Why can you tell at a glance that you are a killer now, rather than a special police officer performing missions? The reason is very simple. In this era of looking at faces, appearance shows everything.
The four decorators were all fierce and full of flesh, and they looked at them and tried it, just as they just wrote the word "bad guy" on their faces.
In the TV series, what do they look like if they live for only two minutes?
This is not good news for Russell, who is now in a peer relationship with the four. If they can't live for two minutes, Russell's current situation is also very dangerous.
System, where is this?What is my specific identity?What is the mission?
Russell said silently in his heart, but the system was as if it was disconnected, without saying a word.
The system didn't reply, and Russell had no choice but to choose to act according to the opportunity.
In fact, he was mentally prepared for this. At the beginning, the system did not tell the mission world where it was in the first two mission worlds.
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 prompts.
And now...
Russell looked at the middle-aged man with a red cross in the photo. His facial features were obvious, with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, wide forehead, large back head, and a typical European and American face.
A black and white photo cannot provide too many clues. Apart from analyzing the target man with a tycoon temperament, he has nothing else to gain.
Russell looked at the scope. In the office on the slightly lower floor of the building opposite, the target man's "big back head" was in his eyes. There was only one in this office on the upper and lower floors, so he was easily discovered.
The big head has a high sense of vigilance. Perhaps it was out of habit, or perhaps it was because of something that he had noticed. He hid his body on the side of the office cabinet, making it very difficult to snipe.
Russell shook the spear head slightly, and an Indian woman appeared in the scope. The red auspicious mole on her forehead was so conspicuous that Russell couldn't help but aim his correct heart there.
Just like the national emblem on the Japanese helmet during the War of Resistance Against Japan, anyone who saw it would subconsciously aim it.
It’s like when a male compatriot sees a small stain in the middle of the porcelain white when he sees a small porcelain stain, he can’t help but throw it into the sniper.
According to the UN Statistics Census, 250% of men have done this, even if some of them are forked, they use shotguns!
Bang!
With a gunshot, the woman in the scope was shot and died immediately. The bullet penetrated through her forehead and her head exploded like a blown balloon...the screen was full of it.
cool!
Beautiful job!
Boss, you are so accurate.
Russell vented gently, put down the sniper rifle in his hand, and his stomach was overturned. Listening to the cruel conversation between the four people, his face felt even more chills.
He was even more convinced that his current identity was definitely not a good person, because the woman who was shot in the head was not the target, and the reason why she was sniped was to expose her big back hidden behind the office cabinet.
The target appears, kill him!
As planned, Big Back Head pushed open the office door and fled out of the corridor.At this moment, he seemed to have a cheat, and four guns fired one after another, without a single bullet hitting him.
Russell thought it was normal for this. The sharpshooters in the movie were all deceitful. Although the price of cultivating an excellent sniper is not as expensive as a pilot, it is not far from that of a pilot.
The four people around him are not excellent snipers no matter how they look at them. It is better to start shooting and sweep them randomly and try your luck.
He escaped.
That guy ran so fast that I saw a shadow and disappeared in a flash.
Hi Russell, why don't you shoot?Amid the complaining, the boss of the team bearded questioned, and he just broke the woman's head.
The bearded wears a level 3 helmet in chicken eating, one like a welder's helmet, but in fact it is a titanium alloy helmet dedicated to the special forces.
Russell didn't reply, he couldn't find a reason to shoot, and he didn't even know his identity as a big head.Besides, even if he fires a shot, it is impossible to hit the target just now.
The bearded question provided Russell with useful information. In this world, he continued to use his real name, regardless of whether he replaced someone with the same name, at least he was not a black man.
Russell, I'm asking you, answering my question, why not shoot?Beard asked again, and this time he was very dissatisfied.
Russell remained motionless, keeping his previous movements, looking at the scope suddenly said: Wait, he is back!!
who!?
Our target, he ran from the corridor, very fast…really fast.Russell raised his head in shock and looked at the building opposite.
He finally escaped from Ascension, but he took the initiative to return, and he was so angry that he would die if he had been killed?
After hearing this, Beard turned around subconsciously, and the other three were like him, and then they saw a scene that would be unforgettable for life.
Big back head ran wildly from the corridor, rushed straight into the office, and then smashed the tempered glass, and flew up in the air like nitrogen was turned on behind his butt.
