Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 220 - 83 Patrol Learn Gun_1

Chapter 220: Chapter 83 Patrol Learn Gun_1

(Wishing everyone a happy Winter solace!)

Yan Fei doesn’t know who came up with the saying "One’s joy turns to sorrow," but he feels that it really sums up his current situation quite well.

Just as he is about to revel in his latest mischief, he is dragged into another set of troubles. Once he jumps into this pit, it’s impossible to jump out. Fortunately, Lin Baoguo is taking care of him, so he is tasked only with nighttime patrols, to keep him from drawing too much attention.

He doesn’t have to carry around that heavy hammer every day, just showing it off occasionally is enough. After all, it would be too silly to carry it all the time.

Aside from that, he has learned to find joy in tough times, sneaking off when he can to look at the current state of the paper factory.

The factory’s grounds are still in a mess, and nothing changed after the damage he caused that night. What was added, however, were the local militia and police officers patrolling both sides of the river, not just around the factory, but upstream and downstream as well. The Tanghe County’s forces are downstream, while the forces from the county are upstream.

There’s nothing more to see now since things already turned out this way.

After a few visits, Yan Fei stopped going. With such a mess, it would be impossible for the factory to reconstruct anytime soon, so he decided not to bother himself with it anymore.

Patrolling every day has one advantage - he got to know the two police officers who patrolled with him. He found out that one of them, whom he had run into a few times, was named Dang Wenzheng. The other one, who was often seen with Dang Wenzheng, was named Xiang Changqing.

The three of them became familiar with each other quite quickly. Originally, Yan Fei had already met these two on several occasions, and now the three of them were spending the whole night wandering beside the river with flashlights, enduring the stench and blowing dirty wind together. They were truly bonding over shared hardships, which made their friendship grow rapidly.

"Brother Xiang, can I see your gun please?" At this moment, Yan Fei was bugging Xiang Changqing, wanting to see his pistol. Yan Fei had been planning this for quite a while and had planned his approach carefully before making his request.

"No!" Xiang Changqing answers without even giving it a second thought, and reflexively covered his waist holster, worried that Yan Fei might try to snatch it.

"Just let me get a look at it! I’ll catch you a few fish tomorrow. Any type of fish you want. How about that? I just want to play with it for a bit." After getting familiar with him, Yan Fei found out that Xiang Changqing, though not very old, got married early and had a three-year-old son.

His son had a poor appetite due to the recent heat, and supposedly, only fish soup and fish could tempt him. Fish is not expensive, but it’s mid-summer now and not many are selling fish. Sometimes, even when you want to buy it, you can’t find it in the town and have to travel to the county to buy it. Sure, there are half-dead fish found in the polluted river from time to time, but no sane person would feed that to their dear child.

Yan Fei has been eyeing their guns for quite a while, but he is not the type to easily ask others for favors, especially when it comes to people he has just gotten to know. He’s only proposing this arrangement now because he’s sure it will work.

"Really? Why don’t you bring me a few fish, and I’ll let you see my gun? You can play with it for a whole night. How about it?" When it came to the topic of fish, Dang Wenzheng got excited.

Yan Fei ignored him and continued to plead with Xiang Changqing, "What do you think? Not just tomorrow, the day after as well, and whenever I have time in the future, I’ll catch you some fish. Even if there are no big fishes, there will be small ones. This is my last offer. If you don’t agree to it, the opportunity is gone!"

Initially, Xiang Changqing was able to stick to his principles, but when he heard that Yan Fei would catch fish for him on multiple occasions, he began to waver.

Being a rural policeman is not as glamorous as it seems, their lives aren’t easy and they seldom enjoy meat. Now, with a son, his expenses had increased and it was impractical to have meat meals frequently. Moreover, it’s hard to buy fish at this time. He craves to prepare fish soup priced like a cabbage once every three to five days for his wife and son, but he hardly manages. Now that he has an opportunity and it doesn’t seem to violate any major principles, he can’t help but be tempted.

Before Xiang Changqing even had time to consider, Dang Wenzheng was already unhappy, "Hey brat, I’m talking to you here! What’s wrong? Do you look down on my gun? Have you seen mine? It’s brand new and looks more superior than his."

"Yours is fake, you think I don’t know?" Yan Fei rolled his eyes, but it was too dark for Dang Wenzheng to see clearly in the dim light. "And you want to cheat fish to eat. Hehe!"

"Who told you it’s fake?" Dang Wenzheng became anxious and subconsciously glanced around. There was nobody around the riverside in the middle of the night, further escalated by the giant snake chaos. Although there was no one around, he still lowered his voice a little. "Who told you mine is fake? It’s real, it is!"

Not only was Dang Wenzheng explaining himself, but even Xiang Changqing was looking at Yan Fei, waiting for him to explain.

Although both of them knew Yan Fei was Lin BaoGuo’s nephew, they truly never leaked any mini-secrets to him. They were both curious as to how he could say that the gun was fake?

"You think I haven’t seen what a metal one should look like, right? The craftsmanship of your gun is too rough. If it’s plastic, at least make it look more realistic! I could tell at a glance that it’s fake. It’s just for show, utterly useless." Yan Fei said dismissively.

He had refrained from asking to have a look previously, but a quick feel when the others weren’t on guard was fine. He wasn’t the most rule-abiding person anyway. With his agility, he had plenty of opportunities to examine the two guns while patrolling with Xiang and Dang at night. The only reason he didn’t get a chance to study them was that they were stuffed into their holsters and the two kept a close watch on them.

