Before Shi Qinghai pulled the trigger, or even after he pulled the trigger, no one in the parliament hall believed that this handsome officer wearing a dark green military trench coat, talking about those boring crimes, and the right to arrest citizens that no one understands do something.
In people's eyes, Shi Qinghai is a lunatic, this whole thing is a ridiculous joke, without any real meaning.
Just like the mistakes made by Ximen Jin, based on the absolute trust in the charter brilliance and the electronic monitoring network scanning system, no one thought that Shi Qinghai could bring firearms into Parliament Hill, let alone in his handsome dark green military trench coat. , and many, many guns.
For this reason, no one took his request very seriously, except for a certain beautiful woman with little red flowers in her jet-black hair. People looked at him indifferently and mockingly, and even the TV cameraman, who was supposed to cut him off according to the live broadcast accident, seemed too lazy to care about it.
The guards at the Congress were humiliatingly thinking about how a lunatic veteran had slipped into the venue, and the Secret Service agents stationed everywhere were ready to protect Mr. Vice President and several members from leaving, ignoring the idiots on the stage according to the charter. Shi Qinghai, they may be laughing at the guards who are despised, or they may be busy holding down the white earphones and talking in a low voice, acting like a cold agent.
Until Shi Qinghai pulled the trigger, the high-speed bullets bloomed like fireworks before the barrel, and then penetrated the body of the congressman, passing through countless poignant and tragic blood holes, quickly taking away blood and life.
Then almost in an instant, no one knew how he did it. The Falcon long-range precision pistol in the military trench coat appeared in his left hand, and he pulled the trigger on Mr. Vice President who was walking outside the Parliament Hill.
There was a muffled sound, and the military sleeves of the powerful recoil shook violently.
On the other side of the crowd, who had just reacted and started screaming, crying, and panicking, Vice President Byron, who was speeding up to leave, fell heavily to the ground as if he was hit hard.
The Secret Service agent, who is known for his professionalism, did not block the deadly bullet from the rear because of the panic for a while!
A moment later, the fat Vice President Byron climbed up with great difficulty. The hard ceramic body armor successfully saved his life, but there was no way to save the broken ribs.
In the midst of screaming and crying, Secret Service agents with red eyes protected him in the middle, and quickly retreated to the gate of Parliament Hill, leaving no firing line for Shi Qinghai.
The Army General Hospital, the cramped nurse's rest room, is still the single bed, decorated with pink, centrifugal pumps and dialyzers that have not been returned in time, piled up in a mess beside the bed, at least to prove that the person is real, It really happened.
The beautiful little nurse pursed her lips sadly, her blocked nasal cavity was twitching, and the lovely freckles beside the bridge of her nose were dull and dull.
At this moment, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded on the TV light screen. She looked up in surprise, and saw that the news channel was broadcasting the live broadcast of the award ceremony of the front-line soldiers, and suddenly there was a man wearing a dark green military trench coat. .
What are you talking about? How could a federal vice president be a criminal? Your right to arrest citizens is so funny, as funny as the cold joke you told in this small room, come down quickly, don't make fun on the stage, that's a serious place, since you're not a special operations officer of the First Military Region, What are you going to do in that place? Come down, come down, Lao Gong, you must not cause trouble.
Huang Li stared blankly at the TV screen, clenching her fists in disbelief, and then she saw the man pulling the trigger very manly, and then she heard the screams of countless men and women on the TV in fear.
She screamed sadly, tears streamed down her cheeks, pushed the door hard and ran out of the hospital, it was still a while from here to Parliament Hill.
The pink nurse hat that looked like a boat was blown off by the wind and landed on the ground, still like a boat, and a little like petals.
Xilin Sunset State, Xu Le sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression, his head was extremely low, lowered into his knees, staring at the selfie photo on the phone that looked like an extremely brutalist oil painting, let out a weird groan, and asked aloud : "You should know where he is now, right?"
This sentence was asked by the Federal Central Computer. Xu Le felt inconceivable that Shi Qinghai had not been found for such a long time, and was inevitably a little annoyed and angry.
"Target is on Parliament Hill... in the famous luxury toilet, moving outward at this time."
Knowing the mobile phone number, with the help of the chip in the mobile phone, the Charter Computer marked Shi Qinghai's latest location in the shortest possible time.
Xu Le tried to dial back, and as expected, Shi Qinghai chose one-way data connection, and there was no way to get in.
After thinking for a moment, Xu Le frowned tightly, called the team members in the Capital Region, and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Shi is in Parliament Hill, please help me to watch, what happened, if No problem, tie him to me and don't let him move."
A few minutes later, reminded by the old thing, Xu Le turned on the TV, and then saw the award ceremony in the live broadcast, that beautiful man's interesting and powerful statement of the right to arrest a citizen.
He lowered his head, rubbed his face helplessly, called Gu Xifeng again, and said in a deep voice, "Confirm that he is on Parliament Hill, there should be a battle later, you all pay attention to safety... Try not to come forward and lie in ambush. Outside, see if there is a chance to pick him up and leave."
