Anti-Japanese sniper action

Chapter 569

"presidential palace?"

Zhao Zilong snorted coldly and asked, "What about the president?"

"This?" The Er Gouzi opened his mouth wide and was a little stunned when he heard it, and then he became a little confused, "President, isn't it changed every four years? Why do I remember so much..."

Although the other Er Gouzi didn't speak, their expressions were also not good-looking.

"I want to go in to interview and take pictures, get out of the way, waste time, only you are asking."

After glancing at a few people, Zhao Zilong put on a serious face, took out the prepared fake documents and waved them in front of them, and then walked in without waiting for their reaction.

Those two dogs were stunned, not knowing what to do. They put down the barrels, but they looked like they were dragging a broom while holding the guns.

Er Gouzi, who was asking the question just now, saw the back of Zhao Zilong walking away, but suddenly shouted: "Come back, come back!"

But Zhao Zilong didn't seem to have heard of it, he didn't care about it, he only cared about moving forward.

As he walked and observed the movement around him, he remembered the last time he sneaked into the presidential palace.

At that time, he hid in the bottom of the truck in advance to avoid inspection and enter it.

However, that time he went directly to the parking lot near the lobby, and later went to the Zichao Building to catch the Devil Commander's tribute wine.And when I came out, because I was driving a truck and it was at night, I was not very clear about the surrounding environment.

Suddenly, when Zhao Zilong walked less than 100 meters, he saw three small black cars driving in from the gate.

The three small cars circled around the flower pond in the Presidential Palace for more than half a circle before stopping, and then the doors opened one after another, and several dignified people came out from inside.

"Who is that person?" Zhao Zilong's eyes froze, he looked around quickly, and immediately hid behind a few big trees.

As the crowd in the car came out one after another, he found that the largest number of them were actually Japanese!

However, according to the photos provided by Yang Tielan and the impressions in the newspapers, Zhao Zilong quickly locked on one of the Chinese people.

Correct!
It's that handsome man with 'lots of cream' on his face.

If there is no mistake, this person is the number one traitor of Tianzihao, and there is no doubt that the traitor Wang Jing is false!
Zhao Zilong's expression changed, and his hands tightened.His heart began to pound. How could such a big target be so negligent?
Zhao Zilong is now hiding in the dark, and no one is paying attention, so he quietly put his hand on the pistol in his arms.

He chose the gold-plated Browning gifted by Li Zongren.

Today, he felt that it was worth the money to use this gun to kill Wang Jingpu!
No matter how despised Wang Jingpu was, he was one of the "Four Princes of the Republic of China" who swept the country back then.

That Wang Jingxuan got out of the car, and under the guard of a group of Japanese, he walked towards the gate in a graceful manner.

But their direction was facing Zhao Zilong.

Wang Jingxuan's hair is shiny and parted in the middle. From a distance, it looks like a hero who is pretentious.

Zhao Zilong kept staring at the other party, his hand holding the gun began to tremble slightly.

It wasn't his fear or excitement, but his body's instinctive reaction.

This made him a little puzzled, but this had never happened in the past few years of assassin career in the previous world.

Could it be that the goal has gone wrong?

Zhao Zilong frowned, then shook his head lightly, probably not, this traitor of Tianzi name, a big traitor who everyone can punish, who can remember wrong?

100 meters, 90 meters, 80 meters, he constantly corrected the distance and the direction of the gun through visual inspection.

If within 50 meters of pistol range, he will shoot decisively!
70 meters, 60 meters, Zhao Zilong silently recorded the distance in his heart.It seems that today is destined to be a day written in history.

At this moment, he couldn't help thinking that in far away Europe, Princip, the assassin who assassinated the Crown Prince of Austria, was such a young assassin, only a 19-year-old passionate youth.

How did you calmly fire seven shots in a row?
Of course, the 19-year-old Serbian hot-blooded youth was later found out to be a member of the Mafia, that is, a member of a Serbian national salvation organization, after a long period of premeditation.

Just at the critical point of his thinking, at this time the exciting figure-the great assassin Wang Jingpu who assassinated the former Qing regent, entered within 50 meters of his shooting range.

Zhao Zilong pursed his mouth tightly, his eyes turned cold, and he calmly raised his pistol.

In the front sight of the pistol, a person's face slowly appeared, and it became bigger and bigger.

At this time, Zhao Zilong's heart was suddenly as calm as a lake.

However, at this critical moment, a person got out of the second car.

When Zhao Zilong caught sight of it from the corner of his eye, he raised his eyebrows suddenly, and quickly stopped the gun that was about to be pulled.

If the previous Wang Jingxuan was handsome, then this one is even more handsome.If the previous one was painted with cream, then the latter one was at least twice as much as the previous one.

If the parted hair of the previous one is shiny, the one behind is simply shiny.

"How could there be two fake Wang Jings at the same time and place?"

Zhao Zilong was surprised for a moment.

What's even more exasperating is that at this moment, a Japanese came up from behind quietly and raised his hand to the 'Wang Jingxu' behind him!
"Chairman Wang!" The short Japanese said respectfully, "Central Japan has sent troops to welcome Chairman Wang, who is waiting for Fuji Ichiro on behalf of him for a long time!"

"Excuse me." Although he looked dusty, this 'Wang Jingxu' still had a meticulous conversation with the Japanese before preparing to leave.

Before leaving, 'Wang Jingxu' took a picture of the Japanese.

After the Japanese saluted, he hurriedly surrounded him.

In an instant, Zhao Zilong locked onto the target behind him.Assassination is not the same as a duel, and the best plan is to try not to let the other party find out.

But one second before the trigger was pulled, the unlucky Japanese used his fat pig-like body to cover the key parts of the two Wang Jingps.

If he shoots at this time, Zhao Zilong can still hit the target.But the meaning of assassination has been lost, because he cannot guarantee that the target will be killed with one shot.

After that, the unlucky Japanese escorted the two 'Wang Jingfu' to the inner room of the presidential palace in a backward posture.

Zhao Zilong frowned, his cold eyes fixed on the figure that disappeared in the distance.

Afterwards, he quickly put away the pistol, and then looked at the distance, where there was already a row of devil soldiers and Er Gouzi guarding them.

It was daytime now, and if he wanted to get close, he would be easily spotted.

After thinking about it, Zhao Zilong walked out resentfully.

"Hey! Show your ID."

When he passed the gate of the presidential palace, the nerves of the two dog guards at the gate suddenly tensed up.

"idiot!"

Zhao Zilong was holding back his anger, cursed in the devil's language, and kicked one of them down.

This kick is very technical, because he directly kicked the opponent's crotch.That Er Gouzi didn't even have the energy to complain.

However, when Zhao Zilong was about to leave, a ghost patrol came out from inside.

Seeing Zhao Zilong beating Er Gouzi, these devils immediately surrounded him and raised the three-eighth cap in their hands.

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