King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1533 - Capítulo 1533: 1245: Old Soldiers' Entertainm

Capítulo 1533: Chapter 1245: Old Soldiers’ Entertainnt

Old Du’s full na is Du Biao. He’s 65 years old, a few years younger than Old Master Tong, but he looks quite old.

A rural soldier, he managed to beco a regint commander after ten years of crawling through cat ear holes in the Southwest. However, because he was uneducated and “had a screw loose,” he was relegated to the most dangerous departnt of the Southwest Police.

The old guy joined the army as soon as he ca of age, and the flas of war in the Southwest ignited a fervor in him that hasn’t extinguished even now.

That kind of “fervor” is like a perpetual motion machine. Once ignited, your body’s instincts will tell you what is truly aningful, and once you’re removed from a familiar environnt, you beco uncomfortable in all sorts of ways.

Joe Ga is the sa kind of person, so he completely understands the transformation in Old Du’s spirit and energy!

In just a few hundred ters of uphill road, Old Du straightened his hunchback, and the age spots on his face were covered by an excited blush.

Old Master Tong took the opportunity when Boss Qiao went to get the guns, to check Old Du’s blood pressure, and found that it was surprisingly fine…

Seeing Old Du, who seed a bit out of place in Boss Qiao’s ho but whose voice started becoming loud and clear…

Old Master Tong helplessly said, “Sergeant, take it easy…”

Old Du saw two young n in the distance looking at him like hungry wolves. He grinned and waved at them, then turned to Old Master Tong, saying, “Old Tong, you’re older than I am, and you retired earlier…

Logically, you should understand more than I do. Tell , what does a guy like live for?

I haven’t been to school; apart from handling guns and fighting, I don’t know anything else!

I’ve read newspapers for almost twenty years, but all I’ve achieved is recognizing a few more characters, nothing more.

Now both my sons are married, and my grandchildren are in elentary school…

They’re not as impressive as your son, but they’ve done pretty well in the military.

My wife is with the cultural troupe and is never ho, so I’m the only idle one in the family…

Tell , what else can I do in this life?”

Saying this, Old Du looked at Old Master Tong, grinning as he said, “Old Tong, my soul was lost on the battlefield decades ago!

If I can’t find it again, when I die, I’ll just be a pile of useless flesh!”

Old Master Tong wasn’t sure what to feel in his heart. Just as he was about to say sothing, he heard a voice co from behind…

“Hey, sharpshooter old man…”

When Old Master Tong turned his head, he saw the chubby Eric standing there holding an extrely beautiful Constellation Shotgun…

Seeing that he had caught Old Master Tong’s attention, Eric proudly exhibited the Constellation Shotgun, grinning as he said, “I got this treasure in Ndele. Let’s have another competition this ti.”

Despite being clumsy and combative, Eric isn’t annoying, especially for these elderly gentlen who need so vitality. Having soone who can get you moving, even if it leads to a scuffle, is a good thing.

Old Master Tong’s English is decent. He gave Eric a thumbs-up, then looked at Old Du, smiling as he said, “We’ll discuss family matters later. This young man is challenging us. Sergeant, are you going to accept?”

Old Du scrutinized the short, stocky Eric with his big beard but dainty deanor, and he abashedly rubbed his chin and said, “What’s his background?”

Before Old Master Tong could say anything, Joe Ga ca back with several rifles slung over his shoulder…

He nudged the ‘troublemaking’ Eric aside and handed two rifles with a scent of fresh wood, M14 rifles, to the two elders, then said to the disgruntled Eric, “You can play too, but the loser will have to mow the lawn of the estate tomorrow.”

Eric hesitated for a mont, then said proudly, “Well, those two old fellows are going to have a hard ti, but it’s okay; I’ll personally sponsor them two mowers.”

Joe Ga burst out laughing at this guy who never learns his lesson. He glanced at the two elders, each enthralled with their M14, then quietly said to Eric, “If you manage to get half of their score, I’ll count it as your win.

Do you want to gamble a bit bigger?

I’ll bet with you!

Mowing is boring. The loser has to clean the estate’s public toilet with a toothbrush; how about that?”

Eric paused, sneaked a look at Old Du, then decisively shook his head, saying, “No, I only bet what I can deliver on myself…”

With a serious face, looking at Eric, Joe Ga dismissively hissed, saying, “Buddy, I always thought you were a tough guy, but you’ve let down!”

Eric nonchalantly shrugged, said, “I think you’re up to sothing dubious. If you swear that everything you’re saying is true, I’ll take the bet!

Do you really think I’m a tough guy?”

Joe Ga unhesitatingly gave him the finger, then turned around to lead the two elders toward the estate’s backyard…

The mont Old Du got his hands on the gun, all his discomfort due to the language barrier vanished…

The old fellow skillfully fiddled with the M14 in his hands, constantly admiring, “This is really a good gun, a really good gun…”

Joe Ga, as a gunsmith, shalessly accepted the old guy’s praise. He walked to a makeshift table, smiling as he said, “It’s getting dark. Now isn’t the best ti for target practice, but I’ve made so arrangents. The pros should be able to adapt quickly…

Do you need a scope? I’ve got the best ones here!”

Old Du shook his head indicating no, then skillfully removed the magazine from the M14, pulled the bolt to check the chamber, then put the gun down, rubbed his hands together vigorously and said, “Not sure if I’m still used to it, after all these years, I’ve lost the calluses on my hands…”