God-level Bodyguard in The City

Chapter 199: This Life, Don't Let Go

Xiao Yi, who had disappeared, returned to the villa an hour later and was escorted back by the police's 8-round police armored vehicle. Xiao Yi wasn't just for Ayatollah's position, but she accepted Shen's instructions and went to the police station to retrieve her equipment.

This time, the general's instructions opened the door of convenience, not only for the police ’s arsenal, but also for local forces.

Shen Ming also joked with Director Zhao half-jokingly, "Can a 99a main battle tank come and drive?"

"Little ancestor, please don't play with me? I really let you do this, I will be laid off tomorrow!" Director Zhao was almost cramped, "Single soldier equipment, some in the country, you can choose, heavy equipment It ’s not a terrorist attack. It ’s absolutely immovable. Maintain stability, you know? ”

"Okay, let me be wronged." Shen Ming's so-called "grief" also let Xiao Yi bring back two boxes of coffin-sized equipment.

The iron cabinet was so heavy that even a mighty monster like Shen Ming could only drag it to the living room one by one.

"Brother, are you going to slaughter the city?" After eating instant noodles, Wan'er could not sleep at all, looking at the open iron cabinet, sneer.

Ayatollah was also surprised, just because the iron cabinet was as small as a grenade and as large as an anti-tank missile. The dynasty is no better than them in the Middle East, ak47 can be seen everywhere. In this harmonious society, all who are holding fruit knives are fierce bandits. I want to see so many deadly firearms in one breath, and I can only experience it in the big "cf".

"It's still not enough, but unfortunately lacks equipment and time, otherwise I really want to change it ..." Shen Ming sighed and lifted up a type 10 anti-equipment sniper rifle, which is the most advanced domestic long-range sniper equipment, especially The electronic optical sight used for infrared self-correction can make the sniper's outsider become a sniper elite in minutes.

However, Shen Ming was not interested in the aiming value of more than 100,000 yuan. He took it down and threw it directly into the trash. Instead, he picked up a traditional optical sight with a 16x lens and installed it. For the top sniper, all that is required is a crosshair crosshair. All other parameters can be filled with the brain.

The only irreparable defect is the firearm itself ... The history of the military industry in the dynasty is only 60 years. From the foreign equipment captured in the founding ceremony to today ’s aircraft cannons, the complete set of single-armed firearms has been made in other countries for hundreds of years. The development of weapons is rapid.

However, the gap in precision firearms is limited by materials science and production equipment, making domestic firearms a little worse.

For example, the type 10 anti-equipment sniper rifle in Shen Ming's hand is the same as the American Barrett m82a1 anti-equipment sniper rifle with a 12.7 mm caliber, but the accuracy gap will be clearly visible after 1800 meters. Not to mention the self-modifying 15mm tac-50 used by the night watchman.

Helpless, it is better than no gun. Shen Ming can only use the dead horse as a live horse doctor, hurry up, polish the rifling, and improve ammunition to enhance the performance of the firearm.

"Everyone, don't look at it. Everyone has a good rest. It's time to go to school tomorrow. It's time to die." Shen Ming clapped his hands.

"Bastard brother, I haven't been back for a few days, don't play myself to death." Waner finished her meal and went back to the room to rest.

Xiao Yi's face was so ugly that she returned to the room to rest like a walking dead ...

"Are you really going to be hostile to my instructor for me?" Ayatollah looked at Shen Ming, who had been checking the equipment, until everyone had dispersed.

"It's not for you, it's for the night watchman." Shen Ming's words confused Ayatollah. "I was blinded by hate once, in order to rescue my sister, to kill the hatred of my relatives, and even hate to look in the mirror. Can't find their looks.

The most painful and pathetic Nirvana we've ever experienced, climbed out of the suffocating blood pool corpse mountain, not to live people like people, ghosts like ghosts.

Only by letting go of the past can we embrace the future.

When I stopped my fist of revenge and let go of my enemy, I realized that not killing is salvation and rebirth. "

"So philosophical, I also want your teachings to listen to you, because I can't die yet, for my country and people, I can't die at this time." Ayatollah's two-colored eyes, but with With the same desire for life.

"If life and death can be controlled by your own consciousness, then there is no such thing as war and killing. Go to sleep and I will protect you, even if it is against my instructor." Shen Ming waved and sighed, protecting What an unreasonable fate a man should kill the most deserving person.

Ayatollah lived in the room that Shen Ming arranged for her. It was the employer security room with walls on all sides. It was as simple as a humble room. Just like Ayatollah's situation at the moment, there were no windows and she could not see Chaoyang.

Shen Ming in the living room has been busy sorting out all kinds of equipment, want to fight with the night watchman, there must be no sloppy. They know each other too well, shooting habits, choice of location, pre-judgment ... It's like trying to kill themselves.