The live broadcast of the Federal News Channel came to an abrupt end, and it turned into darkness in front of Xu Le's eyes. In the last scene before, Shi Qinghai was dashing in the Parliament Hill with two dashes, and a member was covered in blood and fell to the ground. .
Xu Le squinted his eyes, and said without any emotion: "Give me the camera."
After a moment of silence, the Charter computer fed the internal surveillance video of Parliament Hill into his brain.
Xu Le squinted at the sunshine of Xilin Sunset State, but he was actually looking at the Parliament Hill, which is hundreds of millions of astronomical units, and the bloody battle fought by the beautiful man in the dark green military trench coat.
Pressing his lips tightly and taking a deep breath, Xu Le clenched the heavy pistol with both hands and slowly aimed at his chin.
The icy barrel of the gun sank deep into the skin. As long as he moved his index finger slightly and gently pulled the trigger, the deadly bullet would penetrate his head and fly out with the celestial cap and the flesh and blood.
There was panic, smoke and dust all over the floor, precious wood smashed by bullets flying around, Shi Qinghai with a calm face kept shooting, and from time to time someone fell in the pool of blood in front of him, no matter whether that person was a distinguished member of parliament or someone else.
The officers of the Seventh Iron Division who received the award were the first to react, but there were no weapons by their side, so most of the officers ran to the outside of the Parliament Hill, while the remaining two officers rushed over and tried to use their own The flesh and blood of Shi Qinghai blocked Shi Qinghai's slaughter of high-ranking parliamentarians.
Shi Qinghai stretched out his arms and calmly suppressed the guards who rushed into the hall with intensive ejection, but gave the two officers a chance to get close.
The dark green military trench coat seemed to be facing a strong wind, the hem suddenly swayed with the whistling sound, his right leg bounced out of the hem like lightning, and kicked the officer's lower abdomen fiercely.
Almost at the same time, his waist and abdomen used the force of the shock, the micro-chunk on his right hand passed through his armpit, and swept past with terrifying gunfire.
In an instant, the leg of the Tie 7th Division officer who was attacked from behind was neatly cut off, and with a muffled howl, he knelt to the ground, and countless blood splattered from the terrifying wound.
The sharp sirens in Parliament Hill were loud, and the guards rushed in. The FBI agents and Secret Service agents who had been stationed on the periphery of Parliament Hill for many years also rushed in, accompanied by the screaming and crying of the crowd as they fled, and the sound of bullets breaking through the air. There was whistling everywhere, hard ash splashed from time to time on the walls and seats, and new holes were created.
Faced with this situation, Young Master Shi was very calm, I should even say very calm, as if he didn't care that the shrapnel flying under his earlobe was slightly off, and he would shoot off his cervical vertebrae, and he didn't care how many. The elite police officers stopped in front of him.
He indifferently raised his gun to aim and shoot, he calmly, quickly and accurately changed the ammunition, he squatted with his left knee to avoid, rolled with the heel of his hard boots as the axis, and shot during the roll, showing all the military skills learned in the First Military Academy and Qinglong Mountain Absolutely perfect, no mistakes were made.
Plus the guns and ammunition in the dark green trench coat that seem to never run out.
From time to time, the federal guards and agents groaned and splattered blood. Gradually, the bullets became sparse, and he was ruthlessly suppressed by himself.
When Shi Qinghai rushed to the huge stone pillar at the main entrance of Parliament Hill, Vice President Byron was already under the protection of Secret Service agents and was about to get into the special bulletproof car.
Police lights flickered, sirens blared, dozens of police cars had gathered on Charter Square below Parliament Hill, and a dozen black SUVs from the FBI were approaching at high speed.
The stone steps of Parliament Hill are too long, and common standard firearms cannot complete accurate shooting, at least the firearms in Shi Qinghai's bloody dark green military trench coat cannot do this.
Shi Qinghai held guns in both hands, squinting at the specially-made bulletproof car under the stone steps, and the fat federal vice president beside the car.
At this moment, Vice President Byron seemed to sense something and glanced back at the door of the parliament with a calm expression and a calm demeanor.
Shi Qinghai let go of both hands, and the two bullets that had no bullets landed on the ground, and then rolled down the high and long stone steps towards the bottom of the Parliament Hill, as if they were helpless to hit a stone of nothingness.
He stretched out his right hand to adjust his glasses, raised his thumb, straightened his index finger, and made a gunshot gesture like a child. He pointed his fingertips at Vice President Byron at the bottom of the stone steps, and said softly at the same time. A snap.
Vice President Byron shook his head, smiled sarcastically, and prepared to get in the car.
At this moment, the hustle and bustle of Charter Square suddenly became eerily quiet, probably because there was a very strange buzzing sound in the air, and there was a loud bang that suddenly appeared in the air in front of Parliament Hill.
Pong!
The mocking smile on Vice President Byron's face was still there, but his lower body was smashed into a miserable blood flower by the terrifying warheads flying from the sky!
On the stone steps, Shi Qinghai retracted his index finger and pursed his lips lightly.