Seeing the small plane flying out of the apron, Nanyi boarded his car. Pilot Chuck Aaron was sitting on the helicopter. Seeing Nanyi boarding the helicopter, she handed a handwritten book to Nanyi.

"Boss, this is the operating manual I wrote. You can read this while listening to my lectures."

"good."

Nan Yi took the manual, turned the first page, and said to Chuck Aaron: "Get started."

As Nan Yi finished speaking, Chuck Aaron began to give a lecture.

There are a few people who don’t want to fly in the sky. Nan Yi naturally also has a dream of flying. Whether it is a fixed-wing aircraft or a helicopter, he has to learn some driving skills.

Listening carefully to Chuck Aaron's lecture, Nan Yi was also taking notes and asking questions from time to time.

Time passed by more than two hours inadvertently, and the class ended.

After saying goodbye to Chuck Aaron, Nan Yi went to his gun library.

When he went out, Nanyi's preference for guns, Johnny helped Nanyi build a gun warehouse and kept buying various types of guns from the market. Not only were there big goods, but also all kinds of strange models.

After circling around the gun curvy, Nan Yi picked up a few guns, brought a few boxes of matching ammunition and went to the shooting range.

The first thing he got started was an m1910/21 pistol, which was improved on the Bergman m1910.

After World War I, Denmark, which had ordered m1910 from Bergman, wanted to continue ordering, but Bergman could no longer provide it at that time, so Denmark had to produce it itself.

Production began in 1921 and has been improved during production, so it is called the m1910/21 pistol.

Bergman's pistol series has never been adopted by major powers and is not well-known worldwide. Moreover, because of its appearance very similar to that of a wrench gun, it is often misunderstood as a replica of a wrench gun.

But in fact, Bergman is a true original. Since the first 1893 style in 1892, the pistol he developed took the path of front-mounting magazines, which is not Mauser's patent.

Nan Yi loaded six bullets, pulled the bolt, and pulled the trigger at the target.

After a round of shooting, Nan Yi put the gun on the gun stand beside him and shook his left hand. The recoil of the gun was probably insufficient, and the tiger's mouth that fired the first shot was shocked.

"Old and me, okay?"

"It's okay, this gun has a greater recoil than a normal pistol that fires 9mm ammunition."

"It's great to be satisfied, old and meticulous, can I get started?"

"Of course, just play whatever you want, don't mess it up for me, remember to wipe the gun."

"no problem."

Devin came over, picked up the gun, loaded the bullet and started to rage the target.

"The accuracy is a little bit poor, the muzzle jump is too severe, and you have to aim three centimeters when aiming." After the shooting, Devin commented.

"Try this."

Nan Yi handed Dewen a gun he had just finished shooting. This one was also an m1910/21 pistol, an improved version of the Warsaw Uprising Army that year. It lengthened the barrel and magazine, and added a speed and slow machine, turning it into a submachine pistol.

Hold the wooden gun box on and you can turn it into a submachine gun.

"This bad design." After taking the gun, Dewin complained: "The barrel is too long and the beauty is destroyed. However, the range and recoil should be weakened, and the design of this flame suppressor is good."

"It's okay, the recoil is not as strong as the one in front. Although it's a bit ugly, it's quite practical." Nan Yi said, and his hand was loaded with ammunition into a disc magazine of mp18 submachine guns that was also Bergman series.

"Dewin, do you understand Arabic?"

"You know a little bit, it's okay to have ordinary conversations." Daiwen said, "Old and Xiao, where are you going? Didn't you just say in the morning that I won't have a holiday in the next two years?"

"This is not to let you take a vacation. You will lead the team to protect two people to Tunisia. I like its olives." Nan Yi said, holding the mp18 in his hand and hitting the target again.

“When will you set out?”

"You set out in three days and go to Paris to meet with the people you want to protect."

"clear."

After staying at the shooting range for another two hours, Nan Yi and his men left the Peace Dove's residence.

When the car passed Washington Street, Devin suddenly pulled the handbrake and the car stopped suddenly. Because of inertia, Nan Yi's body shook forward. Fortunately, he had always had the habit of wearing a seat belt, so he did not hit the back of the seat.

"What's wrong?"

"A cat suddenly jumped out, I don't know if it hit it." Daiwen replied, then picked up the intercom, "Pathfinder, Pathfinder."

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"Get out of the car and check if I hit the cat, over."

“got'it.”

As the call ended, three people got out of the car in front. One of them walked in front with a reflector in his hand. He arrived next to Nan Yi's car, first observed the bottom of the car with a reflector, and then nodded to the other person.

The other man then bent down and looked at the wheel in front, then said to the intercom, "VIP, I didn't hit the cat, but the cat got into the wheel hub and seemed to refuse to leave, over."

"Ask what cat." Nan Yi said to Dewen.

"Pathfinder, what cat, over."

"Looking like a shorthair cat, not sure."

