"It's considered a friend, no need to thank you." Mingming's father smiled and waved his hand.
Zhong Ping was still very grateful and thanked Mingming a few more times before Mingming's father took Mingming away.
Good people who dare to speak out for justice are really rare in this society. Zhong Ping sighed. Only those with deep pockets who dare to express their feelings can do it. Zhong Ping has no hope of standing up for him.
After K left Zhong Ping's house, he drove to a secluded place. Sitting in the car, he read the address and appearance description of the person he wanted to snipe. There was also a note at the end telling him to leave the city and return to his headquarters as soon as he completed the mission.
When he arrived at the scene, he found that it was a villa built on a slope facing a lake. Above the slope was a winding mountain road for cars to go up.
He first drove over and took a look at the situation as if nothing had happened, and found that the villa was not too close or too far away. It was within the shooting range. If the person stood by the window with the window open, even if the sniper rifle was not in a position to let go
He calibrates it, and he can also ensure that the shot from the car is foolproof.
But it was impossible to visit such an unexpected place every day. At this time, he needed to try his luck, so he drove the car ten minutes away, parked the car on the side of the road, went to the back seat and silently fired his sniper rifle.
The parts were taken out of the box again and assembled into a complete crime tool.
After that, he turned around and returned. When he passed the villa again, he turned off the car. He pretended not to know why the car stalled and got out of the car. He opened the hood and put his hand in. Then he looked around to see if there were any cars that frequently passed by, and then looked at the slope.
Are there any pedestrians below? Finally, he took a closer look at the house from this angle.
The antenna on the roof, the fence on the second floor, the bird's nest under the eaves on the first floor, there is a bad boy playing on the computer with his back to the window.
He lay down in the hood and confirmed that at least there were no obvious cameras on his side. Then he slammed the hood shut, turned around and sat back in the car, quickly set up the gun and started looking through every window through the scope.
He held his breath. In addition to looking at the window, he would also pay attention to the rearview mirror from time to time to see if there was a car coming up from the winding mountain road. At the end of the winding mountain road was another city, and it would probably take a long time to walk on this winding road.
There are very few cars leaving the market.
Ten long minutes passed, and the bad boy was still playing on the computer. There was still nothing unusual in the other windows. This made K feel a little panicked, and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself.
When he decided to retreat and even moved the gun butt, he unexpectedly found movement in the window on the third floor. He hurriedly entered the battle preparation state and stared at the window with a scope - under the left ear and
Two warts on each eyebrow, this is his goal!
So he took aim again and again, without making further corrections. He just took the opportunity to pull the trigger and fired a shot. He didn't care whether it was successful or not. He pulled the sniper rifle into the seat, sat down in the driver's seat and stepped on the accelerator.
The car drove down the winding mountain road.
After that, he parked the car in a convenient alley, disassembled the gun into parts and hid it under the back seat. Then he locked the car door, removed the rearview mirror, stuffed the car key inside and installed it again. Finally, he threw the car and drove away.
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No matter whether this mission was successful or not, he was going back to see his sister now. On the way back, he chose the convenient and fast bus transportation. After nearly four hours of running around, he was already thousands of miles away from the murder scene.
As soon as he got off the car, he didn't even bother to go back to his humble home, and headed directly to the hospital.
After traveling in a strange place for so long, he was finally going to see his sister again.
When he rushed into the inpatient building, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't bought any greeting gifts. He hesitated for a while at the door whether to go to the gift shop and buy a doll. The answer was of course no. He rushed directly to his sister's ward upstairs.
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Before rushing into the ward, he saw his sister leaning on the bedside reading a book through the large bright window of the ward. Then he felt moved and warmed from the inside out, and gently opened the door and walked into the ward.
Xiong Dan found that his brother was already there ten minutes later, and shouted in surprise: "You're back!"
"I'm back, aren't I?" Xiong Weiqun looked at his sister dotingly, watching her smile with squinted eyes and dimples on her face. It was so healing...
"Sister Xiaojie, borrow my book!" Xiong Dan handed the book to his brother.
Then, there was some heated talk between the brother and sister. The book the nurse lent to Xiong Dan talked about why her brother didn't buy her a gift, and then Xiong Weiqun panicked and explained that he was in a hurry.
There was such a barrier, and neither of them opened it. Although Xiong Dan was not in the chemotherapy period, he did not mention the pain of chemotherapy at all, and Xiong Weiqun did not ask. He did not mention his job, and Xiong Dan did not ask him what his job was.
Let him leave for so long. I don't know if the little girl understands everything or nothing.
Just because Xiong Weiqun didn't ask doesn't mean he doesn't know. He stayed with his sister in the early days. He was nauseated and vomited, and his whole body was cold. His long hair was cut into short hair, and his scalp was clearly visible in the end. If possible, he really didn't want his sister to suffer so much.
Sin. God is so unfair. She is still young, but she has to endure treatment that is difficult even for adults.
The child's smile made Xiong Weiqun feel even more distressed, and he secretly clenched his fists. He didn't know how much time he would have until he found a suitable bone marrow match, and regular chemotherapy now required high fees. All he could do was make money, and then