Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

Yu Feibai's face was as usual, his expression indifferent, "She, not my fiancee!!"

Xu Zhiming paused. The military and political circles were talking about the marriage between the Yu and He two families earlier this time. Did they mean Yu Feibai and He Jintong?

Soon he recovered and said coldly: "Huh, you don't have to admit it, Captain Yu, in any case, I won't get the answer I want in two minutes, so I just hugged this beauty and went to death!"

After that, interrupt the phone with a "pop"!

Seeing Yu Feibai slowly put down the phone, Political Commissar Li looked grim and asked anxiously: "What are the conditions?"

"Two million in cash, a helicopter!"

"How to do?"

Yu Feibai did not answer. Instead, he came to the sniper's position and asked the sniper: "How sure are you shooting from here!!"

The sniper aiming with the gun was Lu Hongtao. He had already locked on the opposite Xu Zhiming, and his index finger was slowly increasing force.

Hearing Yu Feibai's voice, he looked up and replied: "40% sure!!"

The observer next to him was Hu Zhifeng. He added: "The M82A1 has a sniper range of 1,800 meters. The range is not a big problem. However, the wind at sea is too great, and the bullet will be affected by the wind. You will also lose your sniper power!"

Yu Feibai thought for a while, took Lu Hongtao's sniper rifle, put on his headset, and after checking the gun, he lay down and took out the gun. "Wow!" The bullet was loaded.

Hu Zhifeng immediately lay on one side and raised the laser rangefinder.

In the scope, Yu Feibai did not see Xu Zhiming, only He Jintong, who was trembling with fright.

"Commissar Li, now you immediately send a helicopter over!"

"Yes!!"

Three minutes later, a helicopter was spinning on the yacht. The yacht was so big that a small helicopter could be parked on the deck.

A special fighter got off the helicopter and shouted into the yacht, "The money is here, the helicopter is here, and I don’t have any weapons, please release the hostages now."

Xu Zhiming shouted inside: "When I am safe, I will naturally release the hostages. Now I jump into the sea and are not allowed to stay on the yacht."

The special fighter slowly stepped back and whispered into the headset: "Reaper, here is your performance time."

Death, that's Yu Feibai's code name!

At this moment, Yu Feibai held his gun and aimed at the yacht, waiting quietly, maintaining his breathing rate.

At this time, the observer Hu Zhifeng reported: "The target has appeared! Captain, can decide the shooting opportunity!"

"Clear." In the sight of Yu Feibai, suddenly and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang—" With a sound, the bullet came out of the mouth and aimed at Xu Zhiming who was pulling He Jintong out.

Xu Zhiming deserves to be trained, quickly staggered the trajectory, and the bullet hit his shoulder.

"Ah!" He was in pain, and the gun in his hand was aimed at He Jintong, ready to die together.

Yu Feibai quickly turned his gun, "bang--" the bullet hit Xu Zhiming's eyebrow.

Xu Zhiming fell down suddenly.

The special fighter who had just jumped into the sea immediately climbed up from the sea again. After confirming that the hostages were safe, they were only scared and not injured, the special fighter reported to the headset: "Clear the scene, safe!"

With that said, he raised his thumb to the sky!

After He Jintong calmed down, he subconsciously looked at the warship over there, and then asked the special fighters, still a little frightened: "Who was shooting just now?"

The special fighter smiled proudly, "Of course it is our captain!"

He Jintong was taken aback for a moment, then he curled his lips and smiled.