Chapter 28 Music Box 2

Kula Binhe Road.

The young man walked into a residential building humming a happy song. The road in front of the building was closed off by a fence with martial law signs, and he greeted the armed police by the fence in a friendly manner. The police gave him a cold glance from under their helmets and remained silent.

There were no lights in the deep hallway, and the young man slowly climbed up to the 13th floor and locked the door behind him when he entered the bathroom. Then he deftly removed the loosened iron window with his hands and feet, and the cold morning wind rushed in. In the distance, the Capitol building seemed to be shrouded in mist. He opened his travel bag, which contained metal accessories embedded in sponge foam. These accessories were combined one by one, and a strange looking sniper rifle took shape in his hand.

He inserted the optical scope into the slot, which reflected the towering building. In front of the door stood a marble warrior statue holding a flag high.

The young man took a deep breath and stuffed an earphone into his right ear hole. The high and low changing ringtones came from the earphones, tinkling and melodious, as if in the distance, the wind was stirring the wind chimes.

He looked at his watch and it was 6:30 in the morning.

It's a windy morning, "he murmured softly, carefully correcting his posture.

Lin walked out of the building, passing by the marble warrior sculptures carrying victory flags, and the cold morning wind came rushing towards him. It had just rained, and the old man's wheelchair was splashing extremely fine water droplets, with bodyguards surrounding him in front, back, left, and right.

Lin took a step back and looked up at the soldier who was about to plant the victory flag on the mountaintop. He had been shot in the chest and his expression was painful but resolute. He remembered the battle that was fought many years ago to establish this country, and thanked the artists for their persistent efforts. The roar of the soldiers and the red flag were still vivid. And the glory ends here, a new chapter will be opened today.

There seemed to be subtle wind chimes in the wind, making him feel like a frozen block of ice in his mind.

The head has been incorporated into the crosshair of the sight, and the muzzle moves extremely slowly with the wheelchair.

The young man exerted all his strength to control the muzzle of his gun, and his muscles operated like a precision machine tool. The gun seemed to move on a smooth track, and every ounce of force was used perfectly. He is very cautious, knowing that even a slight movement that is difficult to detect with the naked eye can cause the bullet point to deviate by more than one meter at a distance of 3000 meters.

The figures of the bodyguards were flickering. Most of the time, their black clothes occupied the field of vision, with a gray head occasionally flashing behind them.

The young man turned his gaze and placed his watch on the windowsill at 6:39:35 in the morning.

The delicate ringing of the bell was peaceful and distant in his ears, sometimes chaotic and chaotic, never stopping.

Faster, faster. Give me a moment, just a moment! "This voice echoed in his mind.

He can no longer speak or breathe.

Wind chimes? "Lin's body suddenly trembled.

Why are there wind chimes?

His gaze quickly shifted, and the last silver light caught his eye. That is about 100 meters away, and there is a small silver bell hanging from the height of the power pole, like a child's toy.

The bell has disappeared. At the moment Lin discovered the bell, the wind stopped.

Trembling ran through his spine like an electric current.

Get down! "Lin roared.

6:40 am.

The low orbit satellite Mercury slowly rises from the horizon. In the earphones, the music of the silver bell ends.

The flame at the muzzle flickered out, and in an instant, the bullet spun away from the muzzle. Time seemed to be slowed down dozens of times, and the shooter could even see the bullet detach from the muzzle with their own eyes. At the same time as completing the launch, he closed his eyes and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Theo, this is our difference

He stood up, not looking at the modified sniper rifle, quickly took off the fake beard on his upper lip, took off his coat, and flipped over completely. His appearance was changed in an instant. He hurriedly left the door and closed the bathroom with a lock in his backhand. He knew that this would buy him dozens of seconds, even if the other party found the shooting location, they would still need to break open the lock to confirm.

Lin stood there in a daze.

He wanted to pounce forward, knowing that the bullet from an unknown source would take another two seconds to reach. But he was blocked by the bodyguards at the end, and he had no chance at all.

The speaker turned around in surprise. He is a well-trained soldier, but his legs were mercilessly cut off by shrapnel from a battle many years ago. He never had a chance to turn back again, as a bullet shot into the back of his head and pierced through his forehead.

Lin saw a huge splash of bright red splashing in front of him. The speaker's skull seemed to hide a miniature bomb, and the flesh and blood on his entire face were crushed by the impact of the bullet and sprayed out. The flesh and blood drenched body convulsed and trembled in the wheelchair, lost control, and pounced forward, rolling out far and wide along the marble steps.

The rain drainage system is still working, and water is washing down the marble steps, flowing down with blood.

The bodyguards held guns and looked around in confusion. Lin silently looked towards the direction where the bullet was coming, and in the distance beyond his line of sight, he knew that someone's back was disappearing.

As the sirens whizzed across the Kura River Road, young people were reading a book on the departing bus. He was wearing a blue grey woolen duckbill cap, a simple hunting outfit, a face with distinct Asian lines, and a hint of laughter in his eyes.

The carriage was empty, only him and the elderly driver.

How noisy! What else do they want? The police and soldiers are like bandits! Isn't it peaceful now? What else do they want? "The old driver complained loudly.

The young man smiled faintly and continued flipping through books, as if the distant noise had no impact on him.

"It's rare to have children reading books these days. Are you a foreigner? What books do you read?" The old driver likes this guy.

The young man flipped over the cover of the book and found the title "My Motherland" written by Peng Baoji.

Full of innocent dreams, "the young man smiled," but it's really beautiful