(180) My fate is up to me, not to heaven
() Fu Chenxue listened to the direction of the other party, which happened to be between the bell tower and the drum tower, and this "mouse" was indeed hidden in the bell tower. He said coldly, "I said you had to keep that girl safe. If I can't see her, don't expect to get it! ”
"You'll naturally see her when you go - I warn you, it's better not to play tricks, otherwise such a great beauty will inevitably die!"
The other party hung up the phone, Fu Chenxue walked south along the route designated by the other party, crossed the stone bridge, went west for three hundred meters, turned left fifty meters, and stood on the square in front of the bell tower.
"Fu Chenxue-" A man with a black scarf and a masked face appeared on the bell tower, he hid behind Lin Qianxue, his voice was cold and hoarse, "You put things on the ground and take two steps back!" ”
Lin Qianxue's hands were tied and her mouth was firmly sealed with adhesive tape, she saw Fu Chenxue downstairs, her whole body trembled, and she wanted to tell Fu Chenxue to escape, but she couldn't shout anything, whining, and bursting into tears. She sent Tianzi and the others back to school, and when she came home, she passed by the supermarket and wanted to buy some vegetables for Fu Chenxue to eat, but she walked out of the supermarket with the vegetables and was kidnapped by strangers.
Fu Chenxue looked at Lin Qianxue and said to the killer: "The matter between you and me has nothing to do with this girl, if you let her out of here, I will consider handing over the things to you!" ”
The man sneered: "Fu Chenxue, you'd better figure it out, here, you are a death row prisoner pending execution, and I am the judge, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?" ”
Fu Chenxue laughed and said: "My life is up to me, if I don't want to do it, who dares to decide my life and death?" As he spoke, he raised the thing in his hand and said coldly: "If you can't get this thing, you can't escape death!" ”
The man was furious: "Fu Chenxue, you dare to threaten me? With a flip of his wrist, a short knife with a blade as thin as paper appeared between his fingers, and the blade tightly pressed Lin Qianxue's neck, and roared: "No one dares to bargain with me - I shouted three, if you don't do what I say, I will stab her in the body, I want to see if Fu Chenxue is a man who pities fragrant and cherishes jade?" ”
Fu Chenxue said lightly: "If you dare to touch a single hair of her, I guarantee that you will die an ugly death!" ”
"One ......"
Fu Chenxue didn't move.
"Two ......"
Fu Chenxue still didn't move.
The man looked at Fu Chenxue, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
Behind the second eaves window on the left side of the third floor of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there is a black ghost huddled, his eyes are close to the back of the scope, the body of the gun is dark green, with beautiful patterns carved on it, equipped with a silencer and an optical sight, and the muzzle of the gun is firmly locked on Fu Chenxue in the square -- this is a Russian CB-98 sniper rifle, firing 7. The 62mm bullet, with dense firepower and stable performance, can be called the best among sniper rifles. The black image crouched there like a cat, silent, as if even the characteristics of his life had disappeared, and all his spirit and consciousness were immersed in the sniper rifle in his hand, Fu Chenxue in front of the gun, and the finger pressed on the trigger.
At that moment, the man's ear muscles shook violently, as if some mortal danger was approaching him quickly. Without thinking about it, he kicked his feet and flipped to the left with his gun in both hands, and almost at the same time, a cold-glittering saber was stabbing at the CB-98 sniper rifle. "Choke-" The man's jaw was almost cracked, and in shock, he flew up with his right foot and kicked the attacker's crotch.