Yang Zhonghua has been searching, repeatedly observing, searching and locking on the target, and eliminating it after judgment to prevent mistakes.

Suddenly, Yang Jia, who had been quiet and had not moved, reached out and pulled the corner of his clothes. Yang Zhonghua took his eyes off the scope, looked at his son with a forced smile, and said, "Yang Jia, are you bored? Hold on for a while, Dad will be fine soon, and then take you to McDonald's, okay?"

Yang Jia shook his head, ripped off the earphone cable, and pursed his lower lip.

"What's the matter? Isn't there anything uncomfortable? There's no sun over there, you can go over there, you don't have to accompany your father. Yang Zhonghua tried his best to soften his voice so that his son would not feel the tense atmosphere before the killing.

Yang Jia still shook his head, and suddenly whispered, "Dad, Uncle Gan." ”

Yang Zhonghua's whole body suddenly passed through a coolness, and the hairs on his arms stood up! In a panic, his fingers trembled and he subconsciously wanted to pull the trigger.

Then he woke up with his extraordinary reaction, stiffly moved his fingers from the board machine, and asked in a slumber voice, "Uncle Gan?

Yang Jia nodded and said, "I saw it." Well, no, I didn't see it, but I felt it, and he was nearby. ”

Yang Zhonghua was shocked into a cold sweat on his back, even though the sun was shining, in broad daylight, he still couldn't feel the warmth of the sun, he only felt the cold wind behind him, and it was indescribably cold. Looking at the sky, it is the scorching sun, the clouds are in the sky, and the sky is clear, just look at the past, the sky is clear, there is no shadow, but the place that can be seen with the naked eye, but there is some kind of unknown existence, to this seemingly bright and infinite sky with a dark shadow that the naked eye cannot see. Maybe just behind a certain cloud—maybe more clouds—there is an imperceptible being looking down on all beings, participating in the lives of normal people in the most insidious way.

Uncle Gan in Yang Jia's mouth is also there?

Gan Lin, this departed partner, does he really exist in some way of existence that he can't understand at all, or is it just Xiao Yang Jia's hallucination?

If it is the latter, Yang Jia's body is even more worrying, there is no fresh blood supply from Yang Yi, or his conjecture from the beginning of the day is wrong, how long can his son last? and if it is the former...... Is there really such an inexplicable thing in this world? After a person dies, it really won't die, and it will exist in some special way, so that it can be felt by a person with a special physique like Yang Jia?

Even though he had the extraordinary strength of a special sniper, Yang Zhonghua was still shocked and frightened by the information coming out of Yang Jia's mouth for a while. The deceased can still appear, this ......

After settling down, Yang Zhonghua cautiously asked his son, "Son, where is Uncle Gan?"

Yang Jia frowned in confusion, turned his head to look in all directions, and pouted in disappointment, "I can feel it, but I can't see it." It's weird, I saw him last time. He was always there for me when I came here by train. ”

Yang Zhonghua heard more and more chills all over his body, and he didn't dare to ask how Gan Lin followed Yang Jia on the train, so he only dared to ask in a low voice: "Can you feel it...... In which direction is your Uncle Gan?"

Yang Jia stood up and poked his head out to look out. Yang Zhonghua was taken aback, for fear that he would expose his traces, so he hurriedly pressed his little head down and said, "Just show it to Dad." ”

Yang Jia closed his eyes, turned his head in a very unskilled jerky movement to feel, and the back of his head stopped and faced in one direction, and stretched out his hand: "There!"

Yang Zhonghua put his eyes on the scope and looked in the direction that Yang Jia was pointing.

There, the eyes are still ordinary people. After magnifying the locking distance of the scope, an ordinary man appeared in the mirror, with an ordinary height, ordinary appearance, and ordinary clothes, a middle-aged man about forty years old who was so ordinary that he could no longer be ordinary, with a Mediterranean-style scalp with severe hair loss on the top of his head, and it was an inconspicuous existence wherever he was placed, and Yang Zhonghua couldn't even detect anything special about him. ...,

But the next moment, Yang Zhonghua's pupils contracted violently, and he saw what was different about him!

As if he had been smeared with some kind of fluorescent potion, his brain slowly lit up in the sunlight, like a strange fluorescent lamp. It's like a sea in the dark night, a lighthouse suddenly appears, and it is so abrupt and conspicuous in the middle of a piece of the brain that will not shine!

Then his head darkened again, no longer shining, but a mark appeared in the void above his head.

The mark has a bullseye-like shape, and anyone who has played any first-person shooter game will be familiar with it. When Yang Zhonghua looked at this standard style, he felt even more familiar. Because this bullseye mark, in addition to having a cross-shaped horizontal scale, has a number in the center, six!

When Gan Lin was still there before, Yang Zhonghua's Thunder Commando was not disbanded. At that time, Thunder had seven members, Yang Zhonghua himself was the seventh, and Gan Lin was the sixth. Yang Zhonghua even clearly remembered that on the night of the establishment of the commando, a group of seven friends went to the bar to pour wildly, Gan Lin drank too much, and slapped the table in the private room and shouted: "I will choose No. 6, 66 Shun, this number is auspicious!

That scene reappeared clearly in front of him, Yang Zhonghua's eyes suddenly became wet, and the painted body with the word No. 7 painted on his right shoulder once again felt a faint pain, as if he was back to the night when he was drunk again.

No. 6, there is a six-number target mark in the bull's-eye, which is the unique mark of Ganlin. The man was particularly adept at infiltration, reconnaissance, anti-submarine and assassination, and when the situation was not conducive to reporting, he always liked to leave such marks in the hidden places that everyone had agreed upon.

You can't be wrong, it's Ganlin!

Gan Lin, my comrade-in-arms Gan Lin!

The bold Ganlin, the fearless Ganlin, the Ganlin who blocks bullets for himself, the Ganlin who has passed away!

Yang Zhonghua began to tremble, first his fingers trembled, his palms trembled, and his forearms trembled, all the way to the whole body like electricity, driving the whole body, so that the whole body trembled violently.

Suddenly realized, it hit like lightning.

It turns out that no matter what kind of Gan Lin, no matter what he has become, he is just his partner Gan Lin!

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Mom...... When I wrote the plot of Ganlin, I was blowing the air conditioner, and the cold wind blew on my body, and I was thinking of some weird plots in my heart, but I was scared a lot. Goosebumps: That's a wave of blow-ups.

It's still "Happy Life", and the plot is sunny.

I won't write this type of book anymore...... Tears run............ ，