Both of them were caught off guard from Yan Fei’s firm assertion. He hadn’t been talking nonsense, Dang Wenzheng’s gun was indeed fake.

How many guns could a small-town police station have? Sancha River town had the advantage of being a populous and large territory, thus it was equipped with real firearms. It’s laughable to think about each person having a gun. Don’t even mention each person, even a patrol team wasn’t armed enough - Brother Xiang’s gun was genuine but it’s temporarily loaned from the county armory to the police station.

As for Dang Wenzheng, he wore a fake one temporarily to reassure the public. If not for it, he wouldn’t be generous enough to permit Yan Fei to play with it for a whole night.

When his deception was uncovered, Dang Wenzheng warned Lin Baoguo: "You sharp-eyed fellow, you really are slick. It’s enough that you know! Don’t spill the beans, or I’ll tell your uncle."

"Don’t worry! Why would I blab here!" Yan Fei replied nonchalantly and then continued to negotiate with Brother Xiang. "Brother Xiang, have you made up your mind? Ask my cattle farm workers, they’re bored of eating fish. Now when we catch fish, they only take a bit of soup and feed the fish meat to the dogs. I always keep my word, you just need to say yes."

The two men listened, their mouths twitching at the corners. Seeing Brother Xiang hesitate, Dang Wenzheng persuaded, "Fine, just show him! He’s not one to blabber, letting him have a look won’t cause trouble. First, unload the bullets for him to avoid accidents."

So Yan Fei happily got a fair and square chance to touch a gun, and Brother Xiang even gave him pointers on how to use it.

Dang Wenzheng was disgruntled at the sight: "If you ever decide to be a troublemaker, you’d surely cause a big mess. You’re pretty efficient!"

Yan Fei cradled the gun contentedly, "What’s wrong?"

"You have a proper plan before taking actions! You hung around for so long without mentioning it. But today instead you moved us both with your words. Is this not strategic planning? Not bad, youngster. Beneath your tender age are many good ideas!" Dang Wenzheng was a little upset, feeling that they had been outsmarted by the young lad.

Yan Fei gave a dry laugh, continuing to study the famous Type 54 Pistol. Enjoying his triumph, Brother Xiang sat beside him, clutching the gun tightly in fear that Yan Fei would take it away.

This wasn’t really Yan Fei’s tactical maneuver. He just didn’t want to speak up too soon, afraid of being rejected and losing face. So he waited until he felt the right opportunity to speak up.

Reality was, the gun was too tempting for someone his age. Even someone as carefree as him couldn’t resist the temptation. So he spent a lot of time thinking, hence this scheme.

Of course, he couldn’t fire real shots to try it out. Brother Xiang had been holding onto it all along. After fiddling with it for a while, Yan Fei lost interest, allowing Brother Xiang to breath easy as he quickly put the gun away.

On their night patrol along the stinky river, watching out for unexpected ’python attacks,’ both men were inevitably a little scared. Seeing Yan Fei act so unconcerned, to be honest, relaxed them a lot.

When they saw Yan Fei couldn’t play with the actual gun anymore, Dang Wenzheng enthusiastically taught him how to shoot with his own ’real’ gun.

This gun would definitely be considered high-end today. Not only did it look real, it could also shoot bullets. Hence, he boasted that his gun was ’real.’ One trigger and a small plastic ball would be fired. A shot at someone would hurt.

However, Yan Fei soon realized that Dang Wenzheng was just bluffing. The poses he taught were pretty cool. After Yan Fei had tried a few poses, he realized they seemed familiar. Then it dawned on him, they were all from TV - turns out Dang Wenzheng also learned by ’studying’ from the TV.

No wonder he got a real gun for Brother Xiang to carry, who really knows how to shoot. Unable to bear watching Dang Wenzheng teach these pose, Brother Xiang decided to teach Yan Fei himself.

While Brother Xiang was instructing Yan Fei, Dang Wenzheng stood aside, sarcastically saying, "What’s the point of learning – you can’t get hold of a real gun. Learn from me instead. One pose is enough to attract young girls. Your sister-in-law was won over by my moves back then, and I didn’t even have the gun I have now!"

These words revealed his true colors. Seems like he had been toying with fake guns for some time now.

Yan Fei and Brother Xiang ignored him. As time passed, Yan Fei realized that sometimes Dang Wenzheng was really foolish. If he was a few years younger, he would be just as immature as Heizi.

On the other hand, Brother Xiang, who was always reserved, was much more dependable. Whether making a comment or doing anything else while on patrol, he would always vigilantly scan his surroundings, especially the river surface.

When Yan Fei was interested in something, he learned really fast. In no time, he was holding Dang Wenzheng’s gun as if he was a pro. Brother Xiang praised him, giving him more pointers and tips about how to use the gun, useful and otherwise. He mentioned quite a few things.

That’s when Yan Fei realized there was something off about Brother Xiang. His walking posture didn’t seem natural. His arm movements while walking were negligible. At first glance, it wouldn’t seem odd but on closer inspection, it appeared slightly awkward.

Now, after Brother Xiang’s explanation about gun usage, Yan Fei understood. Brother Xiang’s slightly unusual walking habit during patrol was actually him being prepared to draw his gun at any time!

No wonder he always walked at the end of the patrol trio, seldom speaking. He was on guard for the other two guys all the time!