The red blood was smeared into a piece, which looked very scary.

"Big, generous, blood! I have..." Zhao Xi panicked, stammered, and looked away.

But he found that the generous person who should have stood beside him didn't know when he was gone.

As if thinking of something, he quickly looked down at the bridge deck and his body shuddered!

Generous, dead!

The chubby body fell to the ground and half of the head exploded! There is no doubt that all the blood on his face came from Dafang's blasted head!

Zhao Xi froze, all thoughts flashed in an instant.

Demon, ghost? Do not! It's a sniper!

A flash of light flashed through his mind, and he thought of something that he had seen online when he was bored.

Legend has it that after being hit by a sniper rifle, your head will explode!

"Someone is going to kill us!" A chill rose from Zhao Xi's body, his eyes widened, his breath heavy, his face full of fright.

Before he could react, he felt a pain in his head, and then it darkened instantly before he knew nothing.

On a hill far away, a cold-looking middle-aged man, Lisuo, put away his sniper rifle and put it in a suitcase.

Then he took out a cell phone and dialed a call.

"Is everything done?"

"Well, both of them died. But they were thrown into the Xijiang River and they couldn't find it back." The middle-aged man said calmly, his eyes calm like a pool of dead water.

"Throwing into Xijiang?" The voice on the opposite side was a little annoyed. After a long silence, he said tiredly: "Forget it, just throw it away, and just die. Just hurry back and go abroad. I have arranged everything. When you go abroad, you will come to me to protect me. I will send someone to take over the job at home."

"Understood, boss." The middle-aged man answered, walking down the hill all the way.

Then he boarded an ordinary Santana parked at the foot of the mountain and walked away.

In the dark, no one knew about this sinful scene.

Until the next morning, a truck passing the Xijiang Bridge passed by.

Far away, from the thin morning mist, I saw the white van parked beside the guardrail on the bridge.

The driver didn't pay much attention to it at the beginning. People parked other people's cars. Maybe they drove halfway to urinate and wanted to solve it on the spot. Long-distance truck drivers like him have the most say in this regard.

But as the car approached, the truck driver slowly discovered something was wrong.

Why are two people lying on the ground?

A closer look, Nima, isn’t that blood! It's so cruel, that even my head burst half! Is this a legendary headshot?

The driver's face instantly turned white, and his body could not help trembling, almost hitting the car against the guardrail.

Even if he was slow to react, he would know that he was involved in a big event.

Such a brutal tactic can't be done by ordinary people.

After driving the car away for a while, the truck driver stopped and tremblingly took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Hey, police? Me, I'm going to call the police! I saw the body, it's so miserable, my head burst! Ah? Location, Xijiang Bridge do you know? I'm at Xijiang Bridge!"

So some citizens who got up early to work discovered that a police car roared past them in the early morning.

The same way is secretly praying, this flashing must not be the traffic police, if there is a car accident in front, it will be troublesome to block for more than half an hour.

It didn’t take long for a TV station’s interview car to pass through this road. The direction was very consistent with the past police cars.

When the TV station arrived, the police had blocked the bridge. And under investigation for evidence.

The words "sniping" and "headshot" can be heard vaguely appearing from the police at the scene.

The reporter and cameraman were busy, and time passed.

Just when the police were about to close the line and resume the bridge traffic, the reporter of the TV station also planned to rush back to the station to make this news better than noon report.

The cameraman had a small problem.

He staggered on the edge of the guardrail, the camera in his hand flew out suddenly, and fell straight into the Xijiang River with a cry of exclamation.

After a thump, the camera landed in the river and quickly sank, bursting with a series of tiny bubbles.

"Oops! Xiao Wang, how are you going to do it, and how will this noon news be broadcast!" the reporter said anxiously.

The cameraman Xiao Wang looked timid: "Sorry Sister Chen, me, I didn't mean it..."

However, the anxious female reporter did not see the flash of struggling on the face of the photographer Xiao Wang.

Just last night, a mysterious phone call rang into his cell phone.

The other person said something to him.

"You are the king of TV station Z City, remember, when you go to the Xijiang Bridge tomorrow, you will finish shooting there. Just pretend to be an accident and let the camera fall into Xijiang. As long as you do what I say, you You can get one million. If you don’t do what I said...Oh, when you go there tomorrow, you will understand the situation on the spot."

At that time he thought he was suffering from a neuropathy.

But when he received the order in the morning to let him come to Xijiang for a mission, he realized that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

After he saw the two bodies at the scene, a chill came up. He finally understood what the vague threat was on the phone last night!

If you do it well, you will get one million, but if you do not do it well, it will be exactly the same as the body on the scene!

Under the threat of money temptation, confusion and death, Xiao Wang quickly made a choice.

However, he did not know that in the distance, the middle-aged man sniped Zhao Xi on their hill last night. There will be another man, looking at everything on the bridge with a telescope. Especially his move.

After seeing him throw the camera into Xijiang, the man's face suddenly showed a smile.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a mysterious phone call, and at the same time the person walked towards the foot of the mountain. ..

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