Malenkov hung up.

In full view, he was hit in the head by a 338 caliber Rapp-Magnum rifle bullet. In addition to its accuracy, this bullet has another characteristic, that is, it is powerful. So much so that the handsome head was blasted to smithereens.

The shattered brain tissue fell down like a puddle of mud.

Malenkov's accomplices were also dumbfounded on the spot, obviously saying that it was safe, why did they hang up as soon as they appeared? Still hanging so badly? The heads were broken.

Stunned, the first bullet of gunfire rang out.

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, Malenkov's sudden death was like an order. The police sniper, who had long occupied the best position, subconsciously believed that someone had been authorized to fire. Now the murderer is stunned, and it is a perfect opportunity to shoot.

In the next moment, several more bullets were fired, accurately hitting two of Malenkov's accomplices.

For the people at the scene, they only heard a few weak gunshots under the roar of the helicopter's rotors, so the three murderers on the opposite side fell to the ground one after another. Especially the leader who died the worst, and his head was gone.

The media reporters present were all stunned, and their first reaction was that 'the police were careless about human life and forcibly assaulted without regard for the safety of the hostages'.

The two hostages fell to the ground as soon as the shots rang out. One of them was more daring, and was splashed with blood, but he mustered up the courage to run out. The other was stunned for a long time, and when he looked back, he saw that the three murderers were all hanging, but he simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

The hostages are fine, the murderers are all hanging, this is a successful operation!

A series of applause and cheers rang out ...... snap bang bang.

The reporter in charge of the live broadcast immediately changed his tune, loudly described the whole process of the incident he saw on the camera, and excitedly praised the Brussels police for their decisive action and superb skills, and perfectly resolved the crisis at the moment when the murderer was about to escape.

The audience watching the live broadcast screamed and shouted in front of the screen, this thrilling duel is still the victory of good over evil after all. The police won a perfect victory, which can be called a classic case.

Countless 'brick families' have already prepared a full stomach full of professional words, waiting to evaluate the handling methods of the Brussels special police in this emergency.

For example, the appearance of helicopters must have been to interfere with the audio-visual of the murderer.

Agreeing to the conditions of the murderer is even more paralyzing the opponent's psychological tactics.

The bullet that accurately killed Malenkov at the beginning is the most exaggerated, and how much psychological pressure does the sniper who fired this bullet have to withstand in order to kill the murderer who controls the hostages with one blow? It's definitely a superhero!

It's just that in the old cripple's surveillance, the senior police officer who commanded the scene can be heard scolding on the radio, "Who? Who is it? Who fired the shot? ”

"The second group reported that the second shot we fired hit the last uncovered target."

"Four groups reported that we hit the second target's brainstem to ensure that the hostages were not harmed."

"A set of reports, we had a bad range of fire, no shots were fired."

After a round of questioning, the senior police officer did not hear anyone admit to firing the first shot. The police in charge of the siege were rushing forward, and soon reported the good news that the hostages were safe and all the murderers had been killed. He had to keep his mouth shut and stop asking.

At this time, the scene eased, and media reporters flocked to break through the outer blockade and squeeze in. A small number of people went to photograph the body of the murderer, and most of the reporters flocked to the police officer in command, shouting congratulations on his perfect solution to a hostage crisis.

At this time, it is impossible to deny the correctness of this first shot.

Facing the reporter's microphone, the police officers seemed to be surrounded by them. Outside this encirclement, the old butler Max was stunned and stunned. He saw Malenkov's head explode with his own eyes, and saw all his arrangements come to naught.

How so?

The police took the money but didn't do anything.

No, they still do things after receiving money.

Seconds later, Max Sr.'s cell phone rang. He looked at the number and knew that something was in trouble, but he had to get through. Old Caroling's roar came from the other end of the line, "How did Malenkov die?" I saw him die on the live footage. That's him, right? ”

In the study of Carolingian Manor, the old Carolingian holding the microphone still had a hint of expectation. He hoped that Max, who had followed him for decades, did not mess things up, and perhaps only changed his plans temporarily, found a substitute for the dead, and put on makeup for the police to shoot him.

In this way, the police benefited, and Malenkov lived.

But the low, hoarse voice of old Max came over the phone, "I'm sorry, Mr. Caroling. It was Malenkov who was killed. I don't know exactly what has changed, but I have communicated with the police. But I'm really sorry......"

Old Carolingian held the microphone and his arm hung limply. On the TV screen in front of him, the TV reporter was hurriedly asking questions, and the senior police officer who was interviewed was a little incoherent, but still admitted that he had ordered the fire.

If you don't admit it, you can't do it!

This 'honor' must be grasped.

And on the old Caroling's big desk, a cold voice came from the hands-free mobile phone, "It's that kid." ”

"Who?" Old Caroling's gaze turned to the phone.

"Zhou Qingfeng, or Victor. Hugo. The cold voice continued, "Regardless of his name, he must have fired that shot anyway." That kid is very bold, and his ability must not be underestimated. ”

"That kid dared to return to the scene and engage in sniping?" Old Caroling's stunned look at the screen, he hurriedly grabbed the microphone of the landline, and shouted urgently: "Max, our target should be on the scene." That shot was most likely fired by him. ”

Not a police sniper?

Old Max was also shocked when he heard this. But if all possibilities are excluded, no matter how unbelievable the remaining reasons are, it is the only result - Zhou Qingfeng came to rob the police of the credit.

"Max, immediately have the police send someone to track down the source of the gunshot. That kid should be near the hotel site, no more than five hundred meters away. Old Caroling's voice shouted as he held the microphone on his landline, because the cold voice on the phone was urging.

