God-level Bodyguard in The City

Chapter 60: Sniper Rifle vs Small Revolver

On the outskirts of Linhai, a rotten tailgate with a height of 50 meters stands alone in a barren site wall. The commercial building just across the street is far more lively than it came, and it has been repaired to a height of hundreds of meters and has not been capped.

And this rotten tail building is exactly the trading address that Beo Lingling said on the phone, and the time limit is 10 pm. People have many eyes during the day, and something really happens is not good for running.

Shen Ming drove the jeep over at 9:58. The rusty metal door was even equipped with a remote control device. The gate like a haunted house opened and closed automatically for Shen Ming.

The flameout stood in the sloping open space in front of the building, and looked around in darkness, and it really looked like a haunted house. At this time, Xiao Yi's mobile phone in his arms suddenly sounded, showing the name of the back-bound spirit.

"I'm here, come out." As Shen Ming continued the call, he carried the marijuana bag from the co-pilot off the car, and it was still flapping like a live pig.

"You walk 3 meters forward." Back bound spirit is like a remote control doll, when Shen Mingzhao walked to a fixed position, "Okay, that's where, don't move."

Shen Ming just stood still, a bullet flew past his ear and hit the jeep behind him.

"Hk417 ... sniper type." Shen Ming didn't have the slightest timidity, closed his eyes gently, just listening to the sound of gunshots from the phone, and the sound of the automatic gun machine's loading chamber has identified the enemy's weapon .

The back binding spirit made up two more shots after one shot, hitting the jeep's fuel tank, exploded, and the jeep was blown up, and suddenly turned into a ball of fire.

Shen Ming knew that the bullet from the back bound spirit did not want to kill himself, but to correct the accuracy of the firearms, measure the trajectory, and incidentally broke the last thought of his escape.

"You owe me a car," Shen Ming reminded on the phone.

"The kind of broken car will give you a price of 50,000. When the transaction is completed, I will call you." Back binding spirit can be described as generous.

"You know, that was when my grandfather fought the antique car of World War II, even on the beach in Normandy, and carried the Eisenhower ticket chicken ..."

"The price is 100,000, and then I will send you and your car to reunite, and now show me, that woman." Back bound spirit eagerly.

"Okay, since you want to see it." Shen Ming placed the sackcloth bag behind him on the ground, opened his pockets, and carried the person inside out. When he saw the familiar face, Beo Ling was stunned.

"Kudo ?! Why did you bring him over ?!" Behind the spirits were shaking.

"It's really troublesome for you to do so many things, isn't it just trying to save him? Now I help you save him, is there anything bad?" Shen Ming despised.

"Not like that! Not like this! What I want is for him to leave the police station without a crime, not to escape from prison! His life will be ruined! I have been guarding him and he will be ruined by you, you bastard! "The back-binding spirit cursed with all its strength.

"You're really arrogant, don't you understand? When you start to give money to this unseen son, his life has been ruined by you. If you really care about him so much, why can't you teach him Is it wrong to kill people? Let me guess, because you live by killing people. This is what we say in the ancient saying of the dynasty.

Just as the back bound spirit was reprimanded by Shen Ming, a clear sound of the trigger was heard in the earpiece.

"Asshole! What do you want to do?" Bei Bingling clearly looked at Shen Ming's position through the infrared imaging night vision sight. His son Kudo was facing away, blocking Shen's perspective completely.

"Do you know? The deal you proposed was unfair from the beginning. You were my assistant. I was caught by your son. The assistant is dead. Just look for it. Son is dead. Can you regenerate one? ? "Shen Ming's mouth turned up a faint smile.

"Don't! Asshole! Don't touch my son! I will kill you! I will kill you! No matter where you flee, I will find you and kill you!" Tao, but the more threatening the more he showed his fear.

"You want to kill me too much, it's not bad for you." Slap! Shen Ming pulled the trigger, and the smoke came out of the two people.

The power of the bullet was too great, and he flicked the thin Kudo Kaneda Moss in front of him, and fell heavily on the **** ground. The red blood on his chest soaked in the prison uniform and spread out to the surroundings.

"Balga presses the road !!!" Bingling Ling cried redly and sniped madly at Shen Ming, his bullets chasing the dust from his footsteps.

After Shen Ming had jumped to the mound of muck after completing the shooting, the tentative shooting of the back-bound spirit had just let him know where he was before he could respond preferentially.

"I'm going to kill you! You're a beast, and you're a killer undefeated !!!" Back bound spirit growled on the phone.

"Hehe, put down the sniper rifle in your hand and come over, I promise not to kill you." Shen Ming has never seen such a shameless Lao people, and so on, wait, Lao people do not seem to know what the face is called?

