Zhuge Yu nodded and didn't pursue the matter further. She could sense my loneliness from all this.
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"Are you a primary school student?" Dongfang Muxue looked up, gazing skyward. "If you want to commit suicide, I can help you. A bullet only costs one dollar. I can afford that."
The cold wind was howling. Due to water shortage, there was a lack of atmospheric counter-radiation. Desert areas were extremely cold at night, clearly outlining half a bright moon in the night sky.
Heidevili was sitting on the roof, looking up at the sky with a lonely tilt of her head. The stars light-years away projected their embers beside her.
Under the starry sky, it was indeed a beautiful sight. Unfortunately, Dongfang Muxue's next words shattered the illusion: "Watch out for snipers. I won't care about you if your head gets blown off."
"How did Gu Rou die?" Heidevili suddenly asked.
"Classified. I won't tell you even if you beg me." Clinging to the handholds, Dongfang Muxue quickly climbed onto the roof in a few swift moves. "Even if we have a good relationship, you're still an American."
"Come on. What secrets could there be among people like us?" Heidevili curled her lips in a sneer. "Or is it that your ED is up to some strange things again..."
"Then you can give me some little secrets in exchange." Dongfang Muxue didn't care about the slander from the other party. "For example, how did Goodrian die..."
The girl's words came to an abrupt halt. Under the night sky, the cold muzzle of a specially modified CAR-15 reflecting starlight was pressed against her forehead. Heidevili tightly gripped the trigger with her delicate hand, holding it at the maximum firing limit.
Obviously, Dongfang Muxue wouldn't give the other party a chance to threaten her either. A flash of white light streaked across the night sky as the DARK OPS Night Demon tactical knife was drawn, the CTV2 surgical-grade stainless steel, which was said to be able to pierce the surface of a fighter jet, pressed against Heidevili's neck.
"Are you standing up for Gu Xiaoyao?" Heidevili cast a disdainful glance.
"I'm not that kind-hearted. It's just that your behavior of threatening your comrades is really despicable."
"Despicable? It's really laughable to hear those words from you. You actually still have an opinion on such feelings. It'll only waste your life."
"If it weren't like this, life would be so boring. Want some milk? It's just been heated."
A third person appeared. She had the same gorgeous silver hair as Erika and an equally elegant and pure appearance. Surprisingly, her eyes were an eerie rose-red color. Against her face, they looked both alluring and strange - to put it bluntly, she was like a beautiful devil from hell.
She had a huge pistol strapped to her waist - yes, "huge". The pistol, whose name was unrecognizable, clearly had MP lineage. The barrel, specially thickened for a.50 caliber, had been fitted with a scope, stock, front grip, silencer and a series of other accessories by its owner almost maniacally, making its size comparable to that of a submachine gun. And getting shot by such a weapon would definitely not be pleasant.
On her back were two different rifles: the AN94 assault rifle, known as the "Elite's Special Rifle", equipped with a Cobra optical quick sight; and the OTS-14, an AK variant rifle with a bullpup structure. The combination of the tough Russian style was strange, and the conflicting ammunition calibers were really not a wise choice on the front line.
Her ammunition pouches also proved this, demonstrating her peculiar tactical style: more than 20 pistol magazines were strapped to her waist, three 7.62mm magazines on the outside of her chest, and corresponding to the AN94 were two 60-round quadruple-row large magazines. Not to mention that it was difficult to gather 12.7, 5.45 and 7.62 (except the last one) in Kleiber, even in Yitlan, the logistics department wouldn't give her a pleasant look.
Stepping back and retrieving the rifle, Heidevili took the thermos cup. "Where did it come from?"
"CC just made it. I tricked her by saying Wilson was looking for her, and she ran off happily. Maybe she wanted some candy."
"Is it really okay to bully a kid? To some extent, she might be your sister, Katerina."
"Is that so?" Katerina neither agreed nor disagreed, just gave a faint smile.
"At least you have relatives." Dongfang Muxue spat the bubble gum she'd been chewing for who knows how long at Heidevili. The latter quickly dodged and retorted, "You're asking for it!" while trying to draw her rifle again.
Ignoring Heidevili's curses, the girl still had a faint smile on her face: "My biological father doesn't even acknowledge me at least."
"Sister!" A little girl's crying voice came from not far away: "My milk is gone! Help me find it!"
Katerina covered her forehead. Heidevili sighed: "Such a little kid."
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