The dazzling light instantly lit up the night sky, and a loud sound hit the eardrums, and even after the explosion was over, a "buzzing" sound could still be heard, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

A few cars that were relatively close to each other were hit by the pond fish, and under the huge shock wave and the blast of wreckage, they were almost turned into scrap metal. The alarms of other vehicles parked in the distance were all triggered by the explosion, and the piercing sirens rang out.

Nearby residents were also alarmed by the explosion, and opened their windows to poke their heads out, staring at the scene in horror with sleepy eyes open.

Since meeting Pang Jindong, Jin Lingling has been very eye-opening, but this is the first time she has encountered this kind of thing. Poor Tucson burned violently after the explosion, she looked at the huge fireball stupidly, and said for a long time: "I will never buy Korean products again, the bombs they make are not as powerful as cars." ”

Pang Jindong let out a long sigh, got up from the ground, shook off the dust and debris on his body, and sighed: "It's the first time I've seen a suicide car steal." ”

Police quickly arrived at the scene and cordoned it off, followed by a full investigation.

Seeing that the police were busy, Pang Jindong asked Jin Lingling: "Can you block the news media and not report this matter?"

Jin Lingling asked, "Are you worried about startling the snake?"

"Yes. Pang Jindong nodded and continued: "Before the murderer is identified, we can't let them know what the result of this incident is. ”

"What else can it be? Of course you're dead!"

"So during this time, I'm going to live in seclusion. ”

"I try to find a way to block the news. ”

Pang Jindong said with a sad face: "I haven't had time to give you the money to buy the car, and the car will be scrapped." ”

"I don't want your money!" Jin Lingling paused and said solemnly: "You'd better tell me honestly, who did you offend to make such a big scene and put you to death." ”

"I don't know. Pang Jindong sighed and said slowly: "I have set up a lot of enemies in my past life, but if they wanted to take revenge on me, they should have done it a long time ago, and they would not wait until I said goodbye to the jungle so long before they came to find me." ”

Despite what he said, Pang Jindong already thought of the biggest suspect in his heart - Director Anderson. Except for him, Pang Jindong really couldn't think of anyone else who had the need to do this.

After making a record for the police, after Pang Jindong returned home, he immediately called Agent House.

After a series of incidents, Pang Jindong was eager to speak directly to Director Anderson, but he did not have his contact information. Director Anderson had called Pang Jindong once, but he used a secure phone, and the number of this kind of phone was changed frequently, so Pang Jindong could only contact the House agent.

"Hello Jerry, I've been waiting for your call for a while now, and I'm glad you finally figured it out. House's tone was excited.

Pang Jindong gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up! I'm calling you, it's not to promise you anything!"

House was stunned by Pang Jindong's rudeness, and said very embarrassedly: "It seems that you are very unhappy." ”

"If someone had dropped a bomb in your car, you'd be like me. ”

"Someone put a bomb in your car?" Hearing this, House understood that Pang Jindong had come to ask the teacher for sin, and hurriedly promised: "Jerry, in the name of God, this matter has absolutely nothing to do with me. ”

Pang Jindong teased: "I didn't know that you still believed in God!"

"Jerry, anything I've ever done, I'm going to admit it to you. I just once bribed a killer to warn you. ”

Pang Jindong remembered the unlucky rogue rabbit in the amusement park, and asked with a sneer: "Is that all?"

"And someone kidnapped Barney, and I know it's going to make you angry. But the dead seed that Congressman Eisen left behind had already saved Barney. Sighing, Agent House said with concern, "Maybe I was too reckless in the previous thing. But I can assure you that absolutely no harm is meant to be done, and in some kind of Cheng dù, I even hope that you live well. ”

"Thank you for your concern, but I suddenly understood one thing, as long as I have you in my life, then it will definitely not be better. Agent House's words suddenly reminded Pang Jindong of the overseas Chinese who forced him to marry Jin Lingling. Since he was not sure whether it was related to Agent House, Pang Jindong could only say with a pun: "But I do know that you care about my life very much, and even care about my love." ”

"I'm glad you think so. Agent House's words showed that he didn't understand the meaning of Pang Jindong's words at all. Whether he pretended to be or not, Pang Jindong couldn't continue to ask questions, in case too many things were exposed in front of him.

"If you try to hurt me, or the people around me ......" Pang Jindong lowered his voice and said almost word for word: "No matter where you hide, I will find you and kill you and your whole family." ”

House knew that Pang Jindong refused to believe in himself, and felt very helpless. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Jerry, you should understand, I want you to make a move and clear Director Anderson's path to the presidency." Everything I did was to blackmail you into agreeing. And this qiē has a premise, which is that you have to be alive, and a dead Jerry Pang doesn't mean anything to us. ”

What he said in this paragraph made a lot of sense, Pang Jindong's attitude softened, but his tone was still cold: "I hope you don't want to kill me." ”

"There's still some time before the election officially begins, which means you still have plenty of time to think about it. I don't deny that there will be other things to force you to agree in the future, but not now. After a pause, Agent House continued, "Actually, even if you don't agree, I don't have to kill you. You are thousands of miles away in other countries, and the little thing you know does not pose any threat to us. Agent House's attitude at this time was like the face of Director Anderson's spokesperson, which made Pang Jindong very disgusted.

"Since you have made it clear that you will not endanger my life, how can you be sure that I will agree?"

"You'll know when the time comes. Agent House laughed.

Pang Jindong also laughed a few times and told Agent Sùhaus: "Greet your mother for me!"

"Thank you!" Agent House said smugly.

