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 civil arrest 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 could bring guns and weapons into the parliament hill, and no one thought that there were many, many guns in his chic 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 the 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!

After the [pian] carving, the obese Vice President Xuanlun climbed up with great difficulty, and the hard pottery body armor successfully saved his life, but there was no way to save the few 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 cavity twitched, and the lovely freckles next to 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's right to arrest is so funny, it's as funny as the bad joke you tell in this room, come down quickly, don't mess around on the stage, that's a serious place, since you're not a special operations officer of the First Military Region, what are you going to do in that place? Come down, come down, Lao Gong, you must not get into 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.

Xilin Sunset, Xu Le sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression, his head was extremely low, low in his knees, staring at the selfie [pian] on the phone that looked like a very brutalist oil painting, let out a weird scream, and asked loudly: "You should know where he is now, right?"

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 on Capitol Hill...... The famous lavish toilet was moving outward at this time. ”

Knowing the mobile phone number, there is a core [pian] in the mobile phone to help locate it, and the charter computer marked the latest location of Shi Qinghai 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, under the reminder of the old thing, Xu Le turned on the TV, and then saw the live broadcast of the Honors Ceremony, the beautiful man's funny and powerful civil arrest rights statement.

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...... Try not to come forward and lie in ambush outside to 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 divided into one [pian] darkness 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 covered in blood on the ground.

Xu Le squinted his eyes and said without any emotion: "Give me the camera." ”

Silence [pian] moments, the charter computer dialed into his brain the surveillance video of the interior of Parliament Hill.

Xu Le squinted at the sunshine of Xilin Sunset, 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 military trench coat.

Pursing his lips and taking a deep breath hard, Xu Le clenched the heavy hand gun 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.

A [pian] panicked, the ground was full of smoke and dust, the precious wood shattered by bullets flew 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 bullet [pian] 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.

In addition, the dark green army trench coat seems to never run out of scorpions.

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 Parliament Hill, Vice President Byron had already reached the bottom of the stone steps under the protection of the Secret Service and was about to get into the special bulletproof car.

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 guns and weapons cannot complete accurate shooting, at least the guns and weapons in Shi Qinghai's dark green military trench coat that are constantly bleeding 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 red [pian] [pian], a mess.