Chapter 53: 53 Sniper

"Qin Feng! Qin Feng! I…"

The Sister Flower stammered and burst into tears, throwing herself at this brave and resolute man in front of her.

In Sister Flower’s mind, Qin Feng was her patron saint, the only one she could trust.

Qin Feng patted her on the back, "Sister Flower, it's okay, it's okay. Everything will be all right now."

Qin Feng knew that the sniper out there was after him, but he was not Meng Zhaolin's plan B, which Zhang Hui’s near-demise made obvious.

He looked down at Zhang Hui, trembling on the ground, and said, "Tell your people not to expose themselves. Anyone who exposes their head will die! When I leave, the sniper will come after me. Then you can go."

Zhang Hui, however, wanted to go with Qin Feng. He felt that the safest thing to do now was to follow him. His brothers would be in danger if the sniper came after them.

Under the pressure, Zhang Hui nervously looked to Qin Feng for help, "Who is that guy? Don't leave us alone!"

In a life or death situation, all the ill feelings from before disappeared. In Zhang Hui’s begging eyes, Qin Feng saw not only repentance, but also the deep natural fear of death.

"Trust me."

Qin Feng did not have the time to talk with him. Holding Sister Flower’s hand, he said, "We’ll rush out and head straight for the car. We’ll ram the gate and leave."

While speaking, Qin Feng began to undress.

Sister Flower and Zhang Hui were surprised. They had no idea what Qin Feng was doing, but continued to watch silently.

Qin Feng hung his army green shirt on a three-meter-long bamboo pole he found lying on the ground, then unlocked the doors of the Tiguan with the remote key. "Sister Flower, I will count to three, and then you run to the car. Remember: run as fast as you can and don’t look back!"

Sister Flower nodded vigorously, staring at Qin Feng intently. "Be careful."

"I always am." Qin Feng gave Sister Flower a reassuring look. "One…Two… Go!"

Sister Flower sprinted toward the car, 5 or 6 meters away. At the same time, Qin Feng raised the bamboo pole with his shirt on it.

Boom!

Sure enough, the instant it was exposed, Qin Feng's shirt was pierced through, and a bullet hit the iron wall of the workshop dozens of meters away. A second later, the muffled sound of a gunshot reached him.

Sister Flower had just reached the front of the car and pulled the door handle. Green Dragon saw this and immediately fired again.

Bang!

The bullet hit just as Sister Flower entered the car. Before she could close the door, the rear window shattered.

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There was a tinkling of glass, and a stifling sense of panic spread throughout the workshops.

All the gangsters were cowering in the corner, afraid to raise their heads. At that moment, Dagang and Erpao were nothing. Sanbao, who had experienced military service, fared better. He was at least calm. He hid himself in a corner and looked out through the gap at the side of the gate. He couldn’t see anyone, but he estimated that the shooter must be in the watchtower a hundred meters away. Every part of the workshop could be monitored from there.

Thinking of this, Sanbao could not help but fall into deep fear. Anyone with that kind of skill was definitely a top sniper. There couldn’t be more than a hundred such people in the whole of China. How could this kind of master appear there?

Qin Feng was relieved. Squatting behind the platform, he shouted to Sister Flower in a low voice, "Stay down; don't look up."

Zhang Hui looked at Qin Feng, trembling, "Brother Feng, take us with you!"

"He's after me. You're not in danger. After I break out of here, you can go," Qin Feng said, and cautiously crept to the edge of the platform. He slowly leaned out, looked at the big hole next to the door of the workshop, and held up a finger, using vertical lines and distance to measure the opponent's arc of fire. He felt that the sniper could only see one side of the Tiguan at best, and had no angle on the other side. In other words, only the five-meter stretch of ground between Qin Feng and the Tiguan was exposed. As long as he made it to the other side of the Tiguan and boarded from the passenger seat, there would be no danger - unless the opponent defied the heavens to hit the right place in the blind spot through the door and through the car door to achieve a "blind snipe”.

There were not many in the country who could pull off such a shot, and from the three shots just fired by the sniper, it was clear that he wasn’t one of them.

Qin Feng again raised the bamboo pole, but this time, Green Dragon did not fall for it. He calmly observed the situation and estimated that Qin Feng would make a feint to the east but attack in the west again.

Qin Feng retreated two steps to get a run-up. Suddenly, with a forward somersault, he appeared in the exposed area.

It was just five meters, which was enough for a great sniper to line up a shot, but with Qin Feng’s lightning fast movements, he was only revealed for one instant.

Green Dragon hurriedly pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Tearing through the air, the bullet skimmed Qin Feng’s back as he rolled and hit the ground. Green Dragon was desperate to take another shot, but Qin Feng would not give him the chance. He jumped directly into the passenger seat.

With the closed door of the workshop between them, Green Dragon lost the line of sight.

He punched the floor angrily. Although he knew it was still possible to fire blindly through the doors, sniping was obviously not his strong point. Now it seemed that Qin Feng had escaped danger.

Chasing him would only reveal his position.

Qin Feng climbed from the passenger seat to the driver's seat and started the car. With a roar, the Tiguan crashed headlong into the iron gates of the workshop, a dozen meters away. The old iron workshop was not like a modern steel structure, but a very thin layer of iron which was easily broken through by the car. After gunning it for a few hundred meters, Qin Feng looked back through the rearview mirror.

The danger had passed.

The Tiguan slowly rolled to a stop in a desolate spot in the saline-alkaline landscape. Qin Feng looked to Sister Flower in the back seat, "You OK?"

"I’m fine, just freaked out a bit."

Sister Flower’s face was white. She had just escaped death, and this was definitely the most dangerous thing she had ever experienced. For Qin Feng, this was nothing out of the ordinary.

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