Lu Mao has never seen any real guns in his life, let alone the rarer snipers! Although he often kills people with a knife, he comes in and out of the station like his own doghouse, but the reasons for entering are all trivial things.
, he has never killed anyone, let alone seen a dead person!
If he hadn't gone to his boss this time and asked for the man's life at a price that he would never have worked hard for in his life, with his courage, he would never have dared to drag his usually sneaky brothers to kill him with a knife!
At this time, Lu Mao wiped his face with trembling hands. He felt sticky. He put his hands in front of his eyes and saw that they were covered with bright red blood.
The little brother next to Lu Mao fell to the ground after that "bang", with a hole in his forehead as big as two fingers, and at this time, bright red liquid was gushing out...
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Qian Mo didn't turn around to look at the gangster who fell to the ground. He knew from the sound that the gun must have hit someone. As for where, he didn't care. This was something he had honed in the rain of bullets outside in the past few years. At this time
Distraction is a trampling on one's own life
Two points and one line, from the infrared ray, simulate where the sniper is. However, when he just followed the red dot, the infrared ray was turned off. According to ordinary people's thinking, if the sniper turns off the infrared aiming at night,
If it falls, it means that the sniper has given up on the mission, but Qian Mo has another opinion. The sniper is confident enough to aim and kill himself in the dark night!
This place is too empty! Qian Mo needs to escape from here immediately!
Qian Mo looked around cautiously and stood up slowly. He hated the feeling of being played by people in the dark, but he needed to calm down at this time.
He stepped back to where the stall owner was hiding, took out five yuan from his trouser pocket, and took out a cigarette. Looking at the owner who was still shivering in hiding, he put the five yuan on the table and said calmly.
: "I don't like to owe others, this is the money for those fifteen buns."
The voice was very low, Qian Mo didn't care whether the boss heard it or not, it was enough to do his own thing well.
Putting the money on the table, Qian Mo was about to take back his hand, 'Bang!' The hoarse gunshot tore through the night sky again. The cigarette, which was only slightly lit, fell off to the ground and rolled twice before stopping.
"Ugh!" Hearing Qian Mo groan, he saw a burst of blood and flesh on his right arm that had not been retracted, and the blood dripped down the arm and fell to the ground.
Qian Mo took a deep breath with a pale face. After feeling the gunshot in his arm, he immediately turned around and jumped. He seemed to be staggering forward, but it was to disrupt the sniper's aim.
"Bang!" Another low gunshot came out, hitting the ground where Qian Mo was still standing a second ago.
As if Qian Mo didn't hear anything, he still kept moving forward, ignoring the gangsters with distracted eyes, covering his arms and diving into the bottomless alley.
After he went deep into the dark alley, the low gunshots no longer sounded. It was just like usual. All that was left were the confused people with blurred eyes and the messy tables and chairs.
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When Qian Mo appeared again, the location was by the Gong River, the mother river of Gong City. As the mother river of Gong City, Gong River is invested with huge sums of money every year to take care of it, but the river water is also clean.
Qian Mo, who had been wandering around in the alley for more than an hour, was now squatting by the river cleaning the wound on his right arm. It wasn't that he didn't want to go to the hospital, but he only had eight yuan in his pocket, and he didn't want to go to the police station for treatment.
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Under the dim lights on the bridge, Qian Mo's pale face under the bridge could be vaguely seen through the river. Every time he touched the wound with the river water, Qian Mo's mouth corners were tightly closed, and bloodshot eyes appeared on his lips when his teeth were bitten, but
Qian Mo didn’t make a sound.
"Da, da" the footsteps were particularly clear under the quiet bridge, and there was a faint echo.
"The place you chose is good. You can't snipe from a distance here. Tsk, tut, any sound will be amplified several times by this bridge hole." The sound of leather shoes stopped about five meters away from where Qian Mo was squatting. He heard it as a compliment, but the sound was not loud.
with a hint of appreciation
Qian Mo, who was hiding by the river cleaning his wounds, didn't say anything when he heard what he said. Instead, he took a spoonful of water with his left hand and splashed it on his face, as if it would make him feel better. After doing this, Qian Mo slowly stood up.
Turn around and look at the person coming
The person who came had ordinary eyes, was wearing a casual shirt, and had shiny leather shoes on his feet. Looking at his gentle appearance, he looked exactly like an ordinary white-collar worker. And this person was somewhat different from the one in the evening.
Qian Mo looks like the man he saw
"Your boss is so worried about my death?" Qian Mo finally spoke. He had acted against him three times in one day. Although Qian Mo's tone was calm, his heart was filled with anger.
"You have a good sense of escaping. According to the information, you spent a few years abroad risking your life in the Middle East?" The polite man answered the question incorrectly. He tightened his glasses with his free hand and continued to ask: "You are also very skilled. What do you do, special forces?
Killer or mercenary?"
The gentle man is not in a hurry. The sniper rifle in his hand has already made the person who asked to be killed become the winner.
