Chapter 121 This time, we will not take the usual path
Banxia hummed a song leisurely, threw her thick coat on the bed, then bent down and picked up Grandpa Huang who was curled up on the floor. The weasel half-closed his button-like eyes, and his furry tail hung down in a curl. Since the beginning of winter, Grandpa Huang's spirit has been increasingly weak, probably because of the low temperature. His old bones have become increasingly stiff, but the weasel has no habit of hibernation, so he remains half-awake and drowsy all day long.
"Go out and play."
Banxia threw it into the living room, and Grandpa Huang suddenly woke up, ran out quickly and got up.
Normally she wouldn't let Grandpa Huang enter the bedroom. After all, weasels are not cats or dogs. The scent glands on the bodies of mustelids emit a foul odor almost all the time. The smell is highly penetrating and cannot be washed away. The odor will continue as long as it is alive. When the teacher is around, they can only use perfume and floral water to cover up the strong body odor of Grandpa Huang. They sprayed the weasels with expired perfume, just like the noble ladies in medieval Europe who did not take a bath all year round.
With a series of "chi chi chi" sounds, the latter opened his innocent little eyes with a look of confusion.
"Mom and Dad, have you seen where my quiver is hung?" Banxia bent down to look under the bed, then looked at the wall. "Quiver, quiver, where are you? Did you hear me calling you? If you hear me, please answer me!"
"It's better to have a dream of the beautiful spring, where the grass smells sweet."
Unable to find it in the room, she skipped briskly into the living room, humming something.
“You carry your dreams with you…”
Banxia found the quiver, which was stuffed in the drawer of the TV cabinet. She didn't know when it was put there. The girl unfolded it and slapped it hard. The nylon bag was quite sturdy and durable. After so many years of use, the strap had not worn out.
Banxia hadn't gone out hunting for a long time. She had been consuming her food reserves, and her fresh water was almost gone. Fortunately, it had rained a little two days ago, and Big Eyes was still patrolling nearby. For safety reasons, Bai Yang suggested that she not leave Meihua Villa.
The presence of big eyes made the girl quite annoyed. Banxia was a person who was used to being free. The whole city of Nanjing belonged to her. She could go wherever she wanted and no one could control her. But suddenly one day she was restricted in every way. Not to mention walking around, even making a fire and cooking had to be done secretly. A smokeless stove that had been dug would have to be re-dug within a few days. Banxia was sweating profusely while digging with an engineer shovel. As she was digging, her mentality collapsed. She threw the shovel into the pit and sat down sulking.
I was sulking and crying at the same time. I felt so wronged, but I didn't know why I felt wronged.
Anyway, I feel wronged.
Banxia stuffed the sharpened wooden arrows into the quiver one by one. Arrows are harder to make than bows, and each arrow needs to be recycled and maintained. Thirty arrows can be used for a long time.
She hung all the arrows on the wall, sorted out her bow and arrows, and then took out the black, thick and long cannon barrel - the Remington 870 pump-action shotgun.
With a "click", sharp murderous intent burst out from between the fingers.
Banxia wiped the gun carefully, from head to tail, and then from tail to head. In this era, force is the foundation of survival. With this gun, Banxia is a creature standing at the top of the food chain and ecological niche in Nanjing. Nothing can challenge her position. Don't look at her as a cute girl. She has mastered the most powerful violence and has the power of life and death over almost all other creatures in the world, as long as the opponent walks into the range of 870.
However, after the big eye appeared, the Remington 870 was a bit not enough. Banxia hoped to have a bigger cannon so that she could blow away the big eye with one shot.
With a series of "ding-dong" sounds, the girl poured out all the heavy bullets in the bag. The brass-colored 9mm steel-core bullets and the crimson-shelled No. 12 shotgun shells rolled all over the coffee table. She counted them and found that there were 31 pistol bullets and 22 shotgun shells. The imitation 54 pistol magazine could hold 17 rounds of bullets, so there were only two magazines with so many bullets, and the Remington 870 could hold eight rounds of bullets. The shotgun shells in Banxia's hand were enough for three reloads.
