The fifth thousand five hundred and fifty-seventh chapter gray figure
The little monk stared at Wan Lin and stammered: "No...yes, there was no suspicious person in front of him? Feng... Senior brother, Senior sister, have you... discovered?"
Feng Dao, who was driving, heard the boy clamoring behind him and shouted angrily: "Shut up!" The little monk quickly retracted his bald head and said: "Yes, yes, yes, yes... shut... shut... shut... shut... shut.
When performing...emergency tasks, I...I can't speak."
Amid the scolding of Feng Dao, the little monk then lay among the backs of the two seats in front. He stared at the pedestrian in front of Wan Lin and was silent for a while, then pressed Xiaoya's shoulder and asked in a low voice.
: "Sister Wan...Sister Wan, when I was shooting the target just now, the bullets of Feng... Brother Zhang and Brother Zhang have been shot all over? Why... Why are Senior Brother Baby's guns still...
Are there bullets?"
Xiaoya heard the little monk unable to help but speak, and stammered and asked Zhang Wa and the bullets that were caught in the wind. She burst into laughter, knowing that if this boy didn't solve the question in his heart, he would be at night.
I'm afraid I'm not at ease when sleeping, and I will definitely find ways to figure it out.
She stared at the street in front and explained: "Jingheng, we are all special forces members and can perform special tasks at any time. So as long as we carry guns on our bodies, we must retain the necessary ammunition during combat during training and rest.
.So when you were shooting the target just now, your Senior Brother Feng and Senior Brother Zhang just gave you backup ammunition for training, and did not give you the bullets used to perform tasks."
When the little monk heard this, he suddenly realized it. He opened his mouth and shouted, "Ah, so...so that's it. I... I thought, two masters... I can't bear to give it to me... I'll use it. I'll say two.
Why would my senior brother not...not use it for me?"
He then pulled out his pistol from his waist and muttered, "I... didn't expect to leave... some bullets. I'm holding the gun and... using it."
He then reached the pistol in front of Xiaoya, looked at Xiaoya pitifully and said, "Teacher...sister, our pistol type...the same model, how about you... give me a magazine?
I have no bullets in war.”
At this time, Feng Dao heard the little monk asking for bullets from Xiaoya. He raised his hand and knocked the little monk's outstretched arm: "You just learned to shoot a gun, what bullets do you want? This is a city with a large number of people. Once the shooting is not hit.
The target is likely to hurt innocent people. Remember, if you encounter an emergency, you will need your dart."
Xiaoya also stared at the front and said sternly: "Jingheng, have you heard it? This is the city. If you don't have enough confidence, even darts cannot be used easily! The duty of our soldiers is to protect the people and never hurt them by chance."
When the little monk heard the voice of Feng Dao, he retracted his pistol and inserted it into his waist in frustration, muttering in his mouth: "I...I have learned to shoot...I've shot, although...I've still...
I didn't meet the requirements, but I could also... I could also use a gun to participate in the battle... I did... why didn't I give me bullets?"
Feng Dao and Xiaoya in the front seat heard the little monk's frustrated voice, neither of them made any sound, but they couldn't help but smile on their faces, and their eyes were still staring at the roadsides on both sides.
At this moment, Wan Lin, the opposite street, suddenly stopped behind a tree that was more than half a person thick. He followed his eyes and stared at the street in front, raised the phone in his hand and raised it to his ears, and Xiaoya's cell phone followed.
There was a "buzzing" vibration.
Xiaoya quickly pressed the hands-free button, and Wan Lin's voice immediately came from the phone: "Keep paying attention to a man in gray clothes. The walking movements of this person are very similar to those of the black snake. Now he has entered the restaurant on the side.
, I think this person is probably the black snake!"
Wan Lin said this and walked forward from behind the tree. He followed, "There are few pedestrians in the streets ahead. Please order Chengru and others to block the way out of the surrounding roads. You drive the car to the restaurant door, and I will then
It's here."
"Yes!" Xiaoya replied immediately. She picked up the walkie-talkie in the car and quickly conveyed Wan Lin's order to Chengru and others.
At this time, Feng Dao had already stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle accelerated and drove forward. He followed the command in his mouth: "Jingheng, prepare for the battle!"
Feng Dao's off-road vehicle suddenly accelerated and drove forward roaring. At this moment, a person wearing gray clothes suddenly walked out of a convenience store a thousand meters away from the front. The man in gray glanced at the surroundings and followed
Just walk quickly towards the fork road not far ahead.
At this time, Zhang Wa had already walked behind Wan Lin. The two of them walked forward on the sidewalk, one left and one right, following the landscape trees on the sidewalk in front, with their eyes staring at the gray walking out of the restaurant
The man in clothes.
Feng Dao drove the off-road vehicle to the road ahead. He stared at the man in gray who was walking out of the restaurant. Then he suddenly turned the steering wheel. The off-road vehicle was diagonally tilted towards the figure in gray clothes in front of the restaurant.
go.
Amid the rapid sound of brakes, the car was not yet stable, Feng Dao and Xiaoya had already pushed open the car door and rushed out. The two black pistol muzzles were aimed at the head of the man in gray at the same time.
The little monk held a dart in his hand and rushed out of the car. He rushed to Xiaoya and Feng Dao, then raised the dart in his hand and shouted loudly: "Rise up... raise your hand!"
At this time, Xiaoya had already pulled the rushing monk. Xiaoya's legs were slightly opened, holding the gun in both hands and aiming at the other party's head. She stared at the other party's right hand that reached to her waist and roared in a low voice:
"Rise your hands!" The other person's face was filled with horror, and he quickly raised his hands high.
Feng Dao then took a step forward, stared at the other party's temple with his right hand, and quickly reached his left hand to the other party's waist. He then pulled out a sharp dagger from the other party's waist.
A look of disappointment suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then threw away the dagger, raised his left hand, slapped the other party's back neck with a palm, and he whispered in his mouth: "Jingheng, tie him up. Xiaoya
, You and Jingheng looked at him, I went to support Baotou and Zhang Wa."
"Yes." The little monk agreed, raised his foot and rushed forward, pressed his right knee on the back of the boy who was already lying on the low-cool coma. He then pulled the other party's hands behind him, unbuttoned the other party's belt, and turned the other party's
The hands were tightly wrapped.
At this time, Feng Dao and Xiaoya had already seen that Wan Lin and Zhang Wa did not run forward while they intercepted the man in gray. Instead, they flashed their bodies and quickly entered the restaurant on the side of the street.
Zhang Wa's had already pulled out the pistol at her waist.