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On the top floor lay six or seven elite French snipers, each with an FR-F2 sniper rifle in their hands.

This gun is an improvement of the FR-F1 7.62mm sniper rifle by the Getter company, due to the high shooting accuracy of the FR-F2 sniper rifle, it is one of the main equipment of the French anti-terrorist force, which is used to hit important targets at a long distance, such as the main figures among terrorists, hostage-taking key criminals, etc.

But now because of the obstruction of the glass and curtains of the bank building and the human shield, these elite snipers have become ornaments, and everyone is constantly rubbing the trigger with their fingers, and their palms are full of sweat, although they have aimed at the windows countless times, but no one dares to shoot, and a single blow that provokes the robbers to shoot hostages is the real trouble.

Several people were all stunned when they saw Shi Fan flying up from below, and their expressions were all about how did he come up? Chinese kung fu is too good.

In the stunned eyes of several people, Shi Fan came directly to a policeman and pulled the gun directly, the policeman did not dare to move, after all, he had been aiming for a long time, and he didn't dare to shoot, they were simply an ornament here, and now that Shi Fan is here, he is full of expectations for him, it can be said that Chinese kung fu has convinced these French people at this moment.

Shi Fan held a gun in his hand, looking at the window on the top floor of the bank, just because others can't see it doesn't mean that he can't see it, under his clairvoyance, the robber's hair can be seen very clearly.

There were six robbers, led by a bearded man with an AK, who was standing in the middle of the hall gesturing and saying something, except for him, who was bold and arrogant, and the other five were holding guns and using hostages as shields.

As if dissatisfied with the delay of the Paris police, the bearded man raised his hand and grabbed another hostage, pointed the gun in his hand at the opponent's head, and brought the mobile phone close to the muzzle of the gun, as if he wanted people outside to listen to it to form a deterrent.

Seeing this scene, Shi Fan didn't wait, he stood directly on the rooftop, flattened the gun, three points and one line, quickly calculated the wind speed, wind direction and gravity influence, locked the beard, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Horn!" A crisp gunshot pierced the sky, and everyone's hearts were raised to their throats, and at this moment everyone understood that Chinese kung fu can not only climb walls, but also shoot.

But this shot is too important, everyone upstairs and downstairs held their breath, this kind of moment does not matter the responsibility, because no one dares to stand up at all, it all depends on the success or failure of his shots, if it fails, no matter how awesome Chinese kung fu is, it will become the target of French criticism.

"Whoa!"

The window was shattered by bullets, penetrating the curtains, and before the bearded trigger could be pulled, he was directly shot in the head, blood sprayed, Bai Huahua's brain burst out, and the body fell to the ground.

"Horn horn!" Shi Fan followed with three more shots, and it didn't matter if the robbers had hostages, after all, they couldn't let the human shield block them all. In Yanjing, Shi Fan once used a domestic Type 85 sniper rifle to hit a hare in the heart from a distance of 1,500 meters, which was only 300 meters away, which was not difficult for him, and three more robbers were shot in the head.

It was only then that the two remaining robbers reacted, and one of the robbers pulled the hostages forward in a vain attempt to block him.

"Bang!" another shot rang out, the bullet shattered his cheek, blood sprayed the hostage's face, and the robber fell to the ground with his arms around the hostage.

"Bang!" Another shot was fired, and the robber who was not dead was shot in the head on the way to the ground, and the last robber was caught up by the bullet before he could run out of sight of the sniper rifle, and died violently in the heart.

At this point, all six robbers were killed, and the bloody scene frightened the hostages, who ran around screaming and becoming a pot of porridge.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The window was smashed open, and the commandos broke in, followed by the door being kicked open, and a large number of police officers poured in.

"Don't move, don't move!" the officers took aim, but when the muzzle of the gun scanned around, all six robbers were killed in a pool of blood, except for the panicked hostages.

The police officers were all dumbfounded, and their eyes looked at the upright Chinese man on the roof of the opposite building, their eyes full of awe.

Someone comforted the hostages, and someone reported the situation outside through the walkie-talkie.

There was an uproar at the scene, everyone was in disbelief, that Chinese really used a sniper rifle to kill all the robbers when the view was blocked, and the robbers had a meat shield, it is simply a myth.

After killing the robber, Shi Fan smiled casually, lifted the gun with one hand, proudly blew the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle, reached out and took out a cigarette, shook his hand and lit it, and gently blew out a puff of smoke at the sky.

The breeze was blowing, the slanting sun shrouded his body, the sunset set a layer of gold around him, the sun dragged his figure to the ground for a long time, and this yellow-skinned Oriental man became more and more majestic and tall in the eyes of people.

"oaa-c'est-ouf!" the blondes screamed, their eyes flashing with tiny stars.

"It's the god of war!" I don't know which Frenchman said, followed by the voice of "God of War".

"Brush!" both the police and the military couldn't help but salute the Chinese man, and everyone from the inside and outside of the building looked at the man.

"God of War, God of War!"

Everyone waved their arms and couldn't help but shout, and their voices were uniform, getting louder and louder!

"God of War, God of War!"

The loudest shouts and the hottest eyes were the blondes dressed in fashion and sexy, everyone looked at the man on the roof with adoration on their faces, and the female police officer Abby showed a different smile on her face and waved her arms and shouted, "God of War, God of War!"

For a time there were such shouts everywhere in the square, because everyone knew that this man had protected dozens of civilians, dozens of families, and at the moment he was a hero of Paris.

"Damn, pretending to be big. Shi Fan pretended to put his hand on his forehead and rushed down to give a military salute, turned around and was just about to come down, several snipers came over, looked at the god in their hearts with reverence, and then slowly raised his arm and saluted Shi Fan.

"Chinese Kung Fu!" A policeman raised his big finger at Shi Fan, speaking in Chinese, and several snipers stepped forward to shake hands with the god in their hearts with great reverence.

Shi Fan returned the gun to the house, chatted with a few people, and walked down the fire ladder to the front of the bank.

The bomb disposal team and the fire brigade had already rushed in, and after technical scanning, two bombs were found in the building, and when the Ottoman director knew the news, his eyes looked at the Chinese youth more solemnly, and he knew that this young man had saved him, otherwise the entire building might be razed to the ground.