Chapter 3: Will subconsciously aim at the little black spots on the toilet

The reason why you can tell at a glance that you are a killer, not a special policeman on a mission, is simple. In this age of looking at faces, face value shows everything.
Each of the four decorators was fierce, and his face was full of flesh. After trying the posture again and again, he just wrote the word 'bad guy' on his face.
In the TV series, they can't live for two minutes, what they look like.
This is not good news for Russell. He is now a companionship with the four. If they can not live for two minutes, then Russell is in a dangerous situation.
"System, where is this? What is my specific identity? What are the tasks?"
Russell said silently in his heart, but the system seemed to be offline, without squeaking.
The system didn't talk back, and Russell had no choice but to choose to act on the occasion. In fact, he was mentally prepared for this. In the first two mission worlds, at the beginning, the system did not tell where the mission world was.
The only difference is that the world of the first two missions is clear at a glance, and he can guess where he is without the system prompt.
And now ...
Russell looked at the middle-aged man who was hit with a red cross in the photo, with obvious contours of his features, high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, wide forehead, big back, typical European and American faces.
A black and white photo could not provide too many clues, except that it was able to analyze the target man's temperament, but found nothing.
Russell looked at the scope, and in the office on the opposite floor of the building, the target man ‘big back’ was in sight. There were only people in this office on the upper and lower floors, and it was easy to find him.
Bian Da's back vigilance is very high, either out of habit or perception. He hides his body on the side of the office cabinet, making it difficult to attack.
Russell shook his gun slightly, and an Indian woman appeared in the sight. The red auspicious mole on her forehead was so conspicuous that Russell couldn't help aligning her focus there.
Like the national emblem on the Japanese helmet during the Anti-Japanese War, the perfect sniper bullseye, anyone who looks at it will subconsciously look at it. It's also like when a male compatriot is booing, when he sees a small stain in the middle of porcelain white, he can't help but sniff.
According to the census of the United Nations Statistics Bureau, 250% of men have done this, even if some of them have forked, using shotguns!
Huh!
There was a gunshot, and the woman in the sight was shot dead immediately, the bullet penetrated through the forehead, and her head exploded like a balloon ... the screen was full.
"Cool!"
"Good job!"
"Boss, you are right in the heart, you are too accurate."
Russell gasped gently, put down his sniper rifle, turned the stomach over the stomach, listening to the cruel conversation between the four, and there was a chill on his face. He was more convinced that his current identity was definitely not a good bird, because the headshot woman was not the target, and the reason she was sniped was to expose the big back hidden behind the office cabinet.
"Target appears, kill him!"
As big as planned, Bian opened the office door and fled out of the hallway as planned. At this moment, he seemed to be on the hook, firing four guns one after the other, without a single bullet hitting him.
Russell thinks this is normal. The sharpshooters in the movie are all deceiving. Training an excellent sniper is not as costly as a pilot, but it is not far behind. And the four people around him are not good snipers anymore. It is better to start the continuous shooting chaos and try their luck with sniping moving targets.
"Shit, he escaped."
"That guy runs so fast, I see a shadow, and it's gone in a flash."
"Hi, Russell, why don't you shoot?" In the complaining voice, the leader of the team asked Hu Zhi, who just banged the woman's head.
The beard wears a three-level helmet that eats chickens, a helmet like a welder, but a titanium alloy helmet for special forces.
Russell did not answer, he could not find the reason for the shot, he did not even know the identity of the big back. Besides, even if he shoots, it is impossible to hit in the situation just now.
The questioning of the beard gave Russell a useful piece of information. In this world, he continued to use his real name, whether or not he replaced a person with the same name, at least he was not a black household.
"Russell, I'm asking you, answering my question, why not shoot?" Bearded Hu asked again, this time with a very unhappy tone.
Russell remained motionless, maintaining the previous movement, watching the sight suddenly said: "Wait, he's back !!"
"Who!?"
我们 "Our goal, he runs from the corridor, fast ... really fast." Russell looked up suddenly, looking at the building opposite.
I finally escaped from the sky, but returned voluntarily.
Gu Luo Hu heard the words subconsciously turned around, the other three were like him, and then they saw an unforgettable scene for life. With his big head running all the way from the corridor, he rushed straight into the office, then smashed the toughened glass, and the back of his buttock flew in midair as if he had opened nitrogen.
Russell looked dumbfounded. The distance between the two buildings was 30 meters, and there was no wings on his big back. If he wanted to speed up by physical tyres, he basically jumped off the building and committed suicide, unless he had a Laiken super run.
The next second, Russell was slain, and Newton, Galileo, Einstein and others were also slain. Their coffin boards were pried open again.
Newton lay back calmly, pulled the coffin board, and said that he was accustomed to it, so don't disturb him for such a trivial matter next time.
Huh! Huh! Huh!
The big-headed man in the air issued a pig-screaming scream, slipped over an impossible distance, and pulled out two pistols before the momentum stopped. Www.EbookFREE.me. A Beretta 92F, an old-style flintlock gun with a body length of more than 30 cm. The Beretta 92F fired two shots in a row, killing two killers who looked at God.
The projectile shot by the flintlock was even more exaggerated. The beard hid behind the cement pillar, a safe angle, but he was still dead and was killed from the most unlikely side angle. Russell was beside him, swearing with a crunchy head that the projectile turned.
The third-level helmet did not bring good luck to the beard. If it was a 9MM bullet from the Beretta 92F, he might still have one, but the old-fashioned flintlock shot the shot with great power and hit the helmet directly. Paired.
Da Dao headed down the second floor, and the scream of a pig stopped abruptly. He fired only three shots, exploded three heads, and was still moving at high speed in the air.
只 On the top floor, there was only Russell, who was gazing at the dog, and the last killer who was also gazing at the dog. This man was wearing goggles and called him goggles.
"Bullets that can turn around ... this world ..." Russell probably guessed the world he was in, and when he returned to the world, he was in a cold sweat, squatting down with a sniper rifle, and leaning against the cement fence on the top floor.
When the shot was shot from the back, everyone was in a daze, so that the trigger was not pulled, and Russell was not. In other words, he passed by with death before, and survived by two-fifths of the probability.

证明 In order to prove that I am a fluttering street, I will update a section of "fluttering street diary" every day in the future, also known as "fluttering street writer's chicken soup"!
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