When I walked into the gun store, there was no one inside.
Mr. Lu glanced at the monitor above his head, threw the weak man on the floor, ignored him moaning in pain, turned around and walked into the bar, and casually pulled out a handful of microflush.
Smelling the strong smell of ink, the old man felt like he was seeing an old friend reunited after a long absence, with excitement and memories in his eyes.
He just briefly looked at the structure of the gun body and skillfully removed the magazine.
Sure enough, it was empty inside!
The old man lowered his head and rummaged through several metal drawers behind him, and sure enough he found two boxes of 3.5mm caliber pointed bullets.
He took it apart directly, looking for the suppressor while skillfully doing so.
In less than two minutes, everything was sorted.
With the sound of kaba, the microflush is ready to go.
At this time, the waiter on the ground had recovered and was holding his stomach, looking at him in horror.
Mr. Lu smiled slightly, raised the muzzle of the gun, and lightly pulled the trigger.
Phew!
The sound of a slight punch is not loud to begin with, but when the sound is kept angry, it is almost like a slap in the face.
Normally, such a level of noise might attract the attention of irrelevant people, but tonight is a rainy day, and it is a mess outside. The sound of cars on the bustling street not far away keeps coming, and you can also vaguely hear the slow sirens of ambulances.
Approaching movement.
So no one heard this noise at all!
The result was that the gun shop clerk was shot once in the shoulder blade and thigh, and passed away from the pain.
The whole person was curled up stiffly on the floor, his expression distorted, and he roared silently in pain.
Mr. Lu calmly rummaged through the cabinet and found six or seven grenades. He put them all in his pocket as if he had found a treasure.
In the place where the bullets were stored, several boxes were packed one after another.
After thinking for a while, he took out two more boxes of pistol bullets and two Krog pistols.
I ran over to the counter and collected all the cash inside.
After all, this is a modern society, and it is almost impossible to move without money. Moreover, if the two people's plan goes well, they will also need a lot of money in the future.
Although these are not enough, it is still no problem to use it as a drumbeat and to test out the tasks.
Put all these things into the packaging bags, carry them in your hands, and walk out of the counter.
When passing by the unlucky guy, Mr. Lu kicked him on the neck, and there was a click, and the guy suddenly stopped moving.
When he walked out, there were even more people watching outside.
Liu Dabao was carried to the open space next to him by kind people, and a blanket was spread under him. Two people made a phone call and held umbrellas for Liu Dabao.
From time to time, people from the onlookers would leave, and soon others would join. The blue flashing lights of the ambulance could be vaguely seen in the distance.
Mr. Lu took stock of the situation, took out his pistol and pointed it at the sky.
Bang bang bang!
Three gunshots rang out, and the onlookers were stunned for a moment. Finally, their buttocks were on fire and they hurriedly fled in all directions.
During this period, many people threw down their umbrellas, shouting and panicking, and two guys stepped on the air and fell into the muddy water without even bothering to wipe themselves. They quickly got up and continued running.
In less than five seconds, all the people numbered 20 or 30 ran away, leaving only Liu Dabao lying there, clutching his chest!
Mr. Lu walked over and touched Liu Dabao's arm with his foot.
"Stop pretending, they're all gone!"
Liu Dabao sat up all of a sudden, holding his chest with a somewhat painful expression: "Successful? So smooth?"
"It's not that difficult!"
Mr. Lu replied calmly and handed over the microflush: "Hold it carefully and don't open the safety when there is no danger. The triggers of firearms that have not been debugged are very sensitive. Be careful of misfire!"
Liu Dabao's eyes widened instantly, and his whole face shone, as if he had seen some treasure that he had longed for but could not get.
"This, this, this..."
"Stop talking nonsense! We don't have much time. Grab your gun and follow me!"
The old man interrupted Liu Dabao impatiently, threw Wei Chong to him, turned around and left.
Liu Dabao hugged her, his plump mouth trembling.
"This is the km series of micro submachine guns, a classic model produced in 1987. I go, I go, does it feel so good? It's completely different from what I imagined. It's great, it's great!
"
As Liu Dabao hurriedly followed up, he kept groping and darting, muttering in his mouth, and his whole mental state was different.
Mr. Lu turned a deaf ear, took out the BB camera and looked at the target's position. After finding that there was no change, he quickened his pace.
…
At the same time, five hundred meters away, in a twelve-story building.
Gao Ning slowly fixed the sniper rifle on the concrete fence. After confirming the target position through the eight-fold scope, he screwed on a silencer that was almost the same length as the barrel, but only ten times longer.
Lan Weiwei turned into a huge umbrella, standing nearby, as if watching magic, watching Gao Ning casually take out various parts from the pocket of his clothes, and put together an umbrella with enough length of two pieces under her nose.
A meter-long heavy sniper rifle.
Apart from anything else, just seeing the sniper bullet, which was only fifteen or six centimeters long and as thick as a thumb, made Lan Weiwei's heart tremble.
She is just a model. Although she is a little cautious, she lives in a peaceful era.
All her knowledge of firearms came purely from movies, and she had never observed them at such a close range.
Even from a distance of one meter, she seemed to be able to feel the murderous aura emanating from the bullet.
Lan Weiwei swallowed her saliva and held the umbrella tighter.
"Take this!"
Gao Ning handed something over, and Lan Weiwei took it and took a look and found that it turned out to be a fat monocular telescope.
She didn't know what this thing was called, but she had seen it in movies. It seemed like a telescope specially equipped for observers next to snipers.
"that……!"
"Keep an eye on the door. If you notice any movement, alert me!"
Gao Ning turned around and looked at her calmly.
Lan Weiwei quickly stood up straight and said quickly: "No problem!"
Gao Ning nodded, turned around, and looked in another direction.
Over there, Mr. Lu finally knocked on a door with a smile on his face, held a gun to the head of a black man, and walked in slowly.
Liu Dabao hugged Wei Chong in a somewhat funny move and followed closely behind him. When closing the door, he deliberately looked around and found no one, then closed the iron door.
Did these two spontaneously form a team?
Gao Ning touched his chin and thought about it. It seemed that there was nothing surprising.
The veteran Cannon is obviously not a good bird. When he finds that there is no one among the newcomers that he can take advantage of, he immediately turns his back and refuses to recognize anyone.
This move also made Gao Ning feel a little surprised.
By doing this, isn't he afraid that someone will come back to trouble him after surviving?
Do you not care? Or do you think no one can go back at all?
I always feel that this senior person has his own little ideas!
