post cold war era

Unknowingly, Alfred walked to the shooting range, he was very upset, he knew that his order to chase Wang Yao away was too much, but he didn't want to take it back, that's not the hero's style.He is beginning to realize now that Wang Yao can't become the second Soviet union, that big guy will never yell at himself innocently like Wang Yao with disheveled hair, maybe he really forced Wang Yao It's tight.But Alfred will not change his approach, and it is impossible to change. Even if he knows that Wang Yao will not bring a Soviet-style threat, he can only regard this thin little man as an imaginary enemy. His people need him Do it, he thinks so.

After holding an M16, Alfred raised the pistol with one arm and fired one shot at a time. His grades were very good, but still slightly inferior to Ivan.Ivan likes this shooting method, and he often did it when he was still in the Soviet Union. Al felt that he could not lose to Ivan in any aspect, so he practiced this shooting technique hard.Al is better than Ivan in unarmed combat, but Ivan's fit with weapons is better than Al's, whether it's guns or cold weapons.

"A...Al..." A timid voice came from behind, Al put down the gun, turned around and wiped the sweat from his forehead at the same time.

It was Matthew, his twin brother.The same face, but two completely different souls.Al didn't like to face Matthew face to face, it would make him feel that he saw a weak self in the mirror, he hated seeing Matthew put on a melancholy or weak expression with his face, so he often chose to ignore this brother, and instead Rather mixed with Honda Chrysanthemum.

"What's the matter?" Al asked, blue eyes gleaming harshly behind the glasses.

Matthew became more timid when he saw him, dodging Al's gaze in a panic, and raised the thing he had been carrying in front of him: "This is maple syrup, here it is for you!"

Al was baffled, his gentle and timid brother mustered up the courage to come to him just to give him a box of maple syrup?But he still accepted the gift: "Thank you, Matthew, is there anything else?"

"It's nothing, ah, actually I want to talk to you," Matthew lowered his head, and said as if making up his mind, "Al, you don't have to push yourself like this, there are things that heroes can't do." After finishing speaking, this The man who had no sense of existence fled away as if flying away.

Al froze in place, watching the same blond head disappear quickly, couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, a thin figure walked into the shooting range with calm steps, it was Honda Ju.

"Hey, Ju, want to come and play?" Al waved the pistol in his right hand.

Honda Ju shook his head slightly, and said in a calm voice, "I prefer knives. Cold weapons embody the soul of a samurai."

"Again, I don't understand," Al grinned, "but that's all I like about you."

"I'm more interested in what you hold in your left hand than the gun in your right hand." Honda Ju pointed to Al's left hand, which was the maple syrup that Matthew had just given Al.

"Oh? This one, it looks like the Japanese really have a lot of research on food," Al smiled and put the maple syrup in Honda Chrysanthemum's hand, "I'll give it to you!" (Al, you bastard who borrowed flowers to offer Buddha !)

"Chinese people are more knowledgeable about what they eat." After saying this, Honda Ju lost his mind for a moment and thought of Wang Yao. When he was Wang Yao's younger brother, he could often eat all kinds of delicious meals. , desserts, and snacks, Wang Yao always sat on the side and watched him eat quietly, with a warm smile on his face from time to time.It's just that I can't see Wang Yao's smile anymore.

This is nothing to regret, Honda Ju said in his heart.