When performing special tasks, it is obvious that few people will take the elevator, even if the straight line between two points is the shortest, but there are too many uncontrollable factors, if someone presses the elevator in the residential house, the delay time is not one or two points, running the stairs is the key.

Even if someone helps him delay, it will only be three minutes at most, if he doesn't leave in three minutes, he can only stay here forever, don't think that he can't escape if he lays a net, the artist is bold, of course, he has also thought of a way out, as long as the task is successful, he will naturally be able to retreat.

However, if he does not complete the task, even if he escapes, it is in vain, he understands the organization, as long as it fails, the organization will not let him go.

Because he has been exposed and has no value.

But he never thought that even if the sniping was successful, it would be impossible to fulfill the promise made to the worthless dog, and the end and ending could be said to be doomed.

Now.

Antelope frowned deeply, hiding behind the water tower can be said to be extremely unfavorable to him, if you want to complete the sniper mission, you must be in the sniper position directly in front of you.

He can't afford to consume it, and the only way is to kill the sniper next to him first.

I took off my clothes and threw them out, and sure enough, a pop came immediately.

He rolled on the spot, aiming under the sniper scope, and now the comparison is level, and who lives and who dies is crucial to the development of the situation.

The wind passed through the gramophone.

The bullets were fired almost at the same time, and the two barely deliberately dodged, after all, if they didn't pay full attention to a high-precision sniper, it would be difficult to control it, even if they had been fighting for many years.

In mid-air, the two bullets miraculously collided together, sparkling brilliantly, and fell downward together in an instant.

After a few moments, with a pop, the antelope's eyes widened in disbelief.

The Falcon, with the soul of his brother, got the final breakthrough.

As soon as he sniped down, he didn't look at it, but reached the state of selflessness, continued to pull the bolt, and under the stunned antelope, it was already a mysterious shot.

He didn't even know how this shot was fired, he only felt that this shot was too much more than usual.

"Report to Command, Mission of the Fifth Sniper Group is complete, please instruct".

Headquarters.

The combat staff officer of the city bureau showed a long-lost smile on his face, and praised him without hesitation: "Well done, continue to return to the original sniper position, observe the surrounding situation, and be sure to ensure the safety of the leader."

The falcon returned to its place with the gun in its arms, continuing to stare at its every move.

There is no trace of joy in his heart for the improvement of the robbery method, if he can, he can do nothing, he just hopes that his former comrades-in-arms can come back.

The relationship between the sniper and the observer is not just the comrade-in-arms, they are a special group of police officers, usually silent, even with the rest of the comrades-in-arms will not have too many words.

They live in the darkness forever, even during the day, they try to look for darkness, sometimes squatting for days.

The only thing that can relieve boredom and occasionally talk about things is between the sniper and the observer.

They are a group activity, in the garbage heap, in the corner, they have been there, but they have always been silent.

Won't be discovered.

The sky has gradually darkened, it turns out that I don't know when the sun has already hidden in the clouds, this is the day of early December, the sun is early, the sky is dark quickly.

Isn't there an old saying: long to the summer solstice, short to the winter solstice.

From the summer solstice, the days will slowly decrease until the winter solstice.

No. 2, reminded by the secretary, knew that it was time to leave Xinhang.

All the way to the police car, they did not go to Xiaoshan again, but drove straight to the Long Miao military camp, where there were already two helicopters waiting.

Due to the antelope incident, several guards have strengthened cooperation and monitoring between the two sides, and there has been no incident along the way.

Everyone exhaled lightly, especially the provincial department, if it wasn't for the city bureau to make a quick decision, if something happened, they would be unable to get rid of it, even now, they must resist the responsibility.

Long Miao Barracks.

No. 2 and No. 6 were next to them to welcome a few people on the plane, and when all the foreign guests boarded the plane, the two turned around and smiled warmly at Shao Jiajin, who was close to them and had a not good-looking face, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Shao Jiajin smiled weakly and did not answer.

No. 6 hesitated for a moment, his solemn face slowed down slightly, and he said stiffly: "I have time to come back and see."

With that, he walked towards the plane.

Shao Jiajin was stunned, and his mood was slightly complicated.

No. 2 patted him on the shoulder and said kindly: "Lao Xing has such a stinky temper, he can't pull his face, but in private, I often hear him praise you, the years are not forgiving, we are all old, maybe one day we will leave, some of the previous contradictions, let it pass if you can, don't show your son to be filial and not to be treated."

Craned his shoulders and slowly walked towards the plane.

Shao Jiajin looked at his back, the two were of the same age, about to usher in seventy years, and with perennial hard work, although there was a health care doctor to recuperate, but the body still looked old.

Home is a bit far away for him, and since he became an outcast eight years ago, he has never thought of returning to his original home.

That's right, he is not Shao Jiajin, but Xing Shisan.

The former secretly went on a mission abroad not long ago, and Xing Shisan didn't want others to notice that he was there, except for a few people, few people knew his true identity.

There's too much initiative in the layout.

And the other Xing Shisan, who went to Tibet, had already bought a ticket and swaggered back at this time, obviously they were all changed by the art of disguise.

He had spent a lot of money to deceive him from Ka Ye, and although he had not yet achieved it, he was not familiar with it, but it was difficult to discover.

In the history of aircraft, everyone can finally take their places, and the protection mission is over.

Mouse Office.

The two sat across from each other, their brows furrowed.

"Why don't you take Riki and Kazekage with you?" Jin Mouse asked.

Xing Shisan wanted to go to hide, but he couldn't make a big deal of it in their hands, so he could only investigate secretly.

"No," Xing Shisan shook his head, the reason why he came was not to move the rescuers, but to resign, and let the golden rat restrain those subordinates who were not very obedient, especially Uncle Riki, if he didn't explain.

And this operation proves that there is indeed a problem in the provincial department, and even in the city bureau, it is not necessarily calm, and it is necessary to plan in advance, try to draw out the hole, or catch turtles in an urn.

Jin Rat is a smart man, and with a few words, he doesn't have to worry about this side of the matter, just hide it wholeheartedly.

Say goodbye to the golden mouse, go home and say goodbye to Cangyue, these days because of the little girl's matter, she doesn't want to think about tea, she sits at home every day, and hopes that Nan Nan will come back as soon as possible.

Overnight, Xing Shisan disguised himself and bought a ticket to Tibet.

Tibet is an autonomous place, with a high altitude, a vast and sparsely populated area, and some peaks are covered with snow all year round.

Because Tibet is an autonomous region, Buddhism is prevalent, and the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, so there is often a dilemma of having no government orders.

The people of Tibetan areas are fierce, and when you think of them, you may think of an animal—a dog. In other places it is a dog, but in Tibet, it is a mastiff, a Tibetan mastiff, and a wolf in Tibet is afraid of three points of fierce beasts.

Lhasa, the capital of Tibet.

Although the geographical location is not correct and the air is thin, for some travelers, a Buddhist believer still comes from thousands of miles away, or just for the curiosity in his heart, as if he wants to seek a stability, hoping to be enlightened by a monk.

Daytime, after eleven o'clock, it is time to eat.

An old man with fairy wind bones, about eighty, long hair is all white, lightly bound with a bun, draped behind him, the beard below the lips is white, hanging down under the jaw, although he is old, his legs and feet are not as smart as when he was young, but his complexion is ruddy, wearing an ancient gray and white Han shirt, walking on the street, fortunately it is Tibetan, most of the ethnic minorities, and the clothes are different, otherwise he is full of onlookers behind him in the Central Plains.

Even come to a WeChat circle of friends, maybe the old man is already famous.

Beside the old man, there was a middle-aged man in his fifties, like a small servant, with his head bowed, his body bowing slightly, a set of ancient black uniforms, wearing a big sticky hat, carrying a burden and a small medicine box behind him, holding the sun and the moon.

The book says: "The hand of the red apricot, the palm of the world".

The next book answers: "The iron mouth is broken, and the sun and the moon are said."

Horizontal batch: descendants of the Sun family.

Which descendant of the Sun family actually spoke so wildly and dared to control the sun and the moon, I am afraid that there is only Mr. Sun Simiao, who has medical skills through the sky thousands of years ago and entered the Tao with medicine.

I didn't expect him to have descendants here, and I don't know if it's a money cheat.

In the era of laughing at poverty and not prostitution, the trust between people is not as good as before.

"Grandpa, steamed buns". The two have been living in the mountains, but they didn't expect to see each other for decades, the times have changed with each passing day, the former bungalows, earthen houses, and now high-rise buildings, busy traffic, but suddenly it is a little unacceptable.

In particular, the little servant has never been to the city since he was born, but in a very remote mountain village, he walked all the way to the big city, and felt that everything was new.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the big steamed bun, which is full of fragrance and arouses appetite.

The old man had walked through the rivers and lakes when he was young, when China was in a period of famine, what people lacked was not the skill of the apricot forest, he even saw the ugly thing of people eating people with his own eyes, out of disappointment with the imperial court, he returned to the medicine valley, and never went out of the mountain for more than 60 years.

However, now that he has encountered a bottleneck, he wants to enter the Tao with medicine, and a centenarian man in the clan who is in high proximity tells him that he must be born and help the world, and find a breakthrough from the red dust.

At this time.

Looking at the heat of a big steamed bun in the steamer, the old man stepped forward and smiled: "Shopkeeper, can you get two steamed buns on credit and a bowl of tea."

In the past, Sun Simiao went to the world, the same cloth clothes, a pair of straw sandals, even if the treatment was rich and expensive, and others gave him a reward, he would only keep it for the purpose of medicine valley, and he would still come out next time.

In ancient times, it was practice, birth.

In modern times, nothing is easy to do without the renminbi.

People in the north love noodles, and the same is true in Tibet.

The boss who makes steamed buns and steamed buns, commonly known as big buns, wears a fur suit, is about forty years old, burly, and the mustache above his lips adds a bit of domineering to him.