The calloused hands fixed the gun body, and through the slightly opened curtains, the high-power sniper lens instantly enveloped the target.

The extremely complex mental arithmetic quickly came to the result in the mysterious man's heart:

"The distance is 815m, the distance is 7.3m, the wind speed is 2.1, the resistance is 0.3, and the wind direction is 17 in the southeast..."

The heart was beating regularly, and the mysterious man breathed flatly, and then gently pulled the trigger with his right hand covered with calluses.

"Bang--"

The sniper rifle suddenly shook, and the metal bullet rotated instantly, breaking away from the muzzle at its extremely high speed.

At this moment, the huge gunfire vibrated the house. The narrow bullet carried an unstoppable breath of death, instantly tearing the air and shooting it at the target...

10 seconds ago.

Ike lay quietly on the hospital bed, motionless.

The tender little face always maintained a cute expression, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, as if he had dreamed of something beautiful.

Maybe it's the beautiful Alice beauty, maybe it's a brilliant future, or maybe it's...

Just then, suddenly!

An extremely sharp and extremely rapid metal electronic sound rang violently:

"Warning! Indigenous, you have been locked by the high-power sniper rifle! Warning! You have been locked by the high-power sniper rifle! Warning! Warning..."

The soul transmits its voice, like light and lightning, and Ike is shocked.

The severe pain like a needle was transmitted from the light ball to Ike's left arm. At this moment, the stress instinct of the creature made Ike raise his hand instantly, and his whole body tilted 14 degrees...

"Bang--"

The window glass shattered, and the dead bullet passed by Ike and hit the hospital bed.

A big hole was instantly cracked in the wooden bed, and the huge kinetic energy overturned Ike to the ground.

This sudden murderous intent completely stunned Ike. He had never experienced such killings for two lifetimes. At this time, Ike lay on the ground and didn't move, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Perhaps the next shot will completely die when the next shot arrives in a few seconds.

1 second, 2 seconds...

At this critical moment, the door of the ward was kicked open suddenly, and two FBI agents rushed into the house with guns.

Without thinking too much, an agent blocked Ike in front of him, and another agent instantly hugged Ike. Then the two agents made tactical evasion actions together and rolled towards the corner of the wall in front of the window...

"Bang--"

Another shot hit the floor.

Finally, the three of them rolled to the corner. With the help of the wall cover, one agent immediately checked Ike's condition, and another agent shouted in his earphones:

"The bald eagle calls, there is a sniper at 10 o'clock in the northwest, and there is a sniper at 10 o'clock in the northwest."

"No. 1 (Ike) is temporarily safe, No. 1 is temporarily safe! The bald eagle requests the Eagle's Nest to quickly remove the threat, and the bald eagle requests the Eagle's Nest to quickly remove the threat!"

Even if the agents did not need to report such a huge abnormal movement, the rest of the security personnel also discovered it. And not only them, but also many reporters who were waiting outside the hospital for 24 hours also discovered it.

"Keep hidden! You guys keep hidden!"

The boss's voice came from the agent's headset. If Ike was still awake at this time, he would definitely hear that the voice was actually the senior FBI agent, Malton.

800 meters away, the Kriz Commercial Building.

A cleaning officer quickly took off his work clothes, pulled out his hidden pistol, and rushed towards the seventh floor.

Faster than him, the door of a house on the sixth floor was opened instantly, and a couple of agents dressed in disguise went out with guns and ran to the stairs quickly.

On the street, plainclothes were no longer hiding their identities, and they also entered the building with guns. Countless police officers came from all directions, surrounding the entire Kriz Commercial Building.

“First floor is safe!”

“Safe on the second floor!”

“The third floor is safe!”

...

"The murder weapon was found in Room 7077. The murderer has left, and the murderer has left."

“The 8th floor is safe!”

"The 9th floor is safe!"

...

There were chaotic footsteps outside the ward, and Morton rushed in with several subordinates.

As soon as he entered the ward, Morton first checked Ike's condition. Seeing that Ike was not injured, Morton breathed a sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, Ike was transferred to another ward, a completely covered security ward.

There is a doctor, a nurse, and the Williams in this ward.

At this time, Mrs. Williams was carrying Ike's favorite butter cake. Seeing the agent coming in with Ike in, Mrs. Williams loosened her hand and the cake fell to the ground.

"OH, Mygod! Ike, Ike!"

Mrs. Williams cried and pounced on her son. Ike was ignorant, and he was still confused at this time.

The cute and tender face that was usually cute now has no expression. No matter how Mrs. Williams shakes her hands in front of him, Ike's eyes didn't turn at all.

"let me!"

Mr. Williams took his son, then slapped hard and hit Ike on the butt.

"Ba"

"Smack!"

Ike's little face finally had color. What kind of look it was?

There is panic, endless panic, and there is also a trace of happiness of escaping from death.

At this moment, Ike did not cry, nor did he cry at all.

I swear to God that Ike, who has been acting for 8 years, really hasn't acted this time.

Ike has never seen a real gun once in his two lives, let alone assassination.

This is the first time, and maybe the last time.

Ike's mind gradually recovered, and the panic expression on his face disappeared rapidly, replaced by the child's unique ignorant expression.

Ike slowly turned his head and looked at his two saviors, and his tender child voice spit out from his mouth:

"Two gentlemen, thank you!"

Then, Ike looked back at Agent Malton beside him.

"Thank you, Mr. Moulton, and thank you all."

Although I have used them, at this moment, I am sincerely saying thank you to the FBI.

The grace of a drop of water can be repaid with a spring of water; the grace of saving lives is unforgettable.

Feeling the little guy's gratitude, the agents waved their hands repeatedly. Malton smiled slightly and said softly: "Little guy is so sensible, as long as you are safe."

Yes, for the FBI, the little guy in front of him is a national treasure and a federal cyber nuclear weapon, which is worthy of their lives to protect.

"Ike, little Ike!"

At this time, the doctor shook his hand and let Ike's attention focus on him. Then the doctor made a "two" gesture.

"What is this? Little Ike, what is this?"

"two!"

The doctor was overjoyed, then made another "three" gesture and continued to ask, "What is this?"

"three!"

Then there was the gesture of "Four", and Ike still answered correctly.

Everyone was very happy, and at the same time, they were filled with a hint of confusion. What happened? The little guy was assassinated once and was even scared of his illness?

certainly……

it's out of the question!

Because, at this time, Ike was completely angry.

Is he? Who wants to assassinate me? Are you looking for death?!

What exactly is the US government doing? Your national treasure is being assassinated, and your child prodigy is being bullied. Why don’t you think of a solution quickly!

And you, Mr. Obama, as the president of the world's largest power, you have been slapped in the face, so why don't you react quickly!

As an official, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes if you don’t make decisions for the people!
Chapter completed!