My ceo wife

"Cover me! Come on, come on

Ma Xuejun, holding his wounded body, climbed to the window and put up his huge sniper rifle. A glance. Intuition is a shot. Adjust the angle, flash to find the windowsill as a shelter.

Ma Xuejun knew that Shen Lang was going to the opposite building to find the two snipers, and he did not dare to neglect them. At the same time, he also found that the two killers of the shadow group foreshadowed the waves. We're sniping. While climbing toward the roof of the building, sniping Ma Xuejun from the staircase windows of each floor.

Shen Lang dashed into the opposite building. He was wearing broken tempered glass, which happened to be a western restaurant in Lin Chaoxian's chain. He picked up a few knives and forks from the dining table. Open the main gate of the restaurant. In this way, the whole building was electrified and the elevator was opened by the way.

It's on the radio. Ma Xuejun exclaimed: "16th floor!"

Shen Lang gets into the elevator and presses a button on the 15th floor

After a while. The elevator reaches the 15th floor, Ding Dong! Let's hear it. The elevator door opens and the sound control light in the stairwell opens.

In the mirror elevator. Poof, a sniper bullet fell into the steel plate, leaving only one bullet.

The elevator is facing the window of the stairs. There is a killer of shadow group standing on the ground. There are lots of equipment on the ground. It's a high-tech thing that hijacks the radio. Ma Xuejun disclosed it to shenlang on the 16th floor. For convenience, he knew that shenlang would get off at the 15th floor. Before that, he had been waiting for him with a big sniper. During this period, the elevator did not stop on other floors.

But the killer in the sight is still in a daze. With such a close and bright sniper, he kills Shen Lang like searching for something, but There's no one in the elevator.

It turned out that after Shen Lang pressed the elevator on the 15th floor, he didn't really take the elevator, but ran up the stairs all the way.

When the killer heard the footsteps, he turned the sniper rifle from the elevator and aimed at the stairway. In the sight, he clearly saw that a bright knife had come.

The assassin frowned and rolled down. After avoiding the knife, Yu Guang caught a glimpse that the waves had rushed out of the stairs.

Shua Shua! Three more knives came at a gallop.

The assassin pulled the trigger, hesitated, sniped the next knife, threw away the big sniper, and took out a paratrooper knife from his waist.

By this time, the waves had settled in front of them.

When! A clear cold weapon confrontation.

Stab! There are sparks everywhere. The momentum and explosive power of the waves are all used on this knife. There was only a click, the parachute knife banged, and the other side's solid parachute knife cracked. With the sound just now, the killer felt numb.

Bang! Shen Lang was standing while the killer was kneeling. Raising his thigh was a straight kick. He kicked a man with a weight of more than 100 Jin to float. The paratrooper knife in his hand cut the killer's trachea.

If the sniper aspect, the killer and Shen Lang equally, then in the close combat, no doubt he suffered a big loss.

After the first one is done, the remaining killers and Ma Xuejun already know.

"The 19th floor!"

Shen Lang did not neglect, picked up the sniper gun to go upstairs, when the whole building fell into darkness again. A second ago, the killer upstairs cut off the line of the whole building.

Shen Lang snorted and looked back. There was a fire box in the stairwell. He smashed the lock with the butt of his gun and picked up a fire axe and a flashlight from inside.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Lang came to the 19th floor.

The 19th floor is a business office building with dozens of cells. Although there is no electricity, there are still some lines of sight in the secluded light outside. We can't tell which cell the killer is hiding in.

Shen Lang pressed the flashlight on the door behind him with one hand, turned it on, shook his hand and threw it out.

The flashlight flashed a bright arc in the office, illuminated the office for a second, then fell to the ground with a click.

Shen Lang knew that. The paratrooper turned between his right index finger in autumn night and threw his hand towards the 60 degree grid.

In this way, the location of the waves is exposed.

The assassin, who is about 60 degrees away, suddenly gets up. After the parachute knife flies away, he smiles slightly and aims the muzzle of the gun at Shen Lang's head.

Just when he was ready to pull the trigger, something unexpected happened to the killer. A cold and piercing parachute knife penetrated his bulletproof vest. Although it didn't sink in a lot, it was still injured.

The killer moved slightly, and suddenly found the mystery inside. It turned out that there was a thin metal wire behind the flying parachute knife, which caused the physical phenomenon of the arc of the knife.

When he realized it was bad, it was already bad. The paratroopers were entangled on his bulletproof vest in autumn, and they were controlled by the waves like a puppet.

Shen Lang gently drags the thin thread of his fingertip, steps out with an arrow, jumps on the desk and pours on the killer like a ghost.

The killer had to adjust his angle and snipe the waves. But at this time, the parachute knife stuck behind suddenly, while the pain in the heart, forced the killer to aim at the error.At this time, Shen Lang came in front of him again, standing high on the desk in front of him.

There was no reason for the killer's panic. In the dark, the figure was too tall, and the weapon in his hand was fierce.

Shen Lang waved a huge fire axe more than one meter long, lowered the center of gravity, exhausted all his strength, and slashed down at the foot of the killer.

The killer was shocked and instinctively raised his sniper rifle to resist the attack.

