Haina walked through the narrow stone Lane like smoke.
More than 80% of the residents of the military city of San Carlos are soldiers stationed here. There are no aborigines or slaves. Even the servants selected by a few dignitaries are serious whites. There are many bankrupt, guilty, unhappy, sold or abandoned by their families.
The reason why people come here is either to work or to pay money. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset. They have neither the will to socialize nor the leisure to enjoy themselves.
This may bring a sense of security to people in the city.
But because of this, there is always a lack of life here. Tomorrow is not too late, but there are no people in the streets.
Haina likes this curfew environment very much.
In the dead of night, there was no one in the fields. She could run freely without worrying that the screams of passers-by would pull her out of the hidden shadow.
This is the best.
Haina also seemed to run, tracking the shadows and shadows scattered everywhere in the night. All solid things are passageways for her, whether it''s stone lanes, eaves corridors, walls, sundries, trees planted in the yard, ropes hanging on the balcony facing the street
The black smock spread out its huge pendulum against the wind, like a dark cloud close to the ground. After a while, it floated silently under the spire of the church bell tower.
The only door on the tower was open, and a priest collapsed by the door, sitting in a pool of blood.
He opened his mouth and opened his eyes. His gray eyes looked at the moon in the sky. There was a huge wound in his throat, which had run out of blood. The dark red rolled meat could vaguely identify the hidden branches.
Haina stood against the wall next to the body. Her soft leather boots were less than a punch away from the pool of blood. She listened to the sound inside the door and on the clock tower.
She did not look at the body close at hand, because the details that needed attention had been seen when flying close, and the details of the priest''s murder were not difficult to guess.
What''s more, the life and death of an unknown believer in God has nothing to do with her. She only needs to make sure that the gunman on the clock tower is still in place.
After waiting for more than four minutes, the third round of gunfire rang out as promised, slowly, firmly and simply, revealing the shooter''s strong self-confidence and relaxed state.
The firing interval is stable.
It was not a rigid fixed without aura. Each shot of the gunman was tightly pressed on the counterattack of the villa. Although she did not interrupt the gunshot of the villa, Haina obviously heard the panic and panic at the other end of the villa.
I found you
Haina took off her hood, watched the light smoke that would dissipate up the clock tower, tiptoed and got into the spire.
……
The third gun was fired again, and nasion sat down against the wall of the clock tower.
He took out the paper shell bullet from the bullet bag, bit open the paper shell, poured the pre loaded gunpowder into the slender barrel of Kentucky, then took out a separate lead shot, stuffed it into the barrel, pulled out the whole strip and compacted it inward.
The American made Kentucky is the farthest and most accurate gun in the world.
With this gun in hand, top hunters can achieve assassination at a distance of more than 300 meters. Even ordinary excellent gunmen can extend their effective range to more than 100 meters.
This data is a little strange in this era.
Because in terms of the mainstream rifle data, even the old brown bass has a theoretical range of only 300 meters, and the cutting-edge chalville is farther, with a theoretical range of 380 meters, but their effective range is the same, only 30 meters.
Kentucky''s barrel is longer than brown bass and chalville. The theoretical range is 450 meters and the test effective range is 80 meters. This is due to the exquisite manual rifling hidden in this slender barrel.
But even so, Kentucky is still a popular weapon. Not only do people in other countries rarely use it, but even the Americans who invented it are rarely equipped.
With the development of front loaded flint gun, the pre installed paper shell bullet has long been the standard configuration to improve the firing speed.
The pre loaded bullets of other guns are loaded with gunpowder and lead bullets. As long as they are torn, poured and compacted with full strips, the guns are ready to fire. Trained gunmen can easily do a round in 30 seconds or even 20 seconds.
But Kentucky can''t.
As a result, the barrel of Kentucky lost the air tightness on which the front loaded gun depended.
In the normal loading mode, the kinetic energy of gunpowder ignition is largely spilled along the rifling, and the remaining force is barely able to push the lead bullet out of the gun chamber, let alone use it to achieve over-range assassination attack.
So Kentucky''s lead bomb is special.
The wax, wrapping paper or cloth in the outer layer is more directly squeezed in with a large lead shot slightly larger than the barrel, rotated and compacted with the firing agent.
To put it bluntly, it is to rack one''s brains to process the projectile with spiral pattern and perfect match with the rifling of the gun bore during the loading process.
This anti-human loading design directly destroyed the perfect gun.
Pierce doesn''t like Kentucky because others have short hands and limited strength. It takes 5 minutes to load each bomb. If it''s in a shaking sea, he has to bear an additional misfire rate of more than 50%.
Nasian likes Kentucky very much. As an experienced veteran hunter, he can reduce the loading time of each gun to one and a half minutes. Even if he is in the sea, the misfire caused by excessive deformation of ammunition will not exceed 20%.
Of course, there are limited opportunities to use Kentucky at sea.
When the warship is on board or approaching, the distance between the hunter and the target rarely exceeds 100 meters. For them, ordinary rifles with fast loading can play a greater value and have a more deterrent effect than Kentucky with a shot in a few minutes.
Hunters are invincible.
As the God of death on the battlefield, hunting soldiers always believe that only hunting soldiers can kill hunting soldiers.
It''s like today''s scene.
In nasian''s view, the gunman who was shooting at himself in the villa was undoubtedly conscientious, conscientious and alert.
But that''s all.
He can''t threaten nasion. The distance of 350 meters is the limit of nasion''s accuracy, which is far beyond the limit for the gunman.
His counterattack was futile, and there was no possibility of hitting at all. On the contrary, because he needed a probe in the shooting process, he had almost been shot by nasion twice.
Shooting means death. It''s only a matter of time.
Nasion hummed in boredom, put down the filled gun and picked up the second one from his hand.
He suddenly heard a very thin and weak wood friction sound, which came from under the tower.
Nasion was stunned.
The spire of the bell tower is only connected with the pylon by a slender winding wooden staircase. Because of the age, there will be a sharp friction sound when stepping on it.
But that sound should be much louder than what I heard just now. It''s like this staircase will collapse at any time. In any case, it can''t be missed.
But what happened to the sound just now?
Cat? dog? mouse? Or... Someone with particularly light feet?
Nasion''s expression became cautious. He slowly put down the gun, got up at the same time, took out his most trusted gun blade from his waist, pointed to the trigger and protected his chest.
He had held his breath and thought over the possibility of auditory hallucination in his mind.
The possibility of auditory hallucination is greater than 70%.
There are no pedestrians in the night lane of San Carlos. Tonight''s gun battle and turbulence let the sleepless people stay in their cells, even sporadic walking disappeared.
In this case, the secret outposts sent in the East, West, North and South will certainly not miss the people close to the clock tower.
And who can track the clock tower at this time?
The living people from top to bottom of the port authority were almost killed by the head, and a few living people were also pressed in the villa.
There was a large number of sailors gathered on the wharf, but the fire was scattered and disorderly. It obviously took a lot of time for them to organize without a leader.
The other two in the fortress are even less noteworthy.
The night can''t hide the gunshots and riots. They haven''t acted so far. They won''t act in time tonight.
So it seems that it can only be running animals
Nasion took a deep breath and leaned carefully towards the stairs.
"Let me see which restless little thing..."
Cold flash!
A cold light flashed in nasion''s probe, turned into a red shadow, and went straight to the center of his eyebrows.
The red light was too fast and too ill. Nasiengen didn''t respond. He could only watch the red light approach.
Ding!
A wide blade throwing knife fell from the sky, rubbed nasian''s cheek, hit the end of the red light, made a clear sound, and fell to the ground.
A hoarse voice on the top of the clock shouted, "nasion, back off!"
Nasian rolled back. At the moment of retreating, the black smoke was empty, and Haina, holding a short knife, rushed up from the darkness at the entrance of the stairs.
A few strands of broken hair fell down.
Nasian stared at the falling hair, crossed it again, and looked at the coffee colored God of death who was so clever that he didn''t look like a human.
Buzz!
The wall clock trembled slightly, and a short gray shadow fell from the clock and fell between nasion and Haina, cutting off their sight in the middle.
The man wore a wide smock similar to Haina, which was pure gray. Wearing a hood covering his head and face, he is short and looks like a child.
He bent forward like a beast, and his two sleeved robes swayed gently in the wind, revealing two iron hooks loved by pirates. The cold light flickered.
Hannah rolled over to the ground and squinted at him.
"Are you the protector of hunting soldiers?"
"I''m Zanin, the shadow warrior," he replied in a hoarse voice. "Look at your movements. It''s asasin?"
"Asasin Haina, Haina yesla."