Reincarnation Paradise

Chapter 859: Fatty Ma

Even if Ma Pangzi were to trigger the landmine, it would, at most, make a loud noise. The explosive force would only be enough to knock him off his feet.

"I mean, seriously, planting landmines in the backyard? Weren't you a killer in your previous profession? You seem more like a spy to me."

Ma Pangzi shivered as he took a drag of his cigarette, not entirely aware of the actual power of the landmine. He only believed the thing could blow him into pieces, as depicted in movies.

"BKT-35 Type Warning Tripwire Mine. It's mostly a war toy made of plastic. Invented by a colleague. The explosion sound and effect are similar. The most you've experienced is stepping on a delayed 15-second firecracker, which could, at most, give you a startle. No need to be so terrified."

Carrying a black travel bag, Su Xiao walked out from the basement.

"Easy for you to say; I almost wet myself back then."

Ma Pangzi rolled his eyes.

"But, how many of these things did you set up?"

"A few dozen."

Su Xiao sat behind the bar counter, placing the travel bag on the wooden table.

"You're amazing."

After taking a drag of his cigarette, Ma Pangzi suddenly burst into laughter.

"Does this mean you're going to rob a bank?"

Ma Pangzi's eyes glowed with curiosity, clearly seeing real guns for the first time.

"This is... an M416?"

Ma Pangzi looked at the automatic rifle on the table.

"Huh? You know about firearms?"

"Of course, I even used it to wipe out a squad last night."

"What?"

Su Xiao looked Ma Pangzi up and down.

"Cough, in the game..."

Understanding dawned on Su Xiao; it wasn't surprising for Ma Pangzi to be familiar with the M416 as a classic firearm.

"Wanna give it a try?"

"Can I?"

"Of course... Not."

The automatic rifle, even with a suppressor, still made considerable noise. Su Xiao had even suspected that the arms dealer had sold him counterfeit goods.

"The automatic rifle won't work, but the handgun can."

Su Xiao loaded the magazine into the handgun, attached the suppressor, unlocked the safety, and briefed Ma Pangzi on the essential operation of the pistol.

"Go to the basement, and remember to close the door."

Ma Pangzi took the handgun, grabbed two more magazines, and excitedly rushed downstairs.

"Remember to grip firmly with both hands. The recoil of the handgun is no joke. Don't accidentally shoot yourself in the head, and aim at the wooden crate in the basement."

"Got it."

Ma Pangzi shut the door with a bang, and soon, faint gunfire echoed from the basement.

As Su Xiao packed his belongings and opened the basement door, Ma Pangzi awkwardly removed the magazine and loaded the last one.

He was squatting, with a stable stance, both hands gripping the gun, arms slightly bent. As Ma Pangzi pulled the trigger, his arms extended forward and backwards.

Witnessing this shooting posture, Su Xiao immediately associated it with the infamous traitorous shooting technique and instinctively moved behind the wall beside the door.

Pew pew pew...

Ma Pangzi's arms were stretching back and forth as he enjoyed shooting. Watching this, Su Xiao's lips twitched involuntarily.

"Quite something."

After emptying the magazine, Ma Pangzi blew on the muzzle, his face displaying a mix of satisfaction and a hint of sensuality.