5 The Swordsman In the eyes of the Japanese, Sun Long is already a target, and they may shoot him from the dark at any time. I admire his courage to go to the meeting alone, but I disapprove of his risky approach.
"Don't worry about me. The earth will continue to turn without anyone. Sun Long, the sharp gun, will still hold high the banner of 'anti-Japanese' without me." The background sound coming from the receiver was very quiet, except for the slightest sound.
There was no unnecessary sound from the car engine. I was almost certain that he came alone, with at most one driver, otherwise there would be the sound of other people breathing or coughing around.
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Looking again at the gun muzzles sticking out blatantly from the corners, I walked toward the temple gate with a wry smile. I had already made up my mind that if a fierce battle broke out, I would first protect Sun Long and rush out. The big shot still had something to lend me, probably not.
Will you kill me?
From the small courtyard to the temple gate, the distance stretches more than 600 meters. Without deliberately observing, I have discovered at least forty ambushes. There are almost one person every ten steps away, with guns in hand. There are strange and cold faces everywhere.
Murderous.
When I walked into the small patio of the "Psychic Well", I slowly stopped and stood in front of the pond.
The surface of the water is still sparkling with microwaves. It can be determined that the formation of ripples is because water splashes silently rise from the bottom of the water at any time, like a huge spring that rolls day and night.
"Thousands of years ago, Master Jianzhen and his ten disciples jumped from here, right?" I sat silently by the pool, put my hand into the water, and felt the bone-chilling cold water. It was too clear and too deep.
The water always makes people feel dizzy, as if it is a huge whirlpool on the vast sea. Before people can jump in, the attraction it generates will draw people deeply into it.
"Although the sharks' lungs are powerful, they are not real fish and cannot survive in the water for a long time. If they are caught in the whirlpool and torn into the extremely deep dark water bottom, the final result will definitely be no bones left until they disappear into nothing.
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The current Tengjia must also understand this truth. Her master and senior brothers did not stay underwater voluntarily forever, but were involved in the unpredictable whirlpool and lost their lives as soon as they entered the water. Those who were good at swimming drowned.
How can a shark with two lungs resist the magical power of nature?
There was no one in the courtyard, but I knew that every move I made would be exposed to the sniper's scope. This feeling made the hairs on my body stand up and I shuddered.
If this is the entrance to the "Sea Tomb of the Gods", will I jump from here one day in the future? What will be the result? Will I follow in the footsteps of martyrs like Master Jianzhen and others?
I shook my head subconsciously. I would not act foolishly and risk my life for Sun Long or the Japanese. That would be the biggest failure in life. As far as I know, there are more than 4,000 top divers in the Japanese Navy, and their diving skills are among the best in the Pacific Rim.
They are the best in the country. With them here, why would I have to do anything for them? As for the Sharpshooter Club, the diving masters are so talented that there are countless of them. No matter what, it is not my turn to die.
My wry smile was reflected on the water, and I waved my arms to break up the depressed and restless face.
"I must live well——"
A withered yellow birch leaf came with the wind and tumbled into the pool. It drifted with the water waves. After rolling a dozen times, it floated to my hand without falling into the water.
Following the direction of the leaves, I saw two gun barrels protruding from two yellow birch trees separated by the wall of the patio. Behind the gun barrels, there were sniper scopes shining with a faint blue light. Of course, the mirror
Behind them are Japanese snipers who are on high alert. They no longer bother to disguise themselves. It is obvious that they do not take the power of the Gunslingers Association seriously. No matter how many people Sun Long brings immediately, they will all be killed without mercy.
I raised my hand and said hello to the two snipers, making a friendly smile to prevent them from accidentally pulling the trigger when they were 100% nervous. At a vertical distance of 20 meters, I am 1.78 meters tall.
The image of the man in the scope is no less than that of a huge African elephant, and it is impossible to miss it.
This patio is the only way to enter Fengqie Temple. I believe that as soon as Sun Long steps into the temple gate, he will be exposed to dozens of sniper lenses every second.
In the sixty years after World War II, weapons research experts from various countries have developed sniper weapons to the absolute "one-shot kill" level. Even inferior goods produced by third-rate weapons manufacturers can kill at a straight-line distance of three hundred meters.
Here, he accurately shattered a glass wine glass with a diameter of three centimeters, not to mention that the people scattered in Fengkuriji Temple at this time were all the top masters of the Japanese special police.
I took out the phone from my pocket and waved it in the direction of the sniper to avoid misunderstanding.
"Who should I call? Sun Long? It's useless, he will be here soon - to Xiao Kereng? To Wang Jiangnan? To Hawke? To Zhang Baisen?" I flipped the phone several times in my palm.
I discovered that when this kind of crisis that cannot be resolved occurs, no one can rely on it. I can only rely on myself, and then adapt to the situation and find ways to deal with it.
Sun Long is a top figure in the Chinese world, and the big shot directly represents the Japanese royal family. If there is a direct conflict between the two parties, except for the president of the United States who calls himself the "Pacific Police", it seems that there will be no one who has any respect.
