This time the fright felt more serious than the last time I was stared at by the sniper, you know, where the sniper is lurking, at least Zhang Yang knows, there is still a little psychological preparation, and there is even a great deal of certainty that the other party will not shoot, and now, the five shots just now are too sudden, too unexpected, without the slightest warning.

Zhang Yang was frantically calculating in his head, looking at the ground that was pitted by bullets in the moonlight, Zhang Yang was already sure that the five shots just now were fired from the second floor of that building.

Looking at his watch, Zhang Yang felt a little anxious, because if the sniper really moved from the firing position in the gap to this place, there would only be nine minutes left, and it would take three minutes to run from here to the upper floor, even if there was no hindrance......

"Liu Biao, there is no time, you wait for me here, remember to take my bag when you leave...... Clever ......"

As soon as Zhang Yang's words fell, he threw the backpack in his hand out......

"Woo Woo ......" was another three shots, shooting around the backpack.

Sure enough, as I speculated, this is not a killer, not even a gunman, the marksmanship is very bad, if it is a real killer, it is absolutely impossible to fire five shots in a row at the beginning, just threw a backpack, the other party actually shot three shots, an excellent killer will never waste every bullet, just like the killer who began to meet in the gap, and only fired two shots.

In the middle of his thoughts, Zhang Yang's body followed the sound of the gun shooting on the ground and then ran wildly in the alley, the route he ran was in the shape of a snake, and there were afterimages behind him, at this time, Zhang Yang had no reservations, and his physical potential had been exerted to the extreme. And in the back, Liu Biao, who saw it like a wisp of light smoke, opened his mouth wide and looked incredible, grandma's, why didn't this guy have the first ......

"Woo Woo ......"

The bullet hit the concrete floor and made a violent cracking sound, which was obviously of poor quality or aged.

Zhang Yang counted the number of bullets, ran at high speed, started five shots, three shots when he threw the bag, and three shots were fired just now, so the other party had fired eleven shots.

Could it be a domestic Type 92 9mm pistol? The gun magazine is fed in two rows, with a capacity of 15 rounds, and can be equipped with a laser sight, and a muzzle silencer can be installed.

The pistol is composed of bolt assembly, transmitter assembly, magazine assembly, grip assembly, barrel, barrel sleeve, reentry spring, reentry spring guide rod and coupling seat, which is not only light in weight and simple in structure...... This gun is loved by some killers because of its large bullet capacity.

Zhang Yang slowed down his running.

Sure enough, as Zhang Yang expected!

The other party seems to think that he has seized the opportunity, and it is another wild sweep, but unfortunately, the other party's marksmanship is too bad, and some bullets are actually more than ten meters away from his body, Zhang Yang believes that if this person does not aim, it may pose a great threat to him, and there is a chance to hit him, but the other party does not have this idea, so intensive shooting, it is simply to kill him.

Twelve!

A baker's dozen!

Fourteen!

Fifteen!

At the time of the last shot, the gunfire seemed to pause, this pause, Zhang Yang immediately affirmed that this was a Type 92 9mm pistol, however, this made Zhang Yang very puzzled, since the other party was able to pause, it means that this person also knows a lot about firearms, if it is really a person who touches the gun for the first time, it is impossible to remember how many bullets are in the magazine in this violent shooting situation.

Why, Zhang Yang is very confused, it seems a little unreasonable?

However, doubts are doubts, Zhang Yang at this time has already arrived under the bell tower. His body rushed like the bell tower, and as long as the other party was really unfamiliar with the gun, he was sure to rush to the old bell tower before the other party replaced the magazine......

Of course, all calculations have errors, but Zhang Yang has no choice now, if he doesn't take this bell tower, Liu Biao can't come over at all, and the killer with a sniper rifle must have been on the way, that is a really dangerous person.

The door of the bell tower has been seriously damaged, there is no paint on the wooden board, only the colorful peeling and cracked wooden veneer, the bell tower is actually empty holes on three sides, that is, a shelf, and there is a door on one side, probably to prevent the bell from being stolen, Zhang Yang did not hesitate at this time, and he was not allowed to hesitate at this time, and kicked it like the small wooden door.

