Tyler's cheeks were red, and his breathing was slightly unstable. Hardy looked down at the girl in his arms and said in her ear: "Learn to concentrate."

"Ah yes."

Taylor tensed quickly.

Hardy explained to Taylor how to aim the gun, "Now I will try to shoot with your hand."

"Ok."

Pull the trigger with your finger.

The girl's hands trembled a little.

Hardy helped her hold it.

"boom!"

With a crisp gunshot, Taylor's body moved back slightly, so Hardy helped her withstand it behind Taylor.

"My hands are a little numb," Taylor said.

"If you have little strength and have not mastered the skills, you will be numb. If you practice it a few times, it will be better."

Taylor nodded.

"carry on."

"Boom boom boom boom"

Six bullets from the revolver, one missed the target, as expected.

Hardy let go of the girl, reloaded the bullets, and said to the girl in a simple pose: "I'll shoot this round, you look and find feelings."

"it is good."

Taylor nodded.

Hardy raised his gun and aimed it slightly, then quickly pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang."

There were a few crisp noises in the distance, and the guns hit the target.

Tyler looked at Hardy with admiration in his eyes, "Mr. Hardy is so powerful, just like the sharpshooter in the movie."

Hardy retired from the magazine and said, "This is nothing to me. I used to be a soldier, and my marksmanship is good for survival."

Tyler looked at Hardy with big eyes, "Mr. Hardy, have you ever been on the battlefield?"

"Of course, I have experienced many battles."

Taylor paused, and asked very curiously, "Then have you killed anyone?"

"Killed."

"Do you know that the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor?" Hardy asked.

"I have heard that Japanese people are bad, and I hate them." Taylor said.

"I served in the Marine Corps. After the war with Japan broke out, I went to Asia, where I fought many times with the Japanese. More than 30 Japanese died in my hands."

Taylor opened his mouth in surprise when he heard that Hardy had killed more than thirty people.

"Are you scared during the war?" Taylor asked.

"I was really scared at the beginning, but I forgot when I fought. I watched the comrades around me die, and I just wanted to avenge them." Hardy said.

"Have you ever been injured?" Taylor asked again.

"Of course, many times, the most deadly one was last year when we attacked Iwo Jima. That battle was tragic. The casualties of the US army reached more than 30,000. I was shot through my chest by a bullet." Hardy said and pointed. Pointed to his chest.

Tyler's eyes widened.

"I almost died, but miraculously came alive again. It took a few months of cultivation to get better. At that time, the war was almost over and I was discharged from the army."

Tyler breathed a sigh of relief when Hardy said it was okay.

"Mr. Hardy, you are so brave, I admire you a bit!" Taylor said.

This creates an adoration for myself, and the little girl is so foolish.

"Come on, let's continue to practice guns. You must know that in the new movie, Matilda also has to learn to use guns."

"Okay Mr. Hardy, I will work hard." Taylor encouraged himself.

then.

She was embraced by the man again.

I touched all kinds of guns. In the afternoon, Hardy took Taylor out for an outing. The two went into the mountains to play wildly. It was not until the evening that Hardy sent Taylor home.

In the car,

Hardy asked how the girl felt.

Taylor smiled.

"I have never felt so relaxed like today, free and crazy to play, without my mother's control, always tell me that I shouldn't be like this or that, Mr. Hardy, I feel so comfortable with you."

"Hehe, then I will pick you up tomorrow."

"Ok."

Tyler returned home.

When Sara saw her daughter's short hair, she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Taylor, what's wrong with your hair?"

Taylor fiddled with his short hair and said with a smile: "Mr. Hardy took me to cut it. Matilda in the movie is this hairstyle."

"Uh!"

Sarah has nothing to say now.

When the two entered the house, Taylor took the cup and drank.

"Taylor, pay attention to your manners." Sarah quickly said when she saw it.

Tyler turned to look at his mother.

"Sarah is like this in the movie. She is a slum girl. She has to gulp and drink water. This is what Mr. Hardy taught me."

"Uh"

Sarah has no words again.

Sitting down next to her daughter, Sara asked, "Isha, what did you do today, how did Mr. Hardy train you?"

"In the morning we went to the shooting range. Mr. Hardy taught me how to shoot. The heroine of the movie has a plot to learn how to shoot. She wants to avenge her parents, sister and brother."

"It turns out that Mr. Hardy used to be a soldier and was a combat hero. He participated in many battles and killed more than 30 Japanese. His marksmanship was very powerful. I couldn't hit a single shot. Mr. Hardy hit the target. ."

Tyler's voice was full of admiration for Hardy.

"What did you do that afternoon?" Sara asked again.

"We went to the mountains, Mr. Hardy taught me to relax, tell me some plots in the movie, let me learn to do, we play while practicing." Taylor said.

Sarah was even more happy when he heard Hardy tell her daughter about the plot in the movie. This shows that Mr. Hardy is still satisfied with Taylor, and that Taylor has a greater chance of getting the heroine.

"Mom, Mr. Hardy said, in order to experience the feelings of the heroine, let me relax in the future, whether at home or outside." Taylor said.

Sara was taken aback.

