"Want to escape?"

As soon as Yang Lin landed in the garden, he accelerated his storm, lying like a spirited ape leaping through the stream, light and fast.

Not concealing his body at all.

Because, he was sure to dodge when the sniper on the opposite side aimed at him again and was about to be activated.

Although the experience of the trial of the illusion seems to have not been long, it is not the original body.

However, the strange thing about the talent instincts obtained is that they can use them freely, as if they have practiced since childhood.

It can only be said that the function of the martial arts dictator is too high-end and many things cannot be explained.

At this time, the benefits came.

Yang Lin can rush around, but the other party cannot continue shooting without any scruples.

Especially if the first shot is cold and the target is not hit, the person will definitely feel guilty and terrified.

As soon as he leaped over the courtyard wall, Yang Lin knew that the sniper opposite wanted to escape...

He felt the murderous intent in the air gradually fading away, and with the sound of the wind, it was a calm message.

Seeing that it was not too far away, he took out the pistol behind him, slammed it and fired the bullets.

The sound of bricks, stones and metal collisions can be heard faintly in the distance.

After a few breaths, I rushed downstairs.

He didn't take the stairs, and he jumped a few times at the bulge of the exterior wall, and then rushed into a room with a window open.

Yang Lin landed on the ground and took advantage of the slight light that shot in from the window to learn about the scene inside the house.

The curtains were torn open, and there was a slight smell of gunpowder and dust in the house. Obviously, there was no one here for a long time.

And, just fired the gun.

Under the windowsill, a long rifle fell to the ground and was folded into two sections...

The sight and the brackets are scattered.

"It's still too late."

Yang Lin narrowed his eyes and kept rushing out towards the open door opposite.

I searched around and saw that there was no one, and then turned my attention to the other street.

People come and go on the street, the coachman runs like flying, the girl leans against the door and hooks her hands, the drunkard staggers, the businessman is in a hurry...

It's so late, and it's not much different from the daytime.

At first glance, you can see dozens of people on the street downstairs.

Some people walked through the alley, some got into the car, some went into the store, some were drinking coffee...

He looked at everyone like a gunman and had no way of defining it.

"This man not only recognized me, but also pre-estimated my whereabouts..."

"If you miss a shot, you no longer have the mentality of luck and leave directly. You are a very experienced killer, and you are very familiar with me, not like you are from the Japanese military."

Back to the room where the sniper rifle had been broken, Yang Lin immediately confirmed this.

"The guns do not seem to be produced by Japan, but are like Citigroup's products..."

During this period, Yang Lin has been exposed to some firearms and sometimes asks about the development process of sniper rifles in countries around the world.

At least I know that Japan had not developed its own sniper rifle at this time.

Those killers who occasionally get the killers are the German Mauser and Citigroup Springfield. It is best to get these two things. The style of the gun in front of you should be American equipment.

The model of the gun is not the key. Anyway, as long as it hits the human body, the current warriors can't withstand it.

Either serious injury or death.

The key point is that the gun was broken from it, and the log stock was neatly broken, and there was not too much wooden stubble staggered.

The barrel was bent in two and almost broke from the middle.

It is obvious that the gunman is very powerful and is probably a martial artist.

Moreover, he also took this gun very seriously and did not want to fall into his own hands, and he didn't know what it was for.

Next to the broken gun, there was a wisp of gray earth cloth dyed with spots of blood.

The pistol bullet landed not far away, and the bullet was stained with a little red color.

It should be that before, when I was running and shooting, although the bullet was not aimed accurately, it still injured the opponent.

In this era, the clothes worn by the lower class of Chinese people were generally worn by the people of the Chinese. This person can basically be ruled out that it was arranged by the Japanese military.

Because, in Dr. Akino's villa, the gunmen looked well-trained, all of them strong and full of murderous aura.

The clothes are also quite exquisite.

If this sniper was also from the military, it would definitely not be much different from them.

Will seek cooperation.

Instead of hiding away and putting cold guns on.

Also, Yang Lin guessed that there was a traitor in the Jingwu Sect.

That's just a guess and it's not very certain. Of course, it's even harder to find out which one it is.

However, if the speculation is true and the other party really knows that he is pursuing the poisoning incident, he will definitely not come to the scene to investigate and will not remain indifferent.

The most likely way is to be present in person and witness your death, and the plan can continue intact.

In this way, the identity of the gunman is obvious.

"From this perspective, the other party should have a shoulder injury, an arm injury, and was rubbed by a bullet..."

...

Yang Lin did not stay nearby for long. He knew that a large-scale search by the Japanese military would soon be here.

I went straight downstairs, found a rickshaw driver, went home to change my clothes, glanced for a while, and saw that it was already bright.

Come to Jingwu Sect.

There are still many people who get up early to practice.

Although it was not time for morning class guidance, there were already hundreds of people spontaneously punching boxing, or stance on the square in the courtyard.

Sprinkle hard sweat.

Yang Lin winked and called Yang Ying to the side under the tree.

"Did you do what I told you yesterday?"

He felt suspicious, suspecting that there was a traitor among the disciples of Jingwu Sect, but this matter can only be proved freely and cannot be disclosed.

After all, there is no evidence, and Yang Lin himself is not sure.

If he talked to Huo Yuanjia rashly, the other party would definitely not believe it. Instead, it would cause panic among the disciples of the Jingwu Sect and suspicion.

By then, the traitor did not find it out, but instead had problems within themselves, and the people's hearts were dispersed and they lost the spirit of strengthening themselves and serving the country.

Jingwu Sect, is that still Jingwu Sect?

Therefore, not only did Huo Yuanjia not allow this kind of thing to happen, but Yang Lin himself was not ready to do so rudely.

In this way, we can only investigate secretly.

When he went alone to investigate Dr. Akino, he did not hide his actions.

One is to hold the idea of ​​alerting the snake, and the other is to carefully observe the suspicious aspects of the disciples of the Jingwu Sect.

Let's see if they went out and did something else?

To do such things, of course, one must trust people.

He is a candidate who will never be involved in the poisoning incident.

One is Huo Tingen, who will never be able to murder his own son.

The other one, of course, is Yang Simei.

She has been in Hangzhou with herself, and she has no motivation or time to conspire to poison her.

When Huo Tingen saw himself, he always looked down and dodged.

If you tell him anything, I'm afraid you will be disobedient and do things in a bad way.

Besides, this second senior brother of Jingwu Sect has long regarded Jingwu Sect as his own family and is very close to all the senior brothers. He asked him to check his family, but if he didn't do it properly, the news would be leaked early.

After passing through the Yuewang Temple, Yang Simei had long since lost the arrogance she used to be in front of her.

Every time I see it, I feel like a chick wet from the rain, trembling.

This is very good.

A sister who knows shame and knows how to be afraid is a good sister.

As a daughter who was spoiled as a child without stick education.
Chapter completed!