"Peng!" There was a loud bang, and the wooden door was kicked apart by Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's body rushed in against his habitual surname, the blade in his hand exuded a palpitating light under the moonlight, Zhang Yang was bubbling with a murderous aura, either the enemy died or I died!

Suddenly!

Zhang Yang, who was rushing wildly, was sluggish, he saw an old man trembling all over, the old man was holding a Type 92 pistol in his hand, his hand was trembling desperately, and he was holding a magazine in his other hand, and he was desperately trying to put the pistol inside, but unfortunately, his trembling hand couldn't be stuffed in anyway.

Is this the gunman?

Zhang Yang had a hint of delusion, and at this time, the old man who was desperately stuffing the magazine seemed to be desperate, stopped stuffing the magazine, and stared at Zhang Yang tightly.

Looking at the old man's trembling hands, Zhang Yang understood why those bullets couldn't hit him, this shouldn't be a pair of hands holding guns.

Suddenly, just as Zhang Yang was about to ask a question, an extreme danger spread in the space, this dangerous aura was so close, almost the moment he felt it, Zhang Yang's body suddenly pounced on the old man, the action was like a flash of wind and lightning, and the machete that flashed with a sharp cold light was on the old man's neck.

"Let him go!"

A cold young man was holding a sniper rifle in his hand, the heavy sniper rifle seemed to have no weight in that hand, as steady as Mount Tai, without the slightest movement, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the old man, at this time, Zhang Yang's whole body was bent behind the old man, and even the eyes were only exposed.

Obviously, the other party is the paranoid killer!

This is definitely an excellent killer, calm, steady, meticulously calculated, Zhang Yang is a little confused, why such an excellent killer would choose such a bad old man as a partner?

Of course, Zhang Yang didn't have time to think about these at this time.

"You put the gun down and I'll let him go!" Zhang Yang's eyes stared at this young man with a cold face without the slightest expression, he didn't dare to be careless, and even, he didn't even dare to blink his eyes, he wanted to observe his killing machine from the eyes of the young man, the eyes are the window of the human heart, whether it is evil or pure, it will leak out of that window, the only difference between people is that it is difficult for people with deep hearts to be detected, but there are still clues to be found.

The young man shook his head, his face resolute, and the sniper rifle in his hand was still pointed tightly in the direction of Zhang Yang.

"Why don't you retreat first?"

"No!" The young man's tone was resolute.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang found that now it was the same as in the alley, it had become a dead end, he didn't dare to kill the old man, and the young man didn't dare to shoot, and they didn't back down from each other.

"Kuang'er, you go, leave me alone, they are very powerful, go quickly......" The old man's voice was a little hoarse and trembling, and the flamboyant blade pressed against his neck had pierced the skin and shed blood.

The young man looked at the old man and shook his head expressionlessly.

"Kuang'er, he is also a killer, he is the real killer, you are not his opponent, you go quickly, I am an old life, and I am tired of life, go quickly......" The old man's anxious shape and words.

"No matter how powerful he is, I will not abandon you, you are my partner!" The young man's eyes lit up when he heard the old man's words, but he shook his head at last.

"Kuang'er...... I know...... I'm dragging you down, I'm hurting you, I don't listen to you...... If I only shoot once, they don't dare to rush up at all, you go, I'm old, I can't do it anymore, I'm not a killer anymore...... I'll take a step first......" The old man burst into tears, and Zhang Yang, who was standing behind the old man, felt his heart tighten, and he felt the old man's will to die.

"No!" The young man said sharply: "In this world, there is no reason for a son to abandon his father and flee for his life!" ”

"Father......" The old man was about to use Zhang Yang's sharp machete to wipe his neck, but when he heard the young man's words, he suddenly stopped, and looked at the young man opposite with a pair of cloudy eyes.

"Yes, you will always be my father, not my master, let alone my partner!" Young people are obviously not good at words, and one word at a time, but it makes people feel a kind of affirmative power.

"Kuang'er, I can hear your words, I'm enough, you go, after you leave, don't be a killer, find a wife and have a child, you are not suitable to be a killer......" The old man had a relieved expression.

(To be continued)