When the shutter is pressed, the square, crowds, tourist buses, snowflakes flying all over the sky, and the clouds on the sea level in the distance are as pale as old newspapers, like the afterimages of seabirds passing quickly... a port through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The landscape image is frozen here.
After taking a few more photos in a row, she put down the camera and looked down at the photos in the camera lens, looking quite satisfied with a slight smile on her lips.
Above the head is a huge steel dome, and behind it is a bustling crowd, mostly backpackers, chatting in small groups while waiting for the bus, or wandering into the service area of a nearby store, admiring the dazzling array of souvenirs on the stalls, and talking
They speak English with different accents and use hand gestures to inquire about prices... This is an old-fashioned train station, although it looks more like a comprehensive farmer's market or a workshop for processing machinery.
"Ah, Sao Rui, Sao Rui... um, can you take a picture for me?"
Turning around in surprise, it was the international student surnamed Tian, the young man who helped retrieve his mobile phone in the train aisle in the morning. The latter seemed to have accidentally bumped into a passerby when he came over. After apologizing, he scratched his head with a slightly embarrassed look and explained.
He said, "I have a friend who is working on a travel-related website. When he heard that we were coming to Europe this time, he asked him to take more photos and write a guide or something. But our camera is out of battery, so... is that okay?"
"
"Of course it's no problem." We are all compatriots, so we can help whenever we can when we go out. What's more, the other person has helped me before, and we also communicated when we played together in the afternoon, so we know each other. Tangdou nodded in agreement without thinking too much, but then he
He hesitated again, "But I'm not good at taking pictures. How about Brother Tian call Brother Sun and the others to come over and take pictures?"
The so-called Brother Sun and the others refer to several other international students, members of the Shaobai team of the Lingjiang branch of the Rise of Kyushu.
As Tangdou said, he was about to take off the camera strap from his neck, but Xiaotian waved his hand quickly: "No, they are not professional, you can just take pictures. Oh, my friend's website is not a big website, just a small fight.
Don’t care about that.”
"Uh, is that really okay?"
"No problem, no problem, just shoot whatever you want."
Looking at Brother Tian who walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, straightened his bangs, stood loosely, and then looked at this side with a bewildered smile on his face, Tangdou couldn't help but froze, subconsciously
raise the camera,
"Wait a minute." Suddenly remembering something, Xiaotian hurriedly raised his right hand, made an uncreative scissor gesture, and grinned, "Okay."
It's really... quite casual...
The corner of Tangdou's mouth twitched, and he really couldn't complain, but he relaxed and found an angle to press the shutter and took a look: "Okay, can you look at this?"
"Let me take a look, haha, not bad, very handsome... Um, I mean your skills are very good and you made me look very handsome. Thank you!"
"You're welcome, as long as you're happy...wait a minute." Looking at Brother Tian who was about to leave with a wave of thanks, Tangdou blinked a little strangely, "Why don't you leave an email address so that I can send the photos to you when I get back?
you?"
Xiaotian was stunned when he heard this. After he came to his senses, he immediately raised his hand and patted his forehead: "Oh, sorry, sorry, look at my brain... Do you have an MSN? Or a Qiuqiu number?"
After exchanging contact information and chatting for a few more words, Tangdou's phone rang and a message came in. Xiaotian thanked her again and left. The little girl stayed where she was and lit up the phone screen. It was a selfie sent by someone, looking at the bathroom mirror,
His head was covered with sweat from just finishing exercise, and there was a white bath towel hanging on his shoulders. When he was looking at it,
"Dangdou, have you finished taking the picture?" Xie Wei, who was wearing a black down jacket, walked closer and glanced at her phone, "It's Xiao Tang. Did he... just run back at night?" He raised his eyebrows.
Thanks to the little girl's painstaking introduction, Xie Wei knew quite a bit about the daily routine of a certain salted fish.
"Uh-huh."
"Then say hello first and we'll talk later. We need to get on the bus and check in for tickets."
"Let's talk about it tomorrow. My brother is probably asleep now." Tangdou raised his phone and put it in his coat pocket. "The signal here doesn't seem to be very good. The photo was sent half an hour ago and I just received it now."
…Sister Xiaolin called us, let’s go over quickly…”
At this time, on the other side, Xiaotian, who had just walked back, was immediately surrounded by two members of Kyushu Rise. He deliberately lowered his voice and laughed weirdly, "Okay, Comrade Tian Zhiguo, another hero saves the beauty!"
"Still the kind who gives silently without expecting anything in return. Tsk, I give you a thumbs up!"
"Go away!" He said angrily and slapped away the thumb that was about to hit his nose. Xiaotian rolled his eyes and raised his hand to throw the five-inch-long knife into the trash can. "Next time something like this happens again, you guys will
Go ahead."
