"The straight-line distance is 534 meters."
"The wind speed is 2.7 meters per second."
“There is no fog or large dust particles in the air, and visibility is high.”
Such distance and weather are a rare opportunity for sharpshooters.
A black earphone hung on his right ear.
A black stretch tights that blends into the night.
This position has a wide view, but is very hidden and not easy to be discovered.
There was a voice coming from the headphones.
"Are you ready to take action?"
"Not yet." The sharpshooter held the telescope and frowned, "There's an old man with him. I'll take action when he's alone."
It was not because he was afraid of hurting innocent people, but because he wanted to keep the noise to a minimum.
The sound in the headphones continued.
"You really don't need my help? Tell me his information and we'll work together. He will definitely have no way to escape."
"No need." The sharpshooter refused without even thinking, "How can I share the person I found with you?"
One billion US dollars.
As long as he can complete this bounty, he can rest for a few years.
He had found this information with great difficulty, so how could he possibly tell other hunters?
"Tsk, alright." The voice in the headset was indifferent, "But I have to remind you that a while ago, the 97th on the Gun God List failed, which caused quite a stir on Nok."
"Five bullets in a row missed, and the target was an ordinary person. You better be careful."
The sharpshooter sneered: "Mind your own business."
He ranks seventh on the Gun God List.
Can No. 97 compare with him?
What a joke.
The sharpshooter interrupted the communication, removed his earphones and threw them aside.
He readjusted the height and bent down again.
——
Inside the apartment.
Under Ying Zijin's care, Wen Fengmian's health improved a lot.
So he insisted on cooking all the dishes tonight by himself, with Wen Tinglan helping him.
They are not expensive, just some home-cooked dishes, but they are delicious and tasty.
There was a big cake in the middle with candles next to it.
Wen Fengmian took off his apron and wiped his hands: "My house is small, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you three."
He has lived in Qingshui County for more than ten years and this is his first time in Shanghai.
Except for Zhong Manhua who had come to Qingshui County before, Wen Fengmian had never come into contact with anyone from the four major families, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Mr. Wen, what are you talking about?" Mr. Zhong stood up quickly. "It's my honor to be here. You are too polite."
On the side, Mr. Fu stared at the cake with his eyes wide open.
Fu Yunshen raised his eyelids and said with a half-smile: "Grandpa."
"Ah? Ahem!" Mr. Fu coughed and said seriously, "It's not small. I think it's good. Old man Zhong and I used to live in the same room. This is nothing."
The older generation had experienced famine, so they weren’t so precious.
Wen Fengmian was surprised by the attitudes of the two old men, and felt relieved.
Mr. Fu then said to the girl, "Zijin, don't think your grandpa is still a roaring emperor even though he is old. He used to be timid and afraid of the dark."
Ying Zijin supported his chin and raised his eyebrows when he heard the words.
Mr. Zhong was so angry that he said, "Old Fu, stop gossiping in front of my granddaughter. Count for yourself, how many snacks did you steal from me when you were little?"
Ying Zijin: “…”
Fu Yunshen: "..."
Mr. Fu said proudly: "That's because you are too stupid, so you can't catch me."
Mr. Zhong was furious: "Bah!"
He gets angry when this is mentioned.
When they were young, they were also brothers who grew up naked.
He has been to the Fu family, and Mr. Fu has also been to the Zhong family.
As a result, every time Mr. Fu came to the Zhong family, his snacks disappeared.
Later, Mr. Zhong discovered that it was all done by Mr. Fu.
Steal his maltose.
Steal his pea yellow.
He still took away everything in the bag, leaving nothing behind.
Look, is this something a human would do?
Wen Tinglan, who had been silent all this time, finally raised his head, his expression fluctuating slightly.
He had to protect the snacks his sister bought for him.
Since we are all family, this birthday, although not grand, was warm and enjoyable.
Mr. Fu is not feeling well, so he has to go back and rest after dinner.
"Yaoyao, wait for me." Fu Yunshen stood up, "I'll send grandpa back and come back later."
"Hmm?" Ying Zijin was clearing the plates. "We've finished eating the cake. Why did you come back?"
“…”
He was sure that the child was not heartless, he was really like that.
Fu Yunshen smiled helplessly: "You can't just celebrate your birthday like this."
Ying Zijin thought for a moment and said, "I think I am very satisfied."
"Brother is still not satisfied." Fu Yunshen tapped her forehead and said slowly, "There will be a surprise at nine o'clock."
On the other side, Mr. Zhong was pulling Wen Fengmian to express his gratitude.
"Thank you, thank you so much for taking care of Zijin all these years. If you hadn't brought her back, I really wouldn't know..."
He stopped talking here.
Because everyone knows what the outcome will be.
If a one-year-old child is lost, he will starve to death even if he is not picked up by human traffickers outside.
Wen Fengmian pushed the bank card back and coughed: "This is what I should do."
Mr. Zhong felt that the Wen family's education was really good, so he didn't force it anymore: "Mr. Wen, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me. You can just treat those people from the Ying family as rotten cabbages and ignore them."
Wen Fengmian neither nodded nor shook his head. He smiled and went to the kitchen to help Ying Zijin wash the dishes.
Mr. Zhong was still sitting at the table drinking when he suddenly remembered something.
hiss.
He seemed to have seen Wen Fengmian somewhere before, and he felt that he looked familiar.
Where is it...
Mr. Zhong thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he just took another sip of wine.
He turned around and pulled the boy, "Xiao Lan, Old Man Fu is too weak, come with me and play a few games. Don't let me go. Grandpa is not afraid."
Old Master Zhong also liked Wen Tinglan very much, so he asked him to follow Ying Zijin and call him grandpa.
He has a grandson.
He is so happy.
Wen Tinglan raised his head and looked at him dimly: "...No."
"You want it, you want it." Mr. Zhong pushed the black piece over without saying anything, "If you win against grandpa, grandpa will give you a big red envelope."
The last sentence made Wen Tinglan decisively pick up the chess piece: "Deal."
Mr. Zhong, who was still drunk, said: "..."
Is there something wrong?
——
Outside.
The sharpshooter was still staring on the roof of the opposite building, but it had been too long and he was becoming somewhat impatient.
Finally, after waiting for an hour, the man's figure appeared in the sight again.
This time, it was one person.
It was nine o'clock in the evening and there was no one in the community.
Very quiet.
The sharpshooter breathed a sigh of relief and raised his gun again, aiming it at the man's head.
Slide your finger to the trigger, ready to pull.
But just then, he was tapped on the shoulder.
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