I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

After the holiday started at the end of April, Yan Jiefang did not go straight home.

He took a car to the outskirts of the city and found a deserted open space nearby.

He took out the bulky long spear from the space.

The gun had an incredibly thick barrel and came with a 100x scope, but it was much lighter than the Type 53 rifle he had used before.

I don't know what materials it's made of.

With Yan Jiefang's maxed-out rifle marksmanship, he understood almost everything about this super awesome sci-fi rifle at just one glance.

This gun can silently absorb the surrounding air and other substances, and then directly synthesize and store special bullets in the magazine!

One round can be automatically synthesized per minute, and the maximum ammunition capacity of the magazine is 100 rounds.

Once it reaches one hundred, it will stop synthesizing.

No wonder it's called Unlimited Bullets.

However, this type of bullet is special; it cannot leave the magazine.

Once it leaves the bomb bay, it will quickly dissipate into the air.

He disengaged the safety, raised his gun, aimed at a poplar tree several hundred meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Call ~

A sound similar to normal breathing rang out, and the firing was complete.

For some reason, I could hardly feel the recoil of the gun.

But its power was unexpectedly great.

Yan Jiefang watched helplessly as the poplar tree, as thick as a bowl, that he had hit was cut in half, then crashed down, raising a cloud of dust.

He fired another shot into the muddy ground, leaving a deep, bowl-sized crater.

In terms of penetrating power alone, it's estimated that few weapons on Earth can compare.

He nodded in satisfaction, now he had a super weapon for self-defense.

He found several large rocks nearby to block the cave entrance, put away his gun, and turned to leave.

There's no need to experiment with the combo mode; its power is too great and it's easy to leave marks that are hard to erase.

Being too high-profile during this period is not a good thing; his goal is to develop in a low-key manner.

As for sports and music, which don't have much physical impact, being a little high-profile is fine.

As long as it doesn't break the law, these sports and cultural events are almost impossible to attract the attention of law enforcement agencies, no matter where in the world they are.

Back at the courtyard house, it was still early. Those who had gone to work or school had not yet returned. Only the women were sitting under the covered walkway, sewing shoe soles.

I took a look at Mianhua Hutong; the windows were half-open.

Yan Jiefang opened the door and went inside for a look around.

The house is in pretty good condition, and the smell inside has dissipated a lot, with almost no unpleasant odors left.

Moreover, there was almost no dust on the ground; everything had been swept clean.

Needless to say, it must have been done by the third brother, Yan Jiekuang.

This kid is very reliable.

When I come back next month, I can buy some basic furniture for this place.

After the holidays in mid-July, I can move here to live.

Just as he was about to leave, a voice suddenly rang out behind him:

"Young man, are you the owner of this room?"

Turning around, he saw a man with a bright red nose and reeking of alcohol leaning against the doorframe, looking at him.

Yan Jiefang frowned immediately.

Who are you?

"I also live in this front yard..."

At this point, the man suddenly realized something, walked straight into the house, stood in front of Yan Jiefang, and looked up at him.

"Don't interrupt. I'm asking you, are you the new owner of this house?"

Yan Jiefang looked down at him, staring into his eyes, and pointed towards the door:

"Who let you in? Get out!"

The man hadn't expected this young man to have such a fiery temper, but who was Zhao Wu?

Before liberation, his name, Iron Fist Zhao Wu, was well-known in this area.

Even now, in this Cotton Alley, almost no one dares to mess with him. When has he ever been yelled at like that by a kid?

Didn't you know that the original owner of this house sold it because he kept pestering him?

He originally wanted to buy it for a low price of 200 yuan, then resell it to make a profit, but he didn't expect to be outbid by someone else at a higher price.

However, as a seasoned veteran, I naturally know that these young lads are the least restrained when they fight.

Therefore, he didn't argue with Yan Jiefang, but just glared at him and turned to leave.

But they didn't see the super weapon that flashed by behind them.

With a weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises spontaneously!

Yan Jiefang bought the house and spent a lot of money to renovate it.

Originally, I just wanted a quiet place to stay.

Unexpectedly, wherever there are people, there is a world of its own.

We haven't even moved in yet, and people are already causing trouble.

None of the 49 tenement courtyards in the city are innocent.

The so-called "love filling the courtyard" is just the imagination of the screenwriter or others.

If it weren't for the weapon in his hand being too powerful and easily leaving marks, he would have just wiped out his opponent in one fell swoop.

If I had known this would happen, I would have chosen option 4 during the super critical hit.

It's not like we're going to war; 3 rounds of ammunition and 10 silenced rifles are enough.

But we can't let them off so easily now!

With these thoughts in mind, Yan Jiefang walked out of the room and saw the other person open the door to the opposite room and go inside.

"Fifth brother, why did you drink so much again? Lie down quickly, Mom will get you a glass of water."

A somewhat aged woman's voice came from the air.

"Mom, I'm a little hungry. Tell that wretched woman Liu Lan to hurry up and cook!"

"She hasn't gotten off work yet, how about Mom makes it for you?"

"Let's forget about it! I'll have another drink after Liu Lan brings back some good food from the cafeteria."

Liu Lan?

Upon hearing this name, Yan Jiefang's eyes narrowed slightly: Is this Liu Lan, the one I know? The mistress of Li Huaide at the steel mill?

"Second Brother, you're back?"

Yan Jiefang looked in the direction of the voice and, sure enough, it was his third brother, Yan Jiekuang.

He waved to him:

"Jie Kuang, come here."

When he got closer, Yan Jiefang took out half a roast duck wrapped in oil paper from his backpack (space).

"Eat, and we can talk while we eat."

"Thank you, Second Brother."

Seeing the roast duck, Yan Jiekuang's mouth watered, so he quickly took it, picked up a piece, and stuffed it into his mouth.

They returned the rest.

"Second brother, you should eat too."

Yan Jiefang waved his hand:

"You can eat, I've already eaten."

Yan Jiekuang knew his second brother was very capable, so he didn't stand on ceremony anymore.

"Jie Kuang, do you know that drunkard over there?"

Yan Jiefang pointed to the side room opposite.

"I know, this guy's not a good person!"

Yan Jiekuang gritted his teeth.

"When I come here to open the windows for ventilation, he often comes to cause trouble."

That guy is awful; he keeps throwing things into this house, like pebbles or clods of dirt!

I can't even keep up with all the cleaning.

"Is that so?"

Yan Jiefang initially thought the tidy house was just a routine cleaning, but he never expected there to be so many stories behind it.

Students who frequently clean schools or public offices know what it feels like when someone else makes your spot dirty right after you've just finished cleaning.

It was also a time of hardship and loneliness.

This guy can't be allowed to live!

This is a perfect opportunity to consecrate my new weapon.