Capítulo 909: Chapter 908: Shoot as You Wish, but Pay for Your Ammo
No matter how others tried to persuade her, Wen Lan’s mind was made up.
Lin Nianhe and Wang Shui, unable to change her mind, silently began to help her pack her luggage.
Wang Shui sewed a small pocket into each of her clothes, inside were five hundred US dollars in cash.
“Don’t take it apart when washing clothes; I’ve tried it, the money can still be used after washing. But be gentle, don’t rub it too hard… If you lose your wallet, it doesn’t matter, you will have money to go back… If you encounter robbery or kidnapping, just ask them to call ho…”
Wang Shui frowned deeply, instructing her word by word.
“The call ho might not get through, morize the Shen family’s number. If you can’t get through to ho, call the Shen family.” Lin Nianhe chid in, still feeling unsure, “Forget it, let get a ballpoint pen and write the numbers on the clothes.”
Wen Lan: “…”
“Silly girl, don’t ss up my nice clothes!”
She glared at them: “Aren’t you going to hire two bodyguards?”
Lin Nianhe’s eyes lit up: “Hey, don’t say, you really don’t say! I rember Vladimir has a group of bros with AKs, I’ll give him a call!”
Wang Shui slapped Wen Lan’s thigh: “Yes, yes, Nianhe, go quickly!”
Wen Lan: “…?”
“Don’t you think, having a bunch of people around makes a bigger, more obvious target? What if they mistake for a raider at that ti?”
“Uh…”
Actually, that makes sense.
Lin Nianhe took back her step, worried with a furrowed brow: “Then what to do?”
Wang Shui: “Less people maybe?”
Wen Lan felt a headache, she pulled Lin Nianhe to sit beside her, and conveniently clasped the hands of Wang Shui who was still patting her thigh, into her palms.
Three hands clasped together, Wen Lan felt their hands were cold.
She sighed lightly and said, “Don’t you think if soone really kidnaps , wouldn’t the kidnappers be more unfortunate than ?”
“Uh…”
Imagine a kidnapper risking his life in the midst of gunfire to capture a girl, only to find out she is a journalist, and a very capable one at that.
Indeed, it is quite unlucky.
But it didn’t stop Lin Nianhe and Wang Shui from feeling utterly pessimistic.
Not only pessimistic, but also at a loss for solutions.
“Forget it, let’s not talk about it now.”
Lin Nianhe rembered what she was supposed to do, deciding to handle the business first.
She handed Wen Lan a bag wrapped tightly with wax paper and plastic: “Here are cold dicine, anti-inflammatory, painkillers, fever reducers… I’ve written dosages and symptoms on the bottles, take them.”
“And so vitamins, since you might not eat or sleep well out there, take a little vitamin each day to avoid night blindness.”
These dicines were from Lin Nianhe’s personal stock, most more effective than current ones, she removed packaging and stuffed more into the bottles for Wen Lan.
“Okay.” Wen Lan nodded, putting the dicine aside.
Lin Nianhe hesitated, still instructing: “Though I’ve prepared a lot, reserve at least one bottle of each for yourself; don’t distribute them all in a rush.”
“Okay, okay.”
“Rember that? Don’t brush off!”
“I rember!” Wen Lan pointed to the ceiling beam, “I swear to the beam, I’ll keep so for myself, dicine and food, okay?”
Lin Nianhe replied softly, leaning moodily on Wen Lan’s shoulder.
“Don’t act as if it’s a tragic farewell.” Wen Lan stroked her head, softly for once, “I might return by the end of the year, just like Su Yuncheng went to war and returned in two months.”
Lin Nianhe sighed silently.
That war was indeed fast, but the place Wen Lan was heading… she checked last night, and the war there had lasted eight years.
If Wen Lan returned within a year or half, it would be quite good.
Given her character, even withdrawing might not ensure she actually leaves.
“No matter what, stay safe outside,” Wang Shui wiped her moist eyes, gazing at Wen Lan, “If anything’s lacking, find a way to let us know, we’ll try our best.”
“Okay— got it—”
Wen Lan couldn’t rember how many tis she had repeated those four words in the past two days.
She was sowhat scared too, but compared to fear, she wanted more people to know the truth.
“Nianhe?”
A voice from outside called, it was Su Yuncheng.
Lin Nianhe responded, wiped her tears, and stepped outside.
“What’s up?”
She asked lethargically.
Seeing her like this, Su Yuncheng knew he ca at the right ti.
He said, “Is Wen Lan here?”
“Yes.”
“Follow ,” Su Yuncheng suggested.
“Huh?” Lin Nianhe puzzled, “Where to?”
“You’ll know when we get there.”
Su Yuncheng’s lips curved slightly, showing she needn’t worry.
“Okay.”
Lin Nianhe trusted Su Yuncheng completely, hearing him say so, went inside to call Wen Lan and Wang Shui, following him.
Su Yuncheng drove a long way, taking them to a shooting range.
“I got the approval,” Su Yuncheng handed a pistol to Wen Lan, “Training basic skills for war reporters.”
Wen Lan was stunned: “? Train this?”
“Nothing else could be more useful.” said Su Yuncheng, “I’ll teach you.”
Wen Lan was still processing, Lin Nianhe and Wang Shui were already excited: “Right, right! Train well!”
Wen Lan blinked, took the cold gun in her hand.
Su Yuncheng’s teaching was quite rigorous, starting with posture, having Wen Lan hold the gun in proper stance for an hour.
As she practiced posture, he wasn’t idle, spewing various knowledge all at once.
Including, but not limited to, safe avoidance from ballistic trajectories, a hundred ways to find a cover, self-rescue near a tank… All invaluable veteran experiences.
Listening to it made Wen Lan’s blood heat, eager to forsake pen for battle.
A distance away, Wang Shui sat on a small stool, sighed: “Five years, it’s my first ti hearing Su Yuncheng talk this much without stop.”
Lin Nianhe: “You’re not alone, it’s my first too.”
Su Yuncheng strove to impart everything to Wen Lan, repeating so keys three or four tis.
Wen Lan listened intently, engraving each word in her mind.
These are lifesaving Divine Skills, must rember well!
The hour “standing penalty” ended, Su Yuncheng instructed on aiming, allowing Wen Lan to practice shooting.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Wen Lan fired three shots.
All missed the target.
Sister Lan was shocked: “No way? I aid right!”
Su Yuncheng seed unfazed, calmly said: “First ti, normal. Sharpshooter is crafted with bullets.”
Suddenly, he added: “Forgot to ntion, you’ll bear all bullet costs.”
Simply put— shoot freely, but it’s on your di.
Wen Lan took a deep breath.
“Bang!”
Hit the 9th ring.
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