Xiao Yi, who was back in the room, was lying on a familiar bed, but she couldn't sleep at all. She was trembling as she rolled into a ball. As long as you close your eyes, all you see is your father's face, and a big hole in your chest. Tears will unknowingly flow down and drench the pillow.

The night has never been so difficult, every minute and every second is as long as a passing year. Who can save yourself? Why is the air so thin? Breathing clearly, but still choking. Who can hear Xiao Yi's cry in his heart? Who can help myself?

Just then, one arm crossed her neck and held her tightly in her arms. Xiao Yi just wanted to resist nervously, but the familiar voice came from her ear.

"No need to escape, no one forces you to be strong. If you want to cry, cry in my arms. Even if the tears blur your eyes and make you invisible to the road ahead, I will point you in the direction." Shen Ming His words were like tear-sucking Korean dramas, which made Xiao Yi choke up uncontrollably.

In Shen Ming's arms, in his arms, he cried to a tear.

"It hurts, my heart hurts, why is it so? Why does dad say go and leave?" Xiao Yi's question Shen Ming could not answer him.

"Remember this pain, no matter how many years have passed, don't let time smooth it out. Just remember that the deceased never left us. They live in our hearts and our pain becomes a nutrient for growth, Let us be strong and let us cherish our lives even more. "

"Deep, hold me tight, please."

"This life, don't let go."

This night, Xiao Yi's dream was full of pictures of her and her father's past. Although painful, the warmth from her back did not make her feel so uncomfortable.

Early in the morning, Xiao Yi was awakened by the alarm clock, opened her eyes and looked back. There was no trace of drowsiness on the bed, as if the hug and the promise were nothing more than self-comfort in the dream.

"Hey, ask again, does the stupid brother do not need me to help?" Wan'er reluctantly ate Shen Ming and made it earlier.

"No need, I can handle it myself, you give me a good read." Shen Ming disdainful porridge said.

"Let's not help with tipping. Anyway, give me some pocket money, don't you need money to study? You treat me like you and eat grass in school!" Wan'er finally couldn't bear it.

"Spend money ..." Shen Ming took out two pockets. In addition to the cheque for $ 600,000, all three steel cymbals were given to Waner, "Take it."

"I rely on ... three? I can't even drink the nutrition express!" Wan'er's brow twitched.

"Prodigal Nizi, don't you know to drink mineral water?" Shen Ming despised.

"Okay, you can! When you die, I will definitely not buy you ashes, **** brother!" Waner ate half early, couldn't eat, and lifted his schoolbag and fell out.

The sun is burning and the temperature is close to 35 degrees. Huang Yibo, a fat man, pushed his bicycle and stood outside the villa. His white shirt was mostly sweaty and apparently had been waiting for a while.

"Yuaner classmates!" Huang Yibo shouted with joy, seeing the default host.

"Why are you standing here?" Waner asked without a good expression.

"Isn't classmate Waner asking me to pick you up for school?" Huang Yibo's grievance was played.

"Ah? Oh, forgot about this, let's go." Waner was because she knew there was no z4 pickup today, and she called Huang Yibo at 6 o'clock in the middle of the night to pick herself up. Who knows that Shen Ming got up so early, still Made breakfast. Waner just forgot to eat and eat like this, and Huang Yibo waited for an entire hour ...

"So come up." Huang Yibo was the first time to carry a girl in this life, and could not help but feel a little nervous.

Waner saw Huang Yibo's stinking sweat, and thinking of sitting on the back to be smoked all the way, she naturally passed Huang Yibo's arm and sat on the beam of the front seat, which is equivalent to sitting in Huang Yibo's Arms.

"Yuaner, isn't it good?" Huang Yibo swallowed saliva, sitting in such an ambiguous position, and the cherry blossom fragrance that was close at hand made Huang Yibo strong again.

"I like to sit in front, hey, Wangcai, you have a lot of opinions today? Quickly step on the car, I'm not in a good mood, don't mess with me!" Waner sneered, Huang Yibo was obedient like a dog, and quickly got on the car Wang Waner stepped towards the school, but Huang Yibo stepped on it much slower than usual, not that Waner was too heavy, just because the cherry blossom smell that was blowing in the air against the wind made Huang Yibo unbearable to step on too fast School, I feel I can step on this way, he hopes that the end of the journey is Tibet.

Inside the villa, Princess Ayatollah and Xiao Yi walked out of the room at the same time, and the two women nodded to each other. Xiao Yi didn't look well. Ayatollah only slept for 2 hours. She kept calling and contacting the relatives of Aragorn all night to understand the latest developments in the country and the deployment work. The princess was not idle. At least the princess who wants to be president must not rest.