[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

Ryan lowered his eyes, and the dim light cast a sparse light on his fair cheeks through his long and thick eyelashes.

The khaki cardigan sweater clings to his body, tilting his body, his hair falls softly on his cheeks, the light cast by him makes it difficult to see his expression clearly, only his tightly pursed, almost transparent lips can be seen valve.

He looked so thin and fragile that Jason always felt that he could fold Ryan into several pieces with one hand.

Ryan's physical defects doomed him to being unable to use two-handed weapons, because he had to use one hand to grasp the medical crutch or use one arm to clamp it.

All firearms except the gun are two-handed thermal weapons.

The only firearm suitable for Ryan to learn is the pistol, and it must be a light pistol.

The slightly older revolver and semi-automatic guns both have a lot of recoil. If you use a gun with a slightly stronger recoil, Ryan, who has only one foot to support his body, may fall directly.

So when Jason was choosing a gun for Ryan, he deliberately chose the lightest, most suitable for novices, and also the type with extremely low recoil——

Basically, most of them are for women.

Ryan has never used □□□, naturally he didn’t know that the □□□ he used was a lady□□□, it was quite fun to play there alone, Jason would naturally not tell Ryan about this, why bother to hurt the children’s self-confidence Woolen cloth?

Jason stepped over Ryan in two steps, and directly raised his hand to take off the submachine gun hanging on the wall.

He wanted to throw the gun into Ryan's arms in a cool way, but then he thought of the kid's light hands and feet. If he threw it over, he might directly smash Ryan to the ground.

So Jason just handed the gun to Ryan, before Ryan could react, he stared at Jason blankly.

Jason raised the gun in his hand in a good temper: "Don't you want to play? I brought it for you."

Only then did Ryan come to his senses, and he quickly took the gun from Jason. The submachine gun was obviously heavier than Ryan thought, and his shoulders dropped for an instant.

Seeing Jason throwing the gun to him, he walked straight back, without any intention of stopping, Ryan followed Ryan with a stick and said, "But, but I, my leg , there is no way, no way to use it with one hand."

"So?" Jason raised his eyebrows. "If you want to play, then play. I can always let you play."

"Stand in the firing zone."

Ryan opened his lips. Seeing that Jason made it clear that he must try, Ryan had no choice but to walk to the shooting area.

He can't do it.Not only did he lose a leg, but he also lost a hand, because he had to make up for the lack of strength in his right leg with the strength of his arm.

His heart was pounding, he knew he couldn't do it, but his heart was beating fast, and Jason's calm and firm words made him inexplicably convinced.

Can he really?

"Raise the muzzle up."

Ryan couldn't lift the muzzle of the gun with one hand. He gritted his teeth and let go of the medical crutch, and used his right hand to hold the gun butt. When he realized that he was about to fall, Ryan shook, and his calm heart immediately panicked. .

However, Ryan's stubborn temper made him unable to let go of the gun in his hand.

He gritted his teeth and loaded the bullet, trying to hit the target in this crooked sight, the scope was dangling in front of his eyes, there was no time——

Ryan pressed the trigger, and several bullets flew out. Not only did they miss the target, but they even deviated from the target by a good distance, almost hitting the ceiling.

Ryan also fell backwards because of the recoil of the gun, and he stared helplessly at the ceiling.

He really couldn't do it.

A pair of hands passed under his armpit, holding him firmly, his back hit Ryan's strong chest, Jason's obvious jawline appeared in his vision.

Ryan rolled his eyes and saw their appearance through the bulletproof glass mirror.

He leaned against Jason's chest, and Jason's hands passed under his armpits.

The whole person was covered by Jason's broad figure, and the back of his neck was leaning against Jason's shoulders, which may be the reason for the pain from the impact. He shrunk his shoulders unconsciously, as if he was a little bird.

Jason lowered his head slightly, as if he was saying something to him. From the glass, he could see Jason's ear right in front of his eyes.

As long as he lifts his feet, he seems to be able to kiss.

Ryan's eyes flickered. Thinking of this, he did just that. He stood on tiptoe slightly, and his lips brushed against Jason's ear.

The cool and comfortable touch in his ears made Jason shudder.

He looked at Ryan from the corner of his eye. Ryan was frowning and adjusting his position in Jason's arms. The movement of his lips brushing Jason's ear just now seemed to be an unintentional move.

Seeing that Ryan was still adjusting his posture, Jason let go of his hand slightly, allowing Ryan to stand up straight in his arms.

"concentrate."

Jason reminded Ryan that his voice was hoarse and magnetic, with an indescribably lazy meaning, which was completely different from his usual speaking.

He paused, and he looked at Ryan in front of him calmly with eyes full of complicated emotions. Ryan's back was turned to him, and he could only see the small half of Ryan's cheek.

