Ready to depart
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Bullets have no eyes, thankfully bullets have no eyes.
The bullet pierced through the clothes, passed through Robert Wealthy's armpit, and embedded into the earth wall behind him.
This shot almost scared Robert Wealthy out of his wits.
How could such a small village have a g*n? Damn it, in trouble now, if I don't run now, then I'm a fool.
" Like the wind, he disappeared from the entrance.
The sound of gunfire coming from the east made Jason and the other two tense up for a moment, then they became puzzled.
What's going on? How come there was gunshots? Could it be that guy Robert Wealthy? He had a machine g*n, the sound was clearly different.
The three of them hid behind the wall, watching the east closely, prepared for any unexpected situations.
Before long, the tall figure of Robert Wealthy appeared in the moonlight, running hastily.
He only stopped by the wall, panting heavily, when he noticed Jason and the other two.
Jason couldn't fathom what situation could have frightened Robert Wealthy, who was holding a machine g*n, to this extent.
"Who was shooting?""That house to the east, damn it, they actually shot at me through the door c***k, so despicable.
If they have the guts, they should come out and fight like men," he cursed.
Jason finally understood.
Robert Wealthy, this troublemaker, was probably trying to show off in front of someone's door and almost got himself into trouble.
Hehe, there's really nothing to say.
It's a pity for his physique, it's a pity for that machine g*n.
Emily sneered beside him, "Mule, don't you have a machine g*n? Aren't you supposed to sweep through a large area? Coward.
" Robert Wealthy glared at Emily, "You little brat, who said I'm a coward? They're hiding behind the door and not coming out.
Should I just stand at the door like an i***t? It's called being smart and not taking unnecessary risks, you know? Besides, I haven't eaten anything for a day and a night.
If I had a full stomach, watch me teach them a lesson.
"Listening to Robert Wealthy's sophistry, Emily couldn't be bothered to argue with him.
Her gaze shifted to the machine g*n in Robert Wealthy's hands.
After staring at it for a while, her big eyes couldn't help but light up mischievously.
She turned a few times and said, "I do have food, but I have to stay alive on the road, can't bear to eat it! Sigh—"Rolling his eyes, Robert Wealthy retorted, "You little brat, just talk.
"As soon as he finished speaking, Emily suddenly had a steamed bun in her hand, placed it under her own little nose and sniffed it.
Robert Wealthy's eyes widened instantly.
After not eating anything for a day and a night, that dark bun now looked like a golden treasure shining in his eyes.
He stared at the bun intently, l*****g his lips, "Uh, well, I mean, young lady, you guys have had breakfast after all, but I've been up all night since last night.
Look, could you.
.
.
?"Without waiting for Robert Wealthy to continue rambling, Emily extended an empty little hand in front of Robert Wealthy, palm facing up.
Jason and Martin exchanged a helpless glance.
Fine, this little troublemaker is starting this habit again.
They should have just split the bread earlier.
Robert Wealthy stared dumbfounded at the small hand in front of him, "What does this mean?"Judging by the length of the drool dripping from Robert Wealthy's mouth, Emily thought to herself that she should play a good trick on him this time.
At least five bullets from him, no, it should be eight bullets at least.
So she said solemnly, "Give me bullets in exchange.
" Robert Wealthy was immediately taken aback.
After all that, was this little girl after this? He had long realized that this little girl wasn't very bright, but he didn't expect her to be this foolish.
Bullets were neither food nor drink; was she planning to embroider with them? What a clueless girl.
Since it was a trade, he decided to be straightforward.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a spare machine g*n magazine, slapping it onto the small hand in front of him.
"Take it, give me the bread.
" Seeing the heavy twenty-round fully loaded machine g*n magazine shining in the moonlight in her hand, Emily's big eyes revealed a look of disbelief.
She was stunned, as if in a dream, for the first time feeling like a frog at the bottom of a well.
She understood for the first time the true meaning of "don't judge a book by its cover.
" Excited beyond control, she stammered, "I wanted bullets, but this.
.
.
this magazine.
.
.
