Chapter 361

"A veteran of World War II?" Chu Lingfeng said, "have you killed many people?"

Now Chu Lingfeng understood that the blood color around the old man's body was probably the condensation of murderous Qi.

Chu Lingfeng once saw an ancient officer kill people. He had a strong color of blood. He knew that it was caused by the resentment of the dead. If he was timid or weak, he could not get close to this kind of bloody person.

"Why don't you kill people in a war?"

Jessica laughed at herself and said, "from the day I picked up the gun to now, there are at least thousands of people who died under my gun, right? But Russia didn't publicize at that time, otherwise the honor of the first executioner in the world would be mine“

After World War II, there was a ranking of the number of snipers killed in the world. At that time, Seymour Haihe from Finland ranked first. According to official statistics, he effectively killed 542 enemies.

In addition to Seymour heyher, the second to fourteenth ranking are snipers from the Soviet Union, but among these people, there is no Jessica's name, because the Russian general at that time wanted Jessica to set up a special forces unit, but he personally checked out his name.

"I see."

Hearing the figure of killing the enemy reported by the old man in front of him, Chu Lingfeng was awed. The number of thousands of people seemed small, but it was thousands of lives. You know, even though Chu Lingfeng had lived for tens of thousands of years, the number of people he killed himself was only five digits, so it's not too much to call this old man the God of killing.

"After a lifetime of fighting, I feel like I'm going to die on the battlefield." Jessica had already seen through life and death. She slowly took out a packet of cigarettes from her pocket and said, "can I have a cigarette?"

"Do as you please."

Chu Lingfeng waved his hand. He always respected the old people, even the enemies, because their experience was summed up from the living lessons. Even though Chu Lingfeng lived for tens of thousands of years, sometimes he could learn a lot by listening to the old people.

"Well. Cough, cough. "

After lighting the cigarette in her hand and taking a puff, Jessica coughed violently. Holding the cigarette, she said, "is this the smell of cigarette? It's really hard to smoke. I don't know why so many people still like to smoke? "

"You can't smoke? Didn't smoke before? " After seeing Jessica's appearance, Chu Lingfeng asked strangely. He thought he was a heavy smoker, and he never forgot to smoke when facing life and death.

"This is the first cigarette of my life."

Jessica took another puff and said, "as a sniper, even if you leave the smell of cigarettes on your body, you may die. So I swore that I would never smoke before I quit this business or die."

"Since you don't smoke, why do you still have a cigarette on you?" Chu Lingfeng had some difficulty in understanding the old man's thinking.

"Because I'm curious, what's the taste of cigarettes in my mouth?" Jessica gave a wry smile and said, "I have a lot of old friends who always ask me to light a cigarette for them before I die. Can I smoke to die and enter heaven?"

"It's just a bad habit."

Chu Lingfeng shakes his head when he hears that he occasionally smokes a cigarette. However, nicotine in the cigarette can't do any harm to him. When it enters Chu Lingfeng's body, it will be automatically excluded.

"Well, young man, I want to say thank you for letting me finish my first cigarette in my life."

Jessica, who took a puff of cigarette, threw away her cigarette end and said, "I've been fighting all my life. I've long had the consciousness to die on the battlefield, but I like to die under the gun of my old man. Can you help me?"

Then, Jessica picked up the AK47 on the ground, but he didn't mean to shoot Chu Lingfeng. Maybe he knew that this kind of action would only be self humiliating. Jessica handed the butt of the gun to Chu Lingfeng.

"With all the rifling worn out, is this kind of gun still accurate?"

After taking the AK47, Chu Lingfeng immediately shook his head. The handle of the gun was new, but he should have thought about it for more than ten years. The rifling at the muzzle was even more worn out of sight. No matter where he put it, it was a gun that could be scrapped.

"Shooting depends on feeling."

Jessica said, "as soon as I hold it, there seems to be a power around me. I can know whether I can hit the target or not. Maybe that's the power it bestows on me."

"It's nothing to do with this gun." Chu Ling Feng shook his head and said, "it's just practice makes perfect."

"Well, it doesn't matter."

Jessica showed a calm look on her face, pointed her heart with her hand, lowered her head and said, "no matter how old this gun is, it can kill people. Young man, please fight here and give me a decent way to die."

"Did I say I was going to kill you?" Chu Ling Feng smelled speech to smile, both hands respectively grasp the butt and barrel of the gun, casually to the middle of a bend, said: "played for a lifetime of the gun, this thing has no use to you, go home to have a good life."

With Chu Lingfeng's action, the gun was like a noodle in his hand. It was twisted by him like a twist. In the middle of it, Chu Lingfeng tied a knot, let alone fired. It was impossible for another person to see that it was a gun that could kill people.

"Won't you kill me?" Hearing Chu Lingfeng's words, Jessica was really shocked. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Chu Lingfeng with an unbelievable face.

In Jessica's world, the relationship between hostility, whether you die or I live, there is no other way to go. He once lurked for seven days and nights in World War II, just to kill a fierce German sniper. For him, decent death is even the greatest respect for his opponent.

"There's an old saying in China, it's called the commander to remove his armor and let Nanshan go. When you go back, tell old Ivan that greed needs to pay a price. If he stops now, maybe he will die after I finish my work."

In fact, Chu Lingfeng and Lao Yiwan have no indissoluble hatred, and Chu Lingfeng has taught Lao Yiwan enough lessons. Ordinary people can't bear the pain of blood countercurrent. If Lao Yiwan can live to the day when he goes back, Chu Lingfeng doesn't mind sparing his life.

"I see. I'll advise Ivan not to go against you." Hearing Chu Lingfeng's words, Jessica really believes that Chu Lingfeng has let him go. Rao Shi has already seen through life and death, and his face inevitably shows a trace of excitement.

"Well, you can leave."

Chu Lingfeng waved his hand. He was tired of killing him now. Of course, the more important thing is that Chu Lingfeng didn't meet an equal opponent. Even Dior was weak, so Chu Lingfeng couldn't take any interest.

"Thank you very much. I will remember your words and retire from now on."

Jessica bowed deeply to Chu Lingfeng, but went to the place where Akim and others died, because with his physical strength and bare hands, he could not get out of the mountain.

"The old man knows everything."

More than ten minutes later, Chu Lingfeng saw that the helicopter that was restarted flew into the blue sky. He couldn't help shaking his head with a bitter smile. He didn't know whether he was wrong or right to let Jessica go today?