Russell was stunned. The distance between the two buildings was at least 30 meters. He had no wings on his back. If he wanted to rush over with his body, it was basically equivalent to jumping off the building and committing suicide, unless he had a Laiken Supercar.
The next second, Russell was slapped in the face, and Newton, Galileo, Einstein and others were slapped in the face, and their coffin boards were pried open again.
Newton lay back calmly and pulled the coffin board, indicating that he had become accustomed to it and should not disturb him about such trivial matters next time.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The big-backed man let out a pig-killing scream in the air, slid over an impossible distance, and pulled out two pistols before stopping the rush.
A Bereta 92F and an old flintlock gun with a length of more than 30 cm. The Bereta 92F instantly fired two shots, killing two killers who look at God.
The projectiles fired from the flintlock rifle were even more exaggerated. The bearded hiding behind the cement column, at a safe angle, but he was still dead and killed from the most unlikely side angle.
Russell was right next to him, swearing with his bearded mind that the projectile had turned a corner.
The third-level helmet did not bring good luck to the beard. If it were the 9MM bullets of Bereta 92F, he might be able to survive, but the old-fashioned flintlock rifle shot out extremely powerful bullets, so he directly punched the helmet.
The big head fell down the second floor, and the sound of a pig-killing scream came to an abrupt end. He fired only three shots and exploded three heads. He was still moving in the air at high speed, and there was no one else in this shooting technique.
There were only Russell, who was stunned and the last killer who was also stunned. The man was wearing goggles and called him goggles.
Bullets that can turn... This world... Russell probably guessed the world he was in. After coming to his senses, he burst into a cold sweat. He hurriedly squatted down with his sniper rifle, leaning against the cement fence on the top floor.
When the big back shot, everyone was dazed all the time, so that the trigger was not pulled, and neither Russell.
In other words, he had passed by Death before and survived with a two-fifth chance.
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In order to prove that I am a floppy man, I will update a "floppy man diary" every day in the future, also known as "floppy man's self-encouraging chicken soup"!
Falling diary
You only have tens of thousands of words now, so it is normal for no one to read it. When the number of words is too high, you will find that no one will read it.
The four decorators were all fierce and full of flesh, and they looked at them and tried it, just as they just wrote the word "bad guy" on their faces.
In the TV series, what do they look like if they live for only two minutes?
This is not good news for Russell, who is now in a peer relationship with the four. If they can't live for two minutes, Russell's current situation is also very dangerous.
System, where is this?What is my specific identity?What is the mission?
Russell said silently in his heart, but the system was as if it was disconnected, without saying a word.
The system didn't reply, and Russell had no choice but to choose to act according to the opportunity.
In fact, he was mentally prepared for this. At the beginning, the system did not tell the mission world where it was in the first two mission worlds.
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 prompts.
And now...
Russell looked at the middle-aged man with a red cross in the photo. His facial features were obvious, with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, wide forehead, large back head, and a typical European and American face.
A black and white photo cannot provide too many clues. Apart from analyzing the target man with a tycoon temperament, he has nothing else to gain.
Russell looked at the scope. In the office on the slightly lower floor of the building opposite, the target man's "big back head" was in his eyes. There was only one in this office on the upper and lower floors, so he was easily discovered.
The big head has a high sense of vigilance. Perhaps it was out of habit, or perhaps it was because of something that he had noticed. He hid his body on the side of the office cabinet, making it very difficult to snipe.
Russell shook the spear head slightly, and an Indian woman appeared in the scope. The red auspicious mole on her forehead was so conspicuous that Russell couldn't help but aim his correct heart there.
Just like the national emblem on the Japanese helmet during the War of Resistance Against Japan, anyone who saw it would subconsciously aim it.
It’s like when a male compatriot sees a small stain in the middle of the porcelain white when he sees a small porcelain stain, he can’t help but throw it into the sniper.
According to the UN Statistics Census, 250% of men have done this, even if some of them are forked, they use shotguns!
Bang!
With a gunshot, the woman in the scope was shot and died immediately. The bullet penetrated through her forehead and her head exploded like a blown balloon...the screen was full of it.
cool!
Beautiful job!
Boss, you are so accurate.
