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"The straight-line distance is 534 meters."
"The wind speed is 2.7 meters per second."
"There is no fog, no large dust particles in the air, and high visibility."
Such a distance and weather are a rare opportunity for sharpshooters.
A black earphone hangs on his right ear.
A black elastic tights, blending with the night.
This position has a wide perspective, but it is very hidden and not easy to be found.
There is a sound coming from the earphone.
"Are you ready to do it?"
"Not yet." The sharpshooter held the binoculars and frowned, "There is an old man with him, and I will act when he is alone."
It's not because he is afraid of hurting innocent people, but because he wants to keep the movement to a minimum.
The sound in the earphones continued.
"Really don't need my help? You tell me his information, and I will act together. He will never escape."
"No need." The sharpshooter refused without thinking, "How can I share with you the person I found?"
Billions of dollars.
As long as he can complete the reward, he can rest for a few years.
He also found the information with great difficulty, how could he tell other hunters?
"Tsk, okay." The voice in the earphones didn't matter, "But let me remind you that just a while ago, the No. 94 on the Gunslinger list missed, which caused quite a splash on Nok."
"You missed five bullets in a row, and you are dealing with an ordinary person. You have to be careful."
The sharpshooter sneered: "Take care of yourself."
He is ranked seventh on the gun god list.
Can the 94th place compare with him?
Are you kidding me.
The sharpshooter interrupted the communication, removed the headset and threw it aside.
He re-adjusted the height and leaned down again.
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Inside the apartment.
Under Ying Zijin's conditioning, Wen Fengmian's health improved a lot.
So he insisted on cooking all the dishes tonight by himself, and Wen Tinglan was helping.
They are not expensive, they are all home-cooked dishes, but they are delicious in color, fragrance and taste.
There is a big cake in the middle with candles next to it.
Wen Fengmian took off his apron and wiped his hands: "The family is small, the three of you laughed."
He has lived in Qingshui County for more than ten years, and this is the first time he has come to Shanghai.
Except for Zhong Manhua who had been to Qingshui County before, Wen Fengmian had never met anyone from the Four Great Families, so he was still a little worried.
"Mr. Wen, what are you talking about." Mr. Zhong hurriedly got up, "It's my honor to be here, you are too polite."
On the side, Mr. Fu stared at the cake with straight eyes.
Fu Yun raised his eyelids deeply, with a half-smile: "Grandpa."
"Ah? Cough cough!" Mr. Fu coughed, and said seriously, "It's not young, I think it's pretty good. Old man Zhong and I squeezed together in the same room before. What's that?"
?The older generation has experienced famine, but they are not so expensive.
Wen Fengmian was surprised by the attitude of the two old men, and felt relieved.
Mr. Fu said to the girl again: "Zijin, don't think your grandfather is still a roaring emperor when he is old. He used to be timid and afraid of the dark."
Ying Zijin propped his chin, and raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
Mr. Zhong was so angry that he died: "Old man Fu, don't gossip in front of my granddaughter. You can do the math yourself. When you were young, how many snacks did you steal from me?"
Ying Zijin: ""
Fu Yunshen: ""
Mr. Fu triumphantly said, "That's because you are too stupid to catch me."
Mr. Zhong was furious: "I am!"
He gets angry when he mentions this.
When they were young, they were also brothers who grew up naked.
He has been to Fu's house, and Mr. Fu has also been to Zhong's house.
As a result, every time Mr. Fu came to Zhong's house, his snacks disappeared.
Later, Mr. Zhong found out that Mr. Fu did everything.
Steal his maltose.
Steal his pea yellow.
Or take all the bag away, and leave him no scum.
Look, is this something people do?
Wen Tinglan, who had been silent all this time, finally raised his head,His expression fluctuated slightly.
He had to protect the snacks his sister bought for him.
?Because they are all from my own family, although this birthday is not grand, it is very warm and happy.
Mr. Fu is in poor health, so he has to go back to rest after eating.
"Yaoyao, wait for me." Fu Yunshen stood up, "I'll send grandpa back, and I'll be back later."
"Huh?" Ying Zijin was clearing the plates, "The cake is all over, what are you doing here?"
""
He was sure that the kid wasn't heartless, it was just like that.
Fu Yunshen smiled helplessly: "You can't just celebrate your birthday like this."
Ying Zijin thought for a while: "I think I am very satisfied."
"My brother is still not satisfied." Fu Yun tapped her forehead deeply, and said unhurriedly, "Nine o'clock, there is a surprise."
On the other side, Mr. Zhong was pulling Wen Fengmian to thank him.
"Thank you, thank you so much for taking care of Zijin all these years, if you didn't bring her back, I really don't know"
At this point, I didn't go on.
Because everyone knows what the result will be.
A child who is more than one year old is lost, and even if he is not picked up by traffickers outside, he will starve to death.
Wen Fengmian pushed back the bank card, coughing: "This is what I should."
Mr. Zhong felt that the Wen family's tutor was really good, so he didn't force it anymore: "Mr. Wen can find me for any difficulties in the future, and the Ying family, you just treat them as rotten Chinese cabbages and don't see them. "
Wen Fengmian didn't nod or shake his head, just smiled and went to the kitchen to help Ying Zijin wash the dishes.
Mr. Zhong was still sitting at the table drinking, when he suddenly remembered something.
Hiss.
He seems to have seen Wen Fengmian somewhere, and he always feels a little familiar.
where is it¡¡
Mr. Zhong thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he simply took another sip of wine.
He turned his head and pulled the young man: "Xiao Lan, old man Fu is too good, you come and play with me, don't let me, grandpa is not afraid."
Mr. Zhong also liked Wen Tinglan very much, so he asked him to call him grandpa along with Ying Zijin.
He has an extra grandson.
He is so happy.
Wen Tinglan raised his head and looked at him faintly: "don't."
"You want it, you want it." Mr. Zhong couldn't help but push Heizi over, "If you win Grandpa, Grandpa will give you a big red envelope."
The last sentence made Wen Tinglan hold on to the chess piece decisively: "Deal."
Mr. Zhong, who is still drunk: ""
Is there something wrong?
**
Outside.
The sharpshooter was still staring at the opposite building, but it took too long, and he became somewhat impatient.
And finally, after waiting for an hour, the figure of the man appeared again in the sight.
This time, it was a person.
It was nine o'clock in the evening, and there was no one in the community.
very quiet.
The sharpshooter breathed a sigh of relief, raised his gun again, and aimed it at the man's head.
? Slide your finger to the trigger, ready to snap.
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