How does she feel that her daughter is taking the opportunity to indulge herself.

This is very different from my own requirements in the past.

"This is what Mr. Hardy asked for, for the movie." Taylor added.

Sarah smiled helplessly.

Sarah was also an actress when she was young. She used to pay a lot to get a role. She knows how difficult it is to get a role.

This time Taylor's opportunity is even more rare. It's the heroine, let alone relax her, even if she pays more, she feels it is worth it.

"Okay Taylor, just do what Mr. Hardy asked."

Taylor screamed excitedly and ran upstairs to take a bath.

Sarah shook her head helplessly.

Tyler lay on the bed after taking a shower.

The more I think about it, the more excited it becomes.

Mom promised not to control herself like before, and finally be free, all thanks to Mr. Hardy.

Think of Hardy.

The girl remembered the scene of the two people touching when she was playing a pistol, and her cheeks became a little hot unconsciously.

Matilda and Uncle Lyon are in contact, is it also her own feeling?

That night,

Taylor had a dream.

A dream belonging to a girl.

The next day.

Hardy came to pick Tyler again.

This time Taylor was very clever without makeup, with shorts and boots on the lower body, a shirt and a coat on the upper body, and his hair was a little fluffy.

As soon as Hardy stopped the car, Taylor ran out of the house, opened the door and got into the co-pilot, "Good morning, Mr. Hardy."

Hardy found that the girl was a lot brighter than yesterday, and it was different from the feeling of an exquisite princess that met Taylor for the first time.

The car started.

Tyler turned to look at Hardy and asked, "Mr. Hardy, take me there today?"

"Take you to see life in the slum today. How scared?" Hardy asked.

Taylor shook his head.

"I said, I can endure hardship."

The car drove to Xiacheng.

After the two got off the car,

Several brawny men came over, and Ivan respectfully said to Hadi: "Boss, this is one of the messiest places in Xiacheng."

"I'm optimistic about the car, I don't want to come back and be stolen." Hardy said.

"Don't worry, no one here can steal your car." Big Ivan promised, patting his chest.

Taylor looked at the brawny men curiously, and felt that they did not look like good people and were very vicious, but they were respectful to Mr. Hardy.

Hardy took off his suit and threw it to Big Ivan, unbuttoned his cuffs and turned his sleeves up, now looking a lot more casual.

"Let's go in." Hardy said to Tyler.

The two walked inside,

There is a lot of **** on both sides of the street.

The ground is full of sewage.

There was an unpleasant smell around.

Taylor had never been to a place like this before, frowning to cover his nose, and suddenly seeing Hardy looking at her, he immediately dropped his hand.

"It's very dirty and messy. It's a real slum area. Matilda lived in this kind of place when she was a child." Hardy said.

Tyler understood immediately.

Gritted his teeth,

There was no more hypocrisy on his face.

A few dirty children ran by the roadside. Their clothes might not have been washed for a long time, and their hair was fluffy and exploded.

A few young people walked by carrying packages, looking at Taylor differently, because such delicate girls are rarely seen in the slums.

The houses on the roadside are not bad, and there are many simple wooden sheds made of wooden planks in the distance. Several women in pleated clothes are doing manual work there.

There were also chickens and ducks quacking twice from time to time.

It's all messy to the eye.

Taylor couldn't imagine how these people would live in such an environment.

In the next house, a small child ran out of the house with a piece of bread in his hand, and an older child chased out from behind, grabbing the bread from the child in front.

"Brother I'm hungry."

The boy who came out put the bread into his mouth in twos or twos, then turned and left. The child who had not eaten the bread sat on the ground and cried.

Taylor was shocked when he saw this scene.

She never thought that someone would fight for a piece of bread Their bread would be thrown out immediately even if it was not fresh at all.

At this time, Hardy spoke:

"Not everyone is born with a good life. Matilda lives in such an environment. She is often beaten, her body is always scarred, and she is often hungry. This is how her stomach problems come out."

Taylor was silent for a long time.

"Mr. Hardy, at Mr. Meyer’s villa the night before, you said I was not suitable for the role of Matilda. I was very unconvinced at that time. You said my temperament was not suitable. I thought, “Is acting, what’s wrong?” In line."

"I finally understand now that there is such a big gap between me and the role. If I act according to my own habits, I really can't act like Matilda."

The two continued to walk inside.

Sewage.

Debris,

tramp.

Wildcats and wild dogs.

Coolie worker.

Standing street girl.

Hungry children.

Old man begging.

Taylor felt what a real ghetto was.

If she hadn't come here, she couldn't imagine anyone else leading such a life.

When the two passed a grocery store, there were a few young people standing next to them. One of them saw Tyler and felt that the girl was so beautiful.

He had never seen such a beautiful girl.

Looking at the young man next to the girl, although he only wore a shirt, it was a very delicate fabric. He guessed that he should be a rich man.

"Brothers, let's get some money to spend." This guy whispered to the people next to him.

"Okay."

Several guys stood up together.

Teasing the pretty little girl, and then extorting dozens of dollars from the man, they can spend the whole day happily today.

Several guys stood in front of Hardy and Taylor, with wretched smiles on their faces.