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Chapter 332 The Dangerous Game of Texas Children
... makes sense.

Just as He Nan was thinking this way, he noticed that Tom Severed Finger began to talk more.

Language is also getting excited.

At this time, he realized that what he just said might be true or false.

...or just plain bullshit.

Because, Broken Finger Tom seems to be getting into a bit of a state.

It's just that under the influence of alcohol, the brain starts to be uncontrollable and bragging.

Ho Nan remembered that when he first met him, Tom had a similar situation.

But he kind of forgot how Tom was bragging at the time... It seemed that he could fight ten gangsters by himself?
He Nan felt that according to his state at that time, it would be good to be able to exchange one for another.

There are ten more, thanks to New York State's bragging about not paying taxes.

His conjecture about Tom was really verified when Tom started talking about his experience in the gang.

He boasted several brave battle experiences here.

You will even feel that he is a superhero after hearing it.

One against ten is nothing at all.

People can fight a hundred with one with a mortal body.

For fourteen hours one man guarded the barn against a hundred members of a rival gang.

Good guy, when He Nan heard this, even 996 social animals should get off work.

He is really awesome.

It's even more ridiculous when you hear the details.

Like running on top of a barn and killing a bunch of gangsters with one of those single-shot rifles.

"Cough——Tom, were you so good at shooting guns when you were young?" He Nan couldn't help but interrupted: "The last time I was chased by gangsters with you, you shot all the bullets in the submachine gun, but you were alone They didn't hit...what's going on?"

"Hey, isn't it because I'm old? My eyes are not as good as before, and I don't shoot very much. My aim has regressed too much." Tom sighed, and took another sip of wine depressed: "Let me tell you, old Tom is young. At that time, the marksmanship was really very good...I sat on the jeep that was trampled to death by the gas pedal and shot a deer fleeing in the distance, and I could easily hit the heart! Can ordinary people do it?"

"That's really impossible." He Nan admitted that it was very difficult - of course, the premise is that everything is true.

It is possible that he used to be really good at marksmanship, but the story he bragged just now is absolutely false.

It's outrageous.

The barn battle may have actually happened.

But the real situation may be countless times smaller than what Tom said.

For example... maybe in the real defense battle, only ten gangsters attacked the barn.

So in this case, he can take advantage of the terrain to defend and kill a few, which is still convincing.

"Have you ever seen that kind of big barn in the countryside?" Tom danced and gestured, his tone cheerful: "The warehouse alone is so big! There is also that kind of tall grain storage tower, which is 20 meters long, like a standing barn." The big iron barrel of the giant’s house on the ground—you need to use a crane to pour the beaten corn kernels in from the top! After it is filled, some loose places inside are like quicksand, and if you step on it, it will be easily thrown into it Litton, sinking deeper and deeper! When we were bored when we were young, we would finish drinking, climb up that kind of grain storage tower, and then jump in! We would also lie on it while drinking, and sleep after drinking too much, which is very exciting! Sometimes the lid will be closed, the rain can’t get in, it’s dark, and then we’ll have another round of drinking, stepping on it while drinking, will some devil come out of the corn pile!”

"Uh... no, you guys are just looking for death, right?" He Nan felt horrified when he thought about it: "You don't play like that, so what if something unexpected happens?"

"No, our technology is good."

"You guys are lucky." He Nan couldn't agree, "Haven't you heard that someone's child died in it?"

"He can die, how stupid that person is!" Tom said, and hiccupped: "Hi——we all went together in several people, and anyone who was in danger was easily pulled up."

"Then what should you do if you all get stuck in it?" He Nan broke the lobster's claws and frowned, "Isn't it over? You said it, it's like quicksand inside, one person sank in, and the others sank." If you try to pull him, you will be pulled down by a huge traction force and cause the surrounding area to collapse..."

"No, no, it's just like quicksand. It's not as strong as quicksand. We pulled it out with a little force." Tom shook his head and corrected: "Hey, you don't know if you haven't played it. It's so interesting. It's really not dangerous! It's just exciting. The kids over there are all popular playing like this, and the parents don't care about it. They also played like this back then! Occasionally someone died, and it just proves that no one will die again for a long time. .”

... What kind of ghost theory is this? It doesn't hold water at all, does it?
He Nan couldn't laugh or cry.

This is even more outrageous than those guys who think that it is not easy to be hit by running through shell craters on the battlefield.

At least one can seriously suggest that there is a theoretical basis for this - the same position that the artillery has just bombarded is less likely than other positions.

In fact, there will be repeated bombing on the battlefield. Wherever you go, it is better to find a reliable bunker to hide, or even lie down and gamble on your luck - as long as the shells do not explode on you or too close to you, Splash shell fragments and gravel will cause less damage to you.

Very lucky to be uninjured.

Generally good to scratch the skin, minor injuries.

Broken legs if you are a little bit unlucky, it is a blessing in misfortune, it is better than losing your life directly.

As for the bad luck, it is serious injury or death.Many times in this kind of battlefield, there is actually not much difference between being seriously injured and dying, it is just a matter of how many more crimes one suffers before death.

It was really the first time He Nan heard that Texas children had such healthy, harmless and thrilling recreational activities.

So I checked my phone.

Turns out...someone actually does it.

And sometimes death.

Not only did the children who played like this die alone, but they also died with a group of friends.

Even the parents who saved them directly confessed to it.

The worst incident happened in the 90s.All six members of the family were hung inside, and the whole family was neat and tidy.

There is also the feeling of gourd babies saving grandpa, one by one.

Adults die in it one by one.One by one.Together it might not be like this.

It actually caused quite a stir at the time... but the native Texans somehow didn't care.

It may be that the tradition of life and death is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. They think that children, it is not necessary to care about a few children who occasionally play like this. After all, after two people have a conflict, they each call a team and fight until all the people on one side are dead. It is not uncommon for the light to be regarded as the end of the grievance.

(End of this chapter)