The thing is not complicated. This is a train station. The huge flow of people is inevitably accompanied by the current situation of mixed religions, dragons and snakes. This has nothing to do with the region. The profession of thief has never distinguished nationality and race.
There are only different targets, and foreign tourists like Jellybean who carry bags and hold cameras are the easiest candidates to be targeted.
At the time of the incident, Xiaotian was the closest, so he walked over and pretended to have bumped into the foreign thief accidentally, and then took away the foreign thief's baggage tool - this is probably what happened.
A little aside, nothing worth saying. Xiaoda and the others came out with a mission this time. Although using well-trained agents to deal with thieves is a bit overkill, they didn't just catch up by the way.
We were joking here, and a long whistle sounded not far away. I turned around and saw an old-fashioned green locomotive rumbling from the far end of the railway track, breaking through the snowflakes in the sky. The momentum was quite amazing against the background.
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Looking away, several people picked up their travel bags at the same time. The team leader Shao Bai said succinctly: "It's still the previous arrangement. After getting on the bus, Xiaotian and I will go to the rear of the car. Xiaoding, you guys go to the other end to find a seat. Let's go."
"GOGOGO, back to the city, next stop!"
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As mentioned before, the atmosphere here at the Little Candy Tour Group is still very relaxed. Although today's trip did not go well and I was forced to return early, this is obviously nothing compared to the entire journey. Even if you look at it from another perspective,
Watching is also an experience, and having fun is the most important thing.
In comparison, the situation of the two parties hiding and seeking in the mountains more than a hundred miles away is not very good...
"position in the east-west direction, safe... position at a high point, nothing has been found so far... we are down, phew, the target is about twelve yards away..."
"Watch your feet and be careful of booby traps!"
"receive!"
There was a rustling current, heavy breathing, and the communication in the communication channel was short and concise. At the edge of the gully, Lawrence, with a calm expression, let go of the call button, looked down at the several team members who had successfully descended, and scattered forward cautiously.
, and in the snow about a few feet in front of them, a piano case with its upper half exposed stood sideways.
This was discovered ten minutes ago by a gunman who was passing by during a search. He was very attentive. After double-checking that the piano case was not discarded in the past, he quickly reported it to Lawrence, and then the current scene happened.
Of course, it’s just to take something. Logically speaking, we shouldn’t mobilize troops like this. But the scene of the explosive off-road vehicle from before is still in front of our eyes. It also paralyzed a complete combat team in an instant and basically lost its combat effectiveness. The lesson is indescribable.
It's not tragic, but it leaves some psychological shadow...
Speaking of this, I have to say that Lawrence is in a bit of a depressed mood right now. Whether he is arrogant or confident, according to the previous character analysis between him and the logistics team members, since the other party chose the more desolate north, it is easier to escape.
If we use the south as a breakthrough point, it means that the other party must have some thoughts of counterattack.
The exploding off-road vehicle basically confirmed this conjecture. After all, the vehicle exploded and cut off its own path of escape. What else could this mean if it wasn't the end of the boat?
But the current situation is that they have been chasing into the mountain for almost two hours - although they are advancing very cautiously, they have to ask themselves that in such a complex environment and the influence of increasingly severe weather, no matter how steady they are, there will definitely be flaws, so take action
The opportunity must also exist - but the other party didn't know what to think. It started but ended in a tailspin. Until now, no shot was fired, and there was no trace of him like a ghost. He was focused on running away... This! Doesn't make sense!
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I've taken off my pants, and you're just going to show me this?
This is roughly what he thought. Lawrence is now quite aggrieved, even angry. You must know that he has a do-or-die attitude and forced his team in. The threat of a huge blizzard and the serious situation after the heavy snow closed the mountain.
He didn’t even bother with the consequences, but what about the other party—that’s it? Just that, is he worthy of being called the best in the world?
HE,TUI!!!
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Let’s not go into details about Lawrence’s complex psychological activities for now, and there is no time to think too much. Several team members under the gully have arrived near the piano case. Lawrence subconsciously lowered his body, squinted his eyes, and stared at the movement below.
Fortunately, there were no accidents this time, or maybe the bastard knew that the same trick could not be successful twice - in sight, several gunmen first cautiously circled the piano case a few times to eliminate the surrounding risks.
Finally, while wiping his forehead, he slowly peeled away the nearby snow layer, and finally successfully took out the piano case.
Then some more tests were conducted, but still nothing was found. We had no choice but to distance ourselves from each other, and a bold gunman stepped forward to open the piano case.
"Hiss..." Under the cover of the wind and snow, the figure of the gunman seemed to be vaguely frozen at the moment he raised his hand to open it. Seeing this, almost everyone present was agitated, and their scalps were numb. Lawrence quickly pressed the call intercom, "
Don't move! What's going on? Talk!"