"Mercenary" Qian Mo replied
"Mercenary? I have also worked abroad for several years. Seeing that you are not very old, it's a miracle that you survived." A look of silence flashed in the eyes of the gentle man. To be a mercenary, you must have good abilities in every aspect.
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"It's just a fluke." Qian Mo paused and continued the original question: "Is your boss so anxious to kill me?"
The gentle man still selectively ignored his question and talked about his own topic: "You are very good. I haven't met a kid like you for a long time, but it's a pity."
There was silence for a while. The gentle man had been in Gong City for four years, and the superiors had not paid attention to him for a long time. But just two days ago, the superiors sent a photo asking him to kill this man. The accompanying information said that he had certain abilities.
foundation, so I used a sniper rifle that I had not touched for four years.
He is a bit reluctant to kill him with one shot. He has his prey in hand and must play with it carefully before handling it. This is his usual style! It can also be said to be a perverted hobby!
"I'm good, but you're not." Unexpectedly, Qian Mo's words made the gentle man sigh.
The gentle man looked at him for a long time, not as if he was joking, but Qian Mo's plain face made him irritated. He liked to see his prey struggling and begging for mercy. His gentle face gradually showed a majestic look, and he held the sniper's hand tighter.
He took two steps forward fiercely, grinning ferociously as he walked: "I can't do it, haha, I can't do it. It would be a pity for me to shoot you in the head now!"
Qian Mo didn't answer his words, she just kept her posture and watched him take two steps towards her. As soon as he stopped at his second step, Qian Mo moved!
He lowered his body and quickly pulled out a twenty-centimeter knife from his ankle with his left hand. He suddenly lowered his body and knelt down, and rushed in front of the gentle man. In his shocked and disbelieving eyes, the twenty-something man
The young man dodged his own shot, and then felt a chill in his neck. The young man cut his own neck with a knife!
These actions were completed in a blink of an eye. The gentle man who had pointed a sniper rifle at Qian Mo six seconds ago had fallen to the ground with his eyes wide open. His glasses were also broken into pieces, and he fell quietly on top of them.
Next to me, the lens was stained with drops of blood, and the blood slowly slipped from the lens.
Qian Mo took one look at the gentle man, slowly inserted the dagger back into his ankle, and slowly left the fishy smelling place without any nostalgia.
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"Xiaoyu, you got up so early, why don't you get some more sleep? I'll make these eggs and then you can have breakfast." In a villa, a plump and beautiful woman was tossing breakfast in the kitchen when she heard something coming from the hall.
When the sound came out, he knew that it was his niece who had woken up yesterday.
The girl was the girl who sat with Qian Mo on the plane yesterday. She was wearing cute pajamas. When she heard Aunt Liu's voice, she turned her head and looked at the clock in the lobby. The hands had already pointed to ten o'clock.
Thirteen minutes, it’s getting late! The cute girl stuck out her tongue toward the kitchen, quite naughty
He walked to the sofa and sat down casually, and asked Aunt Liu in the kitchen: "Has uncle gone to work?"
"Well, there's something going on at his company today," Aunt Liu replied while making scrambled eggs on the pot.
The girl couldn't help pouting: "That's still early."
"Children should sleep more, especially my little girl," Aunt Liu said with a hint of doting.
"I'm not a little girl. I'm almost nineteen and already a freshman in college." The girl said flatly. She didn't like Aunt Liu thinking she was still a little girl.
"Okay, okay, my Xiaoyu has grown up." Aunt Liu turned over the scrambled eggs again, and they were golden brown. Hehe, the color looked good. Aunt Liu showed a satisfied smile.
"Okay, Xiaoyu, you can go and wash up and have breakfast." Aunt Liu cleaned up the kitchen table, washed her hands carefully, picked up a piece of vegetables with chopsticks and tasted it. The taste was as good as its color.
good
However, after finishing all these things, she didn't hear any movement in the hall. Aunt Liu thought that her niece was lazy and didn't want to wash herself. She was so funny that she said, "Xiao Yu, eating without washing is only for little girls."
But it was Aunt Liu who answered her, and there was no sound coming from the hall.
Only then did Aunt Liu realize that something was strange. Seeing that the girl didn't answer her, she stopped paying attention to the dish and hurriedly walked to the hall.
"Xiaoyu, what's wrong?" Aunt Liu walked to the hall and saw the girl sitting on the sofa motionless in a daze. In front of her was a copy of today's Gongshi Metropolis Daily
He walked gently to her side and sat down slowly. Unexpectedly, he noticed that this little girl's beautiful eyes were slightly red. Why was she crying?
Before Aunt Liu, who had just sat down, thought too much, the girl threw herself into her arms, her voice choked with sobs: "Aunt Liu..."
Aunt Liu was also confused by her, but she patted her back gently to make her feel more comfortable. Through her, Aunt Liu glanced at the news on the front page of the newspaper.
The general content is: Latest news. Yesterday, a black car rushed down the Gongshi Bridge and sank to the bottom of the river. No one in the car survived. It was initially determined to be drunk driving. The license plate of the car was ga74110. This newspaper hopes that the general public will