The Life of a Gangster That Started In a Gun Shop

"Are you OK?"

Five minutes after the gunshot, Ye Qing gasped and asked Zhang Ruize, who was slumped on the ground.

Moments before the gunshot, Ye Qing stretched the muzzle toward the target. And Zhang Ruize's thumb just hit the trigger.

When the gun rang, Ye Qing was frightened at the same time, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel fortunate that he finally turned the muzzle to the target. This action ensures that no one is in a life-threatening situation in this unexpected safety accident.

Ye Qing is asking Zhang Ruize's question now, but he is actually asking if his hand is scratched by the sleeve. After all, when the pistol was fired, the explosive kinetic energy of the bullet and gunpowder pushed the back seat of the slide, and it didn't matter whether Zhang Ruize grabbed the slide or not.

It was impossible for his strength to stop the back seat of the sleeve, but he held it tightly. Ye Qing guessed that his palm was probably scratched.

"It's scratched."

I don't know if I was awakened by Ye Qing's words, or I was awakened by the stinging pain from the palm of my hand. Zhang Ruize stared blankly at the bright red on his hand and said.

"Lacieby, get the iodine and band-aids!"

While Ye Qing inserted the cleaned gun into the holster, he walked quickly to Zhang Ruize's side and squatted down to check his injury.

Ye Qing actually didn't blame him for this accident. Honestly speaking, the main responsibility is on yourself.

In the fear just now, Ye Qing thought a lot. From the sample guns placed in the tempered glass on the wall in his store without a trigger lock, to the first few contacts, he casually threw the modified guns without bullets to Zhang Ruize to play with.

After all, this guy's bad habit was entirely developed by himself.

"Ye, here's something."

Laceby asked while bending over to pass the iodine and Band-Aid in his hands to Ye Qing, who was squatting on the ground.

"Is he all right?"

"It should be fine, it looks like it's just a skin injury."

As Ye Qing spoke, he took a bottle of mineral water from the table next to him and opened it.

"Come on, give me your hand. Rinse first, then disinfect."

Hearing Ye Qing's words, Zhang Ruize stretched out his hand in front of Ye Qing. The cold mineral water rushed through the wound and felt fine, but when Ye Qing rubbed the wound with a cotton swab dipped in iodophor. Zhang Ruize gasped for a moment.

"Sorry, I... didn't know there were bullets in it."

The momentary pain brought Zhang Ruize back a lot of consciousness.

"It's alright, I don't blame you for this. It's my responsibility. Your condition is fine. The skin was injured, but it was scratched by the scope on the sleeve."

Seeing Zhang Ruize's injury, Ye Qing also breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of who is to blame for this incident, if someone really suffers serious injuries because of this incident, it will definitely be a fatal blow to me who is in the rising stage of my career.

Even Sig Sauer, who plans to announce Ye Qing's joining soon, will terminate his contract with him.

After all, no one wants to trust a gun made by someone who can't even guarantee safety.

"It's over, don't think about it. Remember in the future, whether or not there is a bullet in the gun, you have to treat it as if it were full and loaded, and take it seriously."

After wiping the iodophor, Ye Qing put the Band-Aid on Zhang Ruize.

"Okay, don't be afraid. When you're ready, I'll teach you how to use a gun."

Seeing that Zhang Ruize was fine, the onlookers breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a silent atmosphere, and no one spoke to break it for a while.

"Harris, order a batch of trigger locks. Whether it's a gun in the warehouse or a sample gun for display, the trigger is locked."

The sharp-eyed Ye Qing saw Harris who was watching in the crowd, and said quickly.

Seeing the safety accident, Harris, who knew that this was not a child's play, just nodded silently to signal that he had written it down, changing his exaggerated style in the past.

"Brother Qing, this is what we brought you from China."

Seemingly awakened by Ye Qing's words, Li Shenghao spoke first. At the same time, he handed the things in his hand to Ye Qing, but his tone was not as excited as when he first came.

"Thank you, you guys are caring. I haven't eaten this stuff for more than half a year, and I still think about it."

Looking at the large package of hot and dry noodles handed over by the little fat man, Ye Qing said sincerely. Compared to his stupid cousin, Ye Qing really thinks of them as his younger siblings now.

The news that he is from Jiangcheng, but Ye Qing mentioned it when they met for the first time. Unexpectedly, these little guys remembered it all. After returning to China, they still thought of themselves and brought themselves hot dry noodles.

"Brother Qing, is Rui Ze okay?"

Although it seemed that Zhang Ruize was no longer in serious trouble, Xiao Pang still asked a little apprehensively.

"It's okay, Fatty. Skin trauma, Brother Qing, I..."

"Okay, needless to say. It's okay, safety first. Let's go, Brother Qing cooks at noon, let's have a good meal, and wait for the wound on your hand to heal. I will teach each of you to use a gun, so that No more fear of guns."

Seeing the shy expressions on the faces of these little guys, Ye Qing knew that this incident might have left some shadows in their hearts.

In order to make up for his mistakes, Ye Qing put his arms around Zhang Ruize's shoulders and said solemnly while walking them into the store.

Seeing that things are resolved, there are no mistakes. The onlookers Conn, Lacibee and others also dispersed, and Harris went to the warehouse himself. Begin to count the number of guns in your inventory and prepare to buy enough trigger locks.

"Come on, let's have a lollipop and take a break. I'll cook."

Looking at the eight little guys sitting at the table, Ye Qing suddenly thought of the star lollipop that O'Hafa gave him. There is a box of solar system series, exactly eight lollipops, one for each person.

Put the lollipops on the table and let them choose their favorite flavors ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ye Qing put on her apron and started to cook.

"Brother Qing..."

"Okay, don't say anything if you apologize. I've said it so many times just now. It's not your responsibility. Did your boy's ears fall into the country?"

Ye Qing, who was washing rice and preparing to cook, suddenly heard Zhang Ruize's voice behind him and said quickly.

"No, it's not an apology. Those girls don't seem to want to learn guns from you, brother Qing."

"Oh why?"

Ye Qing suddenly stopped adding water to the rice cooker and asked.

"Maybe they were just frightened, and then they felt that after finishing school in the federation, they still have to go back to China. In this case, it seems unnecessary to learn guns or not, and they will waste money."

Zhang Ruize looked at Ye Qing's movements and said silently.

"And they are all students. They probably don't know how to talk to their family. After all, the cost of bullets..."

"I see, you don't have to worry about the cost. I still don't have any money for you little guys. As for the reason for learning guns."

After Ye Qing heard Zhang Ruize's words, he was a little relieved. If it wasn't for trust issues, that's fine. For a store or even an enterprise, a crisis of confidence is always the most harmful.

"You are only in the first year of high school. If you come to the Federation to study, you will not be able to return to China for the college entrance examination. If you count the time in college, you will still be here for six or seven years."

"Learning to use a gun will not only help you better understand the federal culture, but also master a means of self-protection. At the same time, when you go to college, sometimes you go out to play with your classmates, if they want to play with guns, You can also know what the proper use of a gun should look like."

"Once they behave irregularly, you also know how to prevent yourself from being affected."