The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 59 -
59: Chapter 59
59 -59
“Who are you?
Where are you?”
As Song Qian was about to help Ye Tian up, she suddenly heard a crackling sound.
“Stop looking, it’s your walkie-talkie.”
Song Qian, reminded by Ye Tian, finally looked down at the walkie-talkie clipped to her waist.
“Don’t joke with me, the range of this walkie-talkie is at most two hundred meters, you think it’s a cell phone or what?”
“Listen more carefully.”
Ye Tian’s left cheek was pressed against the ground as he looked at Song Qian, his right shoulder was raised high from the pain.
“Who are you really?
Why are you blocking me?”
Ye Tian chuckled, “I didn’t expect you could control the nearby radio waves.
Seems like you’re really determined this time.”
“A perfect operation must have perfect communication equipment, it’s just unfortunate that your Huaxia’s information technology is indeed too outdated.”
Ye Tian glanced at the fuzzy figure on the screen and couldn’t help but shake his head.
The sights from the ’50s and ’60s were indeed troublesome.
“Hey, why did you pull out the wire?”
“Don’t talk…”
“So there’s a woman too!
You really know how to enjoy yourself, killing and having fun at the same time.
Truly fitting for a sniper expert.”
“Stop fucking babbling!
Coming to our Huaxia to run wild, you really are asking for it!” After saying that, Ye Tian stuffed a stick he picked up from the ground into his mouth and slammed his raised right shoulder toward the ground, “Crack!” With that sound, the dislocated shoulder was set back in place in this manner.
Adjusting the torn cement bag on his shoulder, Ye Tian positioned the butt of the gun against his shoulder once more; this time, the scope was aimed at the hostage situation on the floors four through six.
“Friend, how about we make a deal?”
“What kind of deal?”
“You leave.
I’ll give you three hundred million.
And in US Dollars.”
Hearing this, Ye Tian didn’t speak but kept adjusting the sniper rifle, the bullets he took out from his pocket were lined up, and occasionally he’d weigh them in his hand.
He was selecting bullets again.
Song Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
She was powerless about the situation at the scene, just like what Ye Tian said in the old warehouse on Binxi Road, whether heaven or earth, it was impenetrable.
Song Qian had once considered whether the army might send helicopters for rescue, but she soon dismissed the thought.
If a heavy machine gun like the Gatling, which requires at least four people to carry, could be transported here, who knows if they had man-portable air-defense systems (MANPADS) like Stinger missiles in their possession.
However, Ye Tian gave her hope.
This man who played with guns as if they were his own fingers managed to blow the heads off three people from a nearly impossible distance of 1.5 kilometers.
If he leaves now, Song Qian really can’t imagine whether or not a war will break out in this city.
Luckily, Ye Tian has once again chambered a bullet in his rifle.
“Stop kidding around, big brother.
Since you can control a wireless signal source from nearly two kilometers away, I’m sure you could find me along the signal source within five minutes.
Delaying like this isn’t the way to do it.
Aren’t you afraid the military will follow the vine and get here too?
Okay, let’s take down all your manpower now.”
Fortunately, Ye Tian saw through the scope that there were only two people on each of the three floors of the building, which made things easier.
Although the stability of the half turret dismantled from the tank is not as good as the original, the impact of the bullet is much smaller than that of a shell, and the recoil felt on the shoulder has been greatly reduced.
Ye Tian moved his shoulder slightly, concentrating the concrete to one point.
Soft fine cement powder does have less damping capability than sand.
“Bang!” Another gunshot rang out, the bullet tore through the air, slicing the wind, and after three seconds, the high-speed spinning bullet howled into the chest of a gunman on the fourth floor.
His upper body instantly became a blur of blood and flesh.
Through the scope, Ye Tian couldn’t see the situation clearly; he could only see the half-red body collapse.
But he estimated that at least half of the torso must be shattered.
After all, anti-aircraft machine guns can shoot down planes, let alone chunks of protein-made flesh.
“Pig Hu, give me your telescope!
Hurry up!”
“Give you my ass!
They’ve found your location!
They’ve even brought out a machine gun!” As Pig Hu shouted, Ye Tian finally saw through the scope that an M2 heavy machine gun was being lifted to the top of the building, and the three Gatling guns had been re-manned.
“Kid, I’ve already given you a chance, don’t push me!”
Ye Tian sneered, “Piss off!
I’m right here.
Grab the chance to kill me now, or I’ll come to drag you out myself later!”
No one in this world is much stupider than anyone else.
Maybe the first shot couldn’t pinpoint Ye Tian’s position, but he has already fired five shots.
Even the dumbest shooter could estimate the enemy’s approximate position.
Instantly, three Gatling guns and an M2 machine gun spit out tongues of fire toward the construction building where Ye Tian was.
“Ye Tian, what do we do?
The bullets are coming!”
“Bullshit!” Ye Tian cursed, calmly taking the improvised spike and dismantling the large sniper rifle from the tank turret, then he hoisted it on his arm.
The 1.5-meter-long barrel stuck out conspicuously like a gleaming spear, “Human eyesight is imprecise.
Do you think the people on the opposite side are on the same horizontal plane as us?”
Pig Hu, holding the telescope, said, “Pretty much.
Wait, let me count for you.”
“No need to count.
They’re on the fifteenth floor, we’re on the seventeenth floor.
It looks like the same height, but in reality there’s a six-meter difference.
The bullets from the machine gun are arcing over.
To hit us, their gun muzzle…
has to be tilted up at least fifteen degrees.”
“Bang!” As soon as Ye Tian finished speaking, he fired a shot.
Pig Hu clearly saw through the telescope that the man holding the M2 heavy machine gun was instantaneously cut in half from the waist, with his intestines and stomach spilling out.
Pig Hu slapped his thigh, “Ye, your marksmanship is too accurate!”
“Don’t flatter me!
Hurry up, give me half a bag of cement!”
It wasn’t until Ye Tian spoke that Pig Hu realized the shoulder bag of cement was torn again, and the gray cement flowed out steadily, so he hurriedly placed the remaining half bag of cement on it.
“Damn it!
I’ve been shooting for ten years, and today, of all days, I’ve actually turned into a base stand.”
Pig Hu had been focusing on the other side, so he didn’t understand Ye Tian’s meaning.
But Song Qian had been watching Ye Tian all along.
Without a proper base, Ye Tian had single-handedly braced against the recoil of the 14.6mm large caliber sniper rifle.
Though she hadn’t handled this type of firearm, Song Qian, who graduated from the police academy, was well aware of its power.
The thing she remembered most from the weapon exhibition at the library was not just the accuracy of the gun but also the huge recoil that could shatter a shoulder blade.
