Chapter 2289 Go to Hell, You Weird Lying Bird

Winter nights in Seoul are very cold.

In the tent near the foot of the mountain, Kailan and I lay on a thick sheepskin blanket, covered with a light and comfortable deerskin quilt, and slept in each other's arms. It was very warm and comfortable.

From another tent about ten meters away from us, several mournful moans could be heard from time to time. They were the uncontrollable painful wails of those who had lost their limbs.

It's really hard for Mr. Bai Jingyu. He's quite old and still has to endure the torture of wailing in another tent.

This night, some people had a very comfortable life, and some people had a very difficult time.

Just after breakfast the next day, the transport team hurried over and lifted up the thick tarpaulin. A large truck with thousands of rounds of yellow-orange revolver standard bullets was displayed in front of us.

Under the bright sunshine, a particle bullet reflected dazzling golden light and almost stung my eyes.

"Ah! What a dazzling light!" I covered my eyes and screamed loudly.

"Hey, hey, hey! Is it that exaggerated?" Kailan hit me on the shoulder and said disdainfully.

You moved your hand away and looked sideways. You didn't cover it with your hands, but you closed your eyes. You closed them so tightly that your eyelids were wrinkled into folds.

After the handover was completed, the transport team hurriedly turned back.

Watching them leave, Kailan excitedly grabbed a handful of bullets and stuffed them into the gun chamber.

I have to praise here. Although the blacksmiths in York and Han are human beings, they are no less skilled and refined than goblins and elves.

The bullets were neither big nor small, and they fit right into the barrel of the gun. Kailan nodded with satisfaction: "These bullets are definitely not made by ordinary blacksmiths!"

"How can I see it?"

She brought one of them to me and said seriously: "Take off the gauntlet and touch it."

Following her instructions, I took off my right gauntlet and felt the cold and hard shell of the bullet with my skin.

After experiencing it for a while, I exclaimed: "It's so slippery."

"Hmm, where are you touching?" Kailan said angrily, her cheeks turning red.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I'm just saying, how can a bullet be soft and warm?" I said, reluctantly moving my hand away from Kailan's little hand, and gently stroking the bullet shell again.

This time, I found a clue.

"On the casings of these bullets."

"There are not obvious hot characters, right?" Kailan said: "This is not the practice of ordinary blacksmiths, but a habit of blacksmith masters. They will burn their own marks or words on the works they are satisfied with. .”

"Oh, Your Majesty is really troublesome."

"Isn't that right?" Kailan said melancholy, "This is the first time I've seen a master forger forge revolver bullets."

"Okay, no matter if they are produced by a master or not, these are all yours. Use them well. If not, I will get them for you if they are not enough. As long as you can open the door, everything will be worth it."

Kailan rolled his eyes at me and muttered, "Idiot who doesn't understand the charm." Then he picked up the revolver and walked towards the east side.

I scratched my head, wondering why I didn't understand Fengqing, but after much thought, I couldn't think of a reason, so I stopped thinking about it and quickly followed her.

There are plenty of bullets, and Kailan's performance naturally allows him to do whatever he wants.

The bullets were used like a water gun, and within a short time, hundreds of bullets were fired.

Looking at the yellow and orange bullet casings on the ground, and then looking at the metal shell that had been ravaged by hundreds of bullets until it was pitted, I suddenly had the illusion that I was watching a Hollywood shootout movie.

Kailan's movements still didn't stop, and the crackling gunshots continued.

At this time, she had put the revolver she usually used back into her waist and replaced it with another beautiful revolver that she had always treasured.

As the bullets were fired, the muzzle of the revolver bloomed with gorgeous brilliance.

After firing dozens more bullets, Kellan stopped and kept turning the beautiful revolver.

Glancing at the ammunition truck, I saw that only a quarter of it had been used, and there was still plenty of ammunition.

I took out my handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead and temples: "Are you tired?"

"I'm not tired, but the gun doesn't work anymore." She raised the muzzle of the gun and said to me, "Look, the barrel of the gun is so hot that it's about to deform. If I fire a few dozen more shots, I'll definitely be done with it."

Glancing at the black muzzle of the gun, my scalp tightened, and I quickly pushed the muzzle away: "It's okay to take a break. If the gate of the other base is not opened, the cherished weapon will be destroyed first, which is not worth the gain."

"Hmph, if you can open the door, what if you use this gun?"

"I'm afraid it won't open."

"You have so little confidence!" Kailan hit me on the head with the butt of his gun: "As a man of mine, you must always maintain confidence and never be discouraged!"

"You want to make more money, right?"

"You are very knowledgeable~" Kailan rolled her eyes at me charmingly.

Bai Jingyu walked quickly from the other side of the hill. His face was solemn and he said, "Sir, someone is looking for you."

On the south side of the mountain, two men in black casual clothes stood upright next to the tent, like two dark pillars.

Seeing that they were dressed in ordinary clothes and had ordinary looks, but they contained a sinister and murderous aura, I immediately guessed their identities, but I remained calm and said calmly: "You two are looking for me, what do you want me to say?"

The two of them bowed and said respectfully: "We are here to assist the master as ordered by our mentor."

Sure enough, these two people were the disciples of Boss Ren, the interrogators who came to assist me in my torture.

His eyes moved forward and fell on the ears of the two people, and found that their auricles were slightly thicker. They probably used some secret method of disguise to fold their ears.

"What else did your mentor say?"

"Except for the mission, my mentor never talks much," the two said in unison.

"Then what is the task assigned by your mentor?"

"Completely obey the master's orders."

The two said in unison again.

"Very well," I said, "Bring the things."

Without thinking, one of them reached into his arms, took out a folded white paper, and held it up with both hands.

Unfolding the white paper, there were several large characters written on it, which were the handwriting of Simmons Locke.

There is no doubt that these two people are really the disciples of Boss Ren.

"Sorry to bother you two." I pointed at the adventurer and the village chief's grandson and said, "Drag them back."

The two bowed and took action quickly.

As the interrogator left, only me, Kailan, Bai Jingyu and the village chief were left here.

The village chief is not dead yet, but he is just hanging on.

I asked Bai Jingyu to take good care of him, at least he'd better not die until I complete the task.

I want him to witness with his own eyes that the metal mountain bag is not a cursed place, but a crystallization of ancient technology and a coveted wealth.

After taking a short break, Kailan continued to work. More than half an hour had passed and more than two thousand rounds of bullets had been used, but the metal mountain bag still showed no response.

However, a sad thing happened. The barrel of the revolver that Kailan cherished was deformed due to overheating.

Angry, Kailan threw the revolver hard and hit the metal mountain bag with a dull sound.

The next second, she quickly filled the revolver with bullets, pointed it at the mechanical bird flying in the air, and said bitterly: "Go to hell, you weird lying bird!"