I, A Soldier in the Field, A Ghost in the Smoke!

"Yeah..." The old man still had a smile on his face, trying to dispel Chen Yan's doubts, "I just went out to see other children nearby, and told everyone to pay attention to safety. After all, this time is not peaceful."

"Anyone like you besides here?"

"Well, yes, everyone's life is very difficult, but no matter what, these children need someone to stand up and take care of them..."

The old man Nakamura crouched on his waist, put his callous hands behind him, and slowly left this small'home'.

Chen Yan stood in place and looked at the old door, muttering softly.

"I need someone to take care of... after all..."

Opening the manhole cover of the sewer gently with his hand, Chen Yan finally saw today's blue sky.

The changeable weather is not as gloomy and raining as yesterday, but white clouds are floating in the sky softly, and the blue sky looks like a stained wall that looks refreshing.

Evidence of the heavy rain yesterday can be found on the ground, probably only the wet ground.

When I scanned the surroundings, it looked as lifeless as the ruins of a war. The few trees that I could occasionally see were crumbling, like a building that would dump all the time.

After leaving casually, Chen Yan didn't see anyone here, is it too early?

After finding a quiet place to sit down, Chen Yan began to check the guns in his armory. He had to take a good look at what was left in his backpack.

However, when Chen Yan checked his extra guns, he was stunned.

Chapter 10 Finger Gun?What the hell?

Except for an MG42 general-purpose machine gun, a signal receiver, and a shovel, something that Chen Yan has never seen before occupies a large position...

With doubts, Chen Yan took this thing out of his tactical backpack.

This is a gray-green steel rectangular box. Half of the exterior is shaped like the ammunition box used by Chen Yan before, and the other half is shaped like the medical box used by Chen Yan. There is an obvious dividing point in the middle to separate the two places. , The box is heavier to hold, and there is a string of English on it. The translation is...

Adaptable ammunition (medical) box...?

This is the first time Chen Yan has seen this thing. Is it different from ordinary ammunition boxes?

This was a tactical item that he might use. It was related to whether he could go home. Chen Yan didn't dare to be sloppy at all. He hurriedly lowered his head and began to study what this so-called adaptive box was used for.

First of all, on the medical side, there was only a syringe filled with light yellow liquid. In order to test the liquid, Chen Yan made a cut in his finger and injected a part of the liquid into his body. One minute later, the wound on his finger still showed no signs of healing, nor did he appear excited or extremely calm. After tangling for a while, Chen Yan returned the needle to the medical box.

Opening the ammunition box on the other side, Chen Yan looked inside...

Yes, this time it's more straightforward.

"Huh? Why is there nothing? Can you count as an ammunition box?"

Although Chen Yan's previous ammunition supply was a bit magical, at least there were neatly arranged Z bullets in the ordinary ammunition box, and this?There is nothing empty!Isn't this funny?

After another experiment, Chen Yan found that this ammunition box could not replenish his gun, and the other half of the medical box could not heal his wounds.

Chen Yan: "..."

So what is the use of this stuff!

In the end, Chen Yan put the box away and decided to take it out for research in the future.

Now, he wants to study another square signal receiver and the engineer shovel on the signal receiver.

Chen Yan gently put this odd-looking thing on the ground, and the signal receiver made a beeping sound. Then the signal receiver with the engineer shovel hung up on the ground and suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Yan was bashed by the dust on the ground.

"Cough cough cough..."

When he took a photo of the dust on his face, he was surprised to find that there was an extra human-sized pit on the ground. In the middle of the pit was a small (harmonious) platform that seemed to be placed on valuables. There was a small (harmonious) platform in the middle Green gloves.

This sudden change made Chen Yan stunned, and he didn't realize what happened for a while.

"What is this...is it?"

The gloves with a faint green light in the middle of the platform were still floating in the air. Chen Yan gently stretched his hand over and tried to take the gloves off the platform.

However, when he touched the glove, the glove disappeared suddenly!

Chen Yan: "???"

Chen Yan looked around left and right with a confused look, then glanced at his hand.

But at this moment, a voice came from Chen Yan's ear.

'The finger pistol is loaded and loses its pointer.'

Sure enough, when Chen Yan heard the words'lost the director', when he rechecked his tactical backpack, the signal receiver with the engineer shovel inside was really gone!

But what exactly is a finger pistol?

Chen Yan's head suddenly recalled the scene of shooting his finger as a gun when he was a child of Secondary Two Diseases, and his face blushed.

Black history black history...

But what exactly is this finger pistol?Do you really want to... use your finger?

"Well……"

After a wave of psychological shame, Chen Yan finally brought his right index finger and middle finger together, aimed at the dead leaves on the ground, and made a noise like this.

"Biu~!"

At the moment Chen Yan uttered his voice, a very small-caliber Z bullet was shot out of Chen Yan's fingertips and shot on this pale yellow leaf.

The dead leaves were instantly penetrated by the Z bullet, and most of his body was hit by the impact of the Z bullet to somewhere unknown, leaving a faint mark on the ground.

I thought that this would only be a self-inflicted act of passion plus the shame of Secondary 2, but I did not expect that his finger actually shot a Z bullet. Chen Yan himself was shocked so that his mouth opened into a circle, and his heart could not be calm for a long time. .

It seems that the shooting with fingers is beyond his acceptable range...

Shaking his head, Chen Yan saw a sparrow flying in the sky, flapping its wings and flying leisurely in the air.

Chen Yan stretched out his finger and pointed at the little pitiful flying in the sky.

"Biu~!"

Puff...

A Z projectile shot into the body of the passing sparrow. As the blood overflowed, the body lost its balance in flight, slipped directly from mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground.

Staring at his finger, Chen Yan was silent for a long time, and finally he picked up the sparrow on the ground, remembering the dinner he and the children had last night, his eyes moved to the birds circling in the sky, and his heart grew. Come up with a bold idea.

Since the gun is too loud, how about using a "pistol"?