Pang Jindong's words, forgetting to consider the cultural differences, Agent House didn't realize that he was scolding him at all. Pang Jindong immediately realized this and added: "You son of a bitch." ”

Agent House laughed a few more times, not only did he not seem to care at all, but he even advised Pang Jindong again: "I think this is a rare opportunity, and the benefits that can be brought to you are beyond your imagination......"

"Shut up!" Pang Jindong was helpless by this bitter talk, and interrupted Agent House's words: "You just want to use me!"

"In this world, people use each other to make use of each other. What really matters is that first of all, you have the value of being used, and secondly, what kind of benefits will be brought to you by being used by others. ”

"You'd better take advantage of others!"

"But Director Anderson insists that you are the best. House's tone became a little helpless as he said this. Pang Jindong suddenly realized that he seemed to be a little unwilled with Director Anderson.

Pang Jindong said lightly: "There are many people who are better than me!"

"But how many people in this world can shoot bullets that can turn?!"

Pang Jindong was silent for a moment, and then told the other party categorically: "I won't agree no matter what, if you dare to challenge my will, you will pay a heavy price." ”

Agent House looked nonchalant and said, "Then give it a try!"

"Then give it a try!"

After hanging up the phone, Pang Jindong fell into deep thought. Agent House's words evoked Pang Jindong's memories of his past life.

There are absolutely no more than ten people who can shoot bullets that can turn, in this world. At least under Director Anderson, only Pang Jindong was successfully trained.

The ballistics of a bullet can arc, which many people think is amazing, but in theory it is very simple.

After the bullet is fired out of the chamber, the normal trajectory is not a straight line, but a curve is drawn downward due to gravity, but the arc of this curve is very small. In addition, in the presence of wind, there is also a certain downwind inclination. A master of top-notch marksmanship will make the most of these objective conditions and maximize the effect they produce, so that the bullet can accurately hit the target behind the obstacle.

Some people also have more advanced marksmanship on top of this, and can use their high-speed movement to make the bullet fly in a larger arc.

Specifically, the arm holding the gun moves at high speed to draw a circular arc, and at the same time, the muzzle swings to make the bullet fly out of the chamber and have the acceleration brought by the arm. In this way, although the warhead is still pointing forward, the trajectory is an arc.

It's easier said than done. As long as the explosive power is enough and the arm movement speed is fast enough, many people can shoot this kind of bullet, but it usually turns into a stray bullet that does not know where to fly. In order for a bullet to hit the target accurately, the shooter needs to have accurate judgment.

The trajectory of a bullet fired from each gun is as different as a person's fingerprint. Firearms of the same model and the same batch of production also have their own independent characteristics of the ballistics between each other. Even for the same gun, depending on the aging of the internal parts, the ballistic characteristics vary from one period to another. And the same gun at the same time, used by different people, has different ballistics. For example, the time it takes to pull the trigger to the trigger point at the same time is not the same because of the different reaction speeds and the strength of the finger muscles.

These differences are extremely subtle and do not need to be taken into account at all when shooting normally. But if you want to hit such a bullet, all the factors will become crucial. These seemingly subtle differences can often make a bullet a thousand miles apart. Therefore, the shooter must be quite familiar with the weapon used and his own body.

The trajectory of a bullet under normal conditions still needs a computer to calculate and simulate it, and if it is affected by so many objective factors, it is simply impossible to rely on the brain to complete such a complex calculation in a short time. Shooters don't try to do something stupid, they rely on intuition, and the instinct for precision is innate. That is to say, to have such marksmanship, it requires not only hard training and the guidance of a famous teacher, but also a genius.

In addition to the above, there are four other factors that govern this marksmanship: first, the firearm used must be light, and the lighter the better, otherwise it is impossible for anyone's arm to have enough strength for the movement of the firearm to bring the required acceleration, and secondly, the firearm must be as short as possible, beyond a certain length, the trajectory of the bullet will be unpredictable. Based on these two factors, pistols are usually chosen; thirdly, the arc of the trajectory is still very small after all, so if you want to hit the target accurately, you must have enough distance from the target; fourthly, there is only one best shooting point, so you can only shoot a single shot, and do not think that you can shoot continuously.

Still, being able to shoot such a bullet is something that anyone who makes a living from weapons can be proud of. Pang Jindong is even more outstanding among these few people who can do it, most of them can only fight with one hand, but Pang Jindong can fight with both hands.

Recalling the envious gazes of the people around him when he fired this bullet for the first time, Pang Jindong decided to test whether he had regressed.

Masaharu Kazama and Lin Peiwen had already rested, and Pang Jindong set up a scene in the yard, first placing a bottle against the root of the wall, and then placing a watermelon in the middle of the yard, just blocking his vision.

Next, Pang Jindong carefully disassembled the gun into parts, reassembled it, and reciprocated three times to become more familiar with the gun.

In the end, Pang Jindong was calm, staring at the watermelon in front of him, his arm quickly swung an arc from left to right, and his fingers pulled the trigger at the same time.

I heard a "pop" sound, and a cluster of sparks emerged from a wall in front of me, and some fragments and sand fell to the ground.

Pang Jindong shook his head helplessly, glad that the courtyard wall was high enough, otherwise the bullet would not know where it would fly.

After adjusting his state, Pang Jindong accelerated the speed of his arm and fired a second bullet with his intuition. This time, I only heard a "poof", and the watermelon was half blown open, and the red pulp was accompanied by the slurry, splashing everywhere.

"Is it really regressing......" Looking at the miserable situation of the watermelon, Pang Jindong shook his head helplessly.