Chapter: 72
Someone sneaked into my room? The monitor finally made a move? Klein was taken aback, and didn't dare to ask any more questions, but just nodded and said, "Okay!"
The scene in front of him changed immediately, and the colors appeared chaotically, breaking one by one like bubbles.
Opening his eyes, Klein turned his head carefully and looked towards the window, only to see a thin and unfamiliar figure standing in front of the desk, silently searching for something.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
Klein's heart suddenly started beating violently. It shrank into a ball and swelled violently, causing his body to tremble slightly.
For a moment, he almost forgot what he was going to do, what he was supposed to do, until the figure of the infiltrator suddenly paused, and he tilted his ears slightly, as if he heard some changes.
"Blood" fell from his brain, and Klein recovered his basic thinking ability. He put his hand under the pillow and held the wooden handle of the revolver.
He felt a hard and smooth touch, his mood quickly stabilized, and he pulled out the pistol slowly and silently, aiming at the infiltrator's head.
To be honest, he was not sure whether he could hit the opponent. Although he had been able to hit the target stably before, a moving person and a fixed target were completely different concepts, and he was not arrogant enough to confuse the two.
However, he vaguely remembered a sentence in his previous life, which roughly meant that the greatest power of a nuclear bomb only existed before it was launched.
At this time and in this environment, the reason is the same, the best deterrence is before the bullet is fired!
If you don't pull the trigger and fire blindly, the opponent will not be sure that you are a rookie, and it is very likely that you will miss him. He will be worried, he will be afraid, and he will think a lot, so that he puts constraints on himself!
In an instant, one idea after another emerged, allowing Klein to make a decision immediately. He is not the kind of person who becomes calmer as he becomes more critical. He has already envisioned the scene of encountering a monitor, and he has envisioned using intimidation rather than attack as an excuse. host.
There is an idiom in the big foodie country, be prepared!
When Klein aimed his gun at the infiltrator, the thin man froze suddenly, as if he had sensed something.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a voice with a chuckle: "Good evening, sir."
The skinny man held his hands quietly, and his body seemed to be tense. Klein sat on the bunk bed, aimed his gun at his head, and said in a leisurely and natural tone, "Please raise your hands, turn your body around, and try your best to Slow down, frankly speaking, I am a timid and easily nervous person, if you go too fast, I will be scared, I can�t guarantee that there will be no misfires, yes, that�s it.�
The thin man half-raised his hands next to his head, and turned his body a little bit. The first thing that caught Klein's eyes was a neatly buttoned black tights, followed by two thick and sharp brown-yellow eyebrows.
Klein couldn't see any fear in his blue eyes, but he felt like he was being stared at by a ferocious beast. It seemed that if he was not careful, he would be swooped over and torn to pieces.
He tightened his grip on the handle of the gun, trying his best to keep his expression calm and indifferent.
It wasn't until the thin man was completely facing himself that he raised his chin, pointed to the door, and said softly and gently: "Sir, let's go out and talk, don't disturb other people's dreams, um, move slowly and step lightly, This is the most basic courtesy of a gentleman..."
The skinny man turned his cold eyes, glanced at Klein, and still half-raised his hands, he walked towards the door step by step.
Under the aim of the revolver, he twisted the handle and opened the door slowly.
Just when the door was half open, he squatted down suddenly and rolled forward, and the door seemed to be pulled by a strong wind, and with a bang, it closed again.
"Hmm..." Benson on the upper bunk was startled by the huge movement, dazed and about to wake up.
At this time, a melodious and quiet melody came from outside, and a deep and soothing voice sang: "Ah, the threat of fear, the hope of scarlet!
At least one thing is true: this life flies by.
One thing is true, the rest is a lie, the flower will bloom once and then die forever..." (Note 1)
This poem seemed to have the power to relax and stabilize people. Benson on the upper bunk and Melissa on the inner bunk fell asleep again in a daze.
