The solar system is broken

The next day. On the deck, the light was dim.

Several helicopters took off one after another.

When setting off, the sniper sat on the cabin and looked down. The writer and the captain were saying goodbye, but the police didn't know where they were.

The soldier acted like a traveling companion, carrying a large mountaineering bag, a water bottle and an umbrella in the two ear pockets, and a searchlight on the sun visor.

"Hey~" The bag was thrown in, and the soldier sat on the passenger seat. He pulled a lock and fixed the package.

"You seem very leisurely? This is not a vacation." The sniper glanced at him and handed over a small paper bag.

"What is this?" The soldier was slightly startled.

"Motion sickness medicine," the sniper said, pointing in the direction of the writer.

"For the writer?"

The sniper nodded and rolled his eyes. Who else needs this except the writer?

"You are very careful," the soldier smiled and put the medicine into his coat pocket.

"There's only one," the sniper didn't answer, but reminded him, "It's best to give it to him during action."

"I understand, I understand," the soldier nodded.

The policeman walked down from the direction of the tower, turned around and waved to a shadowy figure, which he couldn't see clearly. But his intuition told the sniper that he knew that person.

The wait did not last long. The writer and the police boarded the helicopter.

The soldier turned his head and said, "Police, hand over the cigarettes."

"?" The policeman was slightly startled.

"Your smoking will expose the target~" The soldier took out two cans of beer from his luggage bag and handed them over, and the meaning was obvious.

"Okay, okay~" The policeman took out a hidden cigarette from under his black windbreaker.

Sure enough, the search is useless. Some people are born with thorns.

"No time to chat." The sniper pulled the joystick and the aircraft raised its head.

The sniper tilted his head and the plane circled upward, avoiding the water tower.

Gone like a shadow.

In the dark night sky, a small bottle floated in the air, turned around a few times, and landed on the sea with a splash.

The label of the bottle said "quick-acting sedative" in big letters (something like sleeping pills)

The night is very long, and the next time the sun rises will be in about 32 hours.

The helicopter moved quickly along the sea surface.

Target South America circumcontinental railway.

The planned location to block Hades is in the territory of the former Republic of Shandong. Bridge No. 12 has cliffs on one side and torrents on the other. It is an excellent location for removal.

The sniper's task is very useless. At the No. 4 monitoring point, set up a gun and aim at the air. (Theoretically, the sniper has no chance to take action)

A sling hangs from the top of the press.

Two figures stood on the top of the cliff.

"Go down~" The sniper pointed at the chosen cliff and pulled the sling to make sure it was okay.

"Okay~" The observer hung the sniper rifle on his chest, turned around, supported the cliff face with his feet, held on, let go, and sank down.

The action was very standard. Just like the instructions in the manual, there was no difference. The sniper looked at the dangling rope, rubbed it in his jacket pocket, and a thin blade appeared in his hand. This kind of rope only requires a light stroke.

..

But his hand stopped, and the blade was caught between his two fingers. There was a violent shaking on the rope, and the deputy arrived.

He came to the conclusion that the deputy who followed him was a new recruit.

The sniper wraps a piece of rough cloth (to prevent reflection of the lens) around the sniper scope and ties a knot on it with a rubber rope. The gun is hung on the chest and loaded. A thin blade is put into the glove and pressed on the back of the hand.

Up. The blade can cut through the glove with just one punch, exposing the blade.

The assassin's first task is to save yourself. Don't trust anyone!

The sniper chose a more difficult sinking method and hung the rope upside down. As long as the deputy made any movement, the loaded gun on his chest could send a bullet to the deputy's head in an instant.

Hanging upside down, the sniper sinks very skillfully, but still very cautiously.

The sniper point is a depression halfway up the cliff, two meters square, a bit cramped. There is only a bush growing there.

"Senior~" The deputy gathered up the remaining rope hanging down, formed it into a small knot, and pulled it into the bushes.

The muscles all over the body are relaxed and slack.

He glanced at the deputy with the colorful painting and sneered in his heart. A rookie from the military academy is too young.

"First time?" It's difficult to deploy a sniper rifle on this cliff.

"Yeah." The newbie nodded.

"You can see it," the sniper held the gun on his chest with his left hand, and with his right hand, like lightning, he pulled out a pistol from the rookie's leg.

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against the rookie's head. The deputy obviously didn't understand what was happening.

"You have made three mistakes from the beginning to now." The sniper slowly read this sentence between his teeth.

"You're going to die." No matter how good Ni Cai's painting was, he couldn't stop the bullet.

"Why, senior!" The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head. Although the rookie's expression did not change, the slightly moving fingers betrayed his fear. "We are not fighting..."

"Tell me, what should a sniper do when a gun is pressed against his head?" The sniper sneered, his eyes widening.

"Senior, this is no joke..."

The rookie's only answer was a click, the safety was opened, the bullet was loaded, and the hammer was pulled down. When the pistol was pushed up, it was cold.

"The tiger's mouth pushes away the muzzle, and then..." He looked evasive and had no actual combat experience.

Needless to say, the rookie can't do anything now.

"Rookie, I've had three chances to kill you from just now," the sniper dropped his pistol on the ground with a bang, shattering the deputy's self-esteem as well.

"When we are ziplining, I cut the rope and you die."

"When I slipped down, I was hanging upside down. If you didn't make any move, you would die."

"Your weapon was taken away easily. You didn't even have a chance to react. You still died."

Three, you die.

"I..." At a loss, the observer didn't know why the senior was so harsh.

"This is war, rookie. It is not suitable for a scholar from a military academy." The sniper looked at the deputy coldly.

"That's because I trust my senior..." the deputy argued.

In fact, it was indeed the case. As a top student, his performance would not be so miserable. He just subconsciously regarded the sniper as one of his own.

"Trust, what's the reason?" The sniper looked closely.

"Senior is..."

The sniper interrupted him, "Why can't I be an undercover agent for the human resistance?! Or why can't you be an undercover agent?!" The deputy was speechless.

The human resistance forces are not ordinary people. Their level of difficulty cannot be understood by ordinary terrorists.

They have only one purpose, to betray the human race and completely purify mankind (destroy human civilization). These people are all elites.

"Too weak," the sniper said coldly, "I don't need such an observer~"

Saying some things hurts your self-esteem, but it is better than being held back and losing your life when the time comes.

Set up a gun.

The sniper lay on the ground. The deputy stood aside at a loss and saw the pistol on the ground.

Click, focus, and the sniper aimed his gun at the railway track three thousand meters below the cliff.

On his neck, the sniper felt something cold. It was a pistol.

"Am I qualified now?"

"On the contrary," the sniper continued to adjust the focus, and his field of vision became clearer and clearer. The bright rails glowed with a metallic luster under the starlight. The sniper did not even raise his head.

"Senior, I'm going to shoot," the voice was trembling. People in the Kingdom of the Sun, regardless of whether they are aspirating or not, read "Senior" as "front part".

"Your tone betrays you, this kind of game is unwise~"

"I..." The muzzle of the gun moved forward an inch and penetrated the flesh.

"You can't open it~" the sniper said coldly.

The hand holding the gun was raised, and six bullets fell one after another.

There are no bullets in the pistol? How is this possible? Bullets were clearly placed before departure.

"What?!" Shocked, this is impossible...when was the bullet fired?

"Too weak~" The sniper raised his head and gently pushed the pistol away.

The deputy was in shock, and the weapon easily missed again, and with a "click", the magazine was taken out.

The copper-cased bullets shone slightly under the starlight, cold and deadly. The sniper did not fire the bullets. Those bullets were ammunition for the sniper's own secondary weapon. He deceived his observers.

"Tell me, what qualifications do you have?"

The sniper repeatedly put the deputy's pride to the ground and ravaged him.

"I..."

When it comes to strategy, city government, and experience, there is absolutely no comparison.

