The BMW approached the taxi quietly, and the two wanted to see how the boy had managed to escape the first two checkpoints.

When the police saw the young man behind the car, their eyes turned green, and the young man was actually calm, still holding a bulging bag in his arms.

"Please pull over for inspection, the driver shows your driver's license, and the passengers behind the car show their ID." The two or three policemen said lightly, but in fact they surrounded them with great vigilance, so that no one came forward to interrogate the BMW that was following the taxi.

The driver obediently took out his driver's license and looked dazed: "Passenger? I'm empty, how can there be passengers? ”

The young man rolled down the window, stretched out his little head from the back seat without any scruples, and stared around the three policemen without blinking, and soon, the policeman's eyes became blurred, and the suspect in his hand was photocopied, and his left hand changed to his right hand, and he didn't know what to do.

"There are no passengers in the car." The young man suddenly opened his mouth and said in a tender voice.

The three policemen nodded at the same time, and looked into the car pretendedly: "Mmmm, no passengers, no." ”

"What are you holding in your hand? Show me. The boy asked.

"Have you ever seen a picture of a young suspect?" The policeman obediently handed over the copy, as if reporting to the leader.

"Eat it." The young man said softly, and did not forget to add, "It's delicious, the previous few policemen have eaten it." ”

Without saying a word, the policeman picked up the paper and tore it in half, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it heavily, and swallowed it with a "bang".

The taxi squeaked forward, Zhao Lei and Yang Mei looked at each other and smiled, mud horse, talent.

Yang Mei stepped forward and waved his hands in front of the eyes of the three people, easily erasing the policeman's memory of this incident.

Pulling out the phone and telling Officer Liu and Shangguan Rong'er where they were going, the BMW bit the taxi from a distance and drove northeast. More than two hours later, the car drove down the highway, bends and bends, and finally stopped in an old village deep in the mountains. The boy got out of the car and waved at the driver, who turned around and turned back. Passing by Yang Mei's side, Yang Mei stretched out his hand to stop him, concocting it in the same way, erasing the driver's memory.

Without any scruples, the boy walked halfway up the hill and turned into a small bungalow.

In this old village, only a few elderly families live. The two of them didn't alarm anyone, parked the car in a hidden place, followed the figure of the young man, and went straight to the small bungalow.

"Grandpa, I'm back." The boy shouted, kicked the door open and entered.

Zhao Lei and Yang Mei ran a few steps closely, and they were about to enter the house, but unexpectedly a thin old man who was drunk ran out of the house, in his seventies, obviously the grandfather of the teenager, he held a sniper rifle tightly, ran towards the mountain, and shouted with a wine hiccup: "Uh...... Damn flies, uh...... I hate you guys to death! Zerg invasion, fighting...... Belch...... Begin! ”

The two urgently hid in the shadows, Zhao Lei wanted to chase after him, but was gently pulled by Yang Mei, raised his chin, and motioned to look at the young man.

The young man poured half a scoop of cold water into it, turned a blind eye to the old man's shouting and leaving, wiped his mouth, and poured his leftover dish "Heri Snoring" into his stomach, and then scolded: "Old drunkard, you have fought all the money you stolen." ”

"Whoa!" The young man grabbed the bag and poured all the more than 100,000 yuan in cash on the table.

Yang Mei kept holding the binoculars and looked at the sniper rifle in the old man's hand, and spit out his tongue at Zhao Lei: "Good guy, Barrett sniper rifle, the maximum range is more than six thousand meters." More than 10,000 dollars a piece, a single bullet costs seven or eight hundred yuan, what does he want to do? ”

Since the eighties of the last century, the Barrett sniper rifle has almost dominated the 12.7mm sniper rifle market with its excellent performance such as long range, high accuracy and high power, and the gun has been equipped with the military and police forces of dozens of countries.

This old man, where did he get a sniper rifle?

Fortunately, the grandfather and grandson obviously did not notice them, and the two quietly approached the hut, crouched down at the dead end of the sniper rifle, held binoculars, and quietly observed the movements on the mountain and in the hut.

The thin old man was probably used to playing this trick, and he didn't deliberately hide it, and Yang Mei easily found out where he was hiding, about a kilometer away from the hut, facing the window.

The sound of sniper bullets slicing through the air ...... the hut was splattered with dirt.

The young man didn't even avoid it, walked to the corner, pinched a fly, and casually picked up a long-distance communication headset on the corner of the table: "Grandpa, you drank too much and hit the fly's buttocks, and you didn't die immediately." ”

"......Boom" another particle bullet slashed through the air, carrying the fly pinched by the boy's fingertips, and shooting into the wooden plank with a "thud".

Immediately afterwards, the sound of "popping" was endless, and wood and dirt flew in the hut. In the telescope, more than a dozen buzzing flies were quickly smashed to pieces.

Yang Mei's tongue stuck straight on the binoculars, as a special warfare master, she had never seen such an accurate and outrageous sniper, a distance of 1,000 meters, with a large-caliber Bareda sniper rifle without missing bullets, sniping is still only a fly flying in the air, this matter, it can't be believed anywhere.

