Chapter 3
End Of Heavens Chapter 3
2019-04-15
Chapter 3 I subconsciously aim at the little black spot on the urinal when peeingWhy can I tell at a glance that I am an assassin now, but It is not a special police officer who executes a mission. The reason is very simple. In this era of face-seeing, appearance shows everything.
The four decorators are all fierce and full of flesh, and they look like they are trying again, and they almost have the word 'bad guy' written on their faces.
In the TV series, the bastards who can't live for two minutes look like they are.
This is not good news for Luo Su. He is now in a companionship with the four. If they don't survive two minutes, Luo Su is in a very dangerous situation.
"System, where is this? What is my specific identity? What is mission?"
Luo Su said silently in his heart, but System seemed to be disconnected. Not a single squeak.
System didn't answer, Luo Su had no choice but to choose to act on a whim. In fact, he was already mentally prepared for this. During the first two Mission Worlds, at first, System didn't tell where Mission World was.
The only difference is that the first two Mission World obvious at a glance, he can guess where he is without the System prompt.
And now...
Luo Su looked at the middle-aged man with a red cross on the photo. The facial features were clearly outlined, with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, wide forehead, slicked-back hair, typical European and American faces.
A black and white photo can't provide too many clues, except to analyze the target man's temperament, nothing else.
Luo Su looked towards the sight. In the office on the lower floor of the building opposite, the target man's 'slicked-back hair ' was in sight. Three layers up and down, there were only people in this office, so it was easy to spot he.
slicked-back hair The vigilance is very high, perhaps out of habit, or perhaps he has noticed something. He hides his body on the side of the office cabinet, making it very difficult to snipe.
Luo Su shook the head of the gun slightly, and an Indian woman appeared in the scope. The red mole on her forehead was so conspicuous that Luo Su couldn't help but point the crosshair there. .
Like the national emblem on the Japanese Army helmet during the Resistance War period, the perfect sniper bullseye, anyone who sees it will take a subconscious glance. It's like a male compatriot when he sees a small stain in the middle of a white porcelain, he can't help but shake it.
According to the census of the United Nations Bureau of Statistics, 250% of men have done this, even if some of them are forked and use shotguns!
bang!
A gunshot rang out, and the woman in the scope was instantly shot and killed. The bullet pierced through her forehead, and her head exploded like a blown balloon... it was all over the screen.
"Cool!"
"Nice job!"
"Boss, in the middle of the heart, you're so accurate."
Luo Su gasped lightly, put down the sniper rifle in his hand, his stomach turned upside down, listening to the cruel conversation of the four, his face was even more chilled. He was even more convinced that his current identity was definitely not a good bird, because the woman who was headshot was not the target, and the reason she was sniped was to expose the slicked-back hair hidden behind the office cabinet.
"The target appears, kill him!"
slicked-back hair, as planned, pushed open the door of the office and ran out of the hallway. At this moment, he seemed to be on the hook, four guns fired one after another, but not a single bullet hit him.
Luo Su thinks this is normal. The sharpshooters in the movie are all deceptive. Although the cost of training a good sniper is not as good as that of a pilot, it is not far behind. And the four people around him are not good snipers anyway, snipping a moving target is better than spray and pray, try one's luck.
"Shit, he escaped."
"That guy ran so fast, I saw a shadow and disappeared in a flash."
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"Hey, Luo Su, why didn't you shoot?" Amidst the complaints, the squad's boss, Sideburns, questioned, he just shot the woman's head.
Sideburns wears a Level 3 helmet from Chicken Eaters, a type of helmet that looks like a welder's helmet, but is actually a titanium alloy helmet for special forces.
Luo Su didn't answer, he couldn't find a reason to shoot, he didn't even know the identity of slicked-back hair. Besides, even if he shoots, in the situation just now, it is impossible to hit.
Sideburns' question provided Luo Su with a useful piece of information. In this world, he continued to use his real name, whether or not he replaced someone with the same name, at least he was not a black householder.
"Luo Su, I'm asking you, answering my question, why didn't you shoot?" Sideburns asked again, in a disgruntled tone this time.
Luo Su motionless, maintaining his previous movements, looked at the scope and suddenly said, "Wait, he's back!!"
"Who!?"
"Our target, he ran from the corridor, very fast...really fast." Luo Su stunned and lifted the head, looking towards the building opposite.
You managed to escape from Ascension, but then voluntarily returned, too long to die?
Sideburns turns subconsciously on hearing this, and the other three are like him, and they see a scene they will never forget. The slicked-back hair ran all the way from the corridor, rushed straight into the office, and then smashed the tempered glass, and flew in the midair as if nitrogen had been opened from the back of the butt.
Luo Su was dumbfounded. The distance between the two buildings was at least 30 meters. He had no wings on his slicked-back hair. If he wanted to speed up with his physical body and mortal flesh, it was basically the same as committing suicide by jumping off the building. , unless he has a Lycan HyperSport.
The next second, Luo Su was slapped in the face, and at the same time Newton, Galileo, Einstein and the others were slapped in the face, their coffin boards were pried open again and again and again Come.
Newton lay back calmly and pulled the coffin board up, saying that he was used to it, and don't bother him with such trivial matters next time.
bang! bang! bang!
The slicked-back hair man was in the air, screaming like a pig, sliding over the impossible distance, and before the momentum stopped, he drew two pistols one after another. A Beretta 92F, an old-fashioned Flintlock with a gun body length of more than 30 cm, Beretta 92F fired two shots in an instant, killing two God-seeing assassins successively.
The flintlock shot was even more exaggerated, Sideburns was hiding behind a concrete pillar, at a safe angle, and he was still dead, killed from the most impossible side angle. Luo Su was next to him, swearing by Sideburns' brains all over the floor, the projectile took a turn.
The Level 3 helmet didn't bring good luck to Sideburns. If it was the Beretta 92F's 9MM bullet, maybe he could get one, but that old-fashioned Flintlock, the projectiles fired are formidable power It's huge, and the helmet is directly worn in the opposite direction.
The slicked-back hair fell into the second layer downstairs, and the pig-like cry stopped abruptly. He only fired three shots and exploded three heads, still in the midair moving at high speed, This Spear Art also has no one.
On the top floor there is only Luo Su who is slackjawed, and the last assassin who is also slackjawed. This person wears goggles, so call him goggles.
"A bullet that can bend...this world..." Luo Su probably guessed the world he was in. After came back to his senses, he broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly squatted down with his sniper rifle, leaning on his back. Cement fence on the top floor.
When the slicked-back hair shot, everyone was in a daze the whole time, so that the trigger didn't even pull, and neither did Luo Su. In other words, he had passed by Death God earlier and survived with a two-fifth probability.
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In order to prove that I am a slapper, I will update a section of 'Pushover' every day in the future Diary ', also known as 'The Street Writer's Self Encouragement Chicken Soup'!
[Falling Street Diary]
You only have tens of thousands of words now, and it is normal that no one reads it. When the number of words is more, you will find that no one reads it.
(end of this chapter)