Right on Target

"Thank you," Xie Zhenshu said, "Stand back."

7-006 said: "You're welcome, think well."

7-006's gold-rimmed glasses are on the bridge of his nose, and he is still dressed as a student, but his eyes are different. He was no longer shy, and he didn't have to pretend to be dazed. The confrontation with the gun seemed to be a small episode in his plan, so that not only was there no fear between his brows, but a bit of contempt.

The train was moving so fast that the doors and windows vibrated slightly. They deliberately adjusted their breathing and calculated the opponent's next move. The traces of fine snow were scraped on the window panes in the corridor, and the white light made the cramped and narrow space bright and clear, and the blood pooled under the bodies of several corpses. The two people are deadlocked here, like two mountains facing each other, and they don't even give each other their eyes.

7-006 said, "You only have one round left in your G9."

Xie Zhenshu is as cold as ice.

7-006 comforted: "It's okay if you hit it crookedly, you still have the A20, and the double-column magazine has enough ammunition."

This is an attack method, 7-006 is showing Xie Zhenshu what he knows about him. Not only that, 7-006 has maintained a relaxed state during these few minutes, and this "relaxation" will also increase invisible pressure on the opponent, as if he didn't take Xie Zhenshu seriously at all.

Xie Zhenshu breathed lightly and said, "Shut up."

7-006 said: "Why, 15 rounds of bullets in the double-column magazine is not enough for you?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "Don't talk."

7-006 wondered: "We have to communicate, otherwise with this posture, if the gun accidentally fires and dies on the spot, wouldn't it be a big loss."

He spoke at a steady pace, and he couldn't hear any tension, as if this was an ordinary meeting.

Xie Zhenshu's fingertips were touching the trigger. After 4 shots in a row, the trigger feel of the G9 was very poor. Usually, the accuracy of the last shot was the lowest. His G9 reticle is facing the center of 7-006's eyebrows, and there is a clock in his heart, which is moving "tap, tap, tap". He said, "Play a game."

7-006 was quite interested in the topic he initiated, and asked, "What are you playing?"

"Count down to three," Xie Zhenshu said, "Shoot or surrender."

7-006 suddenly laughed, and said, "Okay, three—"

The public bell stopped, and the surroundings were dead silent, only the sound of their breathing remained.

"two."

The two looked at each other and counted down at the same time.

"one."

"Boom!"

Xie Zhenshu fired the last bullet. He has experienced countless times of practice in the training ground. He knows the undercover agents on the northern line and their usual tricks——

But he doesn't understand 7-006.

The man was quick, bold, and silent, approached like a cat.

The poor design of the G9 trigger is super long, and it takes experience to press the point at close range. Xie Zhenshu did it well, but the 7-006 did it better. 7-006 lowered his arm before the word "一" protruded from the tip of his tongue, and knocked Xie Zhenshu's wrist from below.

The G9's bullet hit the door frame.

Xie Zhenshu missed, and 7-006 shot immediately!

Xie Zhenshu turned the G9 pistol, held the muzzle, and hit the muzzle of 7-006 with the handle. The muzzle of 7-006 was forced to lift up, and the bullet passed the side of Xie Zhenshu and hit the window of the aisle.

"Boom!"

The window shattered, and the cold wind rushed in immediately.

The fighting style of the special forces on the southern front requires that a punch must be effective. Members will not restrain their attacks because of the pain they may encounter. When they fight in close quarters, they pay more attention to strength than skill. Xie Zhenshu knew how to do this, he didn't give 7-006 another chance to shoot, and directly kicked 7-006 in the chest.

7-006 really blocked it, but he was extremely flexible, hooking the gun with his fingertips, making it circle around his fingers during Xie Zhenshu's blow, without letting go. Xie Zhenshu took another blow and sent the gun flying out.

The two of them entered and retreated at the door of the room, the door frame was shaken "squeaky", and they were already overwhelmed. The inner side of the door is close to the spare locker, 7-006 took a step back, raised his foot to hook the frame under the locker, lifted it up violently, and flung it towards Xie Pillow Book.

"Bang!"

The locker slammed against the door frame with a loud thud.

7-006 hung on the door frame with one hand, and with the strength of his arm, he kicked Xie Zhenshu on the shoulder. Xie Zhenshu clamped 7-006's ankle with his backhand and dragged him out of the door.

While fighting, the two retreated to the window in the aisle, the open window was piercingly cold, and the snow poured down on their necks. Suddenly, the train decelerated and honked loudly, as if it was about to stop in the middle of the road. The public bell rang again, it was a call from other cars.

They shot and fought in the front car, causing great commotion, but no passengers looked in the left and right rooms. Xie Zhenshu guessed that the passengers in the front train compartment had been replaced by 7-006, and the rooms ahead were all vacant, only the undercover deployed by 7-006 was hidden in the room that caused the commotion just now. Now all the undercover agents here have been killed, but it is hard to guarantee that there are also undercover agents hidden in other cars. The public bell may be the way they pass the news.

7-006 kicks up and hits the window. The shards of glass flew up and splashed on Xie Zhenshu. Xie Zhenshu touched the A20 behind his waist, and at this moment, the train stopped suddenly.

"Kangdang—"

The car body swayed, and 7-006 grabbed Xie Zhenshu's shoulders and slammed him into the window at this moment. Glass shards slammed under his feet, Xie Zhenshu tilted his body slightly, and gave up drawing his gun in an instant, 7-006 would not give him a chance to raise his hand! He simply supported 7-006 with his shoulders, and twisted 7-006's arm instead, trying to throw 7-006 directly to the ground.

Unexpectedly, 7-006's reaction speed took advantage again. He took a step, stabilized his lower body, and hit Xie Zhenshu's side neck with a counter-elbow.

Snow fell from the window.

7-006 didn't let go of Xie Zhenshu's hand, turned around and threw Xie Zhenshu over his shoulder, but Xie Zhenshu grabbed 7-006 and took him out. With the strength of the two, they smashed open the window completely, rolled off the train together, and rolled on the slope.

-call!

The two rolled into the snow, surrounded by cold winds.