Chapter 128: Father and son affectionate

This time the scare felt more serious than the last one stared at by the sniper. You need to know where the sniper is lurking, at least knowing that there is still a little mental preparation, and there is still a lot of confidence that the other party will not open The gun, and now, the five shots just now were too sudden and unexpected, without any warning.
Zhang Yang's head was madly calculating. Just looking at the pitted ground shot by bullets, Zhang Yang was already sure that the five shots just now were shot from the second floor of that building.
Looking at the table below, Zhang Yang has a touch of anxiety, because if the sniper really moved from the gaping shooting position to this place, the remaining time is only nine minutes, and from here to that upstairs, even if there is no How to stop the rampage takes three minutes ...
"Liu Biao, there is no time. You are waiting for me here. Remember to hold my bag when you leave ... be smart ..."
As soon as Zhang Yang's remarks came to an end, he threw the backpack carried in his hands and hurled it out ...
"Hmm ..." Three more shots, fired around the backpack.
Sure enough, as I speculated, this is not a killer, or even a shooter. The marksmanship is bad. If it is a real killer, it is absolutely impossible to fire five consecutive shots at the beginning. Just throwing a backpack, The opponent actually fired three shots. An excellent killer will never waste every bullet. Just like the killer who started to meet in the gap, he also fired two shots.
In his thoughts, Zhang Yang's body followed the sound of the gun shooting on the ground and ran in the alley for a while. The running route showed a serpentine shape. After all, after all, Zhang Yang had no reservations. His body The potential has reached its full potential. And in the back, Liu Biao, who looked like a light smoke, opened his mouth wide and wondered. , why was n’t this first in the school sports meeting ...
"Well ..."
The bullet hit a fierce cracking sound on the concrete floor. Obviously, the quality of this concrete floor is not good or it is aging.
Zhang Yang counted the number of bullets, his body was running at a high speed, and he started five shots. When he threw the bag, there were three shots. Three shots were fired just now, so the opponent has already fired eleven shots.
Is it a domestic type 92 9mm pistol? The gun magazine has two rows of ammunition, with a capacity of 15 rounds. It can be equipped with a laser sight and a muzzle muffler.
The pistol is composed of a gun component, a transmitter component, a magazine component, a grip component, a barrel, a barrel cover, a re-entry spring, a re-entry spring guide rod, and a coupling seat. It is not only lightweight and simple in structure ... … This gun is loved by some killers because of its large capacity.
Zhang Yang slowed down the run.
Sure enough, as Zhang Yang expected!
The other party seemed to think that he had seized the opportunity and was a mad sweep. Unfortunately, the other party ’s marksmanship was too bad, and some bullets actually left his body as far as ten meters away. Zhang Yang believed that if this person did not aim, he would instead It may pose a great threat to him and still have a chance to hit him. However, the other party does not have this idea, and such an intensive shooting is simply trying to kill him.
twelve!
thirteen!
fourteen!
fifteen!
At the first shot, the sound of the gun seemed to pause for a while. Zhang Yang immediately affirmed that this was a 92-type 9mm pistol. However, this made Zhang Yang very confused. Since the other party was able to pause for a while, this person There is also a lot of knowledge about firearms. If it is really a person who is in contact with a gun for the first time, it is impossible to remember that there are several bullets in the magazine in this fierce shooting situation.
Why, Zhang Yang is puzzled and seems a bit unreasonable?
However, doubts return to doubts, at this time Zhang Yang has reached the bell tower. His body fluttered and flashed like the clock tower. As long as the other party was really unfamiliar with the gun, he was sure to rush to the old clock tower before the other party replaced the magazine ...
Of course, all calculations have errors, but Zhang Yang has no choice now. Liu Biao cannot come over without this bell tower. Moreover, the killer with the sniper rifle must have been on his way. Really dangerous characters.
The door of the bell tower has been severely damaged, no paint can be seen on the wooden board, only the veneer peeling and cracking is seen. The bell tower is actually an empty hole on three sides, that is, a shelf, and a door on one side, which may be to prevent the clock Stolen, Zhang Yang didn't hesitate at this time, and he couldn't tolerate hesitation at this time, kicking like a small wooden door suddenly.