The character mediates from it.
I stroked the smooth and delicate keyboard, thought of a number that even I thought was ridiculous, and dialed it.
"Hello, who is it?" the other party responded in proficient English.
I took a long breath and answered cautiously: "It's me, Feng."
"Haha, haha!" The other party laughed dryly twice in succession, and immediately changed to a very enthusiastic tone: "I didn't expect you to call me. How can I help you?"
I took another long breath, because I didn't expect that the call went through as soon as I dialed it, and that he answered the phone in person. There was a big shot on the other side of the phone, maybe he was talking to me in front of "Youhuangshui County" a few rows away in the courtyard at this moment.
call.
"I just want to inform you that Mr. Sun Long is here to see me. He is my guest. He has no ill intentions towards anyone, and has no intention of disturbing your Majesty. Can you give me some face?" I tried not to let myself go.
There was a sense of weakness in his voice. Since Sun Long dared to go to the meeting alone, he might already have a magic weapon to defeat the enemy. I just try my best to do what I should do. If the big shot is unwilling to be accommodating, there is nothing I can do.
"Haha, let me think about it... Mr. Sun Long's boring prejudice against the Yamato nation is known to the world. He once publicly published fallacies that criticized Japan and belittled our Yamato nation in several independent media in the United States and Europe. His words were extremely fierce.
, in this position, if I don’t stand up for the Japanese people, our party will soon be drowned in the angry saliva of the people, can you understand?”
He went around in a circle and transformed the Japanese government's hatred of Sun Long into the collective will of Japan's 130 million people.
I can understand, otherwise I wouldn't have smiled silently at all the sniper rifles.
"Mr. Sun Long's actions have seriously damaged the self-esteem of the Japanese people. Therefore, the Yamato nation does not welcome such people to set foot on Japanese territory——"
I didn't have time to talk in circles and interrupted him bluntly: "What do you want to do? If you dare to shoot and kill people, I will call all the media in the world to expose this naked murder. Throughout Asia, Japan has made too many enemies.
How can we offend the only superpower?"
In fact, I don't need to remind him how much influence Sun Long has among the Chinese. He knows better than me.
When another leaf fell and passed in front of me, I stretched out my hand to grab it, slowly crushed it into pieces in my hands, and sprinkled it into the pond water.
In Asia, the Japanese are really "unacquainted", so they show their goodwill to the United States across the Pacific Ocean and turn a blind eye to some "harmful" actions of the U.S. troops stationed in Japan.
Killing Sun Long is an open provocation to the Chinese people around the world. They don't seem to have the guts yet.
"Haha, Mr. Feng, what's your relationship with the sharpshooter? Why do you need to get involved in this matter?" He smiled again, a cunning and confident smile.
I breathed evenly and burst out word by word from between my teeth: "Because, I am Chinese."
He was still laughing, so I hung up the phone first and stood up suddenly, my chest filled with turmoil.
The sound of the car engine came from far away and came very fast. A minute later, there was a rapid sound of brakes in front of the temple gate.
I walked quickly outside, passed through the quiet temple gate, and stood on the steps outside the door. From the corner of my eye, I saw the temple gate, the wall, the big tree behind the wall, and a nearby dovecot around the corner.
The mysterious figure shook, and there was a "click" sound of the safety bolt popping up.
The prelude to the Hongmen Banquet has begun, and we are just waiting for the target to step into the trap.
Parked at the foot of the steps was a black stretched Mercedes-Benz with a spotless appearance. The car body constantly reflected the bright sunlight. In addition to the famous steering wheel logo on the hood, there was also a brand new five-star red flag printed next to it, which was brilliant and dazzling.
This vehicle is not equipped with bulletproof armor, and the glass is just an ordinary tempered product. It does not have any bulletproof function. It has no shielding ability in front of the steel core armor-piercing bullet of the sniper rifle.
I smiled bitterly and scratched my head. It was a bit unexpected that Sun Long came so casually.
The door next to the driver's seat opened, and a girl wearing a white leather jacket with long hair shawl jumped out, slammed the door, then walked a few steps back, gently opened the passenger door, and put her hand on the door frame.
Her waist is very thin and her figure is slender, like a budding rose. Unfortunately, I didn't see her face just now. Intuitively, she must be a girl with a near-perfect appearance, otherwise she would be under the influence of a master like Lin Lin.
Yes, there is no need for Sun Long to single her out to be his driver.
At this moment, her body was completely exposed to the hidden sniper's sight. Even if she wore the most perfect body armor under her leather jacket, she could not resist the ruthless penetration of steel-core bullets.
I walked down the steps quickly, and Sun Long's laughter already sounded: "Feng, I'm a little late, I'm sorry."
When he stepped out of the car, he quickly gave me a strange illusion. It seemed that the temple gates, walls, and buildings on all sides were suddenly shorter, and the heavy and oppressive atmosphere inside and outside Fengge Temple was also affected by him.
