Chapter 182
But then I thought, who would dare to steal from the home of the Dragon Slayer Dragon Slayer Army's top gunner?
Perhaps they feel they've lived too long.
Leon entered through the back door and went into the living room.
The room was a little messy.
Various plush toys and changes of clothes were scattered haphazardly on the sofa.
If Losweiser saw this, she probably wouldn't even bother to clean it up; she could just unleash a dragon flame attack and save everyone the trouble.
Hiss--
Why did my thoughts keep drifting back to that Dragon Queen?
Missing someone is understandable, but you're already missing them after only a few hours apart?
Isn't this a bit too hasty?
Leon shook his head, banishing his jumbled thoughts, and continued observing Rebecca's house.
On the coffee table next to it was a pile of disassembled handgun parts, and next to it was a blank training round.
Rebecca is a chatterbox, always talking non-stop, so when she's alone, she always needs to relieve her loneliness more than others.
So she cultivated a unique hobby for herself:
Assemble the guns.
Disassemble a complete handgun, then put it back together, then disassemble it again, then put it back together.
The process was quite boring and tedious, but she could play quietly for a whole night.
As a gunner, understanding the principles of firearm assembly is indeed very important.
Leon sat down on the sofa and picked up the parts from the coffee table to try to assemble them.
Rebecca had taught him how to assemble a gun before.
Although he didn't have Rebecca's hand speed and skill, he still managed to piece together the gun thanks to his amazing memory.
It's a classic close-combat pistol, small yet powerful, and loved by many female gunners.
Except for Rebecca.
She likes those big, awesome, powerful things that can be heard from 800 miles away when they fire.
So this small pistol was just a toy for her to play with and relieve boredom.
Leon stood up, looked around the room, and a thought struck him.
Two ponytails swayed behind the girl's head with her light steps.
She has the figure of a little girl, but she wears a cool and sophisticated outfit: a black short vest, a white tank top underneath, and super short shorts. Although she is short, her legs are perfectly proportioned and have just the right amount of plumpness.
She was holding a large shopping bag filled with all sorts of snacks and fruits and vegetables.
"Good afternoon, Rebecca," her neighbor greeted her.
The twin-tailed girl stopped and responded enthusiastically, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Harry! You look even younger than yesterday. Did you use some kind of magic? Can you teach me?"
Mrs. Harry beamed at the little girl's praise, waving her hands repeatedly, "No, no, it's just a good attitude."
"Oh, is that so? That's quite nice. By the way, Mrs. Harry, the last time you asked me to help with deworming was two months ago. Are the bugs infesting again recently? Do you need my help?"
Mrs. Harry's smile froze as she recalled the horrific scene two months ago when Rebecca opened fire on her yard with two submachine guns...
Just thinking about it is terrifying!
"No, no, no, it's alright, Rebecca, you go ahead with your work."
"Yes, Mrs. Harry, please call me anytime if you need anything!"
Mrs. Harry waved, and Rebecca continued walking home with light steps.
When she reached the door, she lifted her plump, shapely legs to support the shopping bags, so that she could free up one hand to take the keys out of her pocket.
But out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced into the living room through the window and saw what appeared to be a figure.
Rebecca frowned. "A thief broke in?"
When a thief breaks into your home, most people might panic at first, but after the initial panic subsides, they would immediately call the security team or call for backup.
But Rebecca is no ordinary person.
She wasn't flustered at all; in fact, she was quite excited.
You little thief, why did you have to steal from me, your great-aunt, of all people in this vast empire?
Perfect timing! She hasn't fought in a long time since being assigned to the patrol team, so she'll use you, little thief, as practice today.
Rebecca gently put down the shopping bag in her hand, then lifted the doormat and pressed down hard on the wooden board under the carpet with one hand. The board opened, revealing a hidden compartment containing a finely crafted pistol.
As an excellent gunner, it's normal for her to be able to hide two guns in the toilet tank and one gun under the carpet, right?
With her gun in hand, Rebecca slowly opened the door, tiptoed, and cautiously entered the room.
She leaned close to one side of the entryway door, peeking out her little head to observe the blond thief still in the living room.
Oh, it's not blond, it's black.
He wasn't small either; he was at least 180cm tall, and under normal circumstances, he could kick Rebecca, who was 158cm tall, flying a great distance.
The black-haired thief had his back to Rebecca, so Rebecca couldn't see his face.
But it doesn't matter.
Whether they're blond or black, petty thieves or big thieves, the weapons I have are not to be trifled with.
The thief was completely unaware that Rebecca was secretly observing him from behind, and continued to search for something diligently.
