The solar system is broken

Until the policeman lifted up his black windbreaker and picked up the walkie-talkie from his waist.

Kaba.

"Sniper, keep shooting. No need to ask for permission to shoot."

"Got it." There was a clang, and the bullet was loaded.

The sniper's plan is going well so far.

"It seems," the sniper murmured, "there's nothing wrong with the two of them."

"Zizzi~" is the sound from the system headset.

The sniper's hair stood on end, as if a pair of invisible hands were strangling his neck. This was the sound.

"Little one~," the voiceprint was encrypted, like a sharp sound made by the friction of two thin metal sheets.

The sniper pointed the sniper scope at the two people who were climbing the zipline, but there was no movement. It should not be these two people.

However, it is possible to record in advance.

According to the scope of this influence, this person should be in the action team.

Under the bridge, people scattered in scattered directions.

The sniper scope quickly passed over a person, but nothing unusual appeared.

"This is a conspiracy~"

The Kabbah sound was cut off. This sound always appeared and left so suddenly.

It shouldn't be far, this is the walkie-talkie channel.

The mouth shape doesn’t even match~

Who is it?

Railway bombing team? A few monitoring points. Or nothing?

"Hades appears!" The voice from the monitoring point interrupted the sniper's thoughts.

"Pay attention to concealment."

In the sniper scope, a golden line passed through the dark cloth.

It's coming.

Aim the gun at the pre-selected sniper point and secure it.

Telescope viewing, train. There is no observer now, he needs to do it by himself. Although it is a little inconvenient, it is not bad.

[Soldier: Password]

[Writer: Grafting]

[Police: Guqin]

[Bang, the bullet is ejected from the chamber.]

[Zizzizi~Can’t hear clearly.]

The train left an afterimage, making it difficult to see clearly what was going on inside.

The sniper recited silently, the target of the sniper is Jones, male, 26 years old, who likes flowers, weeps cuckoos, and has a cautious personality.

The curtains were drawn in several carriages of the train, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.

Anti-reconnaissance capability is something.

"All three carriages have curtains. They are exactly the same."

[Soldier (sizzling ~ noise): ...The writer is actually afraid of heights...]

"It's a bit troublesome!" The sniper put down the telescope in his hand.

A sniper always only has one bullet in the chamber, because there is no second chance to shoot.

[Gudong (swallowing sound), the writer swallowed the pill. 】

【Dong dong dong~heartbeat. Very fast.】

[Zizzizi~The monitor is decomposed in the stomach.]

"No, there is still a chance."

The sniper lowered his binoculars.

The thin evening breeze blew on the sniper's hair and passed against his scalp, making it very cool.

Where are the potential dangers?

The train ran forward crazily, towards the dark death.

The writer's idea is very good. A piece of rope solved the problem.

"Hmm~" The sniper took position.

Bang, bang, bang.

Cars one after another kept passing diagonally underneath.

It went on sparsely and normally.

The train was slowing down. I could barely see clearly through the sniper scope, but the curtain was in the way. The sniper put his finger on the gun's tongue.

The disconnected carriage rushed out from the railing. A curtain of water was set off in the river, and the train body trembled.

The covering curtains flickered, and a flash of bright red flew past the window.

It was a porcelain vase, painted with orchids and filled with cuckoos weeping for blood. The three colors of red, blue and white were very vivid.

The gourd-shaped porcelain bottle touched the ground gently, and the porcelain pieces cracked and shattered all over the floor. Flowers and branches were scattered. The bright red carpet was wet.

A young man with gold-rimmed round eyes holds a golden pocket watch in one hand.

Liu Ye frowned, glanced at the ground, squatted down slightly, stretched out her white fingers, and carefully picked up the fallen flowers.

It's Jones?!!!No doubt.

A burly man in black quickly dodged, blocked the direction of the window, and pulled down the curtains.

One second of vision was enough. The sniper quickly matched the photo with the person.

Jones was not on Car No. 5! That means the operation failed.

Shoot~

Yes, we have to shoot. Judging from the man's movements, he wants to run.

"calculate..."

"△(Acceleration) is equal to..." Glancing at the scale on the sniper scope, the sniper made a rough estimate, "-30km/h. Variable speed movement."

"Wind speed, unknown."

"Explosive warhead, shrapnel damage radius is one meter."

"Blind sniper!"

All super long-range snipers are blind snipers.

"Without helmet or armor, you will be killed."

After the train got off the bridge, it turned a corner. The carriages were lined up in front of the snipers. They entered the best sniper spot.

"Zi Dong~" The gunpowder was activated.

The bullet created a stream of light, flew out from the high cliff, passed through the dense jungle leaves, crossed the majestic river, faced the gentle evening breeze, and gently clung to the glass.

The glass cracked inch by inch like a spider web, and the broken crystals reflected a strange light in the orange light.

The warhead split open, like a lotus blooming side by side, and particles of light splashed out. Those were the explosive warheads of a combination of components.

Detonate~

A flash of fire suddenly bloomed from Car No. 4. Wood chips flew everywhere.

A tongue of flame flashed across the curtain, and the orange-red tongue of flame spat out a message, flicked it gently in Car No. 4, and ignited.

Boom! The whole train shook violently.

Sniper, on the other hand, his gun is equivalent to a small artillery.

"Nice job~" The earphones rang. It was that mysterious voice.

