Finally, Jiang Minghao finished smoking the remaining half of the cigarette, squeezed out the cigarette butt in his hand, turned his head and spit on the ground and said: "Bah, it's really hard to smoke. This Zhongnanhai has been with me for five or six years. I haven't smoked for more than a year, how do I feel that the taste has changed? It seems that no matter how deep the relationship is, it still has to be maintained!"
Jiang Minghao looked at Wu Tian on the table and said, "Little soldier, get me a flue-cured tobacco!"
"Ah? Oh!" Wei Debing promised ignorantly, picked up the Chinese cigarettes on the table, took out a cigarette and handed it to Jiang Minghao, but he kept thinking about what Jiang Minghao said just now, and it was Jiang Minghao's Personality, if he really fell out with Wu Tian, he would never smoke the cigarettes left by him again, but why did Wu Tian want to leave, but Jiang Minghao didn't stop him
"Brother Hao, why don't you stop Brother Tian?" Wei Debing asked while lighting Jiang Minghao.
Jiang Minghao put the cigarette in his mouth, took a fierce sip, spit out a ring of smoke, and said, "It's still strong and cool."
Watching the scarlet flames of cigarette butts slowly devouring the tobacco, Jiang Minghao seemed to be watching a beautiful firework. He said softly: "This feeling needs to be maintained, but the maintenance must be maintained to be valuable! Don't let it. He suffers a bit, how do we know that we are really good for him?"
As soon as Jiang Minghao’s words fell, he suddenly felt a palpitation, as if there was a knife on his neck. The cold blade made his heart chill. At this time, Wei Debing seemed to feel something wrong. Looking out the window, he suddenly saw a flash of light and shadow on the opposite building. His first reaction was a sniper, and he rushed to the side Jiang Minghao without hesitation.
"boom······"
The glass next to it seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer. Under the huge impact, the entire glass wall split instantly. The pieces of glass, together with the bullets, flew towards Jiang Minghao and the others, as if they were a group of people who looked at home as if they were dead. Fighter, Wei Debing's body pressed Jiang Minghao tightly, and the bullet flew past his shoulder, but his body escaped the bullet's attack, but failed to dodge the shards of glass.
"Puff puff..."
As if a sharp knife was pierced into the flesh, the tiny glass fragments were like the edges and corners growing from the back of Weide soldiers. Relying on the adsorption force between the flesh and the flesh, they stood densely, and the blood stopped. After a few seconds, it slowly oozes from the gap between the glass and the flesh, as if a group of barbarians siege the city and plunder the ground, and instantly invaded the entire back of Weidebing.
"Little soldier, are you okay?" Jiang Minghao, who was pressed under Wei Debing, immediately asked aloud.
"Brother Hao, it's okay, skin trauma!"
Wei Debing forced a smile, but his forehead was already covered with sweat. He felt like his entire back was burned by fire. Pieces of flesh seemed to be torn apart by wild animals, but Wei Debing still gritted his teeth. , Kicked the table next to him, blocking the sight of the other side.
Only then did the guests and staff of the entire cafe react, horrified roars and headless flies fleeing figures one after another. Weidebing, under the cover of the chaotic figure of the fugitives, slowly crawled off Jiang Minghao. He wanted to fight back, but found that he only had a falcon wing saber on his body, and he didn't even have a bullet shell. It was impossible to fight back at such a distance.
About five minutes after the shooting, the noise of the police siren came from far and near, as if mocking the late arrival of these police officers. Jiang Minghao knew that the snipers would have escaped after such a long time. , Relying on the support of his right hand, he slowly sat up and whispered softly:
"It seems that I guessed it right."
"Huh?" Wei Debing on the side endured the pain in his back and asked doubtfully: "Brother Hao, what did you guess?"
"Nothing!" Jiang Minghao's mouth slanted slightly, revealing an elusive smile. Then, the right hand that had just recovered, gently touched his nose and said: "Little soldier, it seems Wu Tian this Hui Xiaotian will not only not be able to eat mutton, but it is estimated that he will have to provoke a show."
"Ah? What's wrong with Brother Tian? Is there really something wrong with that Xiaodan?"
Wei Debing heard Jiang Minghao say that Wu Tian may be in danger. He seemed to have forgotten the pain in his back and looked at Jiang Minghao anxiously: "Brother Hao, let's tell Brother Tian, otherwise he will suffer."
"No hurry!" Jiang Minghao looked at Wei Debing calmly, then looked at the crowd, and found that no one else was injured. His heart was a little settled, and he pointed to a table leg not far away. Broken bullet trajectory: "Little soldier, pick up the bullet."
"Huh? Oh!"
Weidebing tried a few times with the tablecloth on the ground and found that the sniper on the opposite side had indeed left, and then swaggered out the bullet that was left in the wall. But when he saw the completely deformed warhead, he couldn't help it. He took a long sigh, and his back became cold, looking at the blood-stained bullet marks on his shoulders. If the gun was lowered by one centimeter, it was estimated that at this time, his entire shoulder would be gone.
