Before Shi Qinghai pulled the trigger, and even after he pulled the trigger, no one in the council hall believed what this handsome officer in a dark green military trench coat, talking about those frivolous charges, and talking about the right of arrest of citizens that no one understood, could do.
In the eyes of people, Shi Qinghai is a madman, and this whole thing is a ridiculous joke that has no practical significance.
Just like the mistake made by Ximen Jin, based on the absolute trust in the glory of the charter and the electronic surveillance network scanning system, no one thought that Shi Qinghai would be able to bring a firearm into Parliament Hill, let alone that there were many, many guns in his dashing dark green military trench coat.
For this reason, no one took his appeal very seriously, except for a beautiful woman with a small red flower in her jet-black hair.
People looked at him coldly and mockingly, and even the TV cameraman, who was supposed to cut off the accident according to the live broadcast, didn't seem to bother to bother with this matter.
The council's guards were humiliated as they wondered how a mad veteran had managed to infiltrate the venue.
The Secret Service agents stationed everywhere were preparing to protect Mr.
Vice President and several congressmen from leaving, and they didn't pay any attention to Shi Qinghai, who was acting like an idiot according to the charter on the stage, perhaps laughing at the guards who were already looking down on them, or maybe they were busy holding down the white headphones and whispering calls, acting as cold agents.
Until Shi Qinghai pulled the trigger, the high-speed flying bullet burst out in front of the barrel like fireworks, and then penetrated the body of the councilor, through countless beautiful and miserable blood holes, quickly taking away blood and life.
Then, almost instantly, no one knew how he did it, the Falcon long-range precision pistol in his military trench coat appeared in his left hand, and he pulled the trigger at Mr.
Vice President, who was walking outside the Capitol Hill.
There was a muffled pop, and the strong recoil shook the military sleeves violently.
On the other side of the crowd, who had just reacted and began to scream, began to cry and began to panic, Vice President Byron, who was speeding up his pace to leave, fell to the ground as if he had been hit hard.
The Secret Service agent, who is known for his professionalism, was unable to block the fatal bullet fired from the rear because of a moment of panic Moments later, the obese Vice President Byron struggled to his feet, and the clay body armor managed to save his life, but there was no way to save the broken ribs.
Screaming and crying, the Secret Service agents protected him in the middle with red eyes, and quickly retreated towards the gate of Parliament Hill, leaving no firing line for Shi Qinghai.
The Army General Hospital, the cramped nurse's rest room, the single bed, the pink decoration, the centrifugal pump and dialysis machine that had not had time to be returned, piled up scattered next to the bed, at least proved that the person was real, that he really appeared.
The delicate nurse girl flattened her lips sadly, her blocked nasal passages twitched, and the lovely freckles next to the bridge of her nose were dull and lackluster.
At this time, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded on the TV light screen, and she looked up in surprise, only to see that the news channel was broadcasting live at the scene of the award ceremony of the front-line soldiers, and suddenly there was a man wearing a dark green military trench coat.
What are you talking nonsense, how can the vice president of the Federal Federation be a criminal Your citizen arrest power is really funny, it's as funny as the cold joke you tell in this room, come down quickly, don't mess around on the stage, that's a serious place, since you are not a special combat officer of the first military region, what are you going to do in that place, come down, come down, Lao Gong, you must not cause trouble.
Wu Li looked at the TV curtain in a daze, clenching her fists incredulously, and then she saw the man pull the trigger very manly, and then heard the screams of countless men and women in fear coming from the TV.
She screamed in grief, tears streaming down her face, and pushed the door open and ran out of the hospital, where there was still some time to get to Parliament Hill.
The pink nurse's hat, which looked like a boat, was blown down by the wind and fell to the ground, still like a boat, and a little like a petal.
Xu Le sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression, his head was extremely low, his knees were lower, staring at the selfie photo on his phone that looked like a very brutalist oil painting, let out a weird scream, and asked loudly: "Now you should know where he is."
This sentence was asked by the Federal Central Computer, Xu Le felt incredible that the old thing had not found Shi Qinghai for so long, and then he was inevitably a little annoyed and angry.
"The target is in the famous lavish restroom on Capitol Hill, and is moving outwards at this time."
Knowing the mobile phone number and having the chip in the mobile phone to help locate it, the charter computer marked Shi Qinghai's latest location in the shortest possible time.
Xu Le tried to dial it back, and as expected, Shi Qinghai chose a one-way data connection, and there was no way to get in.
After thinking for a moment, Xu Le frowned tightly, called the team members of the Capital Special Administrative Region, and said in a deep voice: "Shi Gongzi is on Parliament Hill, you help me go over and keep an eye on what happened, if it's okay, tie him up for me, don't let him move." ” A few minutes later, reminded by the old thing, Xu Le turned on the TV, and then saw the live broadcast of the award ceremony, the beautiful man's funny and powerful statement of the right to arrest.
