martial law

"Akino-kun, he's on the left side of the second floor, the biggest office is here, sir, do you want me to lead the way?"

"No thanks."

Yang Lin smiled and went up to the second floor by himself.

Akino wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked very gentle, with gentle eyes and a slow voice.

As expected, he was very famous, and there were quite a lot of medical seekers who came here because of his fame. It was so late, and they were still queuing up.

Among them are Japanese, Chinese, and British and French.

But no matter where they are from, Akino will talk cordially in the other party's native language.

In a few words, he pointed out the cause of the illness, quickly prescribed the medicine, and called the nurse to take the medicine.

The attitude is really impeccable.

Yang Lin also finally understood how Nong Jinsun, an important member of the Tongxin Association who had seen the world, had a good impression of Dr. Qiu Ye.

In fact, some people have a kind face and are born with a sense of trust.

If it wasn't for his prejudice, Yang Lin probably wouldn't have doubted him.

Yang Lin took a look, waited in line for a few minutes, secretly noted down Dr. Qiu Ye's body and appearance, and found an excuse to turn around and leave.

After leaving the hospital, no one paid attention to him.

He found a coffee shop on the corner of the street, ordered a cup of bitter coffee, and sat down to kill time.

When the wall clock on the wall rang twelve times, he saw a familiar figure walking out of the hospital door.

Yang Lin dropped the tip, followed casually, and soon saw Qiu Ye entered a garden villa.

He is not in a hurry.

Go straight ahead, bypass a street, and sneak in from behind the villa.

At this time, his figure was more flexible and ghostly than before.

Harder to notice.

According to the light distribution, I touched Akino's study.

But when I saw this doctor, he was not resting at all, nor was he rushing for any documents.

Instead, he sat on the chair and looked at the window quietly, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

"not good."

The pores on Yang Lin's body exploded, and his temples tingled.

The heart, lower abdomen, eyebrows, and throat all feel cold...

A sharp and hot breath that was sharper than a sharp arrow had been sensed or seen by him one step ahead of time.

"This is a gun. Dozens of guns have already been aimed."

"Just wait until I step into the trap."

As soon as he thought about it, Yang Lin immediately understood the situation.

With a buzzing sound in his head, he toppled over without thinking, climbed over the stairs, and landed in the hall.

Bullets poured down like a torrential rain, and more than 20 gunmen rushed out from the surrounding dark houses screaming.

"Kuoluo is Yalu..."

Some people shoot, some people hold Taidao, chase and slash.

Yang Lin landed on the ground without stopping, his figure flashed past the floor-to-ceiling glass.

He leaned forward and stretched out his hand, holding a shiny clothes pole, with his toes touching the wall, he flew upside down in the air, and the pole in his hand turned into a silver snake.

puff puff puff...

Amidst a series of muffled noises, all seven of them were bleeding from their necks, screaming and falling to the ground.

Seven Detective Snake Pan Gun.

If you want to ask what marksmanship is most suitable for group battles, Yang Lin believes that it is Changshan Zhao Zilong's Seven Detective Snake Panlance.

It doesn't need too strong attacking ability, there is no sign of the shot, it is soft and dense, and it penetrates every hole.

With the erratic figure, he flicked left and right, and his shots were sure to kill.

Countless bullets, as long as they aimed at him, there would be a sense of energy there, and the stabs were painful, making him dodge one step ahead of time.

At this time, he understood that the body and the eyes are not the eyes.

However, it is better than eyes.

It can sense any slightest attack one step ahead, estimate the strength, speed and threat, and then block or dodge as appropriate.

Bullets are naturally hard to block.

It's not too difficult to escape.

No matter how powerful it is, it must hit the talent.

Although more than 20 gunmen were in a surprise attack and got the upper hand, he avoided them one by one with his prophetic ability and ghostly movement skills, and killed them all.

With a movement of his body, Yang Lin jumped up and rushed into the study again.

Looking around, I saw that Dr. Akino was no longer in the bright lights.

"There is a secret room."

He thought of the creaking sound he heard during the brief confrontation with the gunman.

Yang Lin made a judgment immediately.

At this time, it is naturally not easy to find out where the darkroom mechanism is.

He didn't know if Dr. Akino still had a tunnel leading out of the house.