"Uh, it's okay, safe. Antoine Ronald...it's Ronald, this is his thing!" The bold gunman seemed to have discovered something and immediately replied.
Lawrence opened his mouth inexplicably and frowned: "Ronald? Who is that?"
"A Polish man, he is also a professional killer. He is very strong. I dealt with him several times when I first started working as a killer. About four or five years ago, I recognized his logo, which was engraved on the lid of the piano case...
…It can’t be wrong, it’s him!”
"Then you may have lost a friend." Lawrence thought about it and finally understood, with a regretful tone.
"Well, we are not friends. He has a very bad character and probably has no friends..."
"That's good, bring the box up."
A few minutes later, the piano case was placed in front of a group of gunmen.
From the outside, it looked like an ordinary and good piano case, dark brown, about half the height of a person, with a guitar or maybe a cello inside. Of course, that was not possible at the moment. Lawrence leaned down, took a rough look, and couldn't help but murmur.
The sentence, "It's quite retro." Naturally, this refers to the method of loading a gun in a piano case, which is indeed classic and traditional. Then, he raised his hand and opened the outer cover of the piano case.
Not surprisingly, inside is a groove mold for placing various weapon parts. It should be a custom-made product. The limited built-in space is almost utilized to the extreme. At a glance, at least three to five large and small firearms can be placed. In addition, there are
Put down some other small objects. Most of the grooves are empty, leaving only a small part.
There were all professionals present. Their eyes passed over the remaining firearm parts and they were assembling them in their minds. After a few seconds, a gunman blurted out: "Remington 700P, a light tactical rifle. It is usually equipped with a scope for mid-range sniping. It is effective.
The range is one thousand meters..."
After a pause, he shrugged, "This one is for military use and has been modified. Personally, I prefer the Remington 700 shotgun series. It feels great for hunting!"
Professional fields are also divided into categories. Being able to play with guns does not mean that you understand guns, but this gunman obviously does. After hearing this, Lawrence pointed his finger at the piano case: "Can you tell what gun he took?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Let me try." The gunman stepped forward and looked at the groove in the piano case, frowned and pondered for a while, and quickly gave the answer confidently, "
One submachine gun and two pistols. The specific model is not sure. They are equipped with two or three spare magazines and a silencer, which should be used on the pistols. There is also a tactical dagger and two grenades. No, one
,Well……"
Suddenly reacting, the gunman opened his mouth and closed it. Lawrence looked at the groove where the grenade was placed, and was speechless. There were indeed two grooves, but hadn't he just used one before, and it was quite powerful...
"Ahem." A gunman on the side coughed lightly, breaking the slightly awkward silence. He looked at Lawrence and said seriously, "I just went down and noticed that the snow layer covering the piano case is not thick, which means that the other party is far away from us.
The current location is not far away..."
"Chase!" After coming back to his senses, Lawrence gritted his teeth and stood up, speaking decisively. At this moment, suddenly, a whistling wind and snow rolled past, vaguely mixed with other noises. He could not hear it clearly, but everyone present
But the gunmen all turned their heads to look northeast, gunfire!
"That direction...it's Brandon and the others!" Reacting quickly, a gunman had already asked on the intercom, but after several calls, there was no response except for the sound of rustling electricity, "Fake! No,
The distance is a bit far and I can’t contact you..."
Under normal circumstances, they can actually be contacted, and Lawrence will not make such low-level mistakes. When he went into the mountains to group into groups, he roughly planned the search range and route of each team, and they were basically within the range of the communication signal. The reason should be
What's more, the fierce wind and snow above our heads are getting more and more raging. Just as the intelligence personnel analyzed earlier, God is beginning to show off his power.
"Don't worry about this, go and kill him!" He pulled out his pistol expressionlessly, and like a powder keg, Lawrence took the lead and ran out. The remaining gunmen looked at each other in confusion, and then followed.
If it was just suspicion before, then through the found piano case, Lawrence undoubtedly confirmed something, and he was really disgusted!
There is nothing wrong with the act of throwing away the sniper rifle. In the current harsh climate where humans and animals are not distinguishable ten steps away, it is of almost no use. What is problematic is the meaning behind this act - the weight has been lost. This
You really want to run away!
Lawrence felt like his lungs were going to explode. Of course, it might be because of the howling wind and snow entering his mouth and nose, but no matter what, he just wanted to kill someone now!
Oh, by the way, someone doesn't know Lawrence's resentful state at this moment. If he knew... he would look innocent.
To be honest, he didn’t want this. Who wouldn’t have a temper when being chased so closely? What’s more, he came with the idea of causing trouble. If the environment and time were different, he really wouldn’t mind showing Lawrence
The style of the world's top killer, but it's not like he went out without looking at the almanac and the weather forecast...