Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

After tidying up his clothes, Zhou Jiangyan led Zhou Fanyun out of the house in night clothes.

Holding Zhou Fanyun's waist, Zhou Jiangyan and him came to an abandoned small building next to the small gate of the base.

The construction of this small building has not even been completed. It seems that the ground piles have been driven and the formwork has been set up, but the wall construction has not started.

Zhou Fanyun frowned and mentally estimated the probability that he would run away if the small building collapsed.

But Zhou Jiangyan turned a blind eye to this, he hugged Zhou Fanyun and started walking inside.

"Uh...uh! Uh-huh!"

"Um!"

While walking, Zhou Fanyun heard someone's cry. It sounded like his mouth was gagged, but he was probably shouting "help".

He glanced at Zhou Jiangyan with doubts, and continued walking in according to Zhou Jiangyan's movements.

As we walked, we reached an elevated level.

Zhou Fanyun saw the three people curled up on the ground at a glance. They are simply yellow-haired, fat men and lean men.

As I got closer, I saw that they were tied up and had cloth stuffed in their mouths.

The yellow man is struggling, the fat man is showing off, and the lean man is thinking and waiting for an opportunity.

All three of them saw the arrival of Zhou Fanyun and Zhou Jiangyan. Huang Mao had the most obvious reaction. He first nervously called for help, but when he saw their faces, he rolled his eyes in despair.

The lean man had a similar mental journey to him, but he didn't show it.

After the fat man looked up, he continued to fall asleep.

After looking at the three people on the ground, Zhou Fanyun felt a rare emotion of disgust. He turned his head slightly and looked at Zhou Jiangyan, his eyes filled with confusion.

Zhou Jiangyan walked around from him to behind him, and he hugged Zhou Fanyun's waist. His index finger hooked Zhou Fanyun's left thumb.

A burst of blue light flashed, and Zhou Jiangyan had a gun in his hand.

Zhou Fanyun's pupils shrank, and he turned his head sharply to look at Zhou Jiangyan.

Zhou Jiangyan just smiled softly and said: "The ones provided by the above are for self-defense. Fanyun, can you shoot?"

Zhou Fanyun obviously didn't believe it, but he still nodded. Leaning his head in Zhou Jiangyan's arms, Zhou Fanyun whispered, his voice very obvious in the night.

"I know how to use it. I practice shooting in training."

Zhou Jiangyan smiled even deeper. He held Zhou Fanyun's hand from behind and passed the cold pistol to Zhou Fanyun.

The meaning is obvious.

"They bully me, Fanyun, please help me kill them."

Zhou Jiangyan smiled and spoke in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing those who were sleeping at night.

Zhou Fanyun pursed his lips and tightened his hand on the gun.

Since the end of the world, he has killed many lives, but he has never killed anyone; he has touched a gun many times, but this time, his palms were sweaty.

Raising a pistol at someone of his own kind... could he do this?

Zhou Jiangyan's embrace was very warm, but Zhou Fanyun still felt the chill.

Slowly raising the gun, Zhou Fanyun aimed at the fat man lying motionless on the ground.

Seeing Zhou Fanyun's hand shaking a little, Zhou Jiangyan wrapped his hands around Zhou Fanyun's. She loaded the gun for him with a click, and thoughtfully placed Zhou Fanyun's index finger on the trigger.

"Ah, why did Captain Zhou forget to load the gun? What a stupid mistake." Zhou Jiangyan's voice sounded faintly in Zhou Fanyun's ears, "Quick, kill them."

Zhou Fanyun lowered his eyebrows and asked softly: "Why don't you do it yourself?"

Zhou Fanyun rubbed Zhou Fanyun's neck with his furry head. With a hint of coquettishness, he said with a smile: "I can't shoot, I can't kill..."

"Help me, okay? My dear brother."

After hearing this, Zhou Fanyun lowered his head and lowered his hands.

But just a moment later, he took a deep breath. Raising his head, his usual gentle smile returned to his face.

Raise your hand.

Look ahead and pull the trigger decisively.