She loaded her pistol and shotgun with ammunition. The extra bullets did not need to be carried and would not be used. She put on her personal carrying gear, elbow and knee pads, and carried a backpack. Fully armed, Banxia performed a quick high-kick in the hall.
In less than half a minute, I was exhausted.
"It's so heavy. I can't run with all these things." The girl sat down panting, put down her backpack, took the shotgun off her shoulder, and stretched out her long legs on the sofa, pretending to be dead. "It's too damn heavy..."
She lifted her sweaty hair and her eyes fell on the black shotgun. The empty Remington 870 weighed more than three kilograms. Banxia imagined in her mind how she would escape if she was discovered by Big Eyes outside. Finally, she shook her head. Carrying so many burdens on her would mean a dead end.
Try again.
After a short rest, she was ready for battle again, fully equipped, and pounced from the living room into the bedroom like a tiger rushing down from the mountain. Her chin was hit by the butt of a gun, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't speak for half an hour.
“Hiss—ha—”
Banxia grimaced as she applied alcohol in front of the mirror. Her chin was visibly swollen. She kicked the bathroom wall angrily: "Die, die, die, die, die!"
After scolding, she still had to do it again. This time, she fixed the butt of the shotgun, stood in the living room, slowly bent over, gathered strength in her waist and legs, leaped forward like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, crawled on the ground, entered the bedroom, and looked around vigilantly - "Safe!"
"Roll and get into cover!"
Banxia began to roll tactically——
Can't roll.
The backpack was too big and got stuck.
Banxia lay on her side on the floor, trying hard to roll over, but the backpack behind her was like a huge rock. She struggled with the backpack for a long time, jumping around like a salted fish on a chopping board. Finally, Banxia gave up and lay on the floor thinking about life: Even if I have a great reputation throughout my life, I will eventually be killed by a backpack?
"Again."
She dropped her backpack and tried again.
This time it rolled without any obstacles, all the way from the bedroom door to under the bed, rolling smoothly, flowing like clouds and water, like a lotus emerging from water.
It rolled so well that Banxia also wanted to perform for BG.
Before going out every time, Banxia would clean up the house tidy and neatly. This was the teacher's advice. It was necessary to check the equipment before going out, especially the weapons. She would carry a gun with bullets loaded in her hand fifty meters away from home. But this time Banxia decided not to bring a shotgun. This thing would not have any other function except adding weight. No one with a normal brain would try to confront Big Eyes head-on with a gun.
The logic of this action was different from the previous ones. Usually she could be fully armed and walk slowly in the middle of the street, but not today.
Banxia repeatedly streamlined her equipment, reduced the weight, ensured that her movements were not hindered, made sure the backpack was no wider than her shoulders to avoid getting caught when climbing and drilling, tightened the waist and abdomen straps, and used her waist and hips to bear the weight to reduce physical exertion. She used all the experience taught by the teacher.
Facing the mirror, Banxia jumped lightly. The girl in the mirror looked very energetic.
This time when she went out, she didn't take the usual route.
She was going on a long journey to pick up a time-granting item, which was probably the most important time-granting item in human history. Banxia drew two circles on the map, one at the Zitai office building and the other at the Mochou Lake subway station.
"BG, the route you planned for me is a straight line, along Zhongshan East Road, straight to the Drum Tower Square?"
"Yes, Miss, this is the route we planned, OVER."
"But I don't see any signs of planning. If I want to go there, I will also take this road. So is there any need for this plan?"
"That's what great minds think alike, Miss. However, this is indeed the route planned by the expert group. It is relatively safest for you to take this route. OVER."
Bai Yang put down his microphone, turned around and shouted towards the living room: "Can you please keep your voice down? I'm on the line!"
The living room was in chaos.
(End of this chapter)
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