Chapter 82

"Straight line distance 534 meters."

"The wind speed is 2.7 meters per second."

"No fog, no dust, large particles in the air, high visibility."

Such distance and weather, for the sharpshooter, is a rare opportunity.

There is a black earphone hanging on his right ear.

A black elastic tights, and night into one.

This location has a wide perspective, but it's hidden and hard to find.

There's sound coming from the headphones.

"Ready to do it?"

"Not yet." Sharpshooter holding a telescope, frown, "he also followed an old man, when he is alone, I will act."

It's not because he's afraid of hurting the innocent, but because he wants to minimize the noise.

The sound in the headphones continues.

"You really don't need my help? You tell me his information. I'll act together. He'll never escape. "

"No need." The sharpshooter refused without thinking, "how can I share with you the people I find?"

A billion dollars.

As long as he can complete the reward, he can rest for a few years.

The information is hard for him to find. How can he tell other hunters?

"Tut, OK." The voice in the earphone is very indifferent, "but I can remind you that just a while ago, the 94th in the gun god list failed, causing a lot of splash on NOK."

"I didn't hit five bullets in a row. I'm still dealing with an ordinary man. You have to be careful."

Sharpshooter sneer: "mind yourself."

He is seventh in the list of musketeers.

Can you compete with him in the 94th place?

You're kidding.

The sharpshooter interrupted the subpoena, took off his headphones and threw them aside.

He readjusted his height and bent down again.

**

in the apartment.

Under the regulation of Ying Zijin, wenfengmian's body is much better.

So tonight's dishes are all made by him alone, and Wen Tinglan is at the beginning.

It's not expensive. It's all home dishes, but it's full of color, fragrance and flavor.

There is a big cake in the middle and a candle beside it.

Wen Fengmian took off her apron and wiped her hands: "my family is small. I'll make you laugh."

He lived in Qingshui County for more than ten years, and he came to Shanghai for the first time.

In addition to Zhong Manhua, who came to Qingshui county at the beginning, Wen Fengmian didn't contact the four big families, so he had some worries.

"What do you mean, Mr. Wen?" Mr. Zhong got up quickly. "It's my honor to be here. You're very kind."

On one side, Mr. Fu was staring at the cake, his eyes were straight.

Fu Yun deeply lifted to lift eyelid, smile not smile: "grandfather."

"Ah? Cough Master Fu coughed and said seriously, "it's not small. I think it's very good. Old man Zhong and I used to squeeze in the same room. What's this?"

The older generation experienced famine, but not so expensive.

Wen Fengmian was surprised by the attitude of the two old men, but his heart relaxed.

Master Fu said to the girl again: "Zijin, don't think your grandfather is old or a roaring emperor. He used to be timid and afraid of the dark."

Yingzijin chin, smell speech picked pick eyebrow.

Master Zhong was so angry that he said, "don't gossip in front of my granddaughter, old man Fu. How many snacks did you steal from me when you were a child?"

Ying Zijin

Fu Yunshen

Master Fu was elated: "you are too stupid to catch me."

Master Zhong was furious: "I Pooh!"

He was angry at the mention of it.

When they were young, they were brothers who grew up naked.

He's been to the Fu family, and Mr. Fu has also been to the Zhong family.

As a result, every time Mr. Fu came to Zhong's house, his snacks disappeared.

Later, master Zhong found out that everything was done by master Fu.

Steal his maltose.

Steal his peas.

Or a bag of all go, slag do not give him left.

Look, is this human work?

Wen Tinglan, who has been silent, finally raises his head, with a slight fluctuation in his expression.

He has to protect the snacks his sister bought for him.

Because they are all from their own family. Although this birthday is not grand, it is warm and pleasant.

Master Fu is in poor health. After dinner, he has to go back to rest.

"Yaoyao, wait for me." Fu Yunshen got up and said, "I'll send my grandfather back. I'll come back later."

"Well?" Ying Zijin is tidying up the plate, "the cake is all finished, what do you still come back to do?"“……”

He was sure that the children were not ruthless, they were.

Fu Yunshen had no choice but to smile: "birthday can't be just like this. "

Ying Zijin thought for a moment:" I think I'm very satisfied. "

"My brother is not satisfied." Fu Yun deeply knocked her forehead heart, not tight not slow way, "nine o'clock, there is a surprise."

On the other side, Mr. Zhong is pulling Wen Fengmian to thank him.

"Thank you. Thank you so much for taking care of Zijin these years. If you didn't take her back, I really don't know..."

So far, I didn't go on.

Because everyone knows what the result will be.

If a child over one year old is lost, he will starve to death even if he is not picked up by the traffickers outside.

Wen Fengmian pushed the bank card back and coughed: "this is what I should do."

Mr. Zhong thinks that the tutor of the Wen family is really good, and he doesn't insist any more: "if Mr. Wen has any difficulties in the future, you can come to me. Those people in the Ying family, you just think they are rotten cabbages."

Wen Fengmian didn't nod or shake his head. He went to the kitchen to help Ying Zijin wash the dishes.

Mr. Zhong was still drinking at the table when he suddenly remembered something.

Hiss.

He seems to have seen Wen Fengmian somewhere. He always feels a little familiar.

Where is it

Mr. Zhong thought for a long time, but he didn't think of it. He simply took another sip of wine.

He turned his head and pulled the boy: "Xiao Lan, old man Fu, he's too good. You come with me. Don't let me. My grandfather is not afraid."

Zhong old son also likes Wen Tinglan very much, let him follow Ying Zijin to call his grandfather together.

He has an extra grandson.

He's so happy.

Wen Tinglan raised his head and looked at him quietly Don't

"You want it, you want it." The clock old son can't help but say to push the black son past, "you win grandfather a, grandfather gives you a big red envelope."

The last sentence, let Wen Tinglan very decisively hold the chess piece: "deal."

Mr. Zhong, who hasn't woken up yet, said: "I'm not sure."

Is there something wrong?

**

outside.

The sharpshooter is still staring at the opposite roof, but for too long, how much impatience.

Finally, after waiting for an hour, a man appeared in the sight.

This time, it's one person.

It's nine o'clock in the evening, and there are no people in the community.

It's quiet.

The sharpshooter breathed a sigh of relief and raised the muzzle of the gun again, aiming at the man's head.

Slide your finger to the trigger, ready to pull.

But just then, he was patted on the shoulder.