"Robert Wealthy snatched the bread from Emily's hand and began devouring it hungrily, mumbling as he replied, "If you don't want the magazine, take out the bullets, throw away the magazine.
It's a cumbersome thing, sharp and edgy.
It pokes me in the pocket.
".
.
.
Watching this absurd scene, not just Emily, but even Jason and Martin were dumbfounded.
A tall and burly man and a petite and delicate girl, both looking presentable, yet engaging in such a foolish transaction.
The contrast was too great.
Shouldn't their dialogues be swapped? What kind of world was this? Could this only happen in such chaotic times? Jason and Martin stared blankly at the two of them, then at each other, completely speechless.
From that moment on, Emily's attitude underwent a 180-degree transformation.
Seeing Robert Wealthy devouring the bread and choking, she disregarded Martin's disapproving look and forcefully handed Martin's water bottle to Robert Wealthy, urging him to gulp it down.
Emily's change wasn't due to a change in her perception of Robert Wealthy, but rather her realization that this Mule was a soft touch.
This discovery led her to greater ideals and ambitions.
Her mischievous eyes began frequently assessing the machine g*n in Robert Wealthy's hands.
Seeing Robert Wealthy belch in satisfaction, Emily quickly approached him, "Mule, I can tell you're a good person.
My judgment is never wrong, right?"Jason, hearing this, chuckled, finding the conversation oddly familiar.
Emily rolled her eyes at Jason and continued to Robert Wealthy, "Mule, you don't have to fight, but you still have to carry it all the way.
It must be exhausting, right? How about you just give it to me?"Robert Wealthy raised an eyebrow, "What? With your petite frame, you wouldn't be able to handle it even if I gave it to you.
""Well, then you don't have to worry.
Do you want to trade it or not?""What's there not to trade? How much money do you have? Enough to buy a lot of food.
"Emily didn't have any money, let alone herself, even the fox and Martin didn't have any.
Stumped for a moment, but unwilling to give up, she continued, "I don't have money, I've already given you a bread.
Think again, can we exchange for something else?"Robert Wealthy sat down against the wall and began to ponder.
The machine g*n was indeed a burden, and he was eager to get rid of it.
Now that the little girl had made a suggestion that aligned with his wishes, but without money or food, what else could they trade? After thinking for a while, he remembered the wealthy family to the east.
If they could open their doors, they could have anything they wanted, and he could settle a score.
Along the way, he noticed Jason and Martin showing great care for this clueless little girl.
Despite being a child, she seemed to have influence with her words.
It was worth a try.
Having made up his mind, Robert Wealthy spoke to Emily, and seemingly to everyone, "If you can open the door of that wealthy family, the machine g*n is yours.
How about it?"Before Jason and Martin could respond, Emily jumped up, "Deal!"Martin immediately objected, "Emily, are you out of your mind? Don't talk nonsense.
We are part of the resistance; we can't break the rules.
"At this moment, Emily couldn't care less about that.
She argued cunningly, "I know the rules better than you.
This isn't about ordinary people; he's a wealthy man, a landlord.
His family even has guns.
Can they be good people? They must be rich.
We fought against the rich in the old area, why can't we do it now?"Martin, unwilling to argue with the little girl over these useless matters, shook his head, "Emily, young lady, you better calm down.
If the organization finds out about this, they'll skin us alive.
Don't mess around.
"Emily, unyielding, retorted, "If you don't tell, and I don't tell, who will know? Break into his house, distribute his food to the villagers; this is robbing the rich to help the poor.
Why can't we do it?"Martin was out of patience and turned to Jason, who seemed to be the only one capable of reining in this unruly girl, hoping he could stop Emily's nonsense.
Seeing Martin silent and waiting for Jason to speak, Emily also looked at the always composed Jason, "Clever fox, you're my hero, right? Am I right?"Robert Wealthy also looked at Jason; it seemed that whether this plan would proceed was up to him.
Jason stood up calmly, dusted off his pants, stretched lazily, "Robbing the rich to help the poor! Well said! Girl, you've made progress.
Get ready to move out!"
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