From Prisoner to Si Chen

Chapter 50 Sparrow (Thanks to the Leader "Transcendant of the Heavens" For the Reward)

"I really want to try it with someone... Mr. Oystercatcher?"

Gilan murmured, then shook his head.

"He can't do it. He's too weak. What if I can't control my strength and kick him to death?"

He thought about it, and finally planned to practice in the attic on the fourth floor. There was a sturdy dummy target there, which should allow him to test the power of the "Bone Crushing Kick".

But before that, Jilan decided to use up the remaining 5 points of mysterious energy.

He took out the Colt short-barreled revolver that was only as big as a palm in his waist and thought to himself:

'My mastery of firearms is limited to double-barreled shotguns, but pistols are the most commonly used weapons, and double-barreled shotguns can be stored in the dimensional space and can serve as a surprise trump card. It is best not to use them at will... Then, yes Consider improving your pistol proficiency. ’

Gilan held the handle of the revolver with his right hand and muttered in his heart:

'gorgeous. ’

The colored number "5" in the corner of his sight jumped and changed back to "0" again.

Suddenly, a lot of knowledge and skills about short-barreled revolvers appeared in Gillan's mind, and his body instantly became familiar with the revolver in his hand.

Like an old gunslinger who has been shooting pistols for many years.

Oh no!

Gillan flicked the ring finger of his right hand, and the short-barreled revolver rotated in his hand.

He flicked his right arm holding the gun, and his eyes, rear sight and crosshair were all aligned, aiming straight at a big tit on the treetop outside the window. Then he shook his right hand and threw the revolver to his left hand, aiming again at the room. Ball-shaped bump on the coat rack in the corner.

Swish…

The revolver keeps switching between his hands, aiming at various small objects around him, such as wall calendars, table corners, doorknobs, lampshades, decorative vases, etc.

Gillan is confident that he can hit any small target in the room.

Click.

The left wheel fell into the right hand again, and his thumb flipped the spring nest switch, and the wheel popped out and started spinning.

Gillan took out the 9mm bullets that Miss Seagull gave him from his trouser pocket. He raised and lowered his left hand with his fingers as nimble as a pianist playing. In less than two seconds, he loaded six yellow bullets into the bullet chamber. close.

'very good. ’

Gillan nodded with satisfaction.

He loaded the remaining bullets into two quick loaders in advance, then gathered them together and put them into his trouser pockets.

Immediately, he got up and left the room, going to the fourth-floor attic of the apartment.

After closing the attic door, he found a dummy target and stood three meters in front of it.

"Hiss...hoo..."

Jilan took a deep breath, her legs were shoulder-width apart, and her hands relaxed and dropped naturally.

His eyes were calmly staring at the head of the target dummy.

Suddenly, he moved——

I saw that its speed was astonishingly fast. In the blink of an eye, it advanced two steps forward, twisted its waist to the left, bent its right leg, and suddenly kicked forward, like an invincible steel spear!

The gray and black suit trouser legs passed through an afterimage, and instantly hit the dummy target's head!

Pong! !

There was a loud bang.

The 10-pound head on the dummy target suddenly flew up, hit the wall like a twisted ball, and made a dent. Then it flew across the afterimage bullet to the ceiling, and after collision, it hit hard. Fall to the ground!

Boom, boom, boom! !

The sound echoed in the attic for a long time, and Gilan looked a little surprised.

'Fortunately I didn't find Mr. Oystercatcher...' he thought to himself. ‘With this kick, his head will bloom, right? ’

Immediately, he picked up the dummy target head on the ground and took a closer look.

Jilan was shocked to see that the prosthetic head in his hand had become dented, the layers of cowhide wrapped around it had burst, the cotton was scattered, and the 0.5 cm layer of iron inside had a hole, exposing the innermost solid hardwood, which was also cracked and even Every time you move, a lot of sawdust will be scattered.

He walked to the dummy target carrying the tattered prosthetic head, and found that a steel bar that originally fixed the head was bent back at 90 degrees, which was caused by the "bone-crushing kick" just now.

'As expected of the kicking technique developed by the deputy leader of the "Healing Knights", it is really powerful...'

Ji Lan was very satisfied with the secret skills he had mastered, but soon frowned.

'It's just that the dummy target was damaged...'

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At 3:30 in the afternoon, the sun was setting low.

The light of dusk falls on the city of Brak. The wealthy district of Haost is located on the mountainside. There are many high-rise buildings. The shadows of the straight buildings are like black slashes, crisscrossing the streets.

