Chapter 1122 - 1053: Organizing Level 1
[At that time, when that notorious bandit charged at me, I was only a few meters away, at most no more than ten meters. He was running unbelievably fast—if he had fired at me first, I probably wouldn’t be here chatting with you today.]
[That guy was holding a shotgun, about as long as half an arm, thick and solid. Honestly, I feel like he could’ve used it to bash my head and still leave a big lump.]
[When he fired, I was completely stunned. Have you ever seen someone shooting skeet? That guy shot at the pad like he was skeet shooting; pieces were flying everywhere in the air!]
[There wasn’t any blood in the air. Pai De isn’t a person; it’s a tablet!]
Late into the night, Old Twelve was drinking at home and still didn’t dare sleep. So, he started chatting in the family group chat.
One thing led to another, and his chatter kept going until dawn.
By this point, Old Twelve wasn’t even tired anymore. He suddenly realized that although yesterday had been dangerous, nothing had actually happened to him. Not only that, but last night’s experience could fuel bragging rights for decades.
Unless firearm restrictions are lifted in the country, the chances of ordinary people encountering something like this are extremely low. The probability of surviving such an encounter is even lower.
The village was equally excited. Hearing such an adrenaline-pumping story at this close range was rare indeed. Although everyone seemed to be well-off—and truly was—life in Ningtai County still retained the atmosphere of small-town living. Life within Jiangcun Residential Area felt even more rooted in village-like simplicity. It was all pretty monotonous, especially since everyone’s living conditions had vastly improved; fewer challenges and hardships meant fewer interesting topics for conversation.
As a result, last night, Old Twelve didn’t sleep at all, and over a hundred people from Jiang Village stayed awake with him for half the night.