Before the sniper understood anything, the train's tendency to slow down at that spot changed. It accelerated directly.

The detonation point is fifty kilometers away...

"Jie Jie Jie~" the standard villain voiceover, "You did a good job!"

The current speed of the train is about 80km/h. This acceleration can reach 200km/h in about a quarter of an hour.

"Soldier! Soldier!" He didn't believe the police, so he called the soldier.

Zizzizi~Electronic music. No signal.

Huh?! The situation seems to be very bad, the electrical signal is interfered with.

Is it also the work of that mysterious man?

The sniper now understands something. The man used himself, and the real targets are the writers and the police.

"Damn it!" Throw away the headphones. Useless equipment is a burden.

The sniper's position is 2,000km from the bridge, and the straight-line distance from the soldiers and police positions is about 4,000km. Running there? It's not realistic. There are cliffs, mountains and ravines, and it's difficult to walk in between.

"This man is very clear about our plan!" The sniper took off his sniper scope and looked towards the platform.

The soldier was frantically typing into the walkie-talkie, but there seemed to be no response. Was the soldier contacting him?

"It's not impossible." Looking at the soldier sniper, he thought of a simple way.

Load your secondary weapon pistol and point it calmly toward the sky.

Punch the air.

Three magazines, 18 bullets, six bullets used to show off. I hope you understand.

Bang! A crisp sound sounded. (Beep sound, this is a small agreement)

Bang bang bang! Three consecutive rapid fire shots. (···s)

Snap~ One second apart, it’s a long shadow. (—t)

Pa~pa~pa~three long sounds. (—,—,—o)

Bang! Bang~ Bang~ Bang! (·——·p)

stop! Stop the plan.

Twelve shots. Just used up.

The barrel of the gun is slightly warm.

The bullets shot through the sky, and the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air slightly.

He let go and the pistol fell from his hand.

An ominous emotion became more and more obvious, a feeling of powerlessness like drowning.

There is something that has not been noticed and has been ignored.

"What is it?" puzzled.

Met a writer, then a soldier, and finally Huo Shan.

What motivates a writer? None.

Do the soldiers have motives? Sort of. But framing a writer and inviting a writer to join are contradictory and impossible.

Huo Shan? They probably only met for the first time on the "Statue of Liberty", and that voice started before that. It's impossible.

Even yourself?! It’s impossible.

As for the police? He doesn’t seem to have anything to do with it.

This person is familiar with the plan, he is familiar with himself, he is familiar with the soldiers, and he may be able to hack into the system. This choice is very subtle.

The only people who are familiar with the plan are soldiers, snipers, policemen and writers. Those who are familiar with snipers are soldiers, Huoshan and the captain. Those who are familiar with soldiers are snipers and captains. The most likely person to invade the system is an insider, that is, the soldier and Huoshan.

So... the proper subset obtained by the intersection of the four sets is - soldiers.

Impossible. This...maybe possible.

"What's the benefit of doing this? To the soldiers?" wondered.

There is no benefit to falsely accusing an unrelated person, except forever tarnishing the reputation of his soldiers. As a gentleman, this is an unacceptable evil.

So excluding soldiers, who else?

The sniper shook his head, no more. Not one left.

"Holmes said that after eliminating all impossibilities, the remaining answer, no matter how unreasonable, is the correct answer." It's just that the sniper didn't believe this. The last one is extremely unreasonable, and it may just be caused by narrow cognition.

"Karl, is that you?" the sniper murmured to himself. He couldn't believe that a man who prided himself on being a gentleman would not cherish his feathers so much.

Hypocrisy. That’s not a very good answer.

As an officer, Carl's noble depth is impressive.

The wind blew through the sniper's ears and he closed his eyes.

The patter of raindrops fell from the sky and fell on his clothes.

A cold touch and a sense of betrayal rippled slightly in those contact points. Through those capillaries, these physical data slowly penetrated into his spiritual quality.

Tick ​​tock~ A drop of crystal splashed down the slender barrel and shattered on the brick-red rock. A shallow mark was drawn on the section of rough sand grains rich in iron.

The night is very hazy.

Who should the bullet be fired into? Without a target, even the best shooters will be confused.

"Huh~" the sniper took a long breath, "Is it the human resistance?"

"Maybe I'm wrong."

"Pap~"

The rain is getting heavy. The leaves are swaying, trying to stay elegant in this violent world.

The cold water drops were like gentle fingers, caressing his face. His heart was broken.

"Maybe there should be a second bullet in my sniper rifle~" He clenched his fists.

Loyalty itself is also a virtue. Soldier, your cunning has tainted him. You are another Judas.

Fifteen minutes. Very short.

A distant flame shot up into the sky, and the train ascended into the sky.

The Morse code part seemed to have been simply ignored because they were busy framed.

Through the sniper scope, he saw the handcuffed writer and the policeman who was trying his best to resist.

The writer leaned dizzy on the soldier's shoulder. The soldier was expressionless in the face of the police's roar.

"My loneliness is a long snake,

Quietly without words.

If you dream about it,

Be sure, don't be afraid!" (Feng Zhi's "Snake"

Now the sniper did not dream of snakes, but encountered snakes, snakes spitting out crimson slugs.

Wiped the water on his face.

Knowing the truth and revealing the truth are different concepts. For a moment, he was afraid of these poisonous snakes.

No matter what kind of trial, this matter has nothing to do with him.