Los Angeles defector

Worry

Under the moonlight, the group of mountains turned into dark silhouettes, undulating around.

In a secluded valley sheltered from the wind, the light of the campfire flickered with the occasional night breeze, embracing three figures and providing them with warmth.

Emily sat by the campfire, gnawed on the last chicken leg bone, casually tossed it into the fire, licked her fingers clean, and discontentedly said to Robert Wealthy, "Mule, why didn't you bring out a few more chickens back then? You've almost eaten one of these two chickens by yourself.

How can the four of us have enough? You're so foolish.

" "What? Girl, you've got to speak with some conscience.

When we caught these two chickens, you were still finding them a burden and making fun of me.

If you guys hadn't rushed me impatiently, I was planning to catch all the chickens in the backyard!" Robert Wealthy glared with dissatisfaction.

Martin had just finished eating, wiping his mouth.

According to the plan, he should be heading to the mountaintop to replace Jason on guard duty.

However, he didn't hurry to get up.

He smiled and said to Emily, "Emily, can I discuss something with you?" Emily tilted her head to look at Martin.

This expression seemed to be her most common one, smiling so unnaturally, insincere in her eyes, and lacking genuine actions, far worse than her own acting skills.

She blinked her big eyes and said, "Let's discuss it!" "Now that you have a g*n and plenty of bullets, you won't even need those 'Broomhandle' bullets.

Can you share some with me? You know, I only have one box of bullets for my 'Broomhandle'.

I gave you one in the Nameless Village, and I used up the remaining nineteen bullets in the daytime battle.

" "Oh, that's true.

" Emily blinked her eyes and thought, "Martin's request isn't unreasonable.

It wouldn't hurt to give him some.

But if I just give it to him for no reason, it feels uncomfortable.

It's just a matter of habit.

How can one let a goose fly by without plucking a feather? But now, Martin doesn't have anything valuable on him.

What else could he ask for?" After some thought, Emily finally came up with a condition, "Here's the deal: If you join the Ninth Squad, I'll give you the bullets.

" "Huh? Why do I have to join the Ninth Squad?" Martin knew that this girl had no hint of mercy, but he didn't expect this kind of condition.

Emily swayed her two braids and said, "Who doesn't know that I, Emily, have great insight? I would definitely go to great lengths for my comrades.

If you join the Ninth Squad, then we'll be comrades.

" "Ah? So.

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aren't we comrades now?""Second Company also claims they are my comrades.

Have you seen any of them being polite to me?" Martin was speechless.

In Emily's mind, her understanding of the term 'comrade' was just too narrow, always needing to fit into a small circle to be considered as such.

The Ninth Squad wasn't even a proper designation to begin with, and having Sandy Sniffles as the squad leader made it even more absurd.

On second thought, being a signalman wasn't all that exciting; apart from running errands, there wasn't much to gain.

Today was quite enjoyable, so whether or not to join the Ninth Squad didn't really matter anymore.

"Even if I agree to join the Ninth Squad, it still needs the approval of the Company Commander and the Staff Officer, right?""If Sandy Sniffles can be a squad leader, who says you, Martin, can't be better than him? So, will you join or not?""I will join.

" As soon as Martin finished speaking, Emily opened her shoulder bag and pulled out that canvas pouch, carefully rummaging through it in the light of the campfire.

She found over twenty 'Broomhandle' bullets in total and handed them all to Martin.

After the transaction was completed, Emily seemed to suddenly remember something and spoke again, "Martin, the rule in our team is that battlefield captures are to be turned in, right?" "Yes.

" "If we were to return to the unit, with your current gear.

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" Emily said, glancing at the Type 38 rifle in Martin's hands and the bulging ammo box around his waist.

"This is just my personal gear, the unit shouldn't mind, right?" "What about these bullets and grenades?" These spoils of war captured during the day were naturally treated by Emily as her own personal belongings.

Martin chuckled, "I guess they definitely need to be turned in.

" Emily sighed unexpectedly, raised her hand to rub her nose, and looked down at the campfire dejectedly, feeling troubled.

Watching the cute troubled look on Emily's face, Martin couldn't help but feel a hint of satisfaction.

"You mischievous little troublemaker, so you have your moments too, huh? Let's see how long you can hold on to those bullets.

It's about time you experienced this feeling as well.

I'll add fuel to the fire.

" With that, he added, "Not just that, even this machine g*n might need to be reassigned.

" Ah? Her mood was already like a torrential downpour, and now she was struck by lightning.

The little girl almost fainted.

Seeing his words take effect, Martin immediately stood up.

"Alright, I need to go stand guard on the hill.

Off I go!" His figure then disappeared into the moonlit night.

Emily was staring into the campfire, lost in thought.

On the opposite side, Robert Wealthy hunched his broad frame, adjusting into a comfortable position to rest for a while.

Suddenly, a rock flew over from the other side and hit him.

Irritated, he exclaimed, "Hey! Little girl, why did you throw that at me? Can't you see I'm about to sleep?" With her two braided pigtails raised and her big eyes wide open, Emily glared at Robert Wealthy across the campfire.

"The machine g*n is almost gone, and you want to sleep?" "Didn't I already give you the machine g*n? What's it got to do with me?""You still need to join the Ninth Division!""As long as I get fed, what's the difference which division I join!""When the time comes, you better claim that the machine g*n is yours.

If you don't leave the machine g*n with the Ninth Division, you won't join the resistance!" "I don't care about this nonsense!""Ouch—" Another stone hit Robert Wealthy, this time it hurt a bit, and he couldn't help but cry out.

"Are you crazy, throwing with such force!""My whole life's fortune is at stake here.

If I can't protect it, no one will have it easy!""You're just a kid, where do you get 'whole life' from!""Do you remember what I said?""I don't care!""Believe me, when the fox comes back, I'll have him deal with you!""I was sleeping peacefully, why should he!"".

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""I'm going to sleep!"Clatter—As Robert Wealthy lay down, he felt another hit on his body.

This crazy girl was really out of her mind.

Hastily getting up just in case, he realized this time the object thrown from the other side of the campfire wasn't a stone, but dollars! Four dollars scattered around him, shining brightly under the moonlight and campfire, exactly the four dollars that Emily got from the Song family.

Robert Wealthy picked up the four dollars, weighed them in his hand, and clenched them tightly.

He solemnly said to Emily, "Girl, I, Robert Wealthy, am definitely a loyal person.

You asked me for this favor, which shows that you respect me, no doubt about it.

I will help you without hesitation, you just watch!"Emily stared at Robert Wealthy across from her, brazenly making his statements, which made her furious to the core.

"Pah—if you mess this up, I'll make you understand how powerful I am!" The campfire continued to burn, casting light on the little girl's furrowed brow.

The issue of the machine g*n had been arranged, but what about these bullets and grenades? Worrisome!