Klein was completely calm physically and mentally, and almost yawned. JrNovels.com
The scene in front of him changed immediately, and the colors appeared chaotically, breaking one by one like bubbles.
Opening his eyes, Klein turned his head carefully and looked towards the window, only to see a thin and unfamiliar figure standing in front of the desk, silently searching for something.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
Klein's heart suddenly started beating violently. It shrank into a ball and swelled violently, causing his body to tremble slightly.
For a moment, he almost forgot what he was going to do, what he was supposed to do, until the figure of the infiltrator suddenly paused, and he tilted his ears slightly, as if he heard some changes.
"Blood" fell from his brain, and Klein recovered his basic thinking ability. He put his hand under the pillow and held the wooden handle of the revolver.
He felt a hard and smooth touch, his mood quickly stabilized, and he pulled out the pistol slowly and silently, aiming at the infiltrator's head.
To be honest, he was not sure whether he could hit the opponent. Although he had been able to hit the target stably before, a moving person and a fixed target were completely different concepts, and he was not arrogant enough to confuse the two.
However, he vaguely remembered a sentence in his previous life, which roughly meant that the greatest power of a nuclear bomb only existed before it was launched.
At this time and in this environment, the reason is the same, the best deterrence is before the bullet is fired!
If you don't pull the trigger and fire blindly, the opponent will not be sure that you are a rookie, and it is very likely that you will miss him. He will be worried, he will be afraid, and he will think a lot, so that he puts constraints on himself!
In an instant, one idea after another emerged, allowing Klein to make a decision immediately. He is not the kind of person who becomes calmer as he becomes more critical. He has already envisioned the scene of encountering a monitor, and he has envisioned using intimidation rather than attack as an excuse. host.
There is an idiom in the big foodie country, be prepared!
When Klein aimed his gun at the infiltrator, the thin man froze suddenly, as if he had sensed something.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a voice with a chuckle: "Good evening, sir."
The skinny man held his hands quietly, and his body seemed to be tense. Klein sat on the bunk bed, aimed his gun at his head, and said in a leisurely and natural tone, "Please raise your hands, turn your body around, and try your best to Slow down, frankly speaking, I am a timid and easily nervous person, if you go too fast, I will be scared, I can�t guarantee that there will be no misfires, yes, that�s it.�
The thin man half-raised his hands next to his head, and turned his body a little bit. The first thing that caught Klein's eyes was a neatly buttoned black tights, followed by two thick and sharp brown-yellow eyebrows.
Klein couldn't see any fear in his blue eyes, but he felt like he was being stared at by a ferocious beast. It seemed that if he was not careful, he would be swooped over and torn to pieces.
He tightened his grip on the handle of the gun, trying his best to keep his expression calm and indifferent.
It wasn't until the thin man was completely facing himself that he raised his chin, pointed to the door, and said softly and gently: "Sir, let's go out and talk, don't disturb other people's dreams, um, move slowly and step lightly, This is the most basic courtesy of a gentleman..."
The skinny man turned his cold eyes, glanced at Klein, and still half-raised his hands, he walked towards the door step by step.
Under the aim of the revolver, he twisted the handle and opened the door slowly.
Just when the door was half open, he squatted down suddenly and rolled forward, and the door seemed to be pulled by a strong wind, and with a bang, it closed again.
"Hmm..." Benson on the upper bunk was startled by the huge movement, dazed and about to wake up.
At this time, a melodious and quiet melody came from outside, and a deep and soothing voice sang: "Ah, the threat of fear, the hope of scarlet!
At least one thing is true: this life flies by.
One thing is true, the rest is a lie, the flower will bloom once and then die forever..." (Note 1)
This poem seemed to have the power to relax and stabilize people. Benson on the upper bunk and Melissa on the inner bunk fell asleep again in a daze.
Klein was completely calm physically and mentally, and almost yawned. JrNovels.com
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