"I'll go down and take a look." Nan Yi said again.

"Gebone, get off the car and be alert."

Washington Street is located in Brooklyn. Although the Empire State Building is right next to it, it is also one of the riot areas in New York, so Dewin cannot be careful.

After Daiwen finished speaking, there was a commotion. He nodded to Nan Yi until he confirmed that there was no problem.

Nan Yi pushed open the door and got out of the car, walked to the front wheel position, an Asian squatted and went to the wheel hub to look inside, a "short-haired cat" stayed in the wheel hub. When he saw Nan Yi's face, he meowed, then he got out of the wheel hub, lay at Nan Yi's feet, and shouted at him again.

Then he ran out to the east for more than two meters away, turned around and shouted at Nan Yi again.

Nan Yi understood what this short-haired cat wanted to express. This was to let him keep up. He probably wanted to take Nan Yi to somewhere.

Nan Yi hesitated for a moment, and said to Dewen: "Take two people with you to have a look."

"yes."

Daiwen ordered two people and walked towards the shorthair cat, but the shorthair cat saw that it was not Nan Yi who was following him, so he called out to him again.

"What a spiritual cat."

Nan Yi praised. Although he knew in his heart that this cat probably needed some help from him, and it was unlikely that he would train him to set goals specifically for diving fishing, he still didn't want to bet.

His kindness will only be emitted while ensuring his own safety.

Nan Yi shook his head at the shorthair cat, and pointed at Daiwen again.

The shorthaired cat turned around and stared at Daiwen for a long time before running forward for more than two meters, then turned around and walked forward step by step with Daiwen and the other two until they turned into an alley.

Unable to see it, Nan Yi took his eyes back and thought about it in his mind. Why did this short-haired cat choose himself from the bodyguard pile?

"The smell of blood!"

Nan Yi quickly realized that everyone on the side had been stained with blood, which means he was still a good man, and it seemed not surprising that he was chosen because of the sensitivity of animals to crisis.

"Boss" The Huo Niu from the sissy team walked to Nan Yi with the intercom, "Daiwen wants to talk to you."

"What's wrong?" Nan Yi said after taking the walkie-talkie and pressing the call button.

"No danger, there is a litter of kittens, and a little girl of eight or nine years old."

"I understand, come here, over."

Nan Yi returned the walkie-talkie to Huoniu and walked towards the alley. After a while, he saw Daiwen standing in a corner with a little girl squatting beside him.

"What's wrong with them?" Nan Yi came to the girl and saw a nest of six or seven kittens. It seemed that they were just born, with their eyes closed and trembling there.

"I don't know either. It was like this when I discovered them just now. Brother, can you help them?" the girl begged.

Nan Yi turned his head and looked at the girl's face, with eyes with green pupils, and his upper and lower lips were a little outward. His face was a typical Slavic face. Nan Yi glanced at it a few more times and was about to look down to see if the mountain top was high to confirm whether he had recognized the wrong person.

Then, immediately, he wanted to slap himself, "Damn, this is still a little girl, it's weird if there are mountains."

However, he could basically be sure that the little girl in front of him was a familiar person. Isn’t this the fuck Alice, the one who protects the umbrella in Resident Evil.

"Strange, isn't Jovovich a Ukrainian? He's not a slander who became an adult?"

It is suspected that Jovovich stared at Nan Yi. If you don’t save them, I will give you a dog-legged knife. It is said that women are unreasonable, and they are particularly obvious in her.

Nan Yi was "soft-hearted". Not to mention that he liked cats, he would not refuse to die. Even for the sake of the beautiful girl's request, why would he refuse?

After looking at the shorthaired cat next to him, Nan Yi said angrily: "Did the rich family come out? You don't have any experience in life, and you don't know how to find a warmer place to have a baby."

Nan Yi took off his coat and rolled it into the shape of a chicken coop. He carried his neck and put the kittens into the chicken coop. After putting all the six kittens, he covered the reserved chicken coop on the chicken coop.

After getting the kitten done, he smiled and said to the suspected Jovovich next to him: "My name is Adam, little sister, what's your name?"

When Jovovich heard this, he raised his head, wiped his face, stretched out his hand to pretend to be an adult, and said to Nanyi: "Milica Bogdanovna Jovovich, hello, Mr. Adam."

"So, should I call you Milika?"

"You can call me Mira." Jovovich corrected.

"Oh, Mira, you live here?"

"No, I live in Los Angeles. I am an actor and come to New York to participate in a TV series."

"So, the crew is right next to you?"

"No, I'm out to play by myself and lost." Jovovich said embarrassedly.

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Nan Yi then recalled the plot of "Resident Evil". He couldn't recall the details, but he could still remember the classic style and story core. It was not difficult to write a brief story outline.

"Where is your home? I can take time to go to Los Angeles in March to visit your home, maybe I can provide some help to your home."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"My family lives at 121, Sixth Street in the city center."
Chapter completed!