Chapter 50: Sniper

  Zhao Ziyang, after confirming that the sniper had not fired again, immediately rolled over to the deformed Porsche and pulled open the door with force, pulling out Lu Dihua who was covered in blood.

  At this time, Lu Dulong fell into a coma, with two ribs severely fractured. Due to the car's excellent safety performance, the airbag that popped out protected his chest tightly, and his lungs were basically not seriously damaged.

  "Boom", Porsche exploded, a red flame soared into the sky.

  Zhao Ziyang stretched out his hand and pressed it on Lu Dihuang's Renzhong acupoint, pressing him awake from his coma.

  "Remember, you owe me a life." Zhao Ziyang asked directly for repayment.

  Heavily injured Lu Dih Long nodded laboriously, lying weakly on the ground.

  "Ling Hu, wait here for rescue!" Zhao Ziyang threw out a sentence and got up to rush towards the carriage.

  "Vroom!!......" The ndshark let out a beast-like roar under Zhao Ziyang's foot on the accelerator, and the entire car body shot forward like lightning to chase after the slowly moving train.

  Zhao Ziyang decided to save Lu Dihuang and also wanted to sell him a favor. Because he thought Lu Dihuang was capable, ruthless and cunning, suitable for being an undercover agent on the periphery.

  The entire development direction of the lurker has been formed in Zhao Ziyang's mind, and he wants to open up a vast force with the lurker as the center. This force needs a large number of mercenaries, needs many underworld gangs surrounding the lurker, these underworld gangs can provide them with information, can provide them with resources, although they are really insignificant compared to the lurker.

  Along the highway that ran parallel to the railway line, Zhao Ziyang accelerated his car to its fastest speed in pursuit. In the dark of night, with the headlights on, ndshark was like a ghost running parallel to the train.

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  The speed of trains in London is not too fast, this country does not have too many high-speed rails, their construction does not need to be too modernized, and many facilities are still preserved in the original style, including the power poles that are still wooden.

  Zhao Ziyang, who was driving the car, stared at the carriage where the sniper appeared and tried to control the vehicle to get close to the train. However, the rail was higher than the highway, making it impossible for the car to climb up no matter what.

  "Vroom!......" Once again, ndshark floored it with the accelerator, speeding forward at his maximum velocity. In an instant, he overtook the train, leaving it far behind.

  "Clang, clang......" The train, with a speed of only fifty or sixty kilometers per hour, was slowly moving forward, like an old, worn-out antique.

  Zhao Ziyang wanted the speed of the train, he stood beside the rail on one side of the train, quietly waiting for the train to drive towards him. Since it was impossible to climb onto the train with the help of a vehicle, he had no choice but to go up himself.

  "Chugging, chugging..." The train slowly came over, despite its speed of fifty or sixty kilometers per hour, it still brought a strong gust of wind that blew Zhao Ziyang's collar up.

  As the train passed by Zhao Ziyang's side, he moved, using his feet to push against the ground and propel himself towards the handhold of the train car, where he steadily grasped onto the body of the train.

  This is a passenger bus, with the muzzle flash of the sniper's gunshot visible in one of the windows.

  Zhao Ziyang, who had jumped onto the train, took out a Nepalese military knife and slashed it fiercely on the glass of the window next to him. Then he slightly swung his body and used the momentum to drill into the train with his legs.

  "Ah!!!!!!......" Several passengers in this carriage shouted, they looked at this mysterious outsider with terror.

  "Shh..." Zhao Ziyang stretched out a finger to signal them to be quiet, the Nepalese kukri in his hand emitting a heavy and solemn aura.

  As soon as the passengers saw Zhao Ziyang's military knife, they immediately covered their mouths and moved their bodies backward with all their might, fearing to disturb this extremely dangerous person.

  This is a sleeper carriage, which is rarely seen on British trains. Generally, this type of carriage is prepared for passengers with children and it's not that anyone can enter the sleeper carriage just because they have money, which is completely different from domestic practices.

  This sleeping car is similar to the domestic soft sleeper, with a train compartment divided into several sleeping cars, and the whole train has only one such compartment.

  。

  A child looked at Zhao Ziyang with innocent eyes and curiously asked: "Are you Robin Hood?"

  "That's right, I'm Robin Hood, and I'm hunting down the evil preacher." Zhao Ziyang smiled slightly and reached out to pat the child on the head.

  "Oh God, no! Waaahhh..." The child's mother burst into loud sobs and reached out to grab her own child.

  "Hehe..." Zhao Ziyang smiled and reached out to pull open the car door.

  With a "clang", the car door was pulled open from outside, and a conductor stood at the entrance saying: "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

  When he finished saying this, his eyes fell on the Nepalese military knife in Zhao Ziyang's left hand, and an extremely tense expression appeared on his face, and he immediately reached for his own gun.

  The UK is a high-risk area for terrorist attacks, with trains, airports and underground stations being key areas of focus due to the numerous bombings that occur in these locations every year.

  With a "slap" sound, Zhao Ziyang chopped down on the police officer's neck artery with his palm, knocking him unconscious to the ground.

  After knocking the conductor unconscious, Zhao Ziyang dragged him into the carriage with one hand and made an apologetic gesture to the passengers inside before walking out and closing the door.

