Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

20 seconds later—

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

The tall shelves whose pillars were blown up began to tilt and collapse, and they were placed on the water tower in the southeast, raising a cloud of dust.

Taking advantage of the enemy's distraction, Winnet jumped onto the container, quickly climbed over to the high-altitude load-bearing bridge, and ran with her body low on the narrow bridge deck about 1.5 inches wide.

Standing on the bridge, she saw the enemy with machine guns above them through the pink warning lights in the air.

The disadvantage of equipment needs to be compensated by tactics.

What Ji Luxi taught her once again played a role.

Winnet was like an illusory light and shadow in the night. She rolled over the slender bridge and fired two shots in a row, killing the machine gunner guarding the high place.

At the same time as the shooting, her location was revealed to unknown ambushers.

Winnet supported on the load-bearing bridge with one hand, swinging with one hand as a fulcrum like a gymnast, jumped to the top of a row of containers, and then rolled, she came to the observation deck that partially overlapped with the containers and extended upwards directly below to hide from prying eyes of the enemy.

However, she still overestimated her opponent.

In the tetrahedron formed by the container cover below, a guy holding an automatic pistol and looking for the target appeared.

It seemed that she was attracted by the gunshot she just had.

Winnet lay her whole body on the container, held the Matebar flat, and shot at the moment the opponent emerged from the gap in the container.

boom!

Half of the face of the man who was searching for her was bleeding.

At almost the same moment, the shooting began targeting the man's surroundings.

"Bait..." Winnet inhaled.

Amid the roar of guns, she became very alert, her heart was beating fast, and her muscles tensed, ready for action.

Although there was a wave of excitement that continued to stimulate her, it didn't make Winnet's head hot. The blood in her head was like ice water, flowing slowly. She watched the direction of the opponent's shooting, calmly and detachedly Estimating the possibility of the other party's hiding place.

Judging by the coverage of firepower, there must be between two and three machine guns, and a sniper must have briefly witnessed her figure.

One of the machine gunners hid behind the iron railing below the water tower.

Apparently, her enemies were more familiar with the terrain than she was.

However, after all, he is just a layman.

For a short time, there was no threat to her.

Although she really wanted to confirm where the sniper was, it would also reveal her location, but if she continued to stay where she was, she would only be found and shot.

The moment she was panting, the rumble of gunfire from the pier had stopped—this meant that the assault on the main battlefield had come to an end. However, the sniper did not change direction, evacuate, or make any movement that might expose him.

Have you given up your support plan?

Although this is a wise move, there is no corresponding fire suppression on the main road leading to the dock. Judging from the time, the organization's support should also arrive.

"Are you going to run away from the beginning...or are you planning to go around and attack me?"

Winnet arched slightly.

If the other party's plan is as she expected, she who is now locked in the range is at a disadvantage.

If this continues, the loser will be yourself.

Winnet made up her mind and had to act in advance. Like a cheetah, she rushed out from under the high shelf where she was hiding, and jumped behind the shelter below.

boom!

There was a shot, and sparks flew at Winnet's feet.

Winnet had to be thankful that this was by the sea. If the wind hadn't changed from the original direction, the shot just now might have hit her on the shoulder.

His actions were actually seen through?

For the first time Winnet felt tricky.

This meant that the other party didn't move at all, risking being surrounded by members of the organization that broke in from the front, and kept locking on her.

Although Winnet judged the general direction with her keen sense of hearing, the shooting just now came from a blind spot of her vision, and no light and shadow effects were confirmed.

In this way, all she can rely on is her foot strength and speed to interfere with the opponent's hit rate.

……

046 Conventional drama development

Winnet was not worried that she would be shot by a sniper behind the scenes.

Shooting from a high place to a low place, there are still many bunkers, and the difficulty of shooting can be said to be first-class.

People who have never been in contact with it may think that shooting at high altitudes is more beneficial. Although the field of vision obtained by shooting at high altitudes is indeed wider, if the shooting position is too high, when shooting downwards, the impact of gravity on the ballistic will be much greater than that of ordinary shooting. The short distance can also be ignored, and the medium and long distance will inevitably produce unpredictable errors.

Want one or two hits, unless God kissed the back of the sniper's hand.

Miss Winnet, however, believed that she was the one who was favored.

She kept changing her direction of movement, heading straight for the next obstacle.

During this time, she heard two more shots.

This means that the gun used by the opponent is not a type that can be fired continuously, and judging from the initial shooting, it is not a large-caliber sniper rifle.

Large pistol?

Her quickness worked. After two shots, she had confirmed the enemy's position, and the enemy had given up the high ground and hid under the red-painted cargo hanger.

A little further to the right is the docking station of the distribution center. There are a number of yachts parked on it, but none of them look like they are ready to leave.

What's more, there are already dead bodies lying around there.

Is it infighting?

At this point in time?

Suddenly, gunshots broke the tranquility of the distribution center again.On the side not far from the entrance, I remembered the dense sound of submachine guns and the sonic boom generated by the powerful motor, which was extremely ear-piercing.

