On the outskirts of Linhai City, an unfinished building with a height of 50 meters stands alone in the courtyard wall of a deserted construction site. The commercial building next to it, which is only across the street, is far more magnificent and lively than it. It has been repaired for a hundred meters and has not yet been capped.
And this unfinished building is exactly the transaction address that Bei Fuling said on the phone, and the time is limited to 10 o'clock in the evening. During the day, there are too many people, and it is not very conducive to running if something happens.
Shen Ming drove the jeep over at 9:58, the rusty metal gate was actually equipped with a remote control device, and the gate like a haunted house was opened and closed automatically by Shen Ming.
Turning off the flames, he stood on the dregs in front of the building. Shen Ming looked around. It was so dark that it really felt like a haunted house. At this time, Xiao Yi's cell phone in his arms rang suddenly, and it still displayed the name of Bei Fu Ling.
"I'm here, come out." While answering the phone, Shen Ming carried the big sack on the co-pilot's back from the car, which was still flopping like a live pig.
"You walk forward 3 meters." Carrying the binding spirit is like controlling a doll by remote control. When Shen Ming followed suit and walked to a fixed position, "Okay, that's right there, don't move."
Just as Shen Ming stood still, a bullet whizzed past his ear and hit the jeep behind him.
"HK417... sniper type." Without the slightest timidity, Shen Ming closed his eyes lightly, just listening to the puffing gunshots from the phone, and the sound of the automatic gun being loaded, he had already identified the enemy's weapon.
After one shot, Bound Spirit fired two more shots, hit the fuel tank of the jeep, and exploded with a bang, causing the jeep to bounce and turn into a ball of fire.
Shen Ming knew that the bullet on the back of Binding Ling was not for his own life, but for correcting the accuracy of the firearm, measuring the trajectory, and by the way, breaking his last thought of escaping.
"You owe me a car." Shen Ming reminded on the phone.
"That kind of broken car will cost you 50,000 yuan, and I will call you after the transaction is completed." The back binding spirit can be described as generous.
"You have to know, it's an antique car that accompanied my grandfather in World War II, and even went to the beaches of Normandy, and drove Eisenhower to prostitutes..."
"The price is 100,000, and then I will send you and your car to reunite with nonsense. Now show me, that woman." Back Binding said eagerly.
"Okay, since you want to see it." Shen Ming put the burlap bag behind his back on the ground, opened it and pulled out the person inside. When he saw that familiar face, Bei Bin Ling was stunned.
"Kudou?! How did you bring him here?!" The voice of the back bound spirit was trembling.
"Speaking of which, you are really troublesome. Don't you do so many things just to save him? Now that I have rescued him for you, is there anything wrong with that?" Shen Ming scorned.
"It's not like that! It's not like that! What I want is for him to walk out of the police station acquitted, not escape! His life will be ruined! The man I've been guarding will be destroyed by you, you bastard! "The bound spirit cursed with all its strength.
"You are really hypocritical, don't you understand? When you start giving money to this son you have never met, his life has been ruined by you. If you really care about him so much, why can't you teach him Is it wrong to kill people? Let me guess, because you make a living by killing people. This is what we say in the old Chinese saying, the beam is not straight and the dick is crooked, right?"
Just as Shen Ming reprimanded the back bound spirit, there was a clear sound of pulling the trigger from the earpiece.
"Bastard! What do you want to do?" Backbinder Ling clearly looked at Shen Ming's position through the infrared imaging night vision scope. His son Kudo was facing his back, completely blocking Shen Ming's view.
"You know? The deal you proposed was unfair from the very beginning. You arrested my assistant, but I arrested your son. If the assistant is dead, just find another one. If the son is dead, can you have another one?" ?” The corners of Shen Ming’s mouth turned up, revealing a ferocious smile.
"Don't! Bastard! Don't touch my son! I will kill you! I will definitely kill you! No matter where you flee, I will find you and kill you!" He said, but the more he threatened, the more he showed his fear.
"There are too many people who want to kill me, and you are the only one who wants to kill me." Crack! Shen Ming pulled the trigger, and gunpowder smoke drifted out from the room between the two.
The bullet was so powerful that it sent the thin Kudo Kaneda Moss flying in front of him, and fell heavily on the slag. The bright red blood on his chest soaked through the prison uniform and spread around.
"Biga crushing the road!!!" Bei Fu Ling started to snipe crazily and continuously at Shen Ming with his eyes red from crying, the bullets chasing his footsteps and splashing dust everywhere.
After Shen Ming finished shooting, he had already jumped to the side of the dregs pile, and the tentative shooting of the binding spirit just now had let him know its location, so he could give priority to responding.
"I'm going to kill you! You're a beast, and you actually kill unarmed people!!" Back binding spirit growled on the phone.