Miss Sparrow rode a taxi alone, heading towards her home.

Golden light flickered on and off his face.

She couldn't help but sigh uneasily and murmured:

"I came home so late again today, I hope dad won't be angry."

Miss Sparrow almost never spends the night in the apartment of the community. The reason is that her family is strict and she has always been raised by her father to be a lady.

How could an unmarried lady spend the night outside for no reason? If this was spread, the Laurie family would lose face.

Moreover, she also knew very well that her father had gone from an unknown technician to a big businessman with three factories and two shops today, and he had made efforts that others could not imagine.

My father always hoped to gain recognition and respect from others.

However, the status of merchants in the Bremen Empire is not high. Even if they have considerable wealth, they are still nothing in the eyes of the real upper class circles, especially in the eyes of high-ranking politicians and nobles.

This also made her father devote himself to cultivating her into a real noble lady.

Of course, this was also due to my late mother...my mother's family had always looked down on my father.

My father was holding his breath.

When the carriage passed through the fifth block of Haust, a commercial street near Daffodil Square, Miss Sparrow got off the carriage by the street.

According to the fare of 2 merlang per kilometer, she paid the coachman 1 penny fare, plus a 5 merlang tip, and left gracefully with the driver's hat-off and joyful praise.

Miss Sparrow didn't walk for long before she saw a couple walking towards her.

The couple was dressed cheaply. The woman was wearing a simple dark yellow dress, her hair was tied up, tied with linen, and she used cheap foundation and lipstick to make up the common makeup of women at the bottom of society.

Her husband was wearing blue and black work clothes and an old leather beret.

"Good day, Miss Aurora Lowry." The woman smiled flatteringly, clasped her hands together, and bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm glad to meet you two too." Miss Sparrow stopped and smiled. "Is the factory off? Are you planning to go shopping, or..."

The couple in front of her were workers at one of their own businesses, the Glass Glass Factory. Because the factory had good welfare benefits and the boss, Fuzz Lowry, Miss Sparrow's father, treated the workers very kindly, they respected and loved the young lady.

"Yes, Miss, it's off." The man beside the woman took off his hat awkwardly and smiled stiffly.

"Your father, Mr. Fuzz Lowry, is very good to us employees. He only requires seven hours of work every day, but the salary is no less than 1 merlang, and there are even occasional bonuses... My wife and I can also get off work early to buy some food and go home to make a hot dinner for the children like we do now."

He smiled honestly.

"My father was also an excellent worker like you. He can understand your hard work and know what you want in your heart." Miss Sparrow smiled and stepped aside to make way. "Okay, I won't bother you to go home. The children must be waiting impatiently, right?"

"No, no..." The man waved his hand.

His wife seemed to see that Miss Sparrow was in a hurry, so she quietly pulled her husband's sleeves, and the two of them said goodbye to Miss Sparrow and left quickly.

Miss Sparrow watched the couple walk away, and seemed to be happy for them. The uneasiness she had originally feared for her father's blame also eased a lot.

A moment later.

She came to a three-story apartment in the fifth block of Host. This was the property of Mr. Fuzz Lowry and also her home, Aurora Lowry.

Pushing open the iron fence gate, the two maids who were watering the flowers and weeding in the small garden hurriedly greeted her:

"Miss Aurora."

"Thank you for your hard work, both of you." Miss Sparrow responded with a smile.

She walked to the porch of the apartment in small steps, stood in front of the white oak carved double door, took a deep breath, gently put her hand on the door handle, pushed it, and then carefully stuck her head in.

The next second, Miss Sparrow was startled.

A middle-aged man with gray hair, a suit and a vest, and a goat-like moustache was sitting on the sofa, frowning on his serious face, looking at her quietly.

"Dad... Miss Amore is so hospitable. She dragged me to talk about her pet dog Pat and some gardening topics. I accidentally forgot the time. Sorry."

Miss Sparrow smiled sweetly and slowly moved into the house.

Just when she was nervous because of her father's gaze, she saw her father sighing, his eyebrows showing sadness, patting the sofa, and motioning her to come over.

"Dad?" Miss Sparrow saw that her father was different from the past, so she hurried over to sit down. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, Aurora." Mr. Fuzz lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

"It's the Louis family. They plan to report to the authorities that our factory did not comply with the Empire's '12-hour work system' and will face heavy fines. Even I may be thrown into prison..."

Thanks to "The Transcendent of the Heavens" for the 100,000 reward!

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