Chapter 0345-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

“Good afternoon, Rebecca.” The neighbor greeted her.

The twin ponytailed girl stopped and responded warmly, “Good afternoon Mrs. Harry! You look younger than yesterday, are you using some kind of magic? Can you teach me?”

Mrs. Harry smiled at the little girl’s compliment and waved her hands, “No, no, it’s just a good heart.”

“Ohhhh is that so, that’s kinda nice oooh. By the way Mrs. Harry, the last time you asked me to help you get rid of the bugs was two months ago, have the bugs infested again lately? Do you need my help?”

Mrs. Harry’s smile faltered as she recalled the horrific image of Rebecca covering her yard with two submachine guns two months ago ……

It’s scary just thinking about it!

“No, no, no, no, Rebecca, you do your business.”

“Okay Mrs. Harry, call me anytime you need me!”

Mrs. Harry waved her hand, and Rebecca continued to walk toward home with light, playful steps.

When she reached the door, she lifted her fleshy legs against the shopping bag so that she could free one hand to take her keys out of her pocket.

But the afterglow inadvertently glimpsed through a side window into the living room, where there seemed to be a figure?

Rebecca frowned, “A burglar?”

When the average person encounters a burglar in their home, the first thing they will do is panic, and after that, they will immediately look for the vigilante or the shaker.

But Rebecca is not your average person.

Not only did she not panic, she was even a little excited.

Little yellow-haired thief, who can you steal from in this huge empire, but you’re stealing from me?

It’s just as well, she hasn’t fought in a battle for a long time since she was assigned to the patrol, so she’ll take you little thieves to practice today.

She saw Rebecca gently put down the shopping bag in her hand, then lifted the carpet in the doorway and pressed one hand hard on the wooden board under the carpet, which then opened up to a hidden compartment, in which a delicate pistol was placed.

Being the good gunsmith that she is, she can even hide two guns in the toilet tank; it’s normal to hide a gun under the rug, right?

Grabbing her gun, Rebecca slowly opened the door, eased her footsteps, and carefully stepped into the room.

She leaned close to the side door panel of the foyer and poked her little head out, observing the little yellow-haired thief still in the living room.

Oh, it’s not yellow, it’s black.

He wasn’t exactly tiny either, standing at least 180, and would normally be able to kick the 158 Rebecca a long way out.

The big black-haired thief was seen with his back turned in Rebecca’s direction, and Rebecca couldn’t see his face.

But no harm done.

No matter if he is yellow or black, small or big thief, the weaponry in my hand is not vegetarian.

The thief was completely oblivious to the fact that Rebecca was quietly observing him from behind him, still rummaging around in earnest for something.

Taking advantage of this, Rebecca approached from behind with silent steps, little by little.

Silent sneaking is one of the essential subjects for gunners.

He didn’t even notice anything until Rebecca came up behind the thief.