post cold war era

Afternoon is the rest time, Wang Yao walks alone in the courtyard, his figure is a bit lonely, he has no friends here, almost no friends in the whole world, he is used to loneliness.

Alfred looked at Wang Yao outside the window, and said to Honda Ju who was sitting opposite, "That is really a dead-headed guy, very stubborn! With him around, the world will not be peaceful!"

"Are you talking about Yao, Mr. Jones." Honda Ju sipped his coffee like a well-educated nobleman.

"We are so close, why don't you call me by my name?" Alfred leaned back in the chair, Honda was fine with everything, but he was too polite and looked rusty.

"That makes me uncomfortable, but if you insist," Honda put down the glass, "Alfred."

"That sounds much more comfortable!" Alfred laughed heartily.

Passing by the shooting range, Wang Yao heard the sound of a single shot coming from there. This should be a person with good marksmanship, so he couldn't help but walk over curiously.

Ivan held the pistol horizontally with only one arm, and kept shooting like playing. After a full box of bullets was fired, he slowly lowered the arm holding the gun, showing no sign of effort.Soon I heard the sound of target reporting, all of which were ten rings.He showed a smile, put down the gun and turned around, just in time to see Wang Yao.

"Do you want to practice guns during the break?" Wang Yao asked with a smile.

Ivan laughed with unclear meaning: "It feels good to have the opportunity to use Alfred's gun, and he can use up his bullets without going through war!"

Wang Yao tilted his head, his ponytail slipped from his shoulders to his chest: "I thought you liked your AK-47 better."

"A good soldier will not have any special dependence on any kind of weapon." Ivan replied, his eyes suddenly became as if they wanted to penetrate Wang Yao's body: "You have no friends."

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, and then nodded lightly: "I once had a friend, but soon became an enemy." That person, like the current Ivan, has astonishingly excellent marksmanship, and is strong enough to Holding a heavy pistol with one hand, Wang Yao is very confident in his marksmanship, but he never dared to compete with that person.

Ivan looked at Wang Yao with scrutiny, purple eyes lingering on him, he suddenly approached Wang Yao, he was so tall, Wang Yao had to look up at him.Ivan said inquiringly: "You are so short and thin, I can tear you to pieces with my hands." Wang Yao remembered that that person had said the same thing, when they broke up, that person was His attitude is a bit more arrogant than Ivan's, but unlike Alfred's, that person will always keep his word.

"The friend you mentioned is the original owner of this body, right?" Ivan pointed to his chest, "I have a feeling that you all want him to die."

Wang Yao nodded, then shook his head: "Someone misses him."

"It has nothing to do with me," Ivan showed that ambiguous smile again, "I want to go have a drink, but unfortunately there is no strong alcohol in the United States!" Like that person, Ivan is addicted to vodka, Wang Yao also I remember, when they were still friends, that person once came to his house as a guest, drank half a catty of 52-degree liquor in one breath, and asked dissatisfiedly, "Is all the wine in your house like water?"