His kicks scattered a lot of everything, just because of the surging murderous aura that he carried all over his body, like a master of martial arts who is invincible in the world. After countless hearty killings, he showed an indomitable aura in every move he made.
The majesty makes people suddenly frightened and inexplicable.
The girl in white looked even more slender against the majestic Sun Long. She quietly closed the car door and followed Sun Long.
Sun Long was wearing the most ordinary suit made in China, his hair was a little messy, and he looked a little tired. While his eyes were looking at me, he also saw the murderous sniper gunners, and he let out a "hum" in his nose, and he looked a little tired
Pick it up and don't care.
"Feng, I miss me so much! Are you okay?" He held my hand hard and patted my shoulder with his left hand. The man who is nearly forty years old is full of the bright and sincere love that only a twenty-year-old can have.
smile.
His current appearance is completely different from that in the court. He is neither wearing myopia nor a strict and traditional tie. The collar of his shirt is half open, revealing a striking scar under his Adam's apple.
I can feel the surging enthusiasm from Sun Long. Any patriot must always have blood boiling in his body and endless energy. He is the most typical representative of this kind of person.
"This is Xiaohe, my driver, who also serves as my personal bodyguard and personal secretary." He pointed at the petite girl behind him with a smile on his face.
Xiao He bowed to me and said, "Mr. Feng's famous name has already been heard like thunder. Please give me more advice."
Every movement she made was gentle and soothing, and her expression was neither humble nor arrogant. It reminded me of a person - Tang Xin from the Tang clan, the girl who miraculously disappeared in the Egyptian desert. She was also dressed in white, but Tang Xin was wearing a fox fur coat.
, while Xiaohe is wearing a leather jacket, and the cold and arrogant temperament contained in their bodies is very similar.
"Bringing only one person here doesn't mean you really think that you are Mr. Guan who is going to the meeting alone, right?" I smiled bitterly and blinked my eyes, signaling Sun Long to pay attention to the snipers who were ready to move. There was no other way, there was nothing in front of the temple gate.
The open ground is the best training ground for snipers to perform one-shot kills.
"Yes." Sun Long sneered, whistled lightly, and reached out to smooth his hair.
"Then, at least you should come in a car with better bulletproof performance. Steel-core sniper bullets are recently popular internationally and can easily penetrate six layers of ordinary vehicle steel plates. It's better to be careful!"
"Feng, you are worrying too much. The Sharpshooter Association has always regarded the East Asian islands as its own territory. It is just that in recent years it has been busy expanding to Europe and the United States and has no time to clean up the sides of the bed. Not to mention these snipers, even if the Japanese add ten more
With even more hands, I can come in and leave with a smile without breaking a hair on my body." When he spoke, he liked to keep touching the scar under his Adam's apple with his right hand.
I shrugged, unable to pick up his topic.
"Feng, can you take me to the 'Tower of the Dead'? Lao Du said, 'You can be at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains.' I want to have a taste of climbing the tower and see if I can see the northern part of Japan.
Can you have a panoramic view of the door and embrace it in your arms?" He laughed loudly on his back, and the mountain wind blew hard, messing up his hair again.
Xiaohe just listened calmly, with a faint smile on his face.
She wore pure white deerskin gloves on her hands, which were always folded and hanging in front of her body, with an attitude of listening. As a private bodyguard, her body was a little thin. Besides wearing such thin and tight clothes,
What kind of weapon can be hidden? In my opinion, it would be difficult to hide even a revolver on her body.
This was really a dangerous attempt. Three unarmed Chinese were placed under the eyes of hundreds of Japanese special police who were armed with live ammunition and watching eagerly. One of them was the target they were determined to eliminate.
After passing through the temple gate and walking into the small patio of the "Well of Spirits", Sun Long stopped, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply and devoutly three times to the "Well of Spirits."
I saw the fallen leaves floating on the water again. They were still staying on the edge of the pool, rippling gently with the water waves. According to common sense, the fallen leaves of birch trees have a strong ability to absorb water and should sink quickly. If they continue to
Floating can only mean that the undercurrent in the water is always moving from bottom to top, and it has extraordinary buoyancy.
"Underwater undercurrents will disrupt the diver's action route, and the starting point of all undercurrents will be deep in the water source. Assuming that the depth of this well is twenty meters, how much jet force is required to form a tumbling force on the water source?
Where are the ripples?" I'm sure that the depth of the "Psychic Well" is definitely more than 200 meters. You can imagine that the driving force required to eject the water column from the bottom of the well to reach the water surface is basically an astronomical figure. Even the most intense oil
A blowout is nothing more than that.
I immediately took out my phone and dialed Xiao Kereng's number, hoping to tell her this discovery. She was still in Xunfuyuan Villa, and she probably wasn't under the surveillance of the special police yet, but I immediately found that the phone number had been
There is no communication signal.
"The Japanese have launched radio jamming. It seems that this time they regard you as an Asian