When the wasteland first started to feel a serious lack of security, Somo would probably have shot him immediately.

But times have changed, and in the face of such clumsy provocations, he can still smile and shake his head.

"You go, I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill anyone."

"Are you crazy?"

Bang.

A dazzling tongue of fire suddenly cut through the air, accompanied by a deafening explosion, and landed directly less than ten centimeters in front of the leading young man.

An obvious scorch mark was instantly left on the ground, and firelight splashed out, as if it was about to ignite the surrounding air.

"you"

The young man who spoke was almost scared to death.

The others were also frightened, all of them turned pale and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Remember, this is a wasteland. Before provoking a stranger next time, think about whether you are qualified." Sumo's voice was still calm, but the warning contained in it made people shudder.

Several people rolled away and crawled away without any trace of the arrogance they had when they appeared.

"Let's go, take me over to see where your father is."

Su Mo put the pistol back into the gun bag on his waist, only to find that Luo Jiao was not frightened, but her eyes kept changing following the hand that inserted the gun.

Her eyes were fixed on the dark and cold pistol, a hint of desire and stubbornness brewing in it.

I don't know why, but this stubbornness made a beautiful image appear in Sumo's mind.

"want to?"

Luo Jiao was stunned, then raised her head in astonishment, only to find that Su Mo took out the pistol from his gun bag unusually quickly and handed it over without hesitation.

"Can you shoot?"

"Won't."

"Take it, I'll teach you later."

Until the cold pistol was actually held in her hand, Luo Jiao was still dizzy and somewhat unresponsive.

Her index finger repeatedly rubbed the anti-slip pattern on the gun body, which was a strange feeling that she had never experienced before.

It was difficult for her to describe this feeling in words, but Sumo knew very well that it was a powerful feeling of controlling one's own destiny.

"who?"

A whistling sound was heard not far away, and Luo Jiao subconsciously raised her hand to take aim.

The imitation of the movie and TV show looks a bit clumsy, but the three people in the grass were scared to death.

"It's us, it's your Uncle Ma, don't shoot."

Ma Benchun shivered and walked out, followed by Lao Zhang and Lao Gong.

They ran away just now subconsciously. It wasn't until they ran a hundred meters away that they realized that Somo had a gun in his hand.

If you are so damn afraid of a hammer, how dare someone with a knife fight against someone with a gun?

Coupled with the sound of gunshots from behind, the three of them were convinced and quickly turned around and headed back.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they touched it, they saw Sumo handing the pistol to Luo Jiao with confidence. This made them so envious that they rubbed their teeth and their eyes turned red.

Gun.

A gun is a wasteland's life.

In this chaotic land, everyone has to rely on themselves. Having a gun in your hand means that you have the confidence to survive. You can protect yourself no matter what kind of danger you face. You are no longer like a rootless floating person.

Ping wandering around like that could die at any time.

And with it, you have the confidence to occupy resources, and you can even build your own small territory.

Such a generous gift to the little girl they just met made the three of them have a new understanding of Somo's heroism.

"Uncle Ma, I've really caused trouble for you."

Luo Jiao put down her hand, holding the gun tightly in her arms like a treasure, and then said apologetically.

She didn't blame the three of them for running away. Thinking from their perspective, she would have done the same thing.

After all, there was only a pure interest relationship between these people, how could they rise to the level of saving people? That is to say, she was so anxious that she couldn't hold back when she saw an acquaintance coming over.

Thinking of this, Luo Jiao couldn't help but raise her head and look at Somo.

I don’t know where this ‘cousin’ came from. Suddenly he was no longer a stranger and became familiar.

An inexplicable memory came out, as if there really was such a face that met Somo.

"What the hell, you kid is really big-hearted. If the rest of us hadn't just happened to meet your cousin coming over, we might have been in trouble today."

"These young people are so bold that they will kill anyone they see. If they encounter such cruelty outside, they will die without knowing how."

"Boss Ji must be kind, otherwise these young people will have to stay tonight."

The three of them said something to each other, which made Sumo a little funny.

In fact, he could feel that although those young people said they were happy, few of them actually had the courage.

The young man at the head was ruthless, and the others were all scornful.

In comparison, he was not as good as those ruthless people in the wasteland who had just started carving out his shelter.

This is also the real reason why Somo let these people go.

"Let's go to your father's place. Aren't they still surrounded?"

"Dear uncle, take it, I don't dare to use it." Luo Jiao handed over the pistol and shouted timidly.

The voice was crisp and soft, making Sumo look at it seriously.

Even though many places on the face have been sunburned, this is still a very young face.

If it wasn't the wasteland, she should be in high school, maybe in the first year of high school, or maybe in the second year of high school, reading books without any worries, looking forward to the future that adults say 'I won't care about you when you go to college'.

But now, she has to hide herself in the grass to avoid being chased by strangers.

Some people would point at her with machetes, and some would point at her with iron bars.

Everyone wanted her to die, but she had no intention of making others pay the price.

"If you don't dare to use this, just take what is given to you. My cousin still has it here."

Somo said, pulling up from his backpack.

Under the gaze of Ma Benchun and the other three people, whose eyes were about to pop out of their heads, Sumo pulled out a submachine gun as long as his forearm.

Compared to a pistol, this submachine gun is more powerful.

The overall shape is long and narrow, and the metal shell emits a cold luster under the moonlight, like a dormant snake, ready to spit out deadly venom at any time.

The three of them looked at each other with shock and disbelief in their eyes.

If the pistol is still within the scope of what they can understand, then this submachine gun clearly exceeds the standard.

How many such guns do their Mizuno Alliance guards have?

The handmade guns of the Guards flashed through my mind, and then I looked at this obviously finely crafted submachine gun.

Ma Benchun swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "Boss Ji, let's go next."

He didn't dare to follow.

He would still have the thought to follow the ordinary dragon crossing the river to see if he could slip through his fingers and pass it on to them.

But he didn't dare to keep this kind of sky-reaching dragon for a moment, for fear that the other party would accidentally yawn and kill them.

"You want to go too?"

Sumo smiled and said: "That's okay, the road is difficult to walk at night, so it would be more convenient if there are more people."

"I"

"You don't want to leave, do you?" Sumo stopped smiling and zipped up his backpack with his backhand.

"No, Boss Ji, how can we leave now?"

I really feel that accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger, and Ma Benchun's soul will be scared away.

The remaining two people were also frightened. Sumo glanced at them, and they nodded and refused to leave.

"That's good. Before I leave in the next few days, you can just follow me."

"I'll be in a good mood then, and maybe I can leave you some good stuff to make a fortune."

Sumo shook his backpack upwards, and there was a crisp metal collision sound inside.

Damn, you still have it?

Are you a munitions guy?

After the three people were shocked, they couldn't help but feel hot in their hearts. What is a good thing to make a fortune?
To be continued...