"Hey kid, you're quite principled." Hank chuckled, his evil eyes became more sharp and gorgeous instantly. He slowly rubbed Sara's fingers and said, "Then you can take it if you make credit, can't you?" He glanced at Sara leisurely and said, "Kiss me."
Sara was speechless.
She blushed and shook off Hank's hand, "I'm not going to talk to you anymore!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she strode off. Her body really acted up to the point of "not talking to you".
Hank couldn't help but chuckle, "You're good at throwing tantrums, aren't you?"
He took a big stride forward and easily caught up with Sara. Putting his arm around her shoulders, he asked, "Hey kid, shouldn't you be a little considerate of an elder man? I am still injured."
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Sara slowed down her pace and did not struggle. Instead, she puffed her cheeks and glanced at him with her head slightly tilted, "Don't give me reward at the drop of a hat in the future."
"Are you not happy with it?" Hank was a little confused, "I have several distant cousins who are always very happy to receive gifts every time."
Sara said seriously, "Master Bishop, you've done me a lot of favors. I can't afford to pay you back with so many things you gave me."
"Who asked you to pay back?" Hank raised his eyebrows.
Sara lowered her head, "...It's not mine, so I have to pay it back."
Hank didn't quite understand what Sara was thinking about, but after all, it was just a trivial matter. Since she didn't like shooting range, he could give her jewelry or villas in the future, it was not much different.
Hank was familiar with the place. He took Sara to one of the ranges. It was the weekend, so there were quite a lot of visitors. However, that shooting range was specially reserved for Hank and there was no one else.
The shooting range was very large. There was a row of targets in the distance, and there were all kinds of firearms and ammunition hanging on the wall, which Sara did not know.
Hank took her hand and said, "Pick one that you like."
Sara glanced at the bunch of pistols, her eyes were blurred. Not to mention the difference in the models and performances, she thought they looked the same even if she looked at it several times.
In the end, she followed her appearance- obsessed nature, reached out and picked up a silvery-white gun.
The design of that gun was superb. It looked cool and aggressive, Sara liked it.
"This gun has just been out of the military factory not long ago." Hank smiled and said, "Hey kid, you do have a good taste."
Sara's ears turned red and she whispered, "I just think it's good-looking."
"Well." Hank picked up a XT-39 gun casually, "I hired a master from Country F to do a professional design, but it has not been widely used yet. It's the only one." He paused and looked at Sara with his head tilted, "Do you know what this gun is called?"
Sara shook her head in bewilderment.
Hank said, "Medusa."
Sara asked curiously, "Why?"
Hank bent slightly, his slender and white fingers gently tapped on the muzzle of the gun in her hand, "Because people who stare at this muzzle will die."
Sara shuddered.
Hank held her hand, "Are you afraid?"
Sara nodded honestly.
Hank licked her delicate earlobe gently. His voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of ambiguity, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Sara was speechless.
She had a feeling that she was being flirted, but there was no evidence.
Hank took her to front of the moving target and gave her a briefing on the accuracy range. Then, he dismantled the silvery-white Medusa swiftly in front of her eyes.
It took less than three seconds for the whole process.
Sara stared blankly at a pile of spare parts on the ground. She thought, "Didn't you say it just came out of the military factory? Why are you so skillful at dismantling it?"
Hank giggled happily and said, "Do you want to learn?"
Sara nodded eagerly.
Hank sat cross-legged on the ground while Sara sat next to him and stared at those spare parts.
Hank said, "Where is your tuition fee?"
Sara thought for a moment and took out a piece of almond candy from her pocket. It was a snack she would take when she was taking medicine.
She put the candy in Hank's hand and said, "Here you go."
Hank stared at the candy and recalled how the director of the state council begged for a favor two years ago. He was so sincere that he almost knelt down and invited him to go to the national security agency to teach the so-called "best new forces" about the history of the development of guns.
The "gifts" brought by the director were accepted by Bella with a giant smile. Then, the director was driven out of the Bishop family house in a "courteous" way.
Hank vaguely remembered that even the least valuable item was a 50-year-old whiskey. The candy in front of him was totally incomparable. What's more, that was the candy that Hank ordered Bella to buy.
Looking at Sara's soft cheeks, Hank accepted his fate and made an irritated sound.
A candy would do too. Sooner or later, he would ask that girl to compensate him.
When Bella came in, he saw that Master Bishop was teaching Sara on how to assemble a gun.
The corners of his mouth twitched as Bella told himself to calm down. Master Bishop was not possessed, he just met his true love.
"Ahem." He let out a cough, reminding the two who were concentrating on the gun. He put two bottles of drinks aside and said, "Master Bishop, here's what you asked for."
Sara's eyes brightened at the sight of the packaging, "Is it milk tea?"
Bella nodded, "Yes."
It took him a half-hour drive just to buy it!
Sara pranced happily, but Hank hugged her waist with his arm from behind. He looked at Bella with a smile and said, "Bring it to her."
Sara took a sip of the warm oat milk tea.
Hank didn't have a sweet tooth, so he ordered a cup of coffee. He stopped drinking after taking a sip, he raised his eyes and asked Bella, "Is there anything else?"
Bella let out a cough and said, "Well, I don't know who leaked the news that you are here. Miss Yasmine happens to be here too. I met her on the way. She wants to see you."
Hank said lightly, "Nope."
"She said that she had something to tell you." Bella continued speaking, "I guess it must have something to do with the Crystal Ocean Project."
"Let her make another appointment." Hank picked up a part of the gun leisurely, "Didn't you see that I'm busy?" Bella didn't say anything. He thought, "Is your so-called busy referring to accompanying Miss Martin? You must be really busy."
"Perhaps she has something urgent." Sara raised her head and said, "Why don't you meet her?"
Hank narrowed his eyes and stared at Sara dangerously, "Are you telling me to meet other women?"
Sara was speechless. That's not what she meant. Didn't he have something important to discuss... She thought.
Master Bishop was acting up again, so Bella could only mediate the situation, "I think Miss Yasmin must have something urgent to discuss. Why don't you meet her?"