17

【It's so lucky to be able to stay in the subway station without having to spend the night in a miserable subway station.】

After breathing a sigh of relief, Harry, who was lying on the soft and comfortable bed, thought. But while feeling grateful, a doubt in his heart also rose faintly.

Betty is a kind and generous girl in any other way except for the strange problem that loves to bring herself into the plot of the movie. Although she is a little shy when she is joking with her family, Betty quickly calmed down. After she generously accompanied Harry to have supper, she took Harry to the guest room on the second floor to rest.

To Harry's surprise, the second floor of the entire building was actually opened. Although the storefront of this restaurant and hotel is small, the area of ​​the rest space of the hotel is large. The carpets laid on the corridor are quite high-end, and the white walls have no place to be exploited and fall off. Although the oil paintings hanging on the walls are obviously imitations of world-famous paintings, they are by no means shoddy.

Especially the realistic pencil drawing in Harry's room happened to be Harry's favorite work in a local museum when he was a teenager. Harry carefully observed the forged work, and in any way, he could not find any difference between it and the original painting.

"This painting is..." Harry asked hesitantly.

"Fake." Betty replied without hesitation.

"Of course I know it's a fake, but the person who can imitate this fake..." Harry said.

"It's me," Betty said.

"Hehe... this was drawn three years ago. If you like it, I'll give it to you." Betty said with a smile indifferently.

After chatting with Harry for a few words, Betty stepped out. She didn't want to disturb Harry's rest, and after the daylight, Betty was tired now after excitement and nervousness.

Before going to bed, Harry observed the furnishings in the room. He found that it did not match the dilapidated environment outside the building. The specifications of the room Harry is completely the standard of an intermediate hotel. If the other twenty rooms are completely this level, it would be a lot of money to maintain such a level. The standards of this hotel are obviously inconsistent with the surrounding environment.

To operate and maintain such an industry, even people like Harry who knows almost nothing about business knows that they must have other sources of wealth.

Harry closed his eyes and his tired body quickly entered a state of sleep.

It's around 2 a.m.

Harry's bedroom door was gently pushed open.

A figure flashed in silently.

The lights in the corridor penetrated through the crack of the door, projecting the intruder's shadow onto the opposite wall. From the enlarged projection, the outline of the pistol was clearly seen in his hand. Slowly approaching Harry's bed, the intruder raised the gun in his hand and pointed the muzzle at Harry.

Harry, who turned his back to the intruder, was still sleeping soundly and had no reaction.

Calm down and breathed rapidly, the invader's fingers held the trigger.

At this moment, some slight sound suddenly came from behind him, and the invader hurriedly turned around. Behind him, he was empty and there was nothing unusual. After a long breath, he turned around again and approached Harry a few steps closer.

He stopped in front of Harry's bed. Seeing that Harry was still motionless, the invader couldn't help but hesitate. The man did not shoot, but just looked at Harry's back and whispered in a very low voice:

"Is this what Betty Cousin Betty said to be a master of gun use? Such a poor alertness, people who are so close to him have not woken up yet. If I fired, wouldn't he be killed in his sleep? Why has he not reacted at all until now?"

The speaker scratched his head with his left hand and said in confusion.

"Because your gun didn't even pull out the safety engine." said Harry, who was found to be sleeping.

The man was so scared that his hands shook, and the gun in his hand fell straight, so he had to hit his own toe.

"Oh, it hurts so much, it hurts..."

He covered his toes in pain and arched into the bed. It took him a long time to get up.

"And, there are no bullets in your gun now," Harry said, holding up the magazine in his hand.

"This...this...how did you do it?" The boy asked in surprise, looking at the empty pistol in the gun chamber.

"When you turned around when you were surprised by the ball of paper I threw behind you, I took it off." Harry said calmly.

The intruder was Des Neda, who has been listening to Betty praise Harry today after his cousin personally picked up the combination tool he had dreamed of for many years from Newtron City.

With Betty's rich fantasy power, Harry was not a human in her description. He was a perfect god in heaven. When Harry really appeared in front of the boy, he naturally had a temptation.

"You are indeed a real master." Diss looked at Harry with respect and excitement.

"I want to learn from you." Dis said firmly.

Harry closed his hair and looked at Des. Des looked back at Harry seriously. His expression had a heroic spirit that was not consistent with his age and would never give up until he achieved his goal.

After a while, Harry said, "If it were another child, my answer was only two words..."

"no."

"But you are different. When your cousin poured the pot of beans on your face during supper..." Having said this, Harry smiled before continuing.

"From the beginning to the end, your eyes have never been closed. Not only have you avoided all direct attacks, but you can also use a napkin to catch every bean that will fall to the ground with a napkin. You have dynamic vision far beyond ordinary people, stable wrists, and good predictive ability of moving objects..."

"You are a person who is born with the trait of being a top-notch gunman, that is..."

"You are a gun genius," Harry said affirmatively.

"Then, you agreed." Dis said in surprise.

"It's still not possible." Harry said firmly. (Dis fell head-on)

"Didn't you say I'm a genius with a gun?" Dies, who got up again, asked in anger, covering her nose.

"Talent is just one of the many conditions for becoming a first-class gunman, and it is not the most important condition. To be a top gunman who can be confident of being a warrior in the world, or even a level A-level or above abilities, you have to do much more than that." Harry said with a smile.

"So how can I become a master like you?" Dies asked hurriedly.

Harry placed the pillow behind his back, adjusted his seat, shook his head and said, "I have said that I can't teach you how to use a gun unless you can answer a question first."

"What's the problem? I can tell you whether it's Betty's cousin's measurement size, her room password, or even the hiding place of her underwear. Please ask quickly." Dis said anxiously with his hands in his hands.

Harry shook his head helplessly. The feeling that Dis gave him was as if the perverts in the club was as if he was worried whether he was cultivating another pervert.

A pervert with the strength of the world's first-class gunners.

"My question is very simple. You..."

"Why do you need to learn guns from me?"

"Do you have the power to control the life and death of others?"

"Do you want to be the best and satisfy your self-esteem?"

"still……"

"To be a hero admired by thousands of people, or..."

"For justice?"

Harry looked into Diss' eyes and asked him with a faint smile.
Chapter completed!