Chapter 84

The fat man knew that this modification, similar to a dum-dum bullet, would only make the bullet tumble inside the body and would not achieve the true destructive effect of a dum-dum bullet. However, he didn't mind making a small modification.

He was an ordinary person with no great ambitions, and ordinary people have emotions and desires, as well as a sense of hatred for injustice.

The plight of the young delinquent, Shitou, made him feel powerless. Avenging people like Shitou by any means necessary was what he should do. He didn't need through-and-through wounds, and he didn't want the Japanese to be able to return to the battlefield after being injured and treated.

Mercy to the enemy is the greatest harm to oneself.

He would never do such a thing, so during the day, the bandits would train, and at night, he would modify the bullets.

After everything was arranged, the fat man led the young delinquent and the monkey back to his small attic. He found it interesting that the young delinquent kept staring at his waist, clearly wanting the Browning.

He had the monkey take the young delinquent to a room to sleep, and the fat man began to think about how to get the monkey to help him in the shortest time possible.

"Son-in-law, this kid Shitou is a bit strange!" As soon as the monkey returned, he told the fat man about his discovery. The young delinquent didn't want to sleep with the monkey and wouldn't let the monkey help him with the toilet or bathing, which was very unusual.

"Idiot, Shitou is a girl, can't you see that?" The fat man rolled his eyes, extremely disdainful of the monkey's observation.

"Oh, that makes sense." The monkey suddenly realized, but then thought it was inappropriate and said, "Son-in-law, the village is full of men, the second-in-command's injury isn't fully healed, and Xiaocui isn't here. It's not convenient to bring this girl around."

"Damn, just treat her like a boy. Do whatever you want to do. Who asked her to learn the skills of killing from Fat Master?" The fat man cursed, feeling cynical about the world. He added, "Tomorrow morning, wake her up and have her practice formations with you and learn shooting with the third-in-command. If she cries or fails, punish her. You decide!"

"Son-in-law, isn't that too harsh?" The monkey sighed inwardly. This was a five-year-old child, and he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing.

"Harsh?" The fat man sneered, smiling coldly. In this war, if you're not harsh on yourself, you have no hope of survival, let alone killing.

After the monkey left, the fat man also felt drowsy. Since he had been transported to this body, he had become much sleepier than before, and he slept very deeply. If it weren't for his extraordinary hearing, he wouldn't have noticed that someone was stealing in the middle of the night.

The wooden door was gently pushed open, making a very low sound. Such a sound would be hard for an ordinary person to notice, but it startled the sleeping fat man. In a daze, he reflexively grabbed his loaded Browning Hi-Power pistol.

He opened his small eyes slightly and, in the moonlight, vaguely saw a small figure tiptoeing to his bedside and then lifting a small hand to touch his waist.

The fat man chuckled inwardly. The young delinquent was obsessed with the Browning and had actually come to steal it in the middle of the night, which made him both angry and amused. He decided to pretend to be asleep and see how the young delinquent would try to steal the gun.

The young delinquent's small hand felt around the fat man's waist. The soft touch on the waist would usually make an ordinary person laugh, but the fat man, with his thick fat, had a high threshold for laughter and didn't make a sound.

After a long time of feeling around, the young delinquent didn't find anything and continued to search. After a while, the young delinquent became puzzled.

The fat man was almost in tears, gritting his teeth, ready to give the young delinquent a good scolding. Fortunately, the young delinquent's hand pulled away at the right moment, giving him a huge relief.

The young delinquent didn't give up and searched the bed. Finally, she found the small Browning under the fat man's pillow. She happily took the Browning and prepared to leave the room. In her excitement, she accidentally knocked over a chair, making a "clunk" sound, which made her quickly hide behind a cabinet and peek to see if the fat man had woken up.

Seeing that the fat man was still lying in bed without any reaction, she patted her chest and walked out, closing the door and slipping out.

"Damn, this little brat, daring to steal Fat Master's gun!" The fat man sat up in anger, his face almost twisted with rage.

The fat man, wearing only his shorts, got out of bed and lit a cigarette. He waited for the young delinquent to fall asleep and then planned to retrieve the gun. He cursed inwardly, "Damn, I'll definitely give this brat a hard time tomorrow!"

After an hour, the fat man went to the second floor and found the young delinquent's room.

The young delinquent was already asleep, hugging the Browning tightly, with a smile on her face.

"Young and already misbehaving, just wait and see what Fat Master will do to you tomorrow." The fat man thought, quickly retrieving the Browning and sneaking out of the room, closing the door and going back to his room to sleep.

Nothing happened that night.

The next morning, the fat man was woken up by the sound of a gong. He was about to curse when he saw that the monkey had already gathered most of the bandits and was training them.

After checking his equipment and finding nothing missing, he washed up, put on his 20-shot and Browning, and went out. The early-rising monkey had brought breakfast—porridge, steamed buns, and pickled vegetables—already set on the dining table in the hall.

"Hmph!"

The fat man had just sat down to enjoy the simple breakfast when he heard a muffled "hmpf" from behind, guessing that the young delinquent had been woken up by the gong.

"If you want to learn how to kill, go train with them!" The fat man knew why the young delinquent was "hmpfing" but didn't mention the events of the previous night, mainly because he was embarrassed to tell the little girl the truth: that place can't be touched.

"Give me the gun!" The young delinquent brought up the sore spot.

"If you can train with them for three months without crying or quitting, Fat Master will consider giving you the gun." The fat man drank his porridge and ate his steamed bun with pickled vegetables.

"You said it." The young delinquent was very attached to the gun. Last night, she thought she had succeeded, but when she woke up, the gun was gone.

"Is this the gun?" The fat man took out the small Browning from his pocket and placed it on the table.

The young delinquent saw the gun and understood everything. The fat man had taken the gun back while she was sleeping. It was clear that her theft had been discovered, and it would be impossible to steal it again from this fat man.

"Train, then." The young delinquent grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it in her mouth, chewing hard, eager to finish and go train to get her first gun.

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