Russell vented gently, put down the sniper rifle in his hand, and his stomach was overturned. Listening to the cruel conversation between the four people, his face felt even more chills.
He was even more convinced that his current identity was definitely not a good person, because the woman who was shot in the head was not the target, and the reason why she was sniped was to expose her big back hidden behind the office cabinet.
The target appears, kill him!
As planned, Big Back Head pushed open the office door and fled out of the corridor.At this moment, he seemed to have a cheat, and four guns fired one after another, without a single bullet hitting him.
Russell thought it was normal for this. The sharpshooters in the movie were all deceitful. Although the price of cultivating an excellent sniper is not as expensive as a pilot, it is not far from that of a pilot.
The four people around him are not excellent snipers no matter how they look at them. It is better to start shooting and sweep them randomly and try your luck.
He escaped.
That guy ran so fast that I saw a shadow and disappeared in a flash.
Hi Russell, why don't you shoot?Amid the complaining, the boss of the team bearded questioned, and he just broke the woman's head.
The bearded wears a level 3 helmet in chicken eating, one like a welder's helmet, but in fact it is a titanium alloy helmet dedicated to the special forces.
Russell didn't reply, he couldn't find a reason to shoot, and he didn't even know his identity as a big head.Besides, even if he fires a shot, it is impossible to hit the target just now.
The bearded question provided Russell with useful information. In this world, he continued to use his real name, regardless of whether he replaced someone with the same name, at least he was not a black man.
Russell, I'm asking you, answering my question, why not shoot?Beard asked again, and this time he was very dissatisfied.
Russell remained motionless, keeping his previous movements, looking at the scope suddenly said: Wait, he is back!!
who!?
Our target, he ran from the corridor, very fast…really fast.Russell raised his head in shock and looked at the building opposite.
He finally escaped from Ascension, but he took the initiative to return, and he was so angry that he would die if he had been killed?
After hearing this, Beard turned around subconsciously, and the other three were like him, and then they saw a scene that would be unforgettable for life.
Big back head ran wildly from the corridor, rushed straight into the office, and then smashed the tempered glass, and flew up in the air like nitrogen was turned on behind his butt.
Russell was stunned. The distance between the two buildings was at least 30 meters. He had no wings on his back. If he wanted to rush over with his body, it was basically equivalent to jumping off the building and committing suicide, unless he had a Laiken Supercar.
The next second, Russell was slapped in the face, and Newton, Galileo, Einstein and others were slapped in the face, and their coffin boards were pried open again.
Newton lay back calmly and pulled the coffin board, indicating that he had become accustomed to it and should not disturb him about such trivial matters next time.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The big-backed man let out a pig-killing scream in the air, slid over an impossible distance, and pulled out two pistols before stopping the rush.
A Bereta 92F and an old flintlock gun with a length of more than 30 cm. The Bereta 92F instantly fired two shots, killing two killers who look at God.
The projectiles fired from the flintlock rifle were even more exaggerated. The bearded hiding behind the cement column, at a safe angle, but he was still dead and killed from the most unlikely side angle.
Russell was right next to him, swearing with his bearded mind that the projectile had turned a corner.
The third-level helmet did not bring good luck to the beard. If it were the 9MM bullets of Bereta 92F, he might be able to survive, but the old-fashioned flintlock rifle shot out extremely powerful bullets, so he directly punched the helmet.
The big head fell down the second floor, and the sound of a pig-killing scream came to an abrupt end. He fired only three shots and exploded three heads. He was still moving in the air at high speed, and there was no one else in this shooting technique.
There were only Russell, who was stunned and the last killer who was also stunned. The man was wearing goggles and called him goggles.
Bullets that can turn... This world... Russell probably guessed the world he was in. After coming to his senses, he burst into a cold sweat. He hurriedly squatted down with his sniper rifle, leaning against the cement fence on the top floor.
When the big back shot, everyone was dazed all the time, so that the trigger was not pulled, and neither Russell.
In other words, he had passed by Death before and survived with a two-fifth chance.
********************
In order to prove that I am a floppy man, I will update a "floppy man diary" every day in the future, also known as "floppy man's self-encouraging chicken soup"!
Falling diary
You only have tens of thousands of words now, so it is normal for no one to read it. When the number of words is too high, you will find that no one will read it.
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