On Friday afternoon, Ma Long brought him a flamethrower and military weapon.

This thing consists of an oil barrel and an oil injection pipe, and weighs about 20 kilograms.

After seeing this, Chen Song remembered the sprayer in his hometown. It was a necessary tool for farming. The two were very similar. Of course, all the flamethrowers were made of steel and aluminum alloy, which looked more technologically illustrious.

Ma Long taught him to use it that the pressure source of this thing is compressed air, which can hold 10 to 18 liters of oil, and can be continuously sprayed for several seconds or 3 to 10 times, and the maximum range can reach 80 meters under ideal conditions.

After teaching, he warned Chen Song about the dangers of this weapon. The flamethrower is no better than a firearm. If this thing is not well controlled, it will turn into a roast chicken.

Chen Song knew this. He studied it very seriously and tried his best to ensure that the operation was completely fine.

Before leaving, Ma Long couldn't help asking, "Vins, why are you buying this thing?"

Chen Song said: "I will open up the wilderness after autumn. You know, there are many weeds in the wasteland, so I will burn them to death with this."

Ma Long was shocked: "You buy a military flamethrower to burn the weeds? Is that the reason why you want to hunt wild rats is to buy a set of howitzers?"

Chen Song asked with interest: "Then do you have howitzers?"

Ma Long left without saying a word and expressionlessly.

When he left, Clay ran into the manor with his schoolbag on his back. The two met. Malone continued to be expressionless. Clay was startled and stood at the door with his neck shrank and stood as if he was standing in a punishment, as if he was silent.

Seeing the boy instantly go from jumping around to dying, Chen Song laughed: "Are you afraid of that uncle?"

Clay smiled and said, "No, I'm not afraid, I just trembled in my heart when I saw him. He is a killer, right? He must be a killer, and the killer is like that."

"What does it look like?"

Clay said: "What we see is, I know, that's the killer."

Chen Song didn't understand Ma Long's past, but according to Porter's identity, he guessed that this man might have worked as a killer.

Chen Song asked the boy again, "Isn't studying on weekends? Why are you here tonight?"

"Show you something good." Clay put down his schoolbag in great enthusiasm and took out a box. After opening the box, there were some painting paper balls inside, and when he opened the paper ball, there was a plastic bag.

Chen Song was shocked: "What are you doing? Show me Russian dolls?"

Clay carefully opened the plastic bag, which contained an orange-yellow egg about the size of his fist: "Look, what is this?"

Chen Song was really stumped: "Is this the egg of a big bird? No, no, it doesn't have an eggshell."

The egg is beautiful, but it seems that it has no eggshell. When Clay puts it in his hand, he clearly saw the thing bounce, and it looks more like a rubber elastic ball.

"Yes, it's a bird's egg," said Clay. "Then guess what kind of bird's egg it is? I can touch it, let's make a bet. If you can't guess, can you give me a vacation this weekend?"

Chen Song raised his face and said, "Gambling is something that the devil doesn't want to touch. You are still a child, and you can't touch it. So this is the stork egg, right? It's a skin when it's cooked, right?"

"No." Clay shook his head, "Give it to you, you touch it."

Chen Song took it into his hand, it was cool, refreshing, soft and tough, like amber carved out, and looked faintly translucent in front of the sun: "Is it a goose egg?"

"No, I'll give you another chance."

Chen Song said unhappily: "Then I'll also give you a puzzle to gamble, you can try it."

"You said." The young man was eager to try, "I read encyclopedia every day and understand a lot."

"Well, if the two loves last for a long time, what is the next sentence?"

The boy was stunned: "What kind of bet is this?"

"I bet you don't know what the next sentence is." Chen Song said.

The boy said, "I bet I don't know, but this is not the same thing."

Chen Song said: "It's just one thing. I bet I can't guess what kind of bird this egg is, but no matter what kind of bird it is, you are very cruel. How can you peel it off?"

"Not cruel at all, you eat this kind of egg every day." Clay blurted out.

Chen Song was shocked: "Is this an egg? Such a big egg?"

Clay was stunned, then looked depressed: "The prompt I gave you is too clear."

Chen Song laughed loudly. This stupid child still wants to fight with him? He is so naive. This is a commendable courage. The little fox fights Pu Songling bravely.

It's nothing strange. The reason why this egg became like this was because it was soaked in acetic acid for a day. They were in nature class today, and the teacher taught them some chemistry knowledge.

After putting away the eggs, Chen Song asked casually: "What are you going to do on the weekend? Are you asking your little girlfriend to go out for fun?"

Clay said with his head down, "The weekend is a battle of hell. Of course I have to participate, at least to see the fun."

Chen Song said, "This is not delayed. The Battle of Hell is tomorrow. You can go and participate. Let's put the study matters for the week. You can study for a day, but I am not at home in Zhou Tian."

Clay's eyes suddenly glared: "Ah? Is it? It's such a pity, it's a pity."

He almost jumped up with regret.

Chen Song touched his head and said, "It's okay, it's not a pity, no regrets, I'll assign you homework, come here to do your homework. Remember, if you can't finish your homework, you will be told to your parents."

Clay almost shed tears: "No, right? The Battle of Hell is very tiring. I have to take a day off after participating, otherwise how can I go to school on Monday?"

Chen Song said: "In this way, you will have a rest during the day on Sunday and come to make up for the lessons in the evening. I will come back in the evening. In this way, you can warm up the Monday class at night, kill three birds with one stone, perfect."

Clay closed his eyes in despair.

After teasing him enough, Chen Songcai pretended to be reluctant and said, "Oh, it's really inhumane to have to bear such a lot of academic pressure at a young age. As your teacher, you know, I'm kind and gentle, right?"

“Yes, yes.”

"So I'll have a holiday this weekend, and I'll have to go to the Battle of Hell tomorrow. Remember to cheer for the teacher."

"Okay, okay, teacher, I will ask my classmates to form a cheerleading team to cheer for you, cheer and fight!"

"Beautiful! That's all, let's go and make up for a lesson tonight."

“no!”

Because there will be traditional activities in the town tomorrow, the bars in the town are unprecedentedly lively, and many people gather in the bars to discuss tactics.

Porter drove back again, and Malone went back to tell him about the activities in the town. He liked violent conflict the most, so he brought his beloved horse to the event.
Chapter completed!