"Go to observation point 5!" The sniper drove him away without mercy.

"I'm sorry, senior," he bowed and climbed up the rope.

The sniper lay down and said, "Take the rope away, I don't need it."

"Okay~"

The sniper breathed a sigh of relief, the troublesome person was finally gone.

The purpose of irritating the deputy and making him make continuous mistakes is to drive him away. Because the subsequent scenes cannot be restricted by others. After all, they have to be mosaic. It is too bloody and will not be broadcast.

Take off the earphones and put on a miniature in-ear earphone to cover the system's large earphone.

Let's get started.

Crunch~crunch.

There was a sloshing sound, perhaps the sound of scraping paper. A sniper was listening.

It's a listening device, it's in the pill given to the soldiers.

The sniper had a good calculation and the plan was watertight.

In the headphones.

[Soldier: Writer, what do you think about passwords? 】

[Pause. The sound cannot be heard, it seems to be soft. There is a problem with the monitor.]

[Writer: What is it about?]

[Soldier: Choice of password.]

[Writer: Security and convenience.]

The writer's speaking style is very simple and the semantic density is very high.

[Creak, I don’t know what the sound is, I can’t identify it.]

[Soldier: So it’s unlikely that you’ll roll over the keyboard with your face? 】

[Writer: It can be said that there must be a connection.]

[Pause, very clear pause. The sniper can even hear the evening breeze.]

[Soldier: What kind of password do you think I will set?]

[Pause. The writer is thinking.]

[Writer: Religious, about...God bless...um...Lord~]

[Soldier: You know me very well. (The tone is very hesitant)]

[Writer: Very unexpected, I just made a random guess.]

[Soldier: But yes. You are very smart, writer. (Sighs)]

The soldier was a devout believer and somewhat deceived himself. His mind was overwhelmed by the numerous killings. From the sky to the ground, he was killing people all over the world. Even these people did not have any real crime at all - rebelling against mankind.

The psychological problems of soldiers are very serious.

[Soldier: Do you believe there is a Lord in the world? 】

[Chatting without boundaries.]

[Writer: I don’t believe it because we are Chinese. We only trade with gods and demons but do not convert.]

If a Western believer walks into a temple, he will repent for his non-existent original sin. As for Chinese people, when they walk into a temple, they only seek fame, children, and make great wishes. If they succeed, they will build a golden body for the Buddha and build a temple. This is

Transaction. Where is conversion.

[Police (voice crescendos): Let’s go, let’s go take a look over there. 】

[Soldier: I will guard here.]

[Police: Let’s go.]

[Soldier (voice gets louder, leaning forward): God bless~]

The rest are just fragments of soldiers' prayers. Nothing noteworthy.

The sniper rifle moved slightly, and the writer and the policeman were locked in the round field of view.

With his finger hanging on the tongue of the gun, with just one click, the sniper is confident that he can send a large-caliber bullet into the body of any one of them.

In the camera, two men wearing black trench coats moved slowly.

The writer's steps are very small, and the police have to stop and wait for the writer from time to time.

The policeman's pace is very strange. He swings his left hand and keeps his right hand basically still and close to the middle seam of his trousers. It seems very loose, but in fact he is very alert.

It's natural to raise and tilt your head, and look at a specific location every time you glance.

He is a very experienced policeman.

The place where the right hand is attached is the gun. This walking posture is to maintain the fastest speed to draw the gun. Compared with the rookie observer, he is much more capable.

If you snipe and kill the writer now, the sniper will have no doubt that the police can lock their position in a very short time.

Assassins kill invisible and silently. They are definitely not like Jing Ke.

The three creeds of assassins are to live, to complete, and to remain hidden. A qualified assassin should successfully retreat by beheading, and then shift the target of suspicion to others.

The sniper kept watching as the two drank and threw away the cans.

Unfortunately, the sniper could not hear the exchange between the two.

The writer's eyes are very special, and the sniper is very scared.