Why can you judge at a glance that you are now a killer and not a special police officer on a mission, the reason is very simple, in this era of looking at faces, appearance shows everything.

The four decorators were all fierce and vicious, with a face full of flesh, and they almost wrote the word 'bad guy' on their faces when they looked at it again.

In the TV series, what the bastards who can't live for two minutes look like, they are what they look like.

This is not good news for Russell, who is now in a relationship with the four, and if they don't survive more than two minutes, then Russell is now in a dangerous situation.

"System, where is this? What is my specific identity? What is the mission? ”

Russell said silently in his heart, but the system was as if it was disconnected, and it didn't squeak.

The system didn't reply, and Russell had no choice but to act at the opportunia. In fact, he was mentally prepared for this, and in the first two mission worlds, at the beginning, the system did not tell where the mission world was.

The only difference is that the world of the first two missions is clear at a glance, and he can guess where he is without being prompted.

And now......

Russell looked at the middle-aged man who was red crossed in the photo, with obvious facial features, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, a wide head, and a large back, typical European and American faces.

A black-and-white photo can't provide too many clues, except for the analysis that the target man has the temperament of a big man, nothing else can be found.

Russell looked at the scope, and in the office on the lower floor of the building opposite, the target man's 'big back' was impressive, and there was only one person in this office on the upper and lower floors, and it was easy to find him.

The big back is very vigilant, perhaps out of habit, or perhaps because he has noticed something, he hides his body in the side of the office cabinet, and it is very difficult to snipe.

Russell shook the tip of the gun slightly, and an Indian woman appeared in the scope, and the red auspicious mole on her forehead was so conspicuous that Russell couldn't help but aim his crosshairs there.

Just like the national emblem on the helmet of the Japanese army during the Anti-Japanese War, the perfect sniper bull's-eye, anyone who sees it will subconsciously aim at it. It's like when a male compatriot sees a small stain in the middle of porcelain white when he is booing, he can't help but shake it.

According to the United Nations Bureau of Statistics, 250% of men have done this, even if some of them split up and used shotguns!

Boom!

A gunshot rang out, and the woman in the scope was shot to death, the bullet pierced through her forehead, and her head exploded like a balloon...... It's all over the screen.

"Cool!"

"Well done!"

"Boss, you're in the middle of the heart, you're too accurate."

Russell gasped slightly, put down the sniper rifle in his hand, and his stomach turned upside down, listening to the cruel conversation between the four people, his face was even more chilled. He was even more convinced that his current identity was definitely not a good bird, because the woman who was shot in the head was not the target, and the reason why she was sniped was to expose the big back hidden behind the office cabinet.

"The target appears, kill him!"

As planned, Big Back pushed open the office door and fled out the hallway. At this moment, as if he had opened a hanging, four guns fired one after another, and not a single bullet hit him.

Russell thinks it's normal for this, the sharpshooters in the movie are all deceitful, and the cost of cultivating a good sniper is not as good as that of a pilot, but it is not far off. And the four people around him are not excellent snipers no matter how you look at them, sniping at moving targets, it is better to start a burst of fire and sweep and try your luck.

"Shit, he got away."

"That guy was running so fast, I saw a shadow, and in a flash he was gone."

"Hi Russell, why didn't you shoot?" In the midst of the complaints, the boss of the team asked questioning, he was the one who blew the woman's head just now.

The beard wears a third-level helmet in the chicken, one that looks like a welder's helmet, but it is actually a titanium alloy helmet for special forces.

Russell didn't reply, he couldn't find a reason to shoot, he didn't even know the identity of the big back. Besides, even if he shoots, it is impossible to hit the situation just now.

The bearded questioning provided Russell with useful information that in this world, he continued to use his real name, whether or not he replaced someone with the same name, at least he was not a black household.

"Russell, I'm asking you, answer my question, why don't you shoot?" Beard asked again, this time in a disgruntled tone.

Russell remained motionless, maintaining his previous movements, looking at the scope and suddenly speaking: "Wait, he's back!" ”

"Who!?"

"Our target, he ran down the hallway, very fast...... Really fast. Russell looked up in amazement and looked at the building opposite.

finally escaped from the ascension, but took the initiative to return, and thought that he would die for a long time?

Hearing this, the bearded beard subconsciously turned around, and the other three were like him, and then they saw a scene that they would never forget. Big Back ran all the way down the hallway, straight into the office, and then smashed the tempered glass, and the back of his butt flew in mid-air as if nitrogen was turned on.

Russell was dumbfounded, the distance between the two buildings, to say the least, was 30 meters, the big back had no wings on his body, and he wanted to rush over by jumping off a building, unless he had a Leken supercar.

In the next second, Russell was slapped in the face, and Newton, Galileo, Einstein and others were also slapped in the face, and their coffin boards were pried open again.

Newton lay back with a calm face, pulled up the coffin board, and said that he was used to it, and that next time he would not bother him about such a trivial matter.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The big-backed man let out a pig-killing scream in the air, slid over an impossible distance, and drew two pistols before the momentum stopped. A Beretta 92F, an old-fashioned flintlock pistol with a body length of more than 30 cm, Beretta 92F fired two shots in an instant, killing two killers who looked at God one after another.

The flintlock pistol shot an even more exaggerated projectile, and the beard hid behind a pillar of cement, a safe angle, while he was still dead, killed from the most unlikely side angle. Russell was right next to him, swearing with his bearded brain that the projectile had turned.

The third-level helmet didn't bring good luck to the beard, if it was a Beretta 92F 9MM bullet, maybe he would still be able to make a profit, but the old-fashioned flintlock pistol, the projectile fired was extremely powerful, and it directly pierced the helmet.

The big back head fell into the second floor, and the pig-like cry stopped abruptly, he only fired three shots, and exploded three heads, still moving at high speed in mid-air, and there was no one in this marksmanship.

On the top floor, only the stunned Russell and the last killer who was also stunned, this man wore goggles, so he called him goggles.

"A bullet that can turn...... This world ......" Russell probably guessed the world he was in, and when he came back to his senses, he broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly squatted down with a sniper rifle, leaning his back against the cement fence on the top floor.

When the big back shot was fired, everyone was in a daze the whole time, so that the trigger was not pulled, and neither did Russell. In other words, he had previously brushed shoulders with death and survived with a two-in-five chance.

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In order to prove that I am a street fighter, I will update a 'street fighting diary' every day in the future, also known as 'street fighting writer self-encouragement chicken soup'!

【Street Diary】

You only have tens of thousands of words now, and it's normal for no one to read them, and when you have more words, you'll find that no one reads them.