บท 107: Dead Eyes That Do Not Close From Lingering Grievance

"Eh?"

Jiang He blinked and threw a glance at the opposite yard.

Was he imagining things?

Why did he seem to hear a different sound just now, as if a bullet had pierced through a body?

"I must have imagined it. Why would there be anyone around after the whole village moved away?"

Shaking his head, Jiang He turned towards Dumbo and Trumbo.

Dumbo was lying behind the gatling gun and pressing on the trigger, whereas Trumbo had enlarged itself and stood on its two rear legs, loading bullet chain after bullet chain. The two beasts were beside themselves with joy firing, barking, and purring away as they sprayed bullets all over the night.

"Stop!"

"I'm just letting you test it. Why are you so excited?"

A good chunk of the bullet chain—over four thousand bullets—was used up just like that. In other words, the dog and cat had fired up to six million bucks, and not even literally burning money was that quick.