Taking this opportunity, Rebecca silently approached from behind, little by little.
Silent Stealth is one of the essential skills for gunners.
He didn't notice Rebecca until she came up behind him.
Snap—
The dark muzzle of the gun was pressed against the thief's waist—not against the back of his head because Rebecca was too short and had to stand on tiptoe to reach it.
The thief was a reasonable person; he immediately raised his hands and surrendered at lightning speed.
"Wow, you're pretty skilled, sir. Looks like you've had a gun pointed at your back quite a few times, haven't you?"
Rebecca said smugly, "Broad daylight, sneaking into a young girl's house and rummaging through her leftover takeout boxes, your fetish is a bit strange."
The thief remained silent.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "Hmph, you have the right to remain silent, Mr. Thief, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law!"
There has still been no response.
This is the kind of situation that chatterboxes hate the most.
You talk a lot, but the other person is completely mute.
Rebecca frowned unhappily, then pressed the muzzle of her gun against the thief's back. "Trying to play dumb, huh? Believe me or not, I'll shoot you and paralyze your legs."
It was just a threat. A thief is a thief, but he doesn't deserve this much. The empire isn't a haven for outlaws.
This time, the thief finally responded.
I bet your gun is... empty!
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That voice sounds so familiar.
Rebecca could not have misheard; during her years on the battlefield, it was this voice that guided them to safety in every life-or-death moment.
She stared at the tall figure in front of her, her delicate blue eyes filled with astonishment.
Rebecca's hand holding the gun trembled slightly. She gritted her teeth, suppressing her confusion and shock, and pushed the other person's back hard again.
"Turn around!"
Her voice was trembling with emotion, almost choked with tears. (Umbrella)
Leon, with his hands raised, slowly turned around. Lin
Three years later, when Rebecca saw that resolute and handsome face again, she thought she was dreaming.
Warm tears streamed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes, and her pretty face wore a complex expression. Lin
Besides surprise and astonishment, there were also feelings of bewilderment, emotion, and relief—a very rich mix. (Wife)
After all, the captain, who should have died three years ago in the enemy's headquarters, had miraculously "resurrected" and was standing right in front of her. Anyone would be stunned.
Seeing Rebecca's expression and reaction, Leon secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Whoosh
It doesn't seem like an act. Ba
Rebecca joined his party when she graduated from the Dragon Slaying Academy, so Leon knows her well.
This crazy girl can't hide her thoughts on her face; she'll show whatever's on her mind right away.
So, what's written on her face now is "Holy crap, Captain, you're still alive!" instead of "That damned Casmod didn't kill him back then?!"
Leon looked down at the twin-tailed girl who was much shorter than him, and slowly lowered his arm. "How about we put down our guns and sit down to talk?"
Rebecca had just recovered from her shock and astonishment.
She shook her head, clearly accepting that Leon was still alive.
But he did not put down his pistol.
Rebecca stood on tiptoe, raised her arm, and pressed the dark muzzle of the gun against Leon's face. "Am I dreaming?"
"Of course not, what kind of dream would you have in broad daylight?"
"No, Captain, I'm going to shoot you in the thigh right now. If you scream in pain, it means this isn't a dream. Come on, let's begin."
Leon's eye twitched slightly.
Alright, alright, the empire has changed, but its gunner hasn't changed; she's still that neurotic girl.
However, Leon simply shrugged calmly. "I already told you, your gun is empty."
Rebecca was taken aback, quickly put her gun away, and checked the magazine.
It was indeed empty.
Then, Leon pulled a handful of bullets from his pocket. "Your hidden guns are too easy to find, Rebecca."
Before he was certain that Rebecca was truly trustworthy, as his mentor had said, Leon cautiously removed the bullets from her gun.
When she gets home, see if she can communicate calmly.
If not, Leon need not fear a gunner without bullets.
Rebecca stared blankly at the man in front of her.
That's just right.
The captain's nonchalant and pretentious demeanor is something no one can imitate.
Rebecca finally let her guard down and opened her arms to hug Leon.
However, this startled Leon, who quickly took a step back and then reached out to press Rebecca's forehead against his, preventing her from coming closer to hug him.
Rebecca was taken aback. "Captain, I don't mind holding a corpse that has come back to life, but you're not happy about it?"
"Things are different now, Rebecca."
The situation is indeed different from three years ago.
Three years ago, he was single, so a hug wouldn't have been a problem;
But three years later, he not only got married and had a wife, but also had three children.
Even though his wife is not by his side for the time being, he still has to uphold the duties of a husband.