"Today, I must kill you this despicable and shameless thing!" The camouflage cloth off his body was lifted, and the angry back-binding spirit stood up, and the black ink on his face was almost crying. The muzzle that was held high raised a grenade with a beautiful arc.

"Shit your uncle!" Shen Ming heard the familiar voice in his mobile phone, pulled his leg forward and rushed forward. The small mud bag he had just evaded behind was blasted into ruins, and the splashed stones sank The spine is blue after the underworld, but dare not stop the slightest.

"Come! Come on, my uncle! You coward!" Standing on the edge of the 4th floor of the building, the back-binding spirit after firing the grenade held the gun flat again ** and struck the sniper bomb, which made him sink in a row. Crawled and hid in the smelly ditch.

There is still 100 meters from the Shenming position to the building. The 05-type small revolver in his hand cannot reach that distance even when it is hung up, but in the infrared night vision sniper mirror of the back bound spirit hk417, it can see the Shen. Dust on the face.

In the world of firearms, there are no miracles. All the parameters are established reality. There will never be a story of a ghost killing eight hundred miles away.

"Come out! Kill my son's murderer! Come and kill me! How domineering you were?" Back bound spirit dropped the grenade launcher case hung under the gun body, replaced it with a new cannonball boom and shot it again The existence of Shenming.

The help of a communicator can always make Shenming start faster, but it can only be one or two steps in advance. The air waves set off by high explosive ammunition burn the skin and the skin is stinging. Like powerful. After a while, Shen Ming was ashamed and bruised.

The baptism of howitzer and sniper rifle turns, it seems to pull Shenming back to the battlefield in Afghanistan, but at that time he was holding a heavy sniper step in his arms, not the revolver of a small hose such as 05.

"Old thing, you still have a chance." He said coldly in the microphone against a rusty iron dump truck.

"You have no chance at all!" Bailun Ling didn't understand the meaning of Shenming, raised his muzzle and fired a grenade habitually.

It was also at the moment he pulled the trigger that Shen Ming took a step forward from the dump truck. This step shortened the distance between the two to 49.9 meters. Shen Ming's eyes were as sharp as light. When he was beaten continuously, he had already marked the location of the back-bound spirit. At this moment, even if he closed his eyes, he could complete the directional shooting.

"Boom!" Accompanying the sound of this close-up explosion, Shen Ming pulled the trigger, and three bullets hit in an instant. There were a variety of shots on the chest, shoulders and side faces of the back, and the ceramic bulletproof clothing blocked this already. It is a small bullet with an extreme range, not to mention the pain in the chest.

Only the bullet that had hurt the back bound spirit's cheek caused injury, and cut a wound on his face like a blade, and blood spewed out.

"Asshole!" Back binding spirit finally tasted the blood of arrogance, lowered his head and dodged and fired. The range was shortened, but the accuracy of the bullet was greatly reduced, and Shen Ming rushed into the ground floor of the building with almost no effort.

"From now on, it's my world." Shen Ming hung up the phone, popped out the rotating magazine, dumped the empty four cartridge cases on the ground, and replaced them with new bullets.

"Your world? Only **** is right for you!" Back bound spirit sat on the ground, only took 5 seconds to remove the HK417 sniper barrel and replaced it with a 12-inch short assault barrel. m4a1 two streets, removed the grenade launcher and equipped it with a tactical grip, and the magazine was heartbroken and replaced with a 100-round drum ...

The bullet uses a steel core large firepower armor-piercing projectile, which is a heavy firearm that can burst into a sieve against the old tank! Because the bullet's damage to the gun body is extremely high, the original super-resistant hk417, the barrel life of 20,000 rounds was shortened to 500 rounds.

And after firing the 500 rounds of armor-piercing bullets, not only the barrel was scrapped, but also the gun body itself was scrapped.

But it doesn't matter, as long as it can kill the **** before it is scrapped, it will already be worth the fare!

In the huge rotten tail building, the whole body only has a frame, but no moonlight can be projected into it. Shen Ming has no night vision equipment and only uses a flashlight with a mobile phone camera to provide lighting. His pace is so light that the rats are ashamed, the breath-taking skills, just like the air blows naturally through his chest, but even if the action is silenced to the lowest state, there will still be an attack more quiet than him .

When walking to the dark staircase, he found the single-person mine trap that was pulled by a black silk thread, but there were more than 30 steps from the first floor to the second floor. Serial mines, even if Shenming is a fly passing by here, will be blown into ashes.

"It looks like trying gymnastics that haven't been practiced for years." Shen Ming twisted his neck with a sigh.

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