"Peng!" With a loud noise, the wooden door was smashed open.
Zhang Yang's body rushed in by the customary surname, and the blade in his hand radiated a heart-shimmering light under the light of the moonlight. Zhang Yang's body was full of murderous murderous spirit, either for the enemy or me!
suddenly!
Zhang Yang, who was already rushing, was stunned. He saw an trembling old man. The old man was holding a Type 92 pistol in his hand, and his hand was trembling desperately, while he was holding a magazine in the other hand. Desperately put the pistol inside, but unfortunately, his shaking hand could not be inserted anyway.
Is this the gunman?
Zhang Yang had a slight illusion, and at this time the old man desperately plugging the magazine seemed desperate, stopped the magazine, and stared at Zhang Yang tightly.
Looking at the shaking hand of the old man, Zhang Yang understood why the bullets could not hit him. This should not be a pair of guns.
Suddenly, just before Zhang Yang was waiting to ask a question, an extreme danger spread in the space. This dangerous atmosphere was so close. It was almost the slump that was felt. Zhang Yang's body suddenly darted to the old man, acting like a blast of lightning. The sharp machete flickered around the old man's neck.
"Let him go!"
A stern young man was holding a sniper rifle in his hand. The heavy sniper rifle seemed to have no weight in that hand, as stable as Tarzan, without moving at all, and the muzzle was pointed at the old man. At this time, Zhang's entire body was bent at Behind the old man, only one eye was exposed.
Obviously, the opponent is the paranoid killer!
This is definitely an excellent killer. Calm, stable, and meticulous in calculation. Zhang Yang does not understand. Why would such a good killer choose such a bad old man as a partner?
Of course, Zhang didn't have time to think about this at this time.
"You put the gun down and I let him go!" Zhang Yang stared tightly at this young man with a cold and expressionless face. He didn't dare to carelessly, and even he didn't dare to blink his eyes. He wanted Observing his murderous power from the eyes of young people, the eyes are the window of the human mind, whether evil or pure, will leak out from that window. The only difference between man and man is that deep-minded people are hard to detect. However, there are still clues.
The young man shook his head, his face resolute, and the sniper rifle in his hand still pointed firmly in the open direction.
"Otherwise, you step back?"
"No!" Said the young man firmly.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang found that now, like in the alley, it was a dead end. He did not dare to kill the old man, and the young man did not dare to shoot, and he did not give up to each other.
"Kuanger, leave, leave me alone, they are terrible, go quickly ..." The old man's voice was a little hoarse and trembling, the open blade pressing on his neck had pierced the skin and shed blood.
The young man stared at the old man and shook his head expressionlessly.
"Kuanger, he is also a killer, he is the real killer, you are not his opponent, you go quickly, I am a life, and tired, go quickly ..." The anxiety and expression of the old man.
"No matter how powerful he is, I will not abandon you, you are my partner!" The young man's eyes brightened when he heard the old man's words, but he shook his head in the end.
"Kuanger ... I know ... I dragged you down, I killed you, I didn't listen to you ... If I only shot one shot, they didn't dare to rush up, you go, I'm old, I can't do it anymore, I'm not a killer anymore ... I'll take a step ... "The old man and the old man were tearing up, and the heart standing tight behind the old man, he felt the old man's death.
"No!" The young man snapped. "In this world, there is no reason for a son to abandon his father for escape!"
"Father ..." The old man was about to wipe his neck with Zhang Yang's sharp machete. When he heard the young man's words, he suddenly stopped, and his pair of muddy eyes stared at the young man opposite.
"Yes, you will always be my father, not my master, nor my partner!" The young man was obviously not good at speaking words, but he felt a certain power.
"Kuanger, I can hear you, I'm enough, you go, after you leave, don't be a killer, find a wife to have a child, you are not suitable to be a killer ..." The old man's expression of relief .
(To be continued)