbor, he said to Amanda, "Ma'am, here are all the guns you want. If you need anything else, you can come to me."

Amanda looked at the light-colored, all-polymer case on the cart, pulled out two one-dollar bills and handed them to him, "Thank you. Uh...do you have enough ammo?"

The young boy smiled, "Thank you, ma'am, that's enough." When she turned to leave, Julie stopped him, "Excuse me, where is the vending machine?"

The young boy pointed to the house behind, "It's at the left-hand corner inside. If you want to buy a drink, I can do it for you."

At this time, Angela pulled Julie and said in a low voice, "We can just buy it ourselves, why waste the tip?"

"Hehe, it's okay, Angie." Julie shook her head and said something.

"Guys, that guy is going to shoot, you can watch it." Amanda relaxed and stuffed her whole body into the couch, with her legs stretched out on the front lawn, and said.

The gun trainer pointed the MP5SD6 at the bust target and pulled the trigger.The burst of rapid fire was not loud, but bursts of shots with faint gunshots could still be heard.The white girl standing next to her was staring at the impact point on the target in a serious manner.

When Julie and Angie were concentrating on observing the shooting training, Amanda stood up and walked behind several people to open the box.Take out three automatic rifles, two shotguns, and three automatic pistols in turn and put them on the table under the awning.

"Baby, let me help you. Are these boxes filled with bullets?" Julie stood up, staring at the large and small square cardboard boxes in the box, and asked Amanda.

"Yeah. Uh... I'll start giving you lessons after their shooting is over," Amanda said.

"Oh, McLaren trainer. Huh, what if you don't speak as well as those two guys?" Jolie joked.

"You go on a date with the man in the black vest, I don't mind."

"Fuck you, he's not my flirt. Besides, I don't have tattoos like yours."

Amanda picked up a Glock 18 pistol on the table and said, "Really? What kind of tattoo do you want?"

At the same time, Julie picked up another Glock 18 on the table and said, "Um...don't know, maybe a rose?"

At the end of the shooting training on the grass in front, Angie took off the earphones and thought to himself, "It seems that the sound of this gun is not so loud, well, it seems that it is really produced for special forces as Amanda said. "

Standing up and walking to the table, staring at the various long and short guns on the table, he asked, "Amanda, I...can I try?"

Amanda laughed, picked up the AK47 without a magazine and said to her, "Hehe, of course. Take it, this is the model I specially asked for you."

"No way? I can? Thank you!" Anji took the AK47 in trepidation, not knowing where to put his hands.

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