Chapter 220 Hands and Feet
There were a total of one hundred and twenty-nine firearms here. Jiang Hui didn’t know why he was so bored. He couldn’t help but count them one by one when he saw the opponent’s movements.
Huan Xian didn't say anything when he acted. Jiang Hui and Zhou Xiuwen also believed each other and did not rush to ask while he was busy. Seeing each other's movements getting faster and faster, the two even started to gather around and help hand over the firearms.
“No more?” The other party seemed to still have some unfinished thoughts.
"They're all here. What did you do to them?" Jiang Hui couldn't help but ask after seeing that the crowd was finally free.
"It's nothing, I just slightly modified their interior and left a little gift for everyone." Huan Xian's expression seemed to become slightly more relaxed, as if he had just played a very enjoyable game.
Although Jiang Hui had already made some conjectures just now, it was different to hear it from the other party with his own ears.
“Have you tampered with these guns?!” Zhou Xiuwen opened his eyes slightly, seeming a little surprised.
"...Yes." Huan Xian's mouth froze, and then he put on a slightly deliberate and unnatural smile.
"How did you do it? Just wipe it on?" After receiving the confirmation, Zhou Xiuwen was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to become a little excited in an instant, and kept asking: " This is so cool. What is the principle? Can you teach me how to do it in the future..."
Huan Xian seemed to be shocked by the other party's overly intense and enthusiastic reaction, and he couldn't calm down. He looked at Zhou Xiuwen and said nothing for a long time, but he seemed to gradually relax and said calmly: "There should be no problem. I can be sure that everyone The handles are all taken care of. Even if the degree is different, you will definitely see the difference at some point in the future. "
This is really amazing, okay? ! But is your attitude a bit too understated? Be more confident, my friend!
Jiang Hui was also dumbfounded, but she was simply surprised and didn't think much about it.
Then she seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but said worriedly: "Then... what if we accidentally pick up these firearms in the future?" Wouldn't it be self-inflicted?
Although they each selected their favorite firearms before and kept enough spare firearms, who knows what will happen in the future? So this still needs to be taken into consideration.
"That's right -" Huan Xian said thoughtfully: "In the future, if you pick up the firearms, don't keep them for yourself. Show them to me first." He would know if there was anything wrong just by touching them.
With that said, the other party asked them to take out the firearms they had just selected and the old guns they had saved, and checked them one by one, and only returned them to them after they were sure they were correct.
The three of them cooperated extremely well throughout the whole process, trusting each other without any suspicion.
Some bad, terrifyingly empty place in Huan Xian's heart seemed to have been quietly filled with something. Although it was still very shallow and faint, almost negligible compared to his desolate heart, it was really there and could not be ignored.
The time he spent in the experiment was terribly empty, and there was nothing worth remembering or being happy about.
The only thing that can make Huan Xiansheng so different is the fixed daily lectures. Although most of the knowledge and practical operations are boring, they are still much richer than four empty walls.
This knowledge about firearms was also the only thing left to him by his teacher in the laboratory, who disappeared after the experimental site was destroyed. Now that I think about it, that person was actually pretty good to him. So when he saw these firearms today, he couldn't help but feel a little itchy, and he just happened to deal with these tricky gadgets.
It was just that after he took the action, regret followed - he somewhat regretted his impulsive action.
Huan Xian knows that he is different from others. This became increasingly clear when he came out of the laboratory and returned to normal human society.
He also knew that even if he lived in a normal environment for the rest of his life, he would never be the same as an ordinary person.
And the rejection he received from everyone when he came to this school was just an insignificant point in his life, and it also proved to him that he was a freak, a freak who was not accepted by others.
It's just that Huan Xian doesn't want to show this side too much in front of his two teammates, at least not now - after he felt something different from the two of them that he couldn't explain clearly. .
Huan Xian was a specially trained war tool, and his thinking was naturally contrary to the educational concepts pursued by ordinary people. He could not tolerate the behavior of "capitalizing the enemy" more than anyone else. If he wanted to leave these firearms to others, not only Jiang Hui couldn't bear it, but he couldn't bear it anymore.
Before meeting Jiang Hui, he was even more ruthless and thorough with the enemies he encountered.
So this time Huan Xian handled it like this without thinking, without considering the opinions of the other two people. Would they feel ashamed of his unscrupulous behavior?
Huan Xian doesn’t know and has no way of knowing. But he thought... he might really be frightened. No matter how tolerant the two of them were to him before, after seeing such extreme measures from his teammates, they would feel a little awkward no matter what. He can understand it too.
Huan Xian didn't expect that the two of them would accept it so quickly, and they seemed to agree with his behavior... Are times different? Or is it that today’s young generation all have this style, seeming to be a little wilted and bad?
Jiang Hui didn't know that her good teammates were classifying her as a "wilted, bad, wilted and bad" person. She was still lamenting that her two teammates were more faceless than the other. They are all capable people.
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"By the way, do you always have the feeling that something is wrong?" The young man with two extremely conspicuous thick eyebrows frowned. He still couldn't help but look around suspiciously. In the end, he found nothing and had to give up reluctantly.
"You have said it several times, and the supply point also said the same thing, which made us suspicious for a long time. But in the end, there is nothing." A handsome-looking young man on the far left frowned and interrupted. The other party seemed a little impatient and said: "And you have always been the one who felt it. The three of us didn't feel anything."
"Okay, okay, stop arguing. Noisy." Are you making the noise because you are afraid that others will not know that there is someone here? Let’s make more noise,” the person in the middle finally couldn’t help but scolded.
The words seemed to be in a neutral position, but the other party immediately changed the subject: "But...Kent, you have said this no less than five times, but every time it is empty talk. I really hope it won't happen again. There will be a next time.”
(End of this chapter)