The senior police officer who commanded the scene had a ghost in his heart and failed to track down the details of the 'source of the gunshot' in the first place. By the time Old Max reacted, more than a minute had passed.

Looking at the senior police officials surrounded by reporters, Lao Max could only squeeze over to see if he could communicate with the other party again - now that the police are under no pressure, it is only difficult to make the other party work hard.

And a minute earlier, the white-haired old lady had stared through a telescope at Malenkov's exit from the underground parking lot, and had watched the notorious killer smile in the direction of the media — and the shots rang out.

The bullets fired by the SSG-69 can reach a high muzzle velocity of more than 900 meters per second, and the trajectory is low. The warhead flew at a distance of 400 meters in less than half a second. Almost as soon as the white-haired old lady heard the gunshot, the target's head was shattered.

The sudden gunfire startled the white-haired old lady, and her ears were ringing. But the shooting effect was unexpectedly good, beyond her imagination. Especially after Zhou Qingfeng fired, the police snipers also shot at the same time, and the three murderers were killed on the spot.

"Let's go."

There was no time to admire Zhou Qingfeng's talent in shooting, let alone blame this kid for shooting without any reminder, the white-haired old lady directly ordered Zhou Qingfeng to evacuate.

As long as the police snipers in front of them were not stupid, they would have been able to tell that the first shot was fired from their rear. As long as the opponent turns around, they can aim at it.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly disassembled the rifle, loaded it into the gun box, and quickly left with the white-haired old lady. When the two returned to the street from the house where the shooting was held, they saw a large number of onlookers talking to each other.

Some people on the street heard the gunshots and looked curiously at Zhou Qingfeng, who was carrying a gun case - fortunately, his appearance was that of a young Westerner, and he was not very noticeable.

After walking for a distance, Zhou Qingfeng and the two returned to the modified 'Volkswagen'. The old cripple smiled at them with a listening earphone: "Well done, those policemen are stunned." Still, there are people who realize that the source of the gunfire is not right, and we can't stay. ”

"By car, let's leave Brussels." The white-haired old lady called up the map on her mobile phone and quickly determined the route.

Zhou Qingfeng started the engine, twisted the steering wheel and quickly hit the road. He was calm on the surface, but in fact his heart was surging. The moment he shot, his mind was engrossed, like a flash of inspiration. It was as if it was not his brain at all that pulled the trigger, but the finger himself.

This long-distance shot was like a god, and the effect shocked Zhou Qingfeng himself. He was not surprised that Malenkov had died a tragic death, but after seeing the sniping in countless movies, he still expressed disbelief in his ability to take out his opponent from hundreds of meters away.

Terrible!

It's horrible!

Zhou Qingfeng put himself in Malenkov's position, thinking that if he faced this shot without warning, he would also be killed on the spot. Even he was excited and palpitating now, for fear that his elated self would be hit by a bullet from nowhere in the next second.

When the 'Volkswagen' drove on the highway, the three people in the car breathed a sigh of relief. The white-haired old lady was slightly relieved from the tinnitus caused by the gunshot, she patted Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder and said, "Kid, you are really talented. I've never seen anyone learn to snipe as quickly as you do. ”

In fact, Malenkov was too proud. After he thought he was safe, he walked out of the exit of the underground parking lot and stopped to get the attention of the media. Zhou Qingfeng didn't even need to calculate the amount in advance, and after determining the distance, he also determined the crosshair, and took it away with one shot.

Regarding his ability, Zhou Qingfeng also sighed: "I was even a little afraid that I would face long-distance sniping that day. Once locked, there is no way to escape at all. ”

Hahaha...... white-haired old lady shook her head with a smile, "So you still have to learn a lot." For people like us, secrecy is paramount.

Child, your worst ability is to be secretive, you are too high-profile. Although sometimes being high-profile is also a manifestation of power, but now you are not suitable for high-profile. ”

Zhou Qingfeng suddenly laughed, he also realized that he was indeed too high-profile, and everything he did made too much movement. But the old cripple said fairly, "If you can solve the goal and complete the task, why not be high-profile?" Don't worry too much about it. ”

The white-haired old lady turned her head in the passenger seat, glanced at the old cripple, and then whispered and smiled at Zhou Qingfeng: "So this guy is a gendarme, and I am a killer." Our style of action is destined to be completely different. ”

Some people are happy, some people are unhappy, and after knowing that he has lost his right-hand man and will lose his great fame, old Carolingian seems to be a teenager old, and leans back in the study chair with hatred. He was furious at the moment, not in years.

A sigh came from the phone on the desktop, and the cold voice said dissatisfiedly: "Caroling, it seems that you can't deal with that kid on your own."

"Shut up!" Old Carolinge yelled, "I don't know what you are. But you're just a rat hiding in the gutter now, and your abilities are terrifying, but you're not in a position to judge my success or failure.

I've been running a family for more than 30 years, and I've had more difficulties than you might think. I have a huge network, I have abundant funds, and I have countless manpower and material resources to spend. Just a Victor. Hugo can't beat me. ”

The sharp scolding seemed to tear his face, and there was a creaking sound like grinding teeth from the phone. But the cold voice still forcibly restrained, and continued: "Caroling, do you want to know what kind of secret that piece of metal hides? ”

The so-called 'energy cube' is almost the heart disease of old Caroling, and mentioning it is like pinching the seven inches of a poisonous snake.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Old Caroling, who was emotionally outbursting, sat up and said in a deep voice: "I also advise you to be sensible." You can't even fool a fool with your nonsense, and if you want to cooperate with me, you have to be honest. ”

"The original form of that piece of metal was a ring." The cold voice sneered, "I can let you get some special abilities from that ring." Of course...... you need to pay a price. ”