He lowered his head, rubbed his face a little helplessly, dialed Gu Xifeng's phone again, and said in a deep voice: "Confirm that he is on Parliament Hill, there should be a battle later, you pay attention to safety and try not to come forward, ambush outside, and see if there is a chance to pick him up." ” The live broadcast of the federal news channel came to an abrupt end, and it was dark in front of Xu Le's eyes, and the last shot before that was Shi Qinghai dashing with two micro-flushes shining in the parliament hill, and a councillor fell to the ground covered in blood.
Xu Le squinted his eyes and said without any emotion: "Give me the camera." ” After a moment of silence, the Charter computer dialed into his brain the surveillance video of the interior of Capitol Hill.
Xu Le squinted at the sunshine of Xilin Luoyuezhou, but in fact, he looked at the parliament hill hundreds of millions of astronomical units away, and watched the bloody battle fought by the beautiful man in the dark green army trench coat.
Pursing his lips and taking deep breaths hard, Xu Le gripped the heavy pistol with both hands and slowly aimed it at his jaw.
The cold barrel sank deep into his skin, and as soon as he moved his index finger slightly and gently pulled the trigger, the deadly bullet would pierce through his skull and fly out with the Heavenly Spirit Skull and flesh and brains.
There was a panic, smoke and dust on the ground, precious wood shattered by bullets flying everywhere, Shi Qinghai, who had a calm face, kept shooting, and from time to time someone fell in a pool of blood in front of him, whether that person was a distinguished parliamentarian or someone else.
The officers of the Iron Seventh Division who received the commendation were the first to react, but they had no weapons by their side, so most of the officers ran outside the parliament hill, while the remaining two officers rushed over without fear of death, trying to block Shi Qinghai's massacre of the parliamentarians and high-ranking officials with their own flesh and blood.
Shi Qinghai stretched out his arms and calmly suppressed the guards who rushed into the hall intensively, but gave the two officers a chance to get close.
The dark green military trench coat seemed to be facing a strong wind, and the hem suddenly swayed in the whistling sound, and his right leg bounced out of the hem like lightning and kicked the officer's lower abdomen.
Almost at the same time, with the force of the backlash, the slight rush on his right hand passed under his armpit, swept through with terrifying gunfire.
In an instant, the thigh of the officer of the Iron Seventh Division who came from behind was neatly cut off, and in a muffled howl, he knelt on the ground, and countless blood splashed from the terrifying wound.
The shrill sirens sounded loudly in the Capitol Hill, and the guards rushed in, as did the FBI agents and Secret Service agents who had been stationed on the periphery of the Capitol Hill for many years, accompanied by the screams and cries of the crowd as they fled, the sound of bullets breaking through the air whistled everywhere, and from time to time hard ash splashed up on the walls and seats, and new holes were reborn.
Faced with this situation, Shi Gongzi was very calm, and it should even be said that he was very calm, as if he didn't care that the shrapnel flying under his earlobe would break his cervical vertebrae if it deviated slightly, and he didn't care how many elite police officers stopped in front of him.
He indifferently raised his gun to aim and shoot, he calmly and quickly and accurately reloaded, he squatted on his left knee to dodge, rolled on the heel of the hard military boot, and shot in the tumble, showing all the military skills learned in the First Military Academy and Qinglong Mountain extremely perfectly, without making any mistakes.
Plus the seemingly never-ending amount of firearms and ammunition in the dark green army trench coat.
From time to time, some of the federal guards and agents snorted and splattered blood, and gradually the rain of bullets became thin, and he was fiercely suppressed by himself.
When Shi Qinghai rushed to the giant stone pillar at the main entrance of Capitol Hill, Vice President Byron had already reached the bottom of the stone steps under the protection of Secret Service agents, and was about to get into the special bulletproof car.
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Police lights flashed, sirens shrieked, dozens of police cars had gathered in Charter Square below Capitol Hill, and in the distance a dozen black FBI SUVs were speeding up.
The stone steps of Parliament Hill are too long, and common standard firearms cannot complete accurate shooting, at least the firearm in Shi Qinghai's dark green army trench coat that is bleeding non-stop cannot do this.
Shi Qinghai held a gun in both hands, squinting at the special bulletproof car under the stone steps, and the fat vice president of the Federation next to the car.
At this moment, Vice President Byron seemed to sense something, and glanced back at the gate of the parliament, his expression calm and calm.
Shi Qinghai let go of his two hands, and the two micro-rushes that had no bullets fell to the ground, and then rolled down the high and long stone steps towards the bottom of the Parliament Hill, as if he was helpless to hit the stone of nothingness.
He stretched out his right hand to adjust his glasses, cocked his thumb, straightened his index finger, and made a gesture like a child to shoot a gun, and shook his fingertips at Vice President Byron at the bottom of the stone steps, and at the same time whispered a soft snap in his mouth.
Vice President Byron shook his head, smiled mockingly, and prepared to get into the car.
At this moment, the hustle and bustle of Charter Square suddenly became eerily quiet, probably because of the sudden strange humming sound in the air, and the sudden loud bang in the air in front of the Parliament Hill. disheveled The mocking smile on Vice President Byron's face was still there, but the terrifying warhead flying from the sky on the lower half of his body exploded into a miserable pool of blood On the stone steps, Shi Qinghai withdrew his index finger and pursed his lips gently, purple and red, and it was a mess.
To be continued: