My Best Wife

Fang Zhiqiang heard the whistling sound of bullets right next to his ears, and the violent airflow made his cheek hurt. His mood, which had just been relaxed, became extremely tense again.

It's that master!

After the car window shattered, Fang Zhiqiang realized how dense the bullets were. The whistling sound was more intense than the wind at 180 yards, which was really frightening.

The road ahead was disturbed by the broken window, making it difficult to see clearly. The car was becoming increasingly difficult to control, as if it would fall apart at any time.

Deng Tong fired a few more shots, but to no avail. He sat back in the car and cursed, "These guys' cars are so **** resistant to beatings."

Pointing to the front left direction, he said: "Go there."

There are large woods there and a mountain in the distance.

Fang Zhiqiang turned the steering wheel to the left, and the off-road vehicle rushed out of the main road and sped through the wilderness, raising large amounts of sand and dust.

The dilapidated off-road vehicle drove near the hillside. Deng Tong said: "Stop!" Then he kicked the door open, put the sniper rifle behind him, held the assault rifle in both hands, and asked Fang Zhiqiang to follow him.

Fang Zhiqiang followed him and laid an ambush on the hillside. He saw four vehicles chasing him from a distance. When they were tens of meters away from the off-road vehicle, the four vehicles suddenly stopped, then scattered, and each parked behind the bunker.

The off-road vehicle was deliberately parked in a place with a wide view. If those people got out of the car to investigate or showed up nearby, they would definitely not be able to escape Deng Tong's sniper kill. But none of them came close, and they all hid in safe locations.

"Didn't you say that there is only one master and everyone else is cannon fodder?" Fang Zhiqiang can also see that even if those people are not well-trained, the master also has good commanding abilities.

Deng Tong removed his eyes from behind the scope and said, "Cannon fodder must die worthy."

Fang Zhiqiang asked: "What should we do now? Can you do it alone? I'm afraid I'm just a drag next to you."

Deng Tong pointed to a hill in the distance and said: "There, find a place to hide. If I haven't arrived in an hour, it means I'm dead." Fang Zhiqiang said two words and ran away, his My physical condition was already good and I had been training for a while. Now I didn’t feel tired at all when I ran. I quickly arrived near the hill and found a depression, regardless of what was inside.

There were so many dead trees and weeds piled up, so I just jumped in.

He thought of Deng Tong's usual teachings to him, so he found something nearby, put his clothes in the haystack, and made a bait. During this period, gunshots kept coming from a distance. One gunshot was particularly eye-catching. Every time it appeared, the other gunshots would always decrease. It seems that Deng Tong had found a suitable position and was sniping one by one. Kill the pursuing ones

people.

Fang Zhiqiang took a few breaths and took out the phone Lucy left for him.

After the call was dialed, it was Wang Yaxin's voice: "Husband, how are you? Have you seen Dai Qiu?" Fang Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment. It can be imagined that Wang Yaxin must be guarding this phone day and night, all the time. Waiting for news from him, he pretended to be very relaxed and said: "It's okay, your husband has learned the seventy-two transformations, how could it be possible?"

thing? "

Wang Yaxin said: "Nonsense, I heard gunshots. Are you being hunted? How are you doing?"

Fang Zhiqiang said: "Don't worry, if I have a chance to call you if something happens, give the phone to Lucy."

Lucy's voice soon appeared on the phone: "Hello, uncle, we haven't contacted you for so long. I thought you really didn't need us."

Fang Zhiqiang said: "Please don't bury me. How is the investigation of Tony's situation? Is the person you are talking about reliable? It's not easy for you to show up yourself. Just rely on the little things I have in my hand. Can you impress him?"

Lucy said: "There is no need to doubt the technical aspect. What you need to do is to make him believe it." Fang Zhiqiang said: "To be honest, I don't really believe in that thing myself. It is beyond my knowledge, but in the end The important thing is the intelligence issue. We will definitely be monitored by then. Will he take advantage of this opportunity to take advantage of others?

Trick me hard? "

Lucy said: "That's also the moment to witness your strength."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zhiqiang hid in the haystack and heard the gunshots nearby becoming increasingly rare. He did not dare to relax at all because those gunshots were approaching. There were still twenty minutes left before the time Deng Tong agreed to. The gunfire suddenly stopped. The surroundings were extremely quiet. I could only hear my own heartbeat, the sound of the wind nearby, and the chirping of birds in the distance. The sky was very blue and white clouds were floating slowly. , everything in the world imitates

The Buddha has stopped moving, only his own consciousness is moving.

I don't know how long it took, but there was another gunshot, and then a burst of fierce shooting appeared nearby, and it was very close. Fang Zhiqiang was frightened when he heard this. He heard the shooting direction clearly and felt a little happy. He quietly poked his head out and saw that someone had been deceived by the bait he made. He quietly took out his pistol, clenched it with both hands, and pointed it at the place where the bait was. Location

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The man leaned over cautiously. When he was still a few steps away, his body suddenly stiffened, he slowly raised his hands, and then slowly turned around to look at Fang Zhiqiang.

When he saw his face clearly, Fang Zhiqiang hesitated. The man's face was full of stains, his forehead was full of sweat, and his wide-open eyes were full of fear.

This was the first time he faced the expression of a dying person, so real and clear. He felt as if his eyes could see through, and he could see the trembling deep in the man's soul, and his ears could easily hear the cry from the bottom of his heart: I don't want to die. Facing an enemy like Tony, after experiencing several life and death crises, Fang Zhiqiang had long been mentally prepared: the day when he needed to kill with his own hands would come sooner or later. He had imagined that he might face a very vicious person.

The evil one could also be someone who would repent before dying, or even Tony himself.

He imagined that moment.

But when the moment actually came, he found that he couldn't pull the trigger.

Fang Zhiqiang's brain has lost the ability to think, whether to shoot or not to shoot. There are only these two voices left in his mind.

The man seemed to notice his hesitation, his frightened eyes changed slightly, and his raised hands lowered inadvertently.

The two swallowed at the same time.

The man suddenly grabbed the gun hanging around his neck, and the muzzle of the assault rifle was pointed at Fang Zhiqiang at an unimaginable speed.

Fang Zhiqiang saw the black muzzle of the gun, and seemed to also see the metallic luster of the bullet in the barrel.

"Bang!" The man's head exploded, his body fell to the side, and the gun in his hand fired several shots randomly.