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Conan didn¡¯t know that two snipers were engaged in a sniper fight in front of him.
He was facing the sniper on the bridge 100 meters away, and the telephoto mode of his glasses was turned to the extreme. The sniper was hidden in the shadow of the car. With the backlight, he couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see the cold-glow sniper rifle he was holding.
The laser sight on the sniper rifle moved slowly, from his right shoulder to the center of his eyebrows.
What does it feel like to be targeted by a sniper rifle?
If possible this time, Conan can write a 100-word speech.
The locked-in fatal sense of crisis made his adrenaline surge, his hands and feet were cold, and his back was almost wet with cold sweat.
His muscles were tense, ready to dodge, but just when he saw the opportunity was wrong and was about to jump into the sea, the feeling of being locked suddenly moved away.
The laser aimed at the center of his eyebrows seemed to be just a slight movement when the other party adjusted the muzzle of the gun.
"boom¡ª¡ª"
Conan didn¡¯t hear the gunshot, but there seemed to be a sound effect in his mind.
A bullet passed by him like a stream of light, drawing a straight horizontal line in the air. It penetrated the train glass with an indomitable attitude and hit Mr. Murphy, who had just seen Conan's warning and looked horrified. .
In an instant, blood exploded in the box, dyeing Conan's vision red.
Conan stood there blankly, his eyes dull, as if he had lost his soul.
Mr. Murphyis dead?
A feeling of powerlessness swept through his body, and he felt as if everything he did was in vain.
He obviously risked his life to warn the other party, but the other party only received the warning when the bullet was fired. His warning had no effect at all. Instead, it angered a certain sniper, with a playful tone. dark humor.
"Conan, are you okay?" Sera Masumi hurried over on a motorcycle.
Conan shook his head, suppressed his emotions, and turned his attention back to the bridge where the sniper was.
He has tried his best, but nothing can change the outcome, and there is nothing he can do.
On the bridge opposite, the black car originally parked beside the bridge has disappeared. The sniper probably suffered his first loss. He immediately retreated after hitting the target without stopping at all.
His eyes scanned the surrounding buildings again, trying to find the person who blew up his football.
But the surrounding buildings were empty, and the sniper was nowhere to be found.
"Conan, what are you looking at?"
Seeing that Conan kept looking at the buildings on both sides, Sera put his hands above his eyes and followed his line of sight, trying to find something.
"Just now, two snipers appeared." Conan said solemnly.
"Two?" Shiliang was surprised.
Hang Te is dead, isn¡¯t there only one left? Why is there another one?
"Well. The sniper fired a shot and blew up my football. I don't know from which angle the bullet came, but what is certain is that the sniper's position was very high."
There are many high-rise buildings on both sides of the coast. He did not determine the sniper's location immediately. The sniper had enough time to leave. Now he is looking for it just in case.
"What is the purpose of that sniper that suddenly appeared? Does he want to kill Murphy? Or is he coming for that sniper? Or is he coming for you?" Masumi Sera frowned, this sudden appearance The sniper suddenly made things more complicated.
Conan shook his head, "I don't know."
There are too many possibilities for the sudden appearance of the sniper. It may be someone from the FBI who wants to kill the sniper who killed Hangte.
It¡¯s also possible that the former captain of the SEAL team paid for him, using Murphy as bait, hoping to kill the sniper.
Both of these possibilities are possible. In addition to these two, there are many other possibilities.
For example, there is the possibility that a sniper hiding in Tokyo hears that a former US Navy SEAL sniper is seeking revenge and wants to compete with him
As long as you can relax your imagination, there are simply too many possibilities.
¡°Call the police first and ask the police to send someone to inspect the rooftop of the nearby building to see if they can find anything.¡± Masumi Sera took out her mobile phone and called the police without saying a word.
¡°Suddenly there is a sniper. The police must know about this.
After quickly explaining the matter to Officer Megure on the other end of the phone, Sera got on his horse.He picked up the car and threw a helmet to Conan, "Come up, let's go to the bridge to see if the sniper left any dice."
"Yeah." Conan jumped on the motorcycle with his skateboard in his arms, but he was a little distracted.
¡°I don¡¯t know why, but he had an intuition that the sniper on the rooftop was coming for him.
But he couldn¡¯t explain why he only broke his football instead of shooting him directly.
Was it because the football blocked his figure that he chose to break the football first?
But after the barrier was broken, the other party did not fire a second shot at himOn the contrary, the sniper on the bridge over there had the idea of ????shooting him.
If it weren¡¯t for the fact that Murphy¡¯s bullet happened to reach the target position, Conan could be sure that the opponent¡¯s bullet must have hit his head first!
Thinking about it, Conan's eyes became confused.
He felt as if his original self had suddenly gone crazy. He knew that the other party was going to shoot him, but he still frantically tried to die regardless, as if he was sure that he would not die.
This is very wrong. Although he may be a little impulsive sometimes, he will definitely be prepared. He will never ignore it completely, knowing the danger, and actively seek death.
This is so abnormal, so abnormal that it makes him feel like he is not himself.
Unconsciously, Conan's back was soaked with cold sweat, and the cold wind coming in his face made him feel like he was about to freeze.
Just as he was thinking carefully about why he did such a stupid behavior, something fluctuated, and he felt that something had been forgotten all of a sudden.
"Hey, what was I thinking about just now?" The confusion in Conan's eyes suddenly disappeared, and he slammed his head, "Oh, by the way, I was wondering what the number of the dice will be this time. "
The opponent has already rolled three dice, the dice has six numbers, and there are three numbers left.
If it is a countdown, the next dice will be one. If the opponent's dice number does not mean a countdown, then the number may be five or six
Thinking about it, Conan continued to think about the different meanings represented by different dice numbers.
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Shun Kamikawa was carrying a guitar case on his back, standing on the roadside waiting for the traffic light with an ordinary passerby¡¯s face.
He put his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless, and the long headphone cord extended from his ears to his sweater pocket.
A group of people, one large and one small, passed by him on motorcycles. He glanced at them indifferently and stepped towards the zebra crossing that turned into a green light. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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