The enemy hiding under the pillars of the hanger finally showed his figure.

It's a man.

He has hair that is exactly the same color as his own, but his eyes are green, and in the night, they radiate light like the eyeballs of a wolf.

He drew the pistol from the holster, but aimed it not at Winnet.

Behind Winnet, a man who also belonged to Aberius appeared, and with a bang, a bullet hit his forehead.

The man fell to the ground like a rock, and Winnet felt a little puzzled, because the man's move was not to shoot her, but to protect her from the people who came from behind.

The man said in an extremely sad tone: "Sigrid, I finally found you."

Sigrid, who is that?

Although Winnet wanted to ask who he was referring to, there was no third person besides her at the scene.

The man completely gave up his defenses and walked towards her like an enemy who had surrendered. Winnet could feel the joy in his heart when she heard his breathing.

"Who are you?" Winnet asked.

"I am Renata...and you, Sigrid, my sister!"

He walked over like this, with his gun hand down, defenseless.

Winnet felt confused. It was crazy enough for an enemy to suddenly come out and confess to her.

She doesn't have any memories of before she was three or four years old, and she realizes that time travel is after being adopted, so she can't be sure that all her family members in this life have gone to heaven.

Seeing Winnet's puzzled face, Renata explained: "It's only natural that you don't remember me, you were too young at that time." He walked towards Winnet, "That day, villains broke into our house and killed Father and mother, burned down our house. I was with friends from school and escaped... After that, I was in the woods and saw the villain who took you from me, and in fact I have Find him and kill him successfully! Avenged us too, Sigrid! I was going to pick you up in London, but you turned up here, even serving a suspicious criminal organization!"

As he spoke, he came to Winnet.

At this time, Winnet realized that the other party was not a man, but a woman with short hair, tightly wrapped hair, and a very hoarse voice.

"You ... killed Bridge?"

Winnet gradually understood the whole picture of the matter. Somewhere she didn't understand and didn't know, a very dramatic tragedy happened, like the suffering bestowed by God appeared on her body.

Desperate?

She didn't actually feel that way. If Bridge was killed by someone who claimed to be her sister in front of her, it could only be said to be out of Bridge's own will—in this way, Bridge may indeed have caused her to die. The murderer whose family was ruined——he always faced her with an attitude of alienation and laissez-faire.

At the beginning, she still felt that her personality was not likable, but the conclusion, perhaps, was just as she had imagined—the stupid Bridge Moriarty suddenly realized her conscience, and let her baby in swaddle be left alone. code.

What is this?

She was not directly killed, so she probably still needs to thank Bridge. However, she didn't have the slightest affection for the woman in front of her who claimed to be her sister and was related by blood.

"Yes, you should hate him too, he is a devil. Well now, we have avenged our revenge, and we can stay away from this dangerous life, fast! Come with me to the yacht, I stayed behind in Canada , after we escape there, we can take a boat to the Far East, to a country where no one knows us..."

Renata's voice stopped abruptly, because the younger sister standing in front of her, who was thinking deeply, raised a gun at her.

"It's a pity that I, like the devil, can't pass through that narrow gate."

Winnet's keen sense of hearing has already identified the motorcycle engine that is about to rush out of the intersection, as well as the members of the organization looking for an erection point.The small plaza near the dock was covered in fire, and even if she made Renata in front of her escape, she couldn't do it.

Although she could spare Renata and let her leave on a yacht, this would affect her evaluation in the organization.

Between her biological sister and her status in the organization, she would rather choose the latter.

Winnet herself felt that she was really cold-blooded and ruthless.

Renata was completely stunned.

She couldn't figure out why the sister she had been looking for pointed a gun at her.

brainwashing?

Or something else?

There were other possibilities, but she didn't want to approach that direction anyway.

If she thinks this way, all her hard work so far will be for naught because of one wrong goal.

One's own persistence will also become a ridiculous thing.

Damn!

Damn criminal organization!

Actually took my Sigrid...

Renata felt her blood freeze, the soles of her feet felt glued to the ground, and she felt a pang of despair, a pang of failure at last.

With the muzzle of Winette's gun raised, this despair gradually rushed up her throat.

Winnet still hesitated.

She couldn't interweave emotions such as hatred, gratitude, and the joy of reunion with the woman in front of her.

She felt her throat and lips dry, because she knew she couldn't keep Renata alive, but she couldn't kill her loved ones like a real devil.

She thought of the words in the book of John that advocated loving one's brothers and sisters.

Winnet dodges quickly, slams the part of the bolt on Renata's neck, knocks her out with a hand knife, then snatches the FN Browning 1906 from her hand, and then hits her shoulder with a backhand .

boom!

It's a 9mm Luger round.

She was thankful that her arm was still alive.

The bullet landed on the ground at her feet, and Winnett heard the sound of the locomotive approaching, and she fired three more rounds into the ground.

The first bullet hit the stony ground, breaking a splinter, and the second and third bullets hit Renata's body armor.

……

ps: The Chinese in luger is actually a sensitive word

047 Eyes on Ireland