  As he walked in the aisle of the sleeping car, Zhao Ziyang slowed down his footsteps and carefully sensed the sniper's breath.

  Snipers are the most skilled at concealing their presence, but after each shot, a hint of murderous intent always lingers on them, which cannot be erased.

  This sniper's level is very high, his calculation ability is super strong, and he can snipe a moving target with a speed of 300 km/h, which is enough to show his excellence. The amount of calculation alone is not something that ordinary people can do. If we measure the level of this sniper in the mercenary world's sniper ranking, it is no worse than Angela's.

  After a moment of quiet contemplation, Zhao Ziyang pushed open the door to one of the compartments and walked in. He saw a 7.62mm caliber sniper rifle propped up against the window. A shell casing lay on the ground, emitting a faint yellow glow under the dim light.

  With a "click", Zhao Ziyang removed the magazine of the sniper rifle with two fingers, glanced at the empty magazine, and then held it up, squinting his eyes to look at the surface under the light.

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  The surface is very smooth, with no secretion from human hands, let alone fingerprints.

  This is a seasoned veteran, who retreated immediately after one shot. It can be certain that this sniper has mixed in with the travelers and cannot be found out. He only used one bullet to show his strong confidence, wearing gloves for sniping showed his meticulousness. This excellent sniper would not deign to assassinate a small gang leader, let alone become someone else's hired gun.

  Sniping at Ludragon can only explain that there is hatred between them, but how could a world-class sniper have hatred towards Ludragon? In front of him, Ludragon was just an ant, and if he wanted to, he could crush him with one foot at any time. The most important thing is that the two are fundamentally impossible to have any connection.

  The reason why Zhao Ziyang chased the sniper onto the train was that he felt something strange and had a guess in his mind, guessing the identity of the sniper.

  Suddenly, Zhao Ziyang rubbed his nose hard a few times, and a smile appeared on his face.

  With a whoosh, Zhao Ziyang tucked the Nepalese military knife into his waist and picked up the shell casing from the car window before jumping out.

  When driving back to the terminal, Angie brought Ling Hu and Lu Dihong back.

  Philip's car was overturned at the start, Lu Dulong's was sniped, Ling Hu's ndshark chased after the train, and Angel, with the worst racing performance, easily won the final prize of 5 million.

  This scene was really beyond everyone's expectations, and the originally lively crowd suddenly fell silent. The racing track is full of unpredictable changes, but this unpredictability was not expected by anyone. On the bright side, the beauty won the championship, which also found something in the loss of balance.

  "Thank you......" Lu Dihong lay on the stretcher made for him by his subordinates, weakly thanking Zhao Ziyang.

  As soon as he finished saying "thank you", a mouthful of blood foam overflowed from Lu Dulong's mouth, his breathing became urgent, and it was a bit hard for him to bear his own injuries.

  His injury was far more severe than Zhao Zi Yang's judgment, with fractured ribs piercing his lungs. If he didn't undergo surgery quickly, his life would be in danger. But Lu Dian Long made an unimaginable move, stubbornly holding on until Zhao Zi Yang returned, and said two words to him: "thank you".

  The implication was clear, and he recalled a phrase from Zhao Ziyang before the game started.

  。

  This man was powerful, so powerful that he could only look up to him. On the way back, Ling Huo had intentionally or unintentionally revealed a bit of their identity and told Zhao Ziyang that they were going after the sniper.

  "Ah, your injury is too severe, you can't even sit in a sports car. How about... how about..." Ling Hu's eyes rolled around and he pointed at the RV with a sly smile, saying to Lu Dihong: "I'll sell the RV to you for 10 million!"

  Obviously it's a case of taking advantage of someone's difficult situation, no, it's a typical case of forced buying and selling.

  Lu Dailong nodded and was lifted into an ambulance by his subordinates, which sped towards the city hospital.

  "Yes!" The spirit fox excitedly waved its palm, earning another 10 million!

  "Let's go." Zhao Ziyang beckoned to An Qi'er and Ling Hu.

  "Wait." Philip's voice came, stopping Zhao Ziyang.

  Philip, who was swindled out of ￡100 million by Angel's petty trick, didn't show any signs of despair from losing money. Instead, he had a look of great interest and flashed a brilliant smile at Zhao Zi Yang.

  "Anything wrong?" Zhao Ziyang asked.

  "I think we can take some time to sit down and have a couple of drinks, and discuss business while we're at it. What do you say?" Philip's expression was still dignified with a hint of nobility, but now also mixed with the shrewdness of a businessman.

  Zhao Ziyang looked thoughtful upon hearing this and glanced at Ling Hu before nodding in agreement with Philip's suggestion.

  At this moment, several men covering their heads walked out of the small woods on both sides of the road, angrily opening their eyes to search for Zhao Ziyang's figure.

  "There! There!!!" The angry roars came, and those guys who were thrown to the side of the road by Zhao Ziyang finally woke up, waving their fists and pouncing on Zhao Ziyang.

  "Come on, what are you waiting for? Haha......" Zhao Ziyang burst out laughing and jumped into Angie's car.

  "Boom! Boom!......"

  Two sports cars sped off in a line, disappearing instantly from the guys' sight. This group of jinxed people couldn't blame anyone else, they could only blame themselves for picking the wrong chicks.