Ruidu Community.

It's around eight o'clock in the evening.

It became dark.

A white man wearing a baseball cap dug into his trouser pocket with his right hand and held a bottle of beer in his left hand. He took two steps and took a sip of wine.

His eyes were a little hollow and his expression was a little dull.

"Pfft"

I felt something stepped on my feet and looked down.

It was a puddle of shit, still steaming faintly, and it splashed everywhere when you stepped on it.

"Fuck!" The man's face was distorted, and his dull expression turned into anger.

He looked up and looked around and saw a woman not far away holding a white long-haired dog.

He vaguely remembered that the woman and the dog had stopped here just now, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Now that he thought about it, the dog must have been pooping.

"Fuck! Even a stinky dog ​​wants to bully me." The white man trembled angrily and took off his shoes. He felt so sick.

"Hey, stop!" He chased after him wearing socks.

The Asian woman holding the dog turned around and said, "Who are you calling?"

"You" the white man pointed angrily at the Asian woman with his left hand.

"What's up?"

"Did your dog just poop?"

It was dark, so the dog owner didn't notice the man's abnormality for the first time. "My baby's pooping has nothing to do with you. God and earth don't care about my baby's pooping and farting."

"I can't control it, but when the dog poops, you as the owner should clean it up immediately instead of walking away. This is wrong."

At this time, the dog owner saw the white man only wearing socks, with some splashed on his trouser legs, and there was a faint smell, "Hey, tell me, you can't walk on such a wide road without stepping on dog feces.

, then who can you blame?”

"I have no objection to you keeping a dog. That is your freedom and your right. However, your dog cannot poop freely on the road. This is a very uncivilized phenomenon."

The dog owner retorted, "People can tolerate it, but if the dog wants to poop, I can't control it."

How about you tell me how much it will cost and I will compensate you."

"It's not about money. If your dog poops, you should clean up the poop. This is the basic morality of being a human being, rather than just walking away. You will cause a lot of trouble to others. Do you understand?"

"Okay, you're a grown man, so stop fussing with dogs. I'll give you twenty dollars, and you can go to the dry cleaners to clean it and make it look like new."

"What? Do you think this kind of insult can be solved with twenty yuan? I am short of twenty yuan?"

"After all, you just want to extort money. Let me tell you, it's impossible. Just these twenty yuan, do you want it?"

"I'm not talking about money, I'm talking to you about reason. Only by raising dogs in a civilized manner can we avoid similar things happening.

You should humbly admit your mistake and correct it completely, instead of trying to use twenty yuan to shirk responsibility."

"Woof woof" the white long-haired dog barked at the man.

"Look, the dog has a problem with you. Take the money and leave. Otherwise, I won't be able to stop it from biting you later." The dog owner handed over the twenty yuan, but saw that the white man refused to accept it.

, and threw it directly to the ground.

The woman turned and left. Most of the people living in this community were Asians, and she was not afraid of white people. Besides, the big baby was right next to her, which gave her a sense of security.

He couldn't help cursing, "Another stupid idiot who has trouble with dogs every day, nagging, nagging, nagging, I'm already holding the leash, what else do I want to do?"

You blindly step on shit and blame others.

shameless."

The white man looked down at the twenty dollars, and then at the backs of the woman and the dog, with a hint of indifference in his eyes, "It's because of you guys that Los Angeles is like this."

You are all responsible!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Luke fired seventeen rounds at the target.

The magazine is emptied directly, cool!

Luke took off his orange earmuffs and inspected the pistol and magazine.

The target moved over.

At a distance of ten meters, they basically hit the target, which looked densely packed.

Each shot will produce a huge recoil. Continuous shooting is very difficult and requires long-term practice to get used to it.

David came over and joked, "Your target shooting is terrible, but it's not as good as the one you shot at the garage last time."

Luke began to load bullets, "I am a practical person."

"Then you should go to the wild to practice moving targets. The enemy will not stand still and let you hit them. This kind of fixed target practice is of little significance in actual combat." David curled his lips with disdain.

"Then you don't go home after get off work, and you often come here to practice."

"I'm just killing time."

"It's really boring to kill time in this way."

David pointed to the shooting stand on the easternmost side, where Raymond was standing alone practicing shooting.

Luke shook his head, "Poor married man."

David loaded the magazine, "Do you want to compete?"

"How? Compared to what?"

"Standing shooting and high kneeling shooting, only the ten rings that hit the heart will be counted, and the loser will go to the bar for a treat. How about it?"

"Then let's compare."

"boom"

In order to enhance his actual combat ability, Luke has consciously trained his marksmanship.

Today I officially took the first step.

The result, not very rationally, was that David won.

Luke wants to treat him to a drink.

It doesn't matter, it's just for fun and he's not short of money.

After practicing the gun, Luke wanted to invite Raymond to go with him, but he declined.

Luke and David went to a nearby bar for a few drinks.

Talking about cars and women, time passed quickly.

It's around ten o'clock in the evening.

Luke rides his Harley back to the Rideau community.

With the lessons learned from last time, Luke slowed down as he entered the community road.

It was this foresighted move that allowed him to avoid a minor traffic accident.

An unqualified guy actually lost a shoe on the road.

What an idiot.

After driving not far, a white shadow emerged from the green belt ahead.

If you look closely, it's the white-haired dog from last time.

This guy swerved onto the road again, and Luke braked quickly.

"Fuck!" It's really hard to change after repeated admonishment.

Luke walked over to check, but this time the dog was a little different. It looked wilted, and the white fur was stained red.

what's the situation?

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaae" The long-haired white dog let out a whining sound, with more air coming out and less air coming in. It looked like it was dying.

Out of professional instinct, Luke felt something was wrong, took out his pistol, went over to check, and found a wound on the dog, which looked like a wound caused by a gunshot.

Blood seeped out from the wound.

Luke looked in the direction where the long-haired white dog was running and found that there was blood on the green belt. The dog must have been injured for some time.

Soon, Luke realized the seriousness of the problem.

Luke has met the owner of this dog, who is very 'protective'.

When the dog was shot, it stands to reason that the woman would be extremely distressed and would not be able to leave the dog outside to fend for itself.
To be continued...