"Hehe, put down the sniper rifle in your hand and come here, I promise I won't kill you." Shen Ming has never seen such a shameless Japanese, wait, it seems that the Japanese don't know what a face is called
"Today, I will definitely kill you, you despicable and shameless thing!" After taking off the camouflage cloth on his body, the furious back binding spirit stood up, his face was painted with black ink, almost crying. The muzzle of the gun that was directly raised high made a puff and a grenade flew out in a beautiful arc.
"Fuck you!" Shen Ming heard the familiar voice on his mobile phone, and he had already rushed forward. The little dirt bag behind him, which he was avoiding just now, was blown into ruins with a bang, and the splashed stones were heavy. Empress Ming's spine was bruised, but she didn't dare to stop in the slightest.
"Come on! Come fuck me! You coward!" Standing on the edge of the 4th floor of the building, after shooting the grenade, the bound spirit raised the muzzle of the gun and fired the sniper round again, making Shen Ming roll. Crawled and hid in the smelly ditch.
There is still 100 meters from Shen Ming's position to the building, and the 05-type small revolver in his hand can't reach that distance even if it is hung up, but Shen Ming can be seen clearly in the infrared night vision sniper scope of the Back Bound Ling HK417. Dust on Ming's face.
In the world of firearms, there are no miracles, all parameters are established reality, and there will never be a story of killing a devil eight hundred miles away with one shot.
"Come out! Get rid of my son's murderer! Come and kill me! Where's your arrogance just now?" Back Binding took off the shell of the grenade launcher hanging under the gun body, replaced it with a new shell, and fired at it again with a bang. The existence of Shen Ming.
With the help of a communicator, Shen Ming can always start faster, but it can only be one or two steps ahead. The air waves from the high-explosive ammunition burn and sting the skin, and the sand and stones splashed are like shotguns. as powerful. After a while, Shen Ming was already ashamed and bruised all over his body.
The baptism of howitzers and sniper rifles in turn seemed to pull Shen Ming back to the battlefield in Afghanistan, but at that time he was holding a heavy sniper rifle in his arms, not a small water pipe revolver like the 05 type.
"Old man, you still have another chance." Leaning against a rusty iron dump truck, Shen Ming said coldly into the microphone.
"You've lost a single chance!" Back binding spirit didn't understand Shen Ming's meaning, raised the muzzle of the gun and fired another grenade habitually.
It was also at the moment when he pulled the trigger that Shen Ming took a step forward from behind the dump truck. This step just shortened the distance between the two to 49.9 meters. Shen Ming's eyes were as sharp as light, and he had already marked the location of the back binding spirit when he was beaten continuously. Even if he was asked to close his eyes at this moment, he could still complete the targeted shooting.
"Boom!" Accompanied by the close-fitting explosion, Shen Ming pulled the trigger, and three bullets hit the chest, shoulder and side face of the back binding spirit in an instant. It's not a problem with a small bullet with an extreme range, and even the pain in the chest is not obvious.
Only the bullet that pierced the back binding spirit's cheek caused damage, cutting a wound on his face like a blade, and blood spurted out.
"Bastard!" The back binding spirit finally tasted the bloody smell of arrogance, lowered its head and dodged and shot. The shooting range was shortened, but the accuracy of the bullet was greatly reduced. Shen Ming almost effortlessly rushed all the way to the bottom of the building.
"From now on, it's my world." Shen Ming hung up the phone, popped out the rotating magazine, dumped the four empty shells on the ground, and replaced them with new bullets.
"Your world? Then only hell is suitable for you!" The back binding spirit sat on the ground, and it took only 5 seconds to remove the sniper barrel of the HK417 and replace it with a 12-inch short assault barrel. The performance is full M4A1 two streets, the grenade launcher was removed and equipped with a tactical grip, and the magazine was frantically replaced with a 100-round drum...
The bullets are steel-core high-power armor-piercing bullets, which are heavy-duty firearms that can sieve old-fashioned tanks! Because the bullets are extremely harmful to the gun body, the service life of the barrel of the originally super durable HK417 is shortened from 20,000 rounds to 500 rounds.
And after shooting these 500 rounds of armor-piercing bullets, not only the barrel, but also the gun body itself will be scrapped.
But it doesn't matter, as long as the bastard Shen Ming can be killed before it is scrapped, it will already be worth the fare!
In the huge unfinished building, only the frame is left in the whole body, but there is no moonlight to project in. Shen Ming does not have night vision equipment, and only uses a flashlight with a mobile phone camera to provide illumination. His steps are so light that even a mouse would be ashamed of himself, and his breathing technique is like air blowing through his chest naturally, but even if he silences his actions to the lowest state, there will still be an attacking existence that is quieter than him .
When he tiptoed to the dark stairway, Shen Ming easily found the individual landmine trap pulled by the black silk thread. It was only a dozen steps from the first floor to the second floor, but there were as many as 30 steps. A series of landmines, even if Shen Ming is a fly flying through here, it will be blown into ashes.
"Looks like I'm going to try gymnastics that I haven't practiced for many years." Shen Ming sighed and twisted her neck.