Ryan was seriously fiddling with the submachine gun in his hand, completing the action of reloading.

He didn't notice Jason's unusual voice, nor did he realize that something was wrong with Jason.

Jason's eyes darkened, and he didn't confirm one thing until he heard his voice become hoarse.

Fortunately, he let go of Ryan just now, otherwise some things that are not easy to explain happened, would he be misunderstood by Ryan?

A joke, huh, a 'fast food' has undeserved feelings for its 'owner'.

Jason cursed secretly in his heart, the fast-paced life is as monotonous as the days when most of them are fighting. Jason used to be not without lovers, not to say that he was in love, but he just fell in love with each other and took what they needed.

Of course, Jason didn't tell the other party his real identity, but later that person heard it from somewhere and thought Jason was a killer, so the two broke up.

Jason wasn't upset either, he wasn't like Dick, who only fell in love with the people he loved.

Jason's lover?Oh my god, they shouldn't even call each other lovers, because it's just getting what they want, Jason needs comfort, the guy needs money and protection.

Now?God, stop messing around.

Jason thought, this must be the reason for the hot weather.

He directly ignored that the temperature in the underground gun range was always constant.

Ryan had never used a submachine gun, and his posture for holding the gun was also wrong. Jason didn't plan to touch Ryan again, fearing that he would be discovered by Ryan, and also because he was afraid that it would be more exciting.

But it is difficult for Ryan to hit the bull's-eye with this posture of holding a gun. As the heavens witness, he definitely does not have any fancy ideas, maybe he has, but that is by no means the most important thing.

Most important: How much longer would they be wasting if Ryan kept missing the bull's-eye, Jason still had biological needs to address.

So Jason simply reached out and helped him adjust the posture of holding the gun without touching Ryan's hand as much as possible, but the butt and the target of the gun are so big, can't they touch Ryan's hand?This is simply not possible.

Jason's callused fingers inadvertently brushed the back of Ryan's smooth hand.

Perhaps it was physiological needs that changed the normal operation mode of Jason's brain. As soon as he touched Ryan's hand, he couldn't help thinking, did his boss grow up soaked in milk?Otherwise, how could his hands be so tender?

"You have to hold it like this so that you can hold the gun smoothly while consuming the least amount of effort." Jason said calmly.

Ryan nodded. He held the gun in Jason's way, and shot at the target without hesitation. He missed the bull's-eye, but hit the target. This is a great improvement.

The most important thing is that he never thought that he would have the opportunity to use a submachine gun.

He happily turned his head to look at Jason, only to find that Jason's complexion was not very good. Ryan also carefully suppressed the joy on his face. He remembered that Jason's voice seemed a little low just now, as if he had a cold.

Ryan asked softly, "Jason, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jason shook his head, pretending to be innocent and said, "Are you still playing? If you don't play, leave." His mood was a little impatient, which caused his words to become a little impatient.

Seeing that Jason was in a bad mood, Ryan shook his head and put the gun down.

Jason knew that Ryan still wanted to continue playing, but he really couldn't last long in this state, so he could only pretend not to see Ryan's longing gaze, and took Ryan home with a cold face.

"I have something to go out." After saying this, Jason didn't wait for Ryan's reply, and directly slammed the door. The door slammed against the door frame with a loud knock, which could be heard on the entire floor.

Jason ran downstairs in a hurry. He wasn't even in the mood to wait for the elevator. He rode his motorcycle and raced a hundred yards straight to the safe house closest to Ryan's house.

After Jason was attacked last time, he abandoned a safe house nearby. Now he doesn't care if he will be followed. Damn it, he desperately needs a place where there are no people to settle that thing thing.

What Jason, who was walking in a hurry, didn't know was that not long after he left, someone followed him upstairs to the house where Ryan was.

Jason, who stayed in the bathroom and rinsed himself with cold water trying to cool down, thought impatiently, cold water can't reduce his eagerness?What is wrong, the brain is much more honest than Jason himself.

It taught Jason to grasp the point without a teacher, and Ryan's clean cheeks in the city that never sleeps flashed before his eyes.

The sudden feeling made Jason's face darken instantly.

Jason's face was dark, and he couldn't believe that the person he was thinking of at this moment was actually an employer he had only known for a few days, a weak and crippled man.

But only when he thought about Ryan would he ease his impatience a little bit. He let the cold water pour over his head with a cold face, and now he has become the kind of person he used to despise the most.

Half an hour later, Jason finally finished his work. He took a hasty shower and called Ryan.

Jason ran out suddenly and shook his face at Ryan. The timid cripple must have been frightened. He had to appease the little cripple, but it was impossible to apologize.

There is a famous pastry shop in the West District, and children like it very much. Although Ryan is no longer a child, Jason always looks at him and feels like he is taking care of children, so Ryan should also like it very much.

With this in mind, Jason called Ryan.