The dirty little hand didn't stay on the handle for even a second. Instead, it went over the pistol to the belt tied on the thigh. Besides the holster, there were also three small rectangular leather cartridge cases hanging on the leather belt. The little hand deftly untied the buckle that was riveted on the holster, Thumb to the index finger of the 9 mm pistol clip on a light draw.
A heavy bullet clip with 15 rounds of ammunition fell into meow's hands. Meow's eyes lit up and quickly retracted his hand. The bullet clip in his hand went straight to his pocket.
As soon as the bullet clip was about to be put into his pocket, a big hand full of calluses held his small hand holding the bullet clip. Meow looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang beside him with a sad face,
Zhang Xiaoqiang watched playfully as he caught a current meow. His five senses were amazing. He knew when meow's imperceptible little hand gently brushed the holster, He didn't say a word, just wanted to see what meow wanted to do.
He didn't know that meow didn't move the np22, but the target was a 9mm bullet clip. Now Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little confused. He watched meow deftly untie the bullet bag and felt the bullet clip in his hand.
"Why are you stealing this? It's better to steal a pistol, or at least make it sound? " Zhang Xiaoqiang did not look at the foot of the mountain. The D3 zombie, which could not be killed by anti-aircraft guns and rockets, would not die so easily. Even if he died, it would be harmless. Zhang Xiaoqiang shared his experience with meow.
Miaomiao still didn't speak. He took out a polished 77 pistol from his pocket and shook it. Zhang Xiaoqiang understood that everyone in the Spartan training camp with Chinese characteristics in the base would receive a pistol, which was their toy, The base requires them to take care of the pistol as well as their own eyes, and all people should put the maintenance of the pistol in the first place every day.
With a pistol, they naturally want to try to shoot, but without bullets, they can only look at the pistol and sigh. As a result, those members of the machine gun team are unlucky. They have to guard against children stealing bullets around them all the time. Zhang Xiaoqiang is encouraging them. The future environment may be worse, and the students have to find ways to steal and rob them, Try to equip yourself with other people's supplies.
Therefore, the team members are not allowed to punish the students for any reason, so the students make greater efforts, because according to the new regulations of the training camp, as long as you can hand in one bullet, you will get three more bullets when shooting, which encourages the students to steal crazily in disguise. The regulations of the team members are that there is not one bullet missing, and the material supply of the month will be reduced by one layer, If you lose ten, drink porridge every day.
The farce that originally happened to the team members actually happened to Zhang Xiaoqiang, which made him a little sad. He said to meow meow, "the bullet is right, but the clip is wrong. You can't put in the small handgun that can only shoot seven bullets. Don't steal it next time. If you want to shoot, just tell me."
After that, Zhang Xiaoqiang loaded the cartridge clip back and continued to look down the mountain. Miaomiao looked at his small pistol, and the baby's outfit went back to his small bag. His eyes focused on the type 92 pistol holster on Lieutenant Huang Quan's waist not far away. Looking at the handle of the nine second-hand gun, Miaomiao thought about it.
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