"Brother Hao, here!" Wei Debing handed the warhead in his hand to Jiang Minghao, but he couldn't help but shivered and said, "The warhead of this sniper bomb has been modified, and my shoulder was almost useless."
Jiang Minghao took the bullet with his right hand and rubbed it gently in his hand. His pupils shrank sharply. He carefully observed the bullet as if he was admiring a perfect artwork. He was pretty sure that the bullet came from It was fired from the newly developed sniper rifle without a cartridge case in the United States, but this modified warhead is no less powerful than a Dum bullet.
Looking at the flattened part of the warhead, a sense of anxiety and crisis suddenly rises in my heart, as if I have just strolled around in front of the god of death. You must know that under such a high-precision sniper rifle, every bullet is It is carefully calculated and carefully designed, and when this bullet is modified, its discharge speed, air resistance, and instability will be greatly affected.
However, under so many uncertain factors, this sniper could still shoot this bullet accurately. If it weren't for Weidebing, it is estimated that his chest would have been punched out of a fist-sized hole. I think this sniper should How powerful it is, this can't help but remind him of the secret weapon of Zhao Ritian in the mouths of Mary and Zhao Changming: the special mercenary team of Guichi.
"Little soldiers, we are in big trouble this time!"
While Jiang Minghao was talking, his eyes never left the warhead. At this moment, several police officers in plain clothes came in outside the door, headed by Captain Zheng who had arrested Wei Debing in the ward before.
"Jiang Minghao?"
Captain Zheng was shocked when he saw Jiang Minghao leaning on the side table with his right hand pinching a bullet. Didn't he mean that he was paralyzed? Why can this right hand move? But what surprised him even more was the warhead in Jiang Minghao's hand, especially the flattened part, as if a needle stuck in his heart, making him extremely uncomfortable.
When I was in the army, I heard some experienced sniper veterans say that if such a modified bullet is hit, it is either dead or disabled. The two people in front of him are the talents that Fu Lao fancy, if they are in Lan What happened to the mountain, he, the policeman, could have done it all, not to mention being transferred to the criminal investigation team.
When he saw a drop of blood around Weidebing, his heart chuckled, but then he thought, if he was really hit by this bullet, he shouldn't just be a little bit of blood. Only then did he put his gripping heart down a little, and went up. The front side anxiously asked about the injury, while asking the police officer behind to call for an ambulance.
"Captain Zheng, no need."
Unexpectedly, Wei Debing directly refused to accept the kindness of Captain Zheng. He heard Jiang Minghao’s words clearly, especially the shot was completely aimed at Jiang Minghao, so at this time, he would never leave Jiang Minghao alone. Staying, let alone take Jiang Minghao to any noisy place, as that will only increase the chance of Jiang Minghao being assassinated.
Just listen to him gently say: "Captain Zheng, my injury is okay, skin trauma, you can find a nurse or doctor or something to help me take out the glass slag and disinfect it."
At this time, Captain Zheng noticed that Wei Debing’s back was full of glass slag, which was pierced like a hedgehog. The back of the camouflage uniform had already been soaked with blood, and the blood followed the shape of the glass slag and hung on it. Above, under the refraction of sunlight, it is like drops of crystal clear agate.
Looking at Wei Debing's indifferent expression, it was as if he was not being pierced on his back, and the surrounding staff and people eating melons felt palpitations. How much patience is needed to endure such violent pain.
But when they noticed Jiang Minghao and Wei Debing's washed white and faded, but flat and neat camouflage uniforms, they secretly clicked like in their hearts and gave their thumbs up. This is the soldier, this They are the soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom, the true God of War, who combines iron and blood, tenacity and strength, and sharpens his teeth.
Suddenly, a loud and magnetic voice broke everyone's contemplation, and saw a female police officer in uniform walked in, with white gloves in her hand and a cowhide envelope, saluting to Captain Zheng:
"Report, Team Zheng, this was just delivered by a child outside the door, saying that it was going to be handed to Jiang Minghao."
Captain Zheng also took out a white glove from his pocket and wrapped it around the envelope he was handed over. The cowhide envelope was not a bargain at first glance. The moment he bought it, it was as soft as a piece of genuine leather. It can be used on this envelope. Proving that this person is worthy and very particular, Captain Zheng watched the envelope vigilantly. At the junction of the envelope, the red paint did not seem to have cooled down completely. His first reaction was to turn around and ask the policewoman:
"Where is that kid? Who gave him this envelope?"
"Outside, I asked. The kid said it was given to him by a man. The man is about 1.8 meters tall. He wears black sportswear and a cloak on his head. No face is visible."
After listening to Captain Zheng, it was as if a child had picked up candy. He handed the envelope to the staff on the side and said: "Go, immediately analyze the fingerprints on it. In addition, call me all the items within one kilometer of this cafe. Monitor the road. Go back and look at it one by one. You must find this man."
"No need." Just after Captain Zheng gave his order, Jiang Minghao was thinking about asking Captain Zheng for help when he was eating. He didn't expect that he would come to the door by himself this time, so he immediately interrupted: "Give me the envelope. Well, this is a mercenary killer with rich experience. He will never show his feet in this kind of pediatrics. You should think about other countermeasures."