Tides: Years of Dawn

Tristan believes that problems should be discovered and resolved early, and should never be delayed.

Once the problem is not resolved, there will be two possibilities: one is that the problem will give birth to small problems, and the small problems will grow into big problems, then they will have more and more problems; As time goes on, he will forget about it, and then return to the first point - a small problem is buried today, and a problem group is born tomorrow.

So, Tristan is going to kill the fool.

This is the easiest and quickest way. They live in a remote and empty place, which is very suitable for criminal activities.So you don’t even need to bring □□□□, just move your finger and pull the trigger, and then let Gareth dig a hole in the backyard, throw it in and bury it.

Three corpses had already been buried in the backyard. According to the trend of overgrown weeds on the lawn, those three people were rich in various nutrients.A little squeeze can still make room for a fool.

After all, a fool is very thin, so it is not an exaggeration to call him a "skinny".

But the fool didn't seem to realize what he was about to encounter.At first he felt a coolness in his temples, and then he turned to look at Tristan in his apron.

He moved a little away from the muzzle and reached out to touch the barrel.Then he put his brows together again and bumped them slightly, as if he was curious about what was going to take his life.

Tristan narrowed his eyes.

He quickly deflected the muzzle of the gun and fired close to the idiot's head.A huge explosion sounded in the fool's ears, and the bullets flew into the wooden floor.

The idiot was startled, but he didn't run away.He stared blankly at the smoking muzzle, then touched his left ear, which was a little uncomfortable from the shock.

Tristan moved his arm back and put the hot muzzle of the gun back on the fool's forehead.

The idiot was burned and let out a slight whimper.But he just flinched a little, and then looked at the serious Tristan with curious eyes.

Tristan was a little confused.

Generally, there are only two kinds of people who are not afraid of bullets, one is extremely brave, and the other is extremely stupid.He was sure that idiots were not the former, but in this day and age, it is really rare for a guy to be so stupid that he doesn't even know what sex is.

Gareth, however, lost his composure. He thought Tristan had wasted a bullet.He can't send the fool away with his own wisdom and courage, so deterrence must not work.So he stood up directly from his seat, and also took out the drug he was carrying with him.

"You don't need to take out your gun, you don't have a bullet in your gun." Tristan reminded.He had taken all of Gareth's bullets out yesterday when he was cleaning the gun, and had forgotten to put them in this morning.

Gareth put the empty gun on the table and drew the dagger from his waist.

"Your dagger hasn't been sharpened yet. I bought you a new one. I changed it yesterday and didn't have time to tell you." Tristan reminded again.

Gareth put the dagger on the table as well. He touched his pocket, only half a pack of cigarettes and a lighter remained in his pocket.

So he also took it out and put it on the table, and then he found that his pocket was empty.

"...you even took out my wallet?!" Gareth complained.

This time Tristan didn't answer, he curled his lips and made a noncommittal expression.

Well, that being the case, Gareth decided to just snap the fool's neck.

"...Forget it, let me do it." Tristan changed his strategy and put the gun on the table together.

He had just cleaned up the room, and if he shot the idiot, there would be blood everywhere, and he would have to wipe it again.

Gareth and Tristan don't like hygiene, it's a lot harder for them than murder.

So Tristan rolled up his sleeves, and in order to make the movements more comfortable, he also unbuttoned his chest.Then he took a few steps closer to the fool, with an arm——

No, he didn't have time, because the fool stared at the open chest for a moment, and then flew under the table at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

But this time, the fool's eyes were filled with inexplicable horror.He kept hiding inside the table, and even almost got out from the other side of the table.

But fortunately, Gareth directly stopped him with his legs, kicked him, and made him shrink back to the center of the table.

Tristan is even more strange, he is not even afraid of bullets, so maybe he is still afraid of his fists?

Tristan looked at his chest. The chest muscles are full and the lines are beautiful. Except for a circular tattoo printed near the right chest so that no body hair can grow on that square inch, the rest of the land is full of body hair and growing well.

"My pectoral muscles...to a frightening degree?" Tristan asked curiously.

"Then I want to scare people too," Gareth said.So he also unbuttoned his own shirt and bent down to frighten the idiot.

He was as muscular as Tristan, so if Tristan could scare people, he could too.

If he could use the gentle weapon of his pectoral muscles to scare the idiot out step by step, and never dare to come back, then Gareth would not mind walking all the way to the suburbs with his clothes open.Beautiful things are meant to be displayed, and I am sorry for myself and those young girls who are hidden.

But when Gareth also bent down, trying to intimidate the idiot with the courage of his chest muscles, the idiot's eyes also stayed on his chest, but he made a completely different reaction from when he saw Tristan's chest— —

He offered his arm out before Gareth reached for him.

He grabbed Gareth's arm, exerted all his strength, and slowly crawled out from under the table.Then he lay beside Gareth, rubbing his head against Gareth's cheek as if he had met the same kind.

His hand first held Gareth's arm, and after rubbing against the other's cheek, he let go of his arm, and pressed Gareth's right chest, which was as barren as Tristan.

The only difference is that Tristan has a tattoo on his chest, while Gareth has an imprint of the same shape on his chest.

Gareth froze.

Tristan was also stunned.

After a while, Gareth hesitated and said—"It seems that my pectoral muscles...are, a little cute?"

But of course, Tristan wouldn't admit it was because of Gareth's cute pecs.He was smart, so he saw it at a glance-it was Gareth's brand that made the fool do it.

He stepped forward in three steps at a time, picked up the idiot and pressed him on the table. Not the same as Gareth's.

Tristan looked grave, ignoring the fool struggling in vain under his strong wrist.

Gareth stood at the side a little dazedly, stuck for a moment, saw that Tristan still didn't make any further movements, so he had to ask awkwardly—"You...are you waiting for me to go out?"

Gareth was a little sad at that moment, he thought he and Tristan were each other's angels.

But Tristan didn't nod as Gareth expected, but silently withdrew his hands, put down the sleeves, buttoned his clothes, and put the gun back on his waist.

But the fool actually sneaked behind Gareth, as if seeking some kind of protection.

Tristan sighed deeply, winked at Tristan, and said in a rough voice—"Let the fool continue to eat, you come with me."

As he spoke, Tristan pointed to the outside of the house, and tilted his head to signal Gareth.

TBC

The author has something to say:

Resume daily update or next day update~