Cheng Bin soon, Emily had a deep understanding of this. Basically, everyone who had seen it with her own eyes would leave a deep impression, even faster than Dong Ge.

In fact, Cheng Bin's speed of shooting has exceeded the range that normal people can understand, and is a level that no one can believe if they say it, and even cannot believe it after seeing it with their own eyes.

The three men obviously didn't know that they were facing a fast gunman, so although they remained vigilant, they were not ready for battle. Not only did they not hold the gun in their hands and aimed at Cheng Bin at all times to shoot, they also put some of their attention on Rebecca.

In addition to the difficulty of seeing beautiful women on the wasteland, it is also because Rebecca is holding a gun in his hand. It is obvious that they don't understand who the gun is most dangerous.

So when Cheng Bin drew his gun and shot, the three of them didn't even understand what had happened and were shot and fell to the ground.

Cheng Bin carried the revolver and walked up quickly, completely ignoring the corpses on both sides. He stepped on the fat man's right hand and crushed it a few times, abolishing the possibility of him pulling a gun from his waist's gun bag, and said to him: "It's a pity, it seems that we can't make friends anymore."

The short and fat man realized that he had messed with someone he could not mess with. He trembled and opened his mouth and whispered: "Help."

Cheng Bin glanced at him, turned around and said to Rebecca, "Come here."

This was the first time Rebecca had learned about Cheng Bin's efficiency in killing. She calmed down and calmed her excitement. Then she ran to Cheng Bin's side, looked at the man under Cheng Bin's feet and said, "Do you want to bandage him?"

"What?" Cheng Bin was stunned for a moment, looked at her and said, "Why?"

"We won," Rebecca said. "So show tolerance to the losers." She said smartly: "That's what the story says."

Cheng Bin nodded and said, "The books you read are from the prehistoric era, right?"

Rebecca nodded for granted, "No one has written books in this era."

"That's really something to celebrate," Cheng Bin said. Then he pointed to the man under his feet and "kill him."

"What?" Rebecca's eyes moved between Cheng Bin and the man several times, and finally confirmed that Cheng Bin was not joking. She shouted, "I can't do this."

"Don't you want to be a hunter?" Cheng Bin said: "Have you ever seen hunters bandage wounds on prey? Wrap the wound before eating it?"

"But he is human." Rebecca screamed.

"So I didn't want to eat him," said Cheng Bin.

It seemed that he didn't mean to take care of Rebecca's emotions, and said steadily: "Let's spread the things out." He said: "In the wasteland, everything, whether dead or alive, is the target of the hunter."

He said, "You know why I asked you to take a closer look at the mistakes these guys have made?"

"In the wasteland, never walk to strangers casually." He looked down at the man with a terrified face at his feet, "I would like to give you a piece of advice. If you still want to make friends with people wandering in the wilderness in the next life, it is best to choose a dead person."

After saying that, he looked up at Rebecca and said, "Leave it to you, don't let his pain last too long."

Rebecca watched Cheng Bin walk past him in amazement, while walking, he took apart the bullet nest of the revolver, poured out the bullet inside, then threw away the empty shell, and refilled the new bullets.

"I can't do it." Rebecca shouted loudly at Cheng Bin's background.

Cheng Bin waved his hand and signaled her to let her do whatever she wanted.

The sky finally darkened, and the bonfire kept jumping between the rocks and the off-road vehicle, outlining shadows of different light and darkness, as if it was the embodiment of infinite malice hidden in the darkness.

Rebecca threw away the pistol, covered her ears with her hands and curled up in the cracks of the stones, murmured as she couldn't hear clearly.

Cheng Bin sat cross-legged next to the fire, cleaning the gun with a piece of cotton cloth in the light of the fire. In the darkness, low moans came from time to time, but obviously he didn't care about it.

"You can't do it well, can you give him some fun?" Rebecca finally couldn't help it. She held up and glared at Cheng Bin and said, "It was obvious that you missed the shot and did not die. This is your mistake."

"No." Cheng Bin said calmly: "I never missed the shot, so this is not my mistake."

After a while, Rebecca realized that she looked at Cheng Bin in disbelief, "So you did it on purpose."

"You don't want to be a hunter." Cheng Bin reassembled the guns in his hand at a steady speed, and then said, "I understand how to send you back to Maple Leaf Town."

Rebecca stared at him viciously, bent down to pick up his pistol, and walked out strode. Soon, gunfire came from the darkness, one after another.

"Damn." Cheng Bin cursed in a low voice. The gun that Rebecca had was the Glock he gave her. It was seventeen rounds of magazines. Cheng Bin didn't fill her up. He was mainly worried that the girl would hold her and not let go when she fired the gun. When the bullets flew around, it was obvious that the more she accidentally injured her friendly forces - that is, Cheng Bin himself would be.

However, ten bullets were enough to whip the corpse. Cheng Bin felt pain when he thought that he might have to clean up the bloody corpse after dawn.

After the gunshot stopped, it took a while before Rebecca walked back with Glock who had emptied the magazine, and reached out his left hand to Cheng Bin in silence.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Bin looked at her and said, "I don't think it's a good idea to shake hands now."

"Bullet." Rebecca said at him. It seemed that she was in a bad mood, and her original quarrel had changed.

Cheng Bin silently reached out and took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over. Rebecca impatiently tweeted Cheng Bin's hand holding the handkerchief, "Thank you, I didn't cry, give me a bullet."

"It's not for you to wipe your eyes." Cheng Bin pointed to the corner of his mouth, "It's not wiped clean here."

Rebecca did not take the handkerchief, but continued to stare at him, then suddenly turned around and ran towards the middle of the river, where there was water.

"Do you still want to eat something?" Cheng Bin shouted in a higher voice, but Rebecca did not respond to him.

Cheng Bin shrugged, thinking that he would kill a seriously injured and dying person with ten bullets and vomit all the food he had just eaten. The cost is really not low. He is worthy of being a young lady from Salt Lake City, and he is almost going to make a fuss.

After a while, Rebecca returned to the campfire. Her hair was wet and she looked like she had not only washed her face.

"Dry it." Cheng Bin threw the handkerchief over, "Beware that the cold turns into pneumonia, there is no herd immunity here."

"I'm in good health." Rebecca took the handkerchief and said in a muffled voice: "You did it on purpose."

"If possible," Cheng Bin said: "I hope more people will experience the peace and quiet of the years." He looked at the bonfire between the two and said: "It's just that I don't want to carry the burden for you."
Chapter completed!