I don't even know if I will be trapped in a small environment and face the rain of bullets if I follow him.

At that time, even if he had the body-eye technique, he might have escaped death.

in short.

His own investigation operation has completely failed.

It can also be said to be a great success.

"There must be something wrong with Akino. The poison thing has nothing to do with him."

"There are traitors in Jingwumen...and, among the direct disciples."

He let out a long breath, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

He looked coldly at the outside of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, but his head was turned wide to the left as if broken.

boom……

A long bullet invisible to the naked eye shattered the entire floor-to-ceiling glass and passed Yang Lin's hair on the right side...

On the wall of the study room, a hole the size of a bowl was punched.

"Serial trap, sniper, very good, really omnipotent, you are very determined to kill me."

Yang Lin leaned over and rushed, jumped out of the window, and ran wildly to the ground.

His eyes are like eagles, fixed on the high place of the opposite building.

With the body and eye technique, he sensed the energy of heaven and earth, and he sensed where the strong murderous intent came from.

Chapter 088

"Want to escape?"

As soon as Yang Lin fell into the garden, he sped up and ran wildly, his body was like a spirit ape leaping over a stream, light and fast.

She doesn't hide her figure at all.

Because, he was sure to dodge when the sniper on the other side aimed at him again and was about to fire.

Although the experience of testing the illusion didn't seem to last long, it didn't use my original body.

However, the acquired natural instincts are surprisingly able to be used freely, as if they have been practiced since childhood.

It can only be said that the function of Yanwu Ling is too high-end, and many things cannot be explained.

At this time, I saw the benefits.

Yang Lin could go on a rampage, but the opponent couldn't keep shooting without any scruples.

Especially if the first shot was shot coldly and missed the target, that person would definitely feel guilty and terrified.

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

He felt that the murderous intent in the air was gradually receding, and what came along with the sound of the wind was a message of calm.

Seeing that he was not too far away, without thinking about it, he took out the pistol behind him, bang bang, and finished firing the bullets.

The sound of bricks, stones and metal colliding could be faintly heard in the distance.

After a few breaths, he rushed downstairs.

He didn't take the stairs either, and jumped into a room with an open window after a few jumps on the raised part of the outer wall.

When Yang Lin landed on the ground, he got a general idea of ​​the situation inside the house with the help of the faint light coming in from the window.

The curtains were pulled open, and there was a slight smell of gunpowder smoke and dust in the room. Obviously, no one had lived here for a long time.

And, just shot.

Under the window sill, a long rifle fell to the ground and was broken into two pieces...

The sights and brackets were scattered into a ball.

"It's still too late."

Yang Lin narrowed his eyes, kept moving, and rushed out towards the open door on the opposite side.

I searched around and saw no one was there, so I turned my eyes to the other side of the street.

People are coming and going on the street, the coachman is running like flying, the girl is leaning against the door and hooking her hands, the drunk is staggering, and the businessman is in a hurry...

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

At a glance, dozens of people can be seen on the street downstairs.

Some people walked through the alley, some got in the car and left, some entered the store, some drank coffee...

He looked at everyone like a gunman, and he couldn't tell the difference.

"Not only did this person recognize me, but he also estimated my whereabouts..."

"If you miss a shot, you don't take chances and leave directly. He is a very sophisticated killer, and he is very familiar with me, and he doesn't seem to come from the Japanese military."

Returning to the room where the broken sniper rifle was kept, Yang Lin immediately confirmed this point.

"The guns don't seem to be made in Japan, but seem to be from Citigroup..."

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

Anyway, I know that at this time, Japan seems to have not yet developed its own sniper rifle.

Those killers who occasionally get their hands on are German Mauser and Citigroup Springfield. It is best to get these two. The style of the gun in front of you should be a beautiful weapon.

The model of the gun is not the key, anyway, no matter which one, as long as it hits the human body, the current warriors will not be able to carry it.

Either serious injury or death.

The most important thing is that this gun was broken from the middle, and the log butt was broken neatly without too many stubbles.

The barrel was bent in half and nearly broke from it.

Obviously, the gunman was very powerful, and he was probably Lian Jiazi.

Moreover, he also attached great importance to this gun, and didn't want it to fall into his own hands, and he didn't know why.

Beside the broken gun, there was a wisp of gray earthen cloth, stained with bloodstains.

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