Bang! Click!

Two sharp metal collision sounds, the killer was stunned.

The fire axe seemed to split the office, and the body of his sniper rifle couldn't stop.

In an instant, the sniper rifle was cut into two pieces, the sight shot out a few meters away and landed on the ground, and the other parts were still in the hands of the killer.

It's not that he doesn't run, it's that he's dead. The axe was deep between his clavicle and his chest.

Although Ma Xuejun in the opposite building didn't know what the situation was, he understood after hearing such a loud noise.

"Why don't you leave a living? At least ask about the shadow group."

"Fart! There's so much bullshit around the neck. "

Shen Lang knows that with the quality of these professional killers, I'm afraid it's useless to ask. No matter what the routine of fighting or fighting is, the only criterion is to knock down the opponent to the maximum extent.

After this hard struggle, Shen Lang, tired both physically and mentally, sat at the window and waved to the light of the opposite building.

This silent assassination, as well as the anti assassination, even the police on the pedestrian street and the finishing staff were not aware of it.

And then danger came again.

TV interview outside the golden cup minibus, two reporters have been exhausted, finishing tonight's material. Today's commercial tour of the pedestrian street will occupy the news space for at least a few days, which they firmly believe, but as journalists, they are very excited.

Nana in particular, as a substitute for the second-class host, is in the forefront today. After several hours of live broadcast, the host of the news department of the TV station has become a familiar face.

In the Jiangdu hotel building and the business building opposite, Shen Lang and Ma Xuejun are all resting at the window to reflect on the assassination tonight.

"Why? It's not right Ma Xuejun suddenly became alert.

"What's the matter?"

"Wait..." Ma Xuejun came to the balcony of the suite and looked at the pedestrian street with a sniper rifle.

The TV station interview car is still opening the door to sort out the equipment. Not far away, a parade bus floats are slowly starting, heading for the golden cup car in the middle of the road.

Similarly, Shen Lang looks down with his night vision sniper gun.

Shen Lang takes a breath of cold air. There won't be any killers. He hooks his feet on the railing, looks down and sets up a sniper rifle.

Poof, poof! Two bullets, will appear to be driverless floats on the gentle slope of the tire burst.

Float bang! A sound of, slant to bump into the wall stack on the side of the road.

Shen Lang just breathed a sigh, his eyes still focused on the floats, and he did not dare to relax.

Shen Lang and Ma Xuejun upstairs didn't know that the floats had been designed to break down deliberately. Although the tires were blown out, the two tanks of gasoline at the bottom of the two fuel tanks of the large bus were trickling down the road to the direction of the TV interview car and the police car.

"Don't shoot!" Shen Lang suddenly roared.

Ma Xuejun stopped the trigger with surprise.

In the sight of the night vision device in the waves, the asphalt road is crystal clear reflecting light, mistaking it for water, suddenly realizing that it is gasoline.

Shen Lang untied the climbing rope of the office killer, tied it to the balcony railing, tore off a piece of broken steps and wrapped it in his hand. He held the paratroopers in his mouth and jumped down in autumn night. He rubbed down the 20 story building like an ape.

On the radio, Shen Lang told Ma Xuejun that there were one or two killers on the pedestrian street, who should be responsible for taking care of them.

And the killer, who is very hidden, will not be upstairs, just lurking a few meters near the floats. Otherwise, how can he leak the gasoline.

"Cover me!"

Shen Lang jumped down the height of two floors, and the climbing rope on his hand made his palm ache like a fire.

Poof! "Oh dear!" Shen Lang's hand trembled, and he was shot in the back. The blood immediately flowed from his back to his thigh. He almost loosened the rope in pain.

"Twelve o'clock!" Shen Lang gritted his teeth and scolded.

"I see it!" Ma Xuejun adjusted his angle and aimed his sniper rifle at the rear of the floats. There was also an abandoned cruising car. Just now, the sniper lens flashed and he saw the dead corner.

Ma Xuejun locked the muzzle of his gun in the left and right range of the car, which was too difficult. He needed to cover the heavy waves, and he could not let the bullets hit the ground, because the ground in this section of the street was already full of gasoline. If there was an open fire, it was a fire, and there was no hope for the TV station or several patrolling policemen to survive.

It's Ma Xuejun's task to kill and keep the bullet in the killer's body.As the waves floated down from the building, there were still two floors above the ground. I glanced at the interview car of Jiangling TV station, which was inclined 45 degrees at my feet.

There was a overhead light in the car. Several reporters and employees were talking and laughing. It seemed that they were going to drive away after finishing the arrangement. The driver had already fastened his seat belt and was ready to open the key door. Of course, how can an ordinary person feel that there is too much gasoline running on the street.

Shen Lang was so cold that he took a breath of air-conditioning. As soon as the Sun Tzu started a fire in his car, I'm afraid it would become a sea of fire.

At this critical moment, the waves were still hanging in the air, but he picked up the paratrooper knife in his teeth and shook his hand.

Just as the TV driver was about to turn the key to the door, there was a slap in his ear, but he didn't respond. A parachutist knife with a smack in his hand, poof! Yeah! Pierced the entire arm of the driver.