Super Black Technology

Calloused hands fixed the body of the gun, and through the slightly opened curtain, the high-powered sniper scope instantly enveloped the target.

The extremely complicated mental calculation quickly yielded the result in the mind of the mysterious man:

"The vertical distance is 815m, the vertical distance is 7.3m, the wind speed is 2.1, the wind resistance is 0.3, and the wind direction is east by south 17..."

The heart was beating regularly, the mysterious man breathed flatly, and then lightly pulled the trigger with his callused right hand.

"boom--"

The sniper rifle shook suddenly, and the metal bullet rotated instantly, leaving the muzzle at its extremely high speed.

At this moment, a loud gunshot shook the house. The long and narrow bullet carried an unstoppable death momentum, instantly tore through the air, and shot at the target...

10 seconds ago.

Ike lay quietly on the hospital bed, motionless.

The immature face always maintained a cute expression, and the corners of the mouth were slightly curved, as if he had dreamed of something beautiful.

Maybe it's beautiful Alice, maybe it's a brilliant future, maybe it's...

Just then, suddenly!

An extremely sharp, extremely rapid metallic electronic sound sounded violently:

"Warning! Indigenous, you have been targeted by a high-powered sniper rifle! Warning! You have been targeted by a high-powered sniper rifle! Warning! Warning! Warning..."

The sound transmission of the soul, like light and electricity, made Ike startled.

The sharp pain like a needle prick was transmitted from the ball of light to Ike's left arm. At this moment, the biological stress instinct made Ike raise his hand instantly, and his whole body tilted 14 degrees...

"Boom—"

The window glass shattered, and the bullet of death passed by Ike and hit the hospital bed.

The wooden hospital bed instantly cracked a big hole, and the huge kinetic energy knocked Ike to the ground.

This sudden murder made Ike completely dumbfounded. He had never experienced such a killing in his two lives. At this time, Ike lay motionless on the ground, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Maybe when the next shot comes in a few seconds, Ike will be completely dead.

1 second, 2 seconds...

At this critical moment, the door of the ward was kicked open, and two FBI agents rushed into the room with guns.

Without even thinking about it, one agent stood in front of Ike, and another agent hugged Ike instantly. Then the two agents made tactical evasive moves and rolled towards the corner in front of the window...

"boom--"

Another shot hit the floor.

Finally, the three of them rolled to the corner. With the cover of the wall, one agent immediately checked Ike's condition, and another agent hissed through a headset:

"The bald eagle is calling, there are snipers at 10 o'clock northwest, there are snipers at 10 o'clock northwest."

"No. 1 (Ike) is temporarily safe, and No. 1 is temporarily safe! The Bald Eagle asks the Eagle's Nest to quickly remove the threat, and the Bald Eagle requests the Eagle's Nest to quickly remove the threat!"

Even if such a huge change was not reported by the special agent, the rest of the security personnel would have discovered it. And not only them, but also many reporters who were waiting outside the hospital 24 hours a day.

"Stay hidden! You stay hidden!"

The boss's voice came from the agent's headset. If Ike was still awake at this time, he would definitely hear that the voice turned out to be the senior FBI agent - Moulton.

800 meters away, Critz Commercial Building.

A cleaning staff quickly took off his overalls, pulled out his concealed pistol, and rushed to the seventh floor.

Even faster than him, the door of a room on the sixth floor was instantly opened, and a couple dressed as agents went out with guns and ran towards the stairs.

On the street, plainclothes people no longer concealed their identities, and also entered the building with guns. Numerous police officers came from all directions, and surrounded the entire Critz commercial building.

"The first floor is safe!"

"Security on the 2nd floor!"

"The 3rd floor is safe!"

...

"The murder weapon was found in room 7077, the murderer has left, the murderer has left."

"The 8th floor is safe!"

"Security on the 9th floor!"

...

There were chaotic footsteps outside the ward, and Moulton rushed in with a number of his men.

As soon as he entered the ward, Moulton first checked Ike's situation. Seeing that Ike was not injured, Moulton breathed a sigh of relief.

Minutes later, Ike was moved to another ward, a fully screened safe room.

There is a doctor, a nurse, and the Williams couple in this ward.

At this time, Mrs. Williams was holding Ike's favorite cream cake. Seeing the agent come in with Ike in his arms, Mrs. Williams loosened her hand and the cake fell to the ground.

"Oh, Mygod! Ike, Ike!"

Mrs. Williams wept and threw herself on her son. Ike was ignorant, and he was still ignorant at this time.

The usually cute and immature face has no expression. No matter how Mrs. Williams waved her hands in front of his eyes, Ike's eyes did not move at all.

"let me!"

Mr. Williams grabbed his son and then slapped Ike hard on the bottom.

"Snapped--"

"Papa papa!"

Ike's little face finally has color, what kind of expression is that?

Panic, endless panic, in which there is also a trace of luck in escaping death.

At this moment, Ike was not crying, not at all.

I swear to God, Ike, who has been acting for 8 years, really didn't act this time.

In two lifetimes, in a total of more than 30 years of life, Ike has never even seen a real gun, let alone suffered an assassination.

This is the first time, and maybe it will be the last.

Ike's sanity was gradually recovering, and the frightened expression on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by a child's unique ignorant expression.

Ike turned his head slowly, looking at his two saviors, and a childish voice spit out from his mouth:

"Gentlemen, thank you!"

Afterwards, Ike looked back at Agent Moulton beside him.

"Mr. Moulton, thank you, and thank you all."

Although, I have used them before, but at this moment, I am sincerely saying thank you to the FBI.

The kindness of dripping water is reciprocated by springs; the kindness of saving lives is unforgettable.

Feeling the little guy's gratitude, all the agents waved their hands again and again. Moulton smiled slightly and said softly: "The little guy is really sensible, as long as you are safe."

Yes, for the FBI, the little guy in front of him is a national treasure, a federal network nuclear weapon, and it is worth protecting with their lives.

"Ike, little Ike!"

At this time, the doctor shook his hand to let Ike's eyes focus on him, and then the doctor made a "two" gesture.

"How much is this? Little Ike, how much is this?"

"two!"

The doctor was overjoyed, and then made a "three" gesture, and continued to ask: "What is this?"

"three!"

Then there was the "four" gesture, and Ike still answered correctly.

Everyone was very happy, and at the same time, there was a trace of doubt in the joy. What's the matter, after the little guy was assassinated once, he even recovered from his illness?

certainly……

it's out of the question!

Because, at this time, Ike was completely angry.

Who wants to assassinate Lao Tzu? Looking for death? !

What on earth is the US government doing? Your national treasure is being assassinated, and your child prodigy is being bullied. Hurry up and think of a way!

And you, Mr. Obama, as the president of the world's most powerful country, you have been slapped in the face, so don't react quickly!

When an official does not make decisions for the people, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes!

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