If you convert the distance and the speed of the bullet, you can see that the bullet needs to travel in the air for more than a second, and the thin old man's ability to predict the flight trajectory of the fly and predict it in advance is extremely accurate.

In the footage, another fly stops on the roof in horror. The old man also stopped shooting, and there was a rare quiet moment in the night sky. Obviously, the old man will never withdraw his troops until the last Zerg is wiped out.

However, the flies sucked at the roof and refused to fly again. Judging from the angle, the old man couldn't see the roof from his location, what was he waiting for?

Yang Mei stabbed Zhao Lei and pointed to an angle. Zhao Lei took the telescope and moved it slightly, and found that there were mirrors hanging on the wall.

The thin old man, perhaps, could observe the fly from the mirror, but how did he shoot? Is it possible to make the bullet turn?

Yang Mei also frowned, the situation of the bullet turning is possible, but it is a very small angle. This angle is almost at right angles, and it is simply impossible to make such a large turn of the bullet.

"Boom......" A soft sound came from the air, and the old man deducted the board machine.

"Boom ......" The two bullets that were discharged almost at the same time, the old man's gesture made Yang Mei sigh, and she couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.

In the telescope, an incredible scene appeared.

The two bullets flew into the window a few meters apart, and the one that led the lead hit a copper pillar on the wall with a "bang", and then turned around and bounced backwards, with an upward angle of about 15 degrees.

The second bullet came at lightning speed, and the one that took the lead just jumped up with its tail up in the bouncing, revealing a smooth big butt.

After the "ding" impact, the second bullet was slammed into the butt of the leader, and suddenly flew upwards and at a right angle towards the roof.

"Smack!" The tip of the bullet pierced the fly with precision, burrowing into the wooden beams.

The young man chewed the leftovers, picked up the headphones, and was not surprised in his tone: "Grandpa, the Zerg have been wiped out." ”

Zhao Lei and Yang Mei stared at each other wide-eyed, not only impressed, but almost about to bow down, mud ma, sniper god, where did they jump out?

The thin old man hummed a triumphant song, went down the mountain drunk, and walked so staggeringly. Yang Mei, who was staring through the binoculars, soon found a row of numbers from the gun, which was dedicated to the United States Marine Corps.

Zhao Lei quickly dialed the mobile phones of Xia Dengping and Tofu Cao, and asked them to investigate everything related to this number through various channels.

The two were about to break into the hut, but Officer Liu and Shangguan Rong'er rushed to the scene, and the four of them came to a secluded place, and after explaining the situation, Xia Dengping's call back also came.

"Brother Lei, forty years ago, there was a man in the United States Marine Corps nicknamed Drunkard Sniper, who was Chinese, and he disappeared with his matching gun, and the number matched the gun you provided."

Subsequently, the news from his old comrades-in-arms also came, and the different news of the two lines accurately located the situation of the thin old man.

This legendary figure forty years ago, after disappearing with a sniper rifle, changed his name to Fu Tiegen. After this person was selected for the United States Marine Corps when he was in service, he quickly became a sharp sword in the military. His marksmanship is innate, and no one can match him.

However, Fu Tiegen was a heavy drinker, and he looked drunk wherever he went, so he violated military regulations and didn't know how many punishments he received.

He also had a quirk, and although he was very bold in his life, he was extremely afraid of flies. As soon as he saw a fly at close range, he trembled with fright, and lost his combat effectiveness, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

That year, Fu Tiegen was ordered to carry out a top-secret mission that could not be missed, sniping and killing a drug lord who was extremely harmful to the international community. At the time of shooting, in Fu Tiegen's lens, a fly flew in, and he didn't want to raise the muzzle of the gun to shoot, the fly was shot, and his actions were exposed. The ensuing pursuers slaughtered several special combat team members, and Fu Tiegen was lucky enough to pick up a life, and with a deep sense of self-blame, he evaporated from the world.

Of course, what happened after that was beyond Xia Dengping's control, that is, after Fu Gensheng returned to Huaxia, he lived in seclusion in a remote place, never married, and bought an abandoned baby as a baby grandson, named Fu Cong.

After Fu Tiegen spent all his savings, the grandfather and grandson were destitute from then on, but his fear of flies remained unchanged. moved east and west, and finally chose this deep mountain with fewer flies. Whenever there were flies, Fu Tiegen did not dare to get in close contact as usual, and always had to flee to the mountains, and only after they were eliminated one by one did he dare to go home and sleep peacefully.

However, the expensive bullet fee and the endless number of flies brought the old man to the brink of collapse.

Half a year ago, when Fu Cong went to a neighboring county to sell crops, he suddenly found that others would act according to their own wishes. The bizarre robbery that occurred in the county seat was also passed to Zhao Lei's ears by Officer Liu from the public security network system shared by the whole country.

Zhao Lei and the four of them looked at each other and smiled, they didn't expect that the internationally famous drunken sniper god would actually hide in this unaware deep mountain, if it wasn't for Fu Cong's crime, the hero would really be buried in the barren mountains.

These grandfathers and grandchildren are really the people they desperately need.

"Let's go, have a drink with the drunk! Be careful, don't look his grandson in the eye! Zhao